#kenpachi zaraki fanfiction

[itjazzbicch]

Pressure

Pairing: Kenpachi Zaraki x Captain (Powerful) Fem Reader 

(First time writing Bleach & for Kenpachi, as he's one of my favs, So I hope I did well!)

Summary: Dealing with a busy and horrible day, the reader's stress as a new captain gets the better of her, anger leaking out her spiritual pressure, which lures the attention of Kenpachi, who wants to face the reader in battle, but the reader gives him a different way of feeling her spiritual pressure...

Warnings:  SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI) (Swearing, rough sex, tiny bit of degradation, slight choking & biting)

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

"This...." Examining my lunch and realizing that my lieutenant completely botched it, "This isn't what I asked for."

"My deepest apologizes, Captain L/N-"

Before he could even finish, his body was overwhelmed by the spiritual pressure that I was bringing him to the ground. Now, I knew that becoming a captain wasn't going to be easy, but I was more stressed than I ever anticipated.

So much work, stupid idiots who couldn't follow simple instructions, meeting after meeting! And they couldn't even get my lunch right?!

"All I wanted was a simple sandwich," I growled, the food disintegrating in my hand, "And you can't even do that?!"

"I'm so-" My lieutenant kept going to apologize, but my spiritual pressure only grew, his face about becoming one with the floor, standing over him and yelling out a command:

"One more chance is all you will get! You mess up one more time and I'll hurt you in places that you don't even know you have! UNDERSTAND?!"

"YES, CAPTAIN L/N!" The moment he could move, he fled for his life with the little strength that he had.

Returning to the table where I was handling some work, I needed a moment to simmer down, arms crossed, eyes closed, some deep breaths beginning to help, till I felt a massive gust of wind fly into my room.

"That spiritual pressure!"

Kenpachi Zaraki?

"Unless this is important business," Growing frustrated again, hell fire in my eyes, I turned and glared into his eye, "Leave."

"It's you..."

"Well, yes! This is my office after all!"

He was rather flabbergasted that the spiritual pressure that he felt came from me and by the way he was smiling, laughing chaotically, it only made me more annoyed, let alone when he pulled out his zanpakuto:

"Fight me to the death, Captain L/N!"

This man was a lunatic! The twitch in my eye throbbed harder as I rose to my feet, my hand on my zanpakuto and with the boiling anger inside, it was tempting, but I grew a grip on myself, although still raising my voice:

"I am very busy Captain Zaraki and your request is very childish! Now, could you please leave me to my duties?"

"To hell with that!" He only kept laughing, wielding his zanpakuto this time, "Let's fight!"

I didn't have the time for this but gave him a little fix and feel of my spiritual pressure with the small steps that I took toward him.

"Your spiritual pressure!" His laughs grew more psychotic, and exhilaration flowed through him, "This is going to be a whole lot of fun!"

"No," My words made him pause, puzzled and not expecting me to grab him by the wrist, showing just how strong I was too, throwing him out the door and out of sight, "We're not!"

The crash of his body was audible even though it was out of sight, hearing laughs too that only made me shake my head, returning to my work, finally!

My lieutenant managed to make my lunch correctly too, my work was done by sunset, and I got to lay in my bed peacefully. It felt like a miracle and as the days passed, I noticed that even at meetings, I hadn't seen Captain Zaraki.

Did I hurt him? Scare him? No way! It's Captain Zaraki!

Thinking about what I did made me feel guilty for a change. I was known for being very professional and respectful and although I still believed his request for a fight to the death was rather immature, I was still a new captain.

Working up some courage, I made my way over to his squad's headquarters, Ikkaku was kind enough to guide me to him:

"Captain Zaraki! You have a visitor."

"Who in the hell-" Turning to see, he stopped at the sight of me stepping in.

"Thank you again, Madarame," I bowed to him before he left, readying myself again as Kenpachi rose to his feet:

"So, you finally came to face me-"

"I came to apologize for my behavior, Captain Zaraki!" I bowed to him next, continuing to apologize, "I was in a horrible mood and let my anger best me. It was very disrespectful of me to treat a Captain with such behavior."

Alright, I was convinced this man was insane. Staring at the ground confused as he laughed, maintaining position as he inched closer, making me stand up straight:

"You think I care about that? You are powerful and I want to see it put to the test."

"W-Why thank you," Getting a compliment like that from someone like Kenpachi spoke volumes. I truly appreciated his compliment, but still couldn't accept his offer, "But I don't think it's a wise decision for fellow captains to be having death battles."

"Okay," He huffed, rolling his eye, "We don't have to kill each other in the end."

"You are something, Captain Zaraki," I laughed, shaking my head and trying to make peace, having to get up on my tip toes to match his tall stature, kissing his cheek softly, "I like you. Maybe we can have a sparring session when we're not so busy."

His silence made me think I had killed this situation, turning away with a smile, but before I could get out the door, his hand took my wrist.

"You're bold too?" He chuckled, pulling me back and whispering, "I like that in a woman."

Thinking back on it, kissing someone like Kenpachi, even if it was just on the cheek, was rather bold. His whisper sent chills down my spine, the tingle almost pleasurable, putting a smile on my face, an even bolder thought popped into my mind:

"You know, there is another way that you can feel my spiritual pressure."

Looking back in the corner of my eye to find him grinning made me smile more. Now, he was the one thinking that I was insane:

"You think you can take me?"

There was no way I was going to walk out of here, now. What harm would it do? He liked strong, bold women? It was his lucky day then.

"Do you think so?"

The wave of spiritual pressure I released let me pull him down to my lips, raining some more pressure down while our lips clashed, even slipping my tongue in, hearing the bells at the points of his hair jingle from it.

Silence had never been so exciting for me as our lips parted and this time, I was the one amazed by pure, raw strength, being bent over his desk before I could even realize it, looking up to see his zanpakuto and cloak hit the floor, spiritual pressure something I've never experienced as that behemoth of a man made his way over to me.

"Why are you still in uniform?" His deep growl showed what little to no patience he possessed, and I was much alike, standing to remove my cloak, then gasping at how he ripped the rest of my clothes right off me:

"Kenpachi! How am I supposed to leave in just my captain's cloak?!"

"Sounds like a personal problem," He laughed, quickly whipping me back around so that I was bent over again, "There's only one thing that I'm worried about right now."

Looking back and seeing him nude had my jaw dropping slightly. It'd be a miracle if I could even stand after this, seeing his size and my reaction had him laughing even more.

"What's the matter?" A moan was jammed in my throat as his hand wrapped around my neck, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, "You afraid?"

"Afraid?" He was intimidating, that was certain, but I wasn't fearful in the slightest, hips backing onto him and grinding, "You're only making me more excited."

"Think I can't tell?" Gripping at my throat harder and slamming his cock right into me had me wheezing, jaw trying to clench, but mouth open and letting free what little noise that I could make, already feeling an ache from having no time to adjust to his size and girth.

Hollow inside as he slid back, hearing that he was ready to speak, not expecting the wicked moan that came out of me as I threw myself back onto his cock, legs shaking at the pound I felt in my core, his cock hitting every spot inside of me and past it.

"F-Fu-" Biting my lip, I couldn't let myself be done so easily, but it was so hard, squealing at the smack on my ass:

"Do that, again."

"Fuck!" I yelled out while throwing myself back again, gripping the edge of the desk as he threw his thrust in with it, only a few having me shaking, feeling the wet clench that I had on him, body tensing no matter how hard I tried to fight it.

"Oh, Y/N," He chuckled, pulling back to see how soaked his cock was from just a few thrusts, "You're worn out already?"

"I can go for more than just a round," I shot, pressure heaving down hard, but finding the strength to throw my hips back and take his cock again.

The feeling of being pushed to an orgasm so quickly was too blissful, not saying it, but my body showing that I needed it again, smiling at the groans I heard above me, burying my face into the desk as his hips whipped out a wicked thrust.

My gut was smacked with powerful pressure, knuckles aching from hanging on so tight, his hips hitting my ass so hard that it stung, fingertips digging into the flesh of my hips, cock making sure to ruin my insides, knees locking as I screamed out:

"K-Kenpachi!"

"Come on," He teased, pulling my head back to see the overwhelming pleasure that made the wildest expressions on my face, "Talked such a big game just to crumble beneath me."

Everything around me was spinning, but his words and tone slowly built me up again, shaking from the spasm of walls around his thickness, running off pure adrenaline as I pushed myself up, whispering:

"If I give you all I have, I want that from you."

"You sure about that?" His growl showed his seriousness, just to growl harder at how I bounced myself off him, pushing myself to new speeds despite how much I was moaning and whining.

"I'm sure," Letting out a growl of my own, my arms found his head, pulling him down. I wasn't one to be sloppy, but jaw starting to hang during a powerful kiss, teeth clanking, tongue about smothering me, biting at each other's lips meanwhile his cock was beginning to ruin me.

Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of me, spinning further into what felt like an endless spiral realizing that my feet weren't even on the ground, pressing my back into his chest to realize that he was holding me up, ramming his cock up and inside what felt like even deeper somehow.

His fingertips left such a hard sting in my thighs, holding onto the back of his neck like my life depended on it, barely hearing his command:

"Cum for me one more time."

"Someone getting close?" I wasn't even in the right conscious but showed I still had some fire in me, meeting his thrust with my power. The thought of getting him off gave motivation that I needed.

"You're just full of surprises," Whining at the bites along my neck, I didn't give way just yet, feeling even wetter as I heard, "The cute little professional a little slut for my dick? Who would've guessed?"

"And you like it," Finding his ear with instincts and nibbling only drove him to new insanity, his pressure alone nearly breaking me in two, let alone how his cock continued to bottom me out, tip in my guts and rearranging me.

"So?" His teeth sinking in deeper sent me into a series of screamish moans, commanding as he knew I was at my end again, "Now, didn't I tell you to cum for me?"

"I am!" I gasped, seizing tight and shaking, "I'm cuming, Ken-"

If it wasn't for him holding me in place, I would've collapsed, only hearing wet clapping and seeing stars, able to feel the mess I made on his cock and thighs, gasping harder at the pound I felt inside, noticing that he was sitting with me still on his cock.

Heavy breathes had his chest rising, trying to hide his panting, making me feel somewhat accomplished, leaning my head back to kiss along his jaw:

"Want to cum inside me? You've earned it."

"What an honor," He spoke in pure sarcasm, but took the invitation, having me pant even harder at the shooting warmth I felt inside, keeping our bodies pinned to make sure not a drop was wasted, the spinning feeling from before coming back around and even stronger.

"Not so hung up on fighting me to the death now?" With tired eyes, I found his gaze, both of us smiling and agreeing with his newfound interest:

"Naw. How can I get ass this good if you're dead?"

[katsuma6]

Can we get a part 2 of “asking for pics” with some other guys? Some of the captains, Shinji in particular 🥺 Thank you in advance if you do it!

Part 2: Asking Bleach Men for pics.

Captains!

[gallusrostromegalus]

Okay but given that crows are ready to Throw Down with eagles at the slightest opportunity, I have to know- 1) are there crows in the Seireitei and 2) how much of their Daily Enrichment is causing problems for the 11th Division on purpose?

There absolutely are crows and jays and even ravens in the Seireitei and very nearly all of their daily enrichment is causing some level of mayhem at every division of the Gotei-13,

...except the 11th.

See, Zaraki has the distinct advantage over most eagles in that he is also a human, with a canny eye for social dynamics, and he's worked out a deal with the local corvids. He noticed the pair of ravens on the roof of the 11th the first afternoon he was there, made a note of them, carefully folded it up, and put it in his mental back pocket for later.

The ravens didn't actually notice him that much on the first day because there was an entire bisected corpse of the former Kenpachi and the medics were delayed in retrieving it for some reason so that meant lungs and liver and a spleen and gallbladder and a special course of freshly exposed brains before an eyeball each for dessert while some poor wretch from the 4th completely failed to chase them off with a broom. They did very much notice him in the middle of the afternoon on the second day, when he returned from the early morning captain's meeting they had slept through, on account of yesterday's food coma. -But even still sluggish with guts full of guts, they still sat up and took notice of a man wearing, loud, shiny and extremely steal-able BELLS.

A-ho, A-ho! Called the first raven from the middle boughs of the pine in the courtyard as the new Kenpachi sat down on the porch that surrounded the small and rather pathetic little garden, sighing deeply. What's this that jingle-jangles in like a jester and sighs and settles like a corpse at the bottom of a lake?

A great way for your mate to lose her beak if she gets any closer. He growled back, and the raven on the roof behind him startled, flapping away out of his blade's reach.

A-joke! A-joke! Don't hiss and rattle so! She huffed, joining her wife on the pine and ruffling her feathers.

It might be amusing sport on another day, but I have no humor to speak of. He clattered, turning his patch-covered eye to them in apology. I have suffered a bereavement.

A-no! A-no! Who is it who has died? Asked the first raven.

One who granted me the knowledge of letters, and further so, the wisdom of tales- in telling, and moreso in listening. Thrice blessed by her I was, and only now do I learn of her demise, fifty years too late. He explained, rubbing his temples and shaking his head, trying to soothe himself.

A-woe! A-woe! cooed the second raven in agreement. Any who teaches is a living saint, and their passing the most terrible loss.

A-woe, A-woe! the first raven cooed in sympathy. She didn't leave clutch or wife for you to look after?

She had a husband, but I do not know his name, and he is apparently deceased as well. The Kenpachi frowned. Her brother yet lives- he is my colleague even, and how I learned of this. A wretched way to meet someone she spoke so highly of- but you are right, he needs looking after. He is... unwell, and was never thriving to begin with, but the same sort of saint of words as she, and much braver than his body should allow. Of course, I will look after him for her, as is right.

A-woe, A-woe- A wretched meeting but the right and honorable thing to do. Nodded the second raven.

A-woe, A-woe, but this is not the source of your miserable sighing? asked the first. No, his care does not worry me- The Kenpachi shook his head, folding a leg up and resting his elbow on it and his cheek on his hand in turn. It's that I am left to wonder- If I had known sooner, or even before this catastrophe, if there was something I might have done. But you are interesting company so I will divert myself from useless morose- what do you call yourselves, carrion queens that live beneath my roof?

I am Mun-Yin! Declared the second raven, that spoke only in statements.

If she is Mun-Yin, might I then be Hau-Yin? Asked the first, who spoke only in questions.

You might. The Kenpachi nodded.

A-so? A-so? Who might you be that wears the shredded rags of a dead man like a pauper, but speaks with the grace of a prince? Hau-Yin asked, hopping from the pine to a closer boulder, cocking her head at him.

A-ho! A-ho! It may be your house that supports our nest, but we live above your roof, not under it! Mun-Yin laughed, hopping closer as well.

I am Zaraki Kenpachi, Captain of the 11th division! He smirked at the birds who rolled their eyes at him.

A-no! A-no! Pouted Mun-Yin We didn't ask for your NAME!

A-no! A-no! Sulked Hau-Yin Who ARE you?

The Kenpachi regarded them for a moment, then lifted his head from his hand and leaned forward, a conspiratorial grin on his face. Would you like to know a secret?

A-yo! A-yo! We love a secret! Said Mun-Yin, bouncing in excitement.

A-yo! A-yo! Do we not spend all day learning all the secrets of the city? Giggled Hau-Yin.

Then I will offer you a trade- The Kenpachi grinned, beckoning then closer. -I'll tell you who I am if you promise to leave my hair-bells alone.

Hmmm... the ravens considered, then shook their heads.

A-low, A-low, those are some very shiny jingle-jangle bells, and that's but one measly little secret. frowned Mun-Yin

A-low, A-low- Agreed Hau-Yin. That's not much of a trade is it?

On the contrary, it's a very good secret! Maybe the best secret in all of the Seireitei! The Kenpachi wagged his finger at them. Nobody knows it but me and my daughter, so it's very exclusive! And the risk is all on my end- some secrets are dangerous to know, but in this case, it would grant you great advantage- it would be DEEPLY embarrassing for me if any of the humans -and whatever Komamura is- were to find out.

Hmmm... the birds considered again, and nodded this time.

A-Quo! A-Quo! Very Exclusive and Deeply Embarrassing Secrets are The Best! We will take very good trade! Agreed Mun-Yin

A-Show! A-Show! Who are you, that we will leave your bells alone? asked Hau-Yin, hopping closer and bowing her head, looking up at him with a mischievously glittering eye.

I am Zaraki Kenpachi, Captain of The Eleventh Division, Father of Yachiru, Great Sword Bastard of the North 80th District, and most relevant to you- Youngest and Most Beloved Son of She Who Rules The Sky.

The ravens stared blankly at him for a moment.

What that fuck? Asked Hau-Yin.

Didn't realize we were speaking to ROYALTY. Muttered Mun-Yin

See? It's a VERY good secret! The Prince Kenpachi grinned, leaning back and lounging a bit- someone like him could make even a bare wooden porch look like a throne. -Also, you see how you DO SO live under my roof! He added, pointing up at the clouds.

The ravens shuffled a bit nervously, reconsidering him.

A-so? A-so? Hau-Yin asked, cautiously, shuffling a sideways to him.-How does Your Highness come to be a Shinigami then?

A-so! A-so! nodded Mun-Yin. Your Highness and We alike are strange enough birds for taking Names, but to take a JOB is unheard of!

It has it's benefits... The Prince Kenpachi shrugged. Alas, I may be Her Majesty's Son, but I did not inherit my mother's wings and guts, so I cannot live on the wind and whatever I might find by the roadside alone. Still- like a Name, a Job both restricts and offers opportunity- I am bound by duty, but I also am gifted a dry and sturdy nest and all the meat I may eat in exchange. And better still- My daughter now has her choice of tutors and scholars to learn greater Wisdom than I ever will.

A-sow! A-sow! Mun-Yin considered. You do reap well in that exchange!

A-though, A-though- considered Hau-Yin. Would you have the chance to reap in such fashion had you the wings of your mother? Are you perhaps Blessed in strange Human fashion?

The Prince Kenpachi laughed. Perhaps I am! Perhaps you may be even more blessed than I- you have wings and carrion-guts, but you are not bereft! I can offer you similar employment, if you should find it agreeable.

A-ho! A-ho! You are in a fine humor now, My Prince! Chirped Mun-Yin.

A-ho! A-ho! What is this Job you have in mind for the like of us? Asked Hau-Yin, intrigued.

I am in much better humor now, thanks to you both. The Prince agreed, offering Hau-Yin an outstretched hand and patting his knee to indicate Mun-Yin should join him too. There is naught you may do against death, but you may yet ease my bereavement- I am am saddened by the loss of my friend, but it's the lateness of the news that worries me. You say you spend all day learning the secrets of the Seireitei, and that you greatly desire Shiny Jingle-jangle bells?

A-so! A-so! Mun-Yin bobbed excitedly, hopping onto The Prince's hand. All over, all over from the high pillars of the execution grounds to the lowest grates where the sewers open up, we fly all over all over My Wife and I! And we see and we hear and we remember all the secrets of the city!

A-stow? A-Stow? You poses yet more shiny shiny bells? Hau-Yin clicked with interest, hopping onto his knee.

I happen to have two such golden bells, even bigger and louder than these, and will happily give them to you- with a Doll's shiny ribbon so you may wear them if you so desire- and other shiny and noisy things as I find them, if you tell to me all the secrets of the Seireitei.

Hmmm... the ravens considered.

A-yo, A-yo- It is a good deal. Nodded Mun-Yin. -But sometimes the winter is cold or the pickings are lean, and there is only so much comfort a shiny jingle-jangle brings when it is so.

A-yo, A-yo- Agreed Hau-Yin. Maybe sometimes a secret is worth a night out of the storm or a scrap of meat instead?

You are both very wise. The Prince Kenpachi nodded and the ravens preened with the praise. I am amenable- The ribbon-bells for all the secrets you know right now, and we can work out what payment is best in the future, when you discover more secrets for me?

A-Yo! A-Yo! crowed Mun-Yin, flapping with excitement. Your Highness is as generous as he is wise!

More, I hope! Laughed The Prince Kenpachi. I promise, I am a colossal fool!

A-Yo! A-Yo! crowed Hau-Yin What secrets would you like to know first? And may I have a Pink Ribbon?

I would like to know all you know about- hm, that's a tricky question actually.- There are so many things I wish to know! He considered, rubbing his chin, then jumped to his feet, making them hop, an Ancient Bird Game. Let me go get your ribbon-bells first, and make up my mind!

A-ho! A-ho! the Ravens laughed, hopping down the hall after him.

---

"Hey Boss, I found the payroll forms but fuck me if I can make heads or tails of- what's wrong?" Ikkaku called out as he came into the courtyard half an hour later, only to find Yumichika standing in the doorway, frowning pensively with his hand over his mouth.

"I'm not sure anything is wrong, per se-" Sighed Yumichika, waving at the scene before him.

Zaraki was seated on one of the boulders in the courtyard, delicately fastening one of Yachiru's shiny pink hair ribbons around the neck of an exceptionally smug-looking raven in an elaborate bow with a large golden bell in the middle. A similarly adorned Raven perched upon his shoulder, chattering excitedly between fondly preening where his eyepatch parted his hair.

"-but I can't help but think I've seen this scene before..." Yumichika muttered.

"They look like they're all having fun?" Ikkaku shrugged as Zaraki finished the bow and the raven ruffled her feathers into place, making it jangle and Yachiru giggle and applaud from where she sat on her father's knee. The Newly-belled raven hopped around to croak and click at him as well, flapping excitedly, and he put a hand up to stop her, asking her something in the shrill hiss and click of his native Aquiline tongue.

"You ever get the impression The Boss is way more articulate in Eagle than he is in Japanese?" Ikkaku frowned.

"Darling, he learned his Japanese from Bandits and Buskers and in Brothels, his Eagle has GOT to be better than that." Yumichika rolled his eyes.

"-ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Zaraki suddenly bellowed, shaking his finger at the raven in his lap.

Both ravens cawed in objection.

"-THIS IS NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION! SO LONG AS YOU TWO LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU LEAVE KANAME AND HIS EYEBALLS ALONE." he growled.

The Raven on his shoulder tipped her head, speculating.

"-He is TOO using them, they're there to keep his eye sockets and brain from getting infected with gods-know-what flesh-eating bacteria or whatever. NO. PECKING."

Both Ravens hunched up their wings and turned away, pouting.

"What's-His-Ass in the Fifth? The faintly greasy one that looks like a sad mop? His glasses are fair game, if it will amuse you." Zaraki relented, and both birds perked up. "-Might be worth a bag of potato chips if you can bring me a pair intact." he offered.

"Oh Gods, he's not gonna make me try to add a pair of BIRDS to the payroll, is he?" Whimpered Ikkaku.

[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

next part

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!

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑺: 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑩𝑼𝒀𝑨ㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ kenpachi zaraki x afab! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. the last train on a cold december night, a night out that has ended... what about fucking with a hot stranger on the bathroom of Shibuya station?

requested by: @bookandyarndragon ➡ Hi Sashi! For the mini event may I please ask for the next stationis nsfw with Kempachi and an afab reader? Thank you, Bookwyrm tw: MNDI. fucking with a stranger (kenny) semi public depravacy. masturbation. rough unprotected sex. risky behaivour; this is fiction. In real life please be extra careful. shameless cheating. creampie. wc: 1,8k masterlist

That man, sitting right across the train, looks insistently at your legs. You do the same, but his chest is what catches your attention the most.

He is big. Too big. He looks ferocious. Wild, too.

It’s late; the empty seats show it. A drunk salary man sleeps a few seats from you. There are barely two or three more people in there, scattered on the different coaches. Probably the last ride of the day before the stations shut off for some hours until next morning. You are a little dizzy, the night for you should have ended way earlier that it really did. And drinking with your colleagues is not something you were searching for, but you did anyways.

From Akihabara, to Shibuya. That’s the plan. You always take the Yamanote Line. This time, you were pleading to finally hear “the next station is Shibuya” like never before; your heels were killing you. You were tired as hell.

But then, the man… the man that doesn’t look away.

Did I mention he was big? And he also, with that overflowing testosterone, looks absolutely attractive. Long, spiky hair. Sharp edged jaw line. Deliciously manly.

It’s been, perhaps, more than what you could remember since you succumbed to a man that is not your boyfriend. Is it the alcohol in your veins, or maybe your deepest desires what is making you uncross and cross back your legs in the most sexy -yet fiercely- way you’ve ever done.

Your panties give him a little sneak peek of red -or maybe purple- lace. He smirks, crossing his leg, with arms spread to the sides and his head thrown slightly back. His prominent pecs show better on that black t-shirt, the scar crossing his eye shows to be reaching until under his jawline.

You act innocently sensual; an inviting dichotomy, playful and dangerous. Being alone at night, on an almost empty train, alluring a stranger to do something unexpected… depraved…

Oh, how exciting.

You give swift looks at him; he hasn’t stopped watching you. And now, as the train approaches Harajuku, the path  turns a little bumpy. And with it, your breasts, bounce enough to hypnotize him.

A semi see through shirt covers up your upper part, the choice of not wearing a bra today had come up to be a great idea. It is cold, December nights are most likely to be freezing these days. Your nipples hard, erected, grazing against soft silk, protrude deliciously for that stranger to enjoy on his ride home.

You grab your phone when you effectively check he is into the mesmerizing bounce of your breasts; the reflection on the screen shows his protruding bulge, on dark green pants that were not that tight up until now.

His big, enormous hand, that had been resting on his lap, slides down and hangs right before his crotch and in between his spread legs. He is not touching himself; he is just temptingly letting the bumpy motions of the train move his fingers to graze his trousers.

Oh, how inviting… do you want me to touch you, sir? Or maybe, just maybe… kneel right in between those legs for those hands to bury my head against your dick? Do you want to use me like your personal fuck toy, Mr. Stranger?

You bite the inner side of your mouth to the idea. Wondering about the taste. Wondering about the size and width of his sex. Your legs, slowly, open to the point your skirt does nothing to cover your panties once again; the semi see through black nylons are sheer enough to get wet with your neediness… and him, beguiled, seems to be getting annoyed from your games, because that man wants to play his turn this time.

That last drunk man that probably passed two stations already, finally wakes up. He looks at both of you, absent in spirit, only walking out of sheer inertia towards the opening doors.

Now, that stranger and you are finally alone.

And your gazes cross, in the dance of concupiscence and domination that he clearly wins. He lets his right leg, that had been resting on his left one, fall to the side. Wide spread legs, his crotch show the huge hardness you’ve been willing to taste.

No words needed, his hand on his sex allows you -orders you- to do the same. Slowly and deeply sensual, contrasting with the viciousness of his touching, you open your legs enough to let him see the full picture he’s been imagining.

Tracing little circles over your panties, you give him a silent spectacle. And you do, taunting him, knowing that as long as none of you move from their seats, this will only remain in the memories you will succumb on lonely nights.

Shibuya station is approaching, and you know you will have to get off the train to walk home… but will you be able to make it?

“The next station is Shibuya”

That woman’s voice breaks the sexual ambience, and by now the green trousers of that man have already been stained with prominent amounts of precum.

You smirk, playfully closing your legs again and standing up. Nodding as if you were wishing goodnight to him, you walk up to the doors next to your sit.

“Heh” he hums, as if he was happy to know you are descending the train.

You giggle as you walk outside, thinking of the audacious things you just have done…

“I’m such a whore…” “Yes, you are…”

A sudden hand covers your mouth; the grasp is violent and dominant. The presence that accompanies it, huge. It takes your breath away, as if some kind of invisible pressure fell upon your body.

“I’ve been told people in Tokyo weren’t disrespectful, but I can see you in fact are… do you think it’s ok to start something and leave it unfinished?” a raspy voice whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

The circle mirror right next to the railing reflects what you were suspecting; this man wouldn’t leave without getting what you tease him to give…

It is either push him away or let him take it. Little to nothing, is what it takes you to decide… the way his huge frame feels against your back, the way his hand on your mouth muzzles you… a defenceless victim; a victim, really, of lust.

You turn your head to the side, where you can see him better. Your narrowed eyes show nothing but sexual intention. His hand, slides down immediately after. Even a man like him gets amazed by the way you express your desires.

“I have a fiancé waiting for me at home. I have to walk home before it gets too late … however, I might get lost at Shibuya station and take a little longer to arrive home…”

Your words of consent cause in that man something unstoppable; his eyes desperately scan the station for something covered enough to leave your legs trembling.

The green buzzing light on a トイレ  sign catches his attention, making the perfect hideaway.

“Come’ere” he grunts, snatching your arm and pulling you towards a bathroom.

Your legs do what they can to keep up the pace, allowing you to follow him inside. He doesn’t even care for getting into a stall, you are suddenly turned around and pushed against the sinks.

The mirror in front of you shows the imagery of a face tinted in lust, and your mascara to be a little bled off under your eyes.

Your skirt, the one he wished to lift, ends up like a belt around your waist. Your semi see through stockings, ripped by his own hands. Your panties, drenched, moved to the side.

“Suck my finger” he commands, burying index, middle and ring finger into your mouth. Deep, almost making you gag, you coat them with saliva. It was completely unnecessary; you were dripping wet anyway. But it gave that brute of a stranger, hot and needy, time to let his zipper down and his erection out.

You cough, and immediately after, those three fingers slide violently inside of you. They slip so easily, making him to smirk pleased.

“I’m glad I don’t need to prep you; you will take me like a good whore”

You swallow; you can’t see the size, but you most definitely can feel it resting warm and throbbing on the small of your back. You can also feel the way he pumps a few times, coating his shaft with your fluids coated hand.

He lifts your right leg, enough for it to rest on the dirty sink counter and your body to be tilted to the side. Did he do that for better access, or perhaps for deeper? Both… you will need it.

The strong hand of that stranger grips from your ankle, leaving probably the imprints of his fingernails in your skin. His dick, hard to the point of exploding, slides in mercilessly.

Your whine reverberates against the cold tiles of that isolated bathroom, your eyes turn white as the tip feels enough to create a bulge on your lower belly. Your insides feel like squeezed one against the other; his intrusion feels enormous compared to what you have tried before.

“You like it, little whore?” he asks, using now his free hand to grab a fistful of your hair to keep your face up, to maybe enjoy your pleased façade on the mirror.

His right hand leaves your ankle to make a few buttons of your shirt to pop and your chest to freely bounce with the thrusts.

“I … I do, don’t stop” you plead, as if he were to.

“Heh. You are insatiable… aren’t you?” he growls, giving you harder and stronger back shots. Hitting against the front walls of your sex enough to make you shiver and lose control of your own juices.

Coated erection that gets ready to impregnate whether he likes it or not, whether you want it or don’t.

And right before your climax arrives and your walls get painted by his warm release, you look yourself in the mirror for once… “Look at you, about to burst, getting fucked by a total stranger on a random night…”

The next thing you do is walk home, acting as if nothing happened but trying hard not to drip cum from your cunt…

[r473n]

Chapter 6 of SOULs just dropped, and I'M SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG!!

Honestly, bring snacks and some water. You'll need them.

Also... look at these two... you know you want to!!! KISSSSSSSS, KISSS ALREADY, YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Bleach Masterlist - Headcanons

Everything has been appropriately labeled, please do not read the ones marked NSFW if you are a minor

Headcanons:

Urahara Kinky Kido Hisagi finding out his s/o likes his voice Shinji finding out his s/o likes his voice Bleach Men Finding out Their S/o Likes Their Voice(Shunsui, Ukitake, Byakuya) Byakuya finding s/o asleep Skincare Shunsui/Jushiro Modern HC Jushiro Headcanons SFW/NSFW Gin x Byakuya Aizen and Ukitake modern HC’s Aizen and Gin finding s/o asleep Gin x Byakuya Mistletoe Zanpakuto Inconveniences Zanpakuto Inconveniences Part 2 Shunsui/Jushiro Modern Headcanons Jushiro Headcanons SFW/NSFW Oddities Part 1 Oddities Part 2 Love Languages Reiatsu Descriptions Female Shinigami Reiatsu Descriptions Male Shinigami Clueless Desserts Starbucks Drink Orders Finding Fanfiction of Themselves

[electronicwitchcollection]

Me: I watch bleach for the plot

*the plot*

[normansnt]

Worthy (Kenpachi Zaraki x male!husband reader)

Absolutely no warnings the whole thing is fluff🦦

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The rays of the sun were shining through the bedroom window which was on the right side of the bed. Two males were laying on the bed in the center of the room only its head board touching the wall behind it.

Kenpachi groaned softly and opened his eyes to see his husband, Y/N, laying on top of him. He took in the mans facial features, not like he had them burned into his memory due to staring at his husband a lot. But he still loved these moments.

When Y/Ns face was completely calm and unbothered, in times like this his beauty truly shone through. His plump l/c lips that were curling upwards slightly, he was probably having a pleasant dream, his nose which complimented and put his facial features together perfectly, and his eyes, It's true that when open, they could make Kenpachi stumble over his own words and loose the thoughts he was having prior but when they were closed that also gave a glow to his husbands face.

Kenpachi was lucky indeed. On how he found himself such a loving and caring husband who would never even look at others if Kenpachi is in the room, and oh that glint in his eyes when he looks at him.

Kenpachi had a hard time capturing reality. He never understood how Y/N, an actual angel, could fall for him, a brute whose life and death was battle and every breath he took was to kill someone. He often wondered why Y/N didn't find, or go look for, someone else. Someone who can treat him the way he deserves it. Even though Knepachi tries very hard to be a good husband, his anger gets the best of him sometimes and his blood lust is something that makes you constantly worried for his health.

You always tell him that there is no one you would rather be with than him, that the fact that he isn't perfect is something you love about him so much and that no one is in fact perfect.

He disagreed, kind of, he found you perfect, thats an argument you guys always had.

Even after telling him all these things he still wants for you to be with someone better than him. Of course it would break him into millions of pieces but he just knows that if you would be with someone more suited for you than--

"Pachi?" Your raspy morning voice, which he loved so much, got him out of his trance "yes?" Asked he groggily as well.

"You have been zoning out for a long time I just wanted to know if you were ok" you said while playing with his now let down hair.

He looked at you, the way the morning sunlight shone on your face made it even more handsome than it usually is. Of course you have been worried about him. Its what you do.

"Are you having those horrible thoughts again?" How foolish of him. To think for a second that you couldn't read him like a book and know exactly whats on his mind. "Look at me" you said, even though he was looking at you, you meant really at you, into your eyes, paying attention to the words you say, he knew that's what you meant.

You sat up to straddle him and held his face in you hands. "I love you more then life itself, and no matter what you thought about just now you deserve me and are the best possible partenr for me I know it, I married you because of it" you smiled putting up your hand in front of his face for him to see the ring on it.

He looked at your hand, then took it into his own, brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently, a small smile spreading on his lips, god, he loved you so much. You giggled and took a hold of his hand that was holding yours. Than leaned closer and kissed his lips instead.

"I'll repeat the words so they stay in your mind Kenpachi Zaraki, you're not just worthy of me, but you are the perfect match for me, the love of my life"

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'ELLO LOVELY BEINGS

Is Kenny to OOC???🧐

Ehh idk but I like this fic its short and syrupy sweet🫠

Maybe a bit too sweet idk anymore🦦

ANYHOW I don't know if you guys could tell but I may be a bit obsessed w Kenpachi🐥

I know you guys want more op fics, at least thats my guess cus my Usopp fic received tons of love, thank you so much for that, and worry you not I shall write more for one piece. My next fic is going to be a Sanji fic🤓 (I hope)

Well I hope you enjoy your reading, ladies, gentlemen and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[fanfictions-i-cant-write]

What if Hanaki disease could be caused by unrequited platonic and familial love as well as romantic?

For example, the seventeen months that Ichigo Kurosaki spent alone and abandoned by his friends and family after the Winter War. They all basically abandoned him, but he wouldn't have just given up on his love for them; he's loyal like that. At least once, he had to think: ‘do they no longer care about me?’ but he's still the same Ichigo who invaded Soul Society for a girl he had known for three months.

So what if Ichigo got Hanaki disease from all the friends and family who abandoned him?

[timetravelbleach]

This account is dedicated to my fanfiction, Ice Changes the Story.

It's on fanfiction, ao3 and Wattpat under Toshiro Taichou

This account also belongs to @toshiro-taichou and @fairytailaustories

[gallusrostromegalus]

I love Kenpachi "Raised By Eagles" Zaraki, and learning how this affects his behavior and worldview but how does this change Yachiru?

Kenpachi might be human-shaped but he's a bird to the core. How bird like is Yachiru as a consequence? Is her first language Eagle as well? Has she met her extended family (grandmother, aunts, perhaps cousins too) and had flying lessons?

I just love the image of Yachiru being a Chaotic Fledgling, and behind her is a grinning Kenpachi that is just as much a Buck Wild Bird, he's just better at playing at being human.

(if kenpachi is a prince, is yachiru thus a princess?)

One Small Correction: Kenpachi is a Sword Guy at his deepest core, but he still considers himself Culturally Eagle, but also that's only one of like 147 Identities he uses. Man collects personas and cultures and memes and jobs and identities like lint, but don't worry- that's just how Things Like Him live.

Kenpachi is also, technically, a Prince, and if he wasn't allergic to honorifics, he would be well within his rights to tell the Kuchiki clan to call him "Kotaishi-Denka", but he doesn't like being called a title he didn't earn. Moreover, he can only tell the nobles that little fun fact *once*, so he's keeping it in his back pocket for the most opportune moment.

Don't Worry about it :)

As for Yachiru:

It's a tough call which is her first language because Kenpachi was speaking to her in Japanese and Eagle and the language of the Northern Tribes he spent a lot of his adolescence with, and the common language of the small spirits like Kodama and Koropokkur when she was an infant and learned them all simultaneously.

Japanese is actually Zaraki's fifth language, and he's been learning how to talk shit in Spanish recently.

Eagle is definitely Yachiru's favorite language to swear in though. Nothing quite as cathartic as a good screech that blasphemes six different gods and curses the object of offense for seven generations in both directions.

Yachiru's gestures and posture are... odd. Some are distinctly Eagle, but she's a constant finger-drummer and hummer, lies and sleeps on her stomach as a matter of preference, walks as easily on her hands as her feet, and writes as easily with her toes as her fingers.

Some of that is learned Directly from her father, but a lot of it seems to be her own peculiarities that all children develop but most have harassed out of them by their parents. Kenpachi had little regard for "proper" behavior out of a child, beyond not endangering herself or getting him in undue trouble. He also has a lot of strange ways of moving that his Mother never tried to correct out of him, so they're both odd birds in that both of them are about five steps to the left of any ind of typical and don't mask a goddamn thing.

As for Yachiru's Extended Family, she occupies a unique position in the family of She Who Rules The Sky.

Yachiru is Her first grandchild.

Oh, certainly, She has laid and raised many, many generations of Eagle, but per tradition and common sense, they move far, far away from Her before having their own offspring to avoid competing with Her, and their children do the same. But Kenpachi comes to visit his Mother and sisters- a strange thing, but he's not eating the same food or trying to build a nest in the same place, so it works.

She Who Rules The Sky is DELIGHTED by Her Granddaughter, and spoils Yachiru rotten with attention and fresh kills and embarrassing stories about her father when he was young.

At least some of the way Yachiru hangs off Kenpachi's back is based on how he learned how to hang onto his Mother during Flying lessons, and how her grandmother taught her to do the same, but hanging onto Her neck, on account of how small Yachiru is.

She Who Rules The Sky and both Yachiru's Aunts are all very concerned about how small she is. Her appetite is certainly healthy enough, but she grows so slowly. Zaraki's assurances that there are Human Women he works with that are full-grown adults scarcely half again Yachiru's size does nothing to avail their fears, and makes Rukia sneeze.

Zaraki's sisters have not taken Names either, but for the sake of convenience, they allow Yachiru to call them Ane-Oba and Imuto-Oba, as Kenpachi is the middle sibling, according to order of appearance in the nest.

Eagle kinship terminology is different than human in that only the siblings from the same clutch are your brothers or sisters, and who is the older or younger is determined by the hatching order rather than laying order. Your mother's previous clutches are your aunts and uncles, and your mother's clutch-mates are also your aunts and uncles, but with a higher level of grammatical deference. "Grandparent" is an entirely novel concept to Eagles, who almost never meet theirs, and hearing how active grandmothers are in the raising of their grandchildren fascinates She Who Rules The Sky.

Consequently, Kenpachi isn't a Prince because he's an Eagle.

He's a Prince because She Who Rules The Sky is a straight-up Kami, and a big damn deal, because She has jurisdiction over EVERYTHING in the sky- Other birds, Weather, Shinigami if they go higher than the roof of the tallest building in a square mile, the fucking moon (technically), Bats (but only when they come out at night. What they do in caves is none of Her business and also She doesn't want to think about it.), and anything some idiot might try shooting at Her.

"Prince" isn't quite accurate- it's not an inherited title, but She Who Rules The Sky told Kenpachi after he became a captain to Officially Manage whatever Humans and Shinigami were doing in the sky for Her, on account of being closer and having at least one eye to keep on them.

So technically he's a Nepo Unpaid Intern, but a Nepo Unpaid Intern that could smote anybody right out of the air, so most birds and lesser Kami use the more respectful title of "Prince" instead.

He does not use this ability often, because he'd rather try to get someone to fight him, but he does not hold back with it where mosquitoes are concerned.

It's cromulent to Eagles that he should inherit the responsibility though, because it's usually the youngest clutch that inherit a nest site or hunting territory upon the demise of a parent, and while She shows no signs of dying any time soon, it's the way of Kami to train and hand off lesser responsibilities to their children as their domains expand.

Hence, Yachiru is not a Princess in the sense that she has a title to inherit, but she is one in that Kenpachi trusts everything she tells him and defers to her on things like "math" and "where the fuck are we going?" because she's better at those than he is, and in that sense, she is his Princess.

[tuliharja]

Fandom: BLEACH

Rating: Teens and Up Audience

Genres: Drama

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:  In the Fourth division, after a long time, there is for once a peaceful moment, but it is broken because of one bloodthirsty captain. Yes, Kenpachi Zaraki is once again in need of patching up.

Note: Also posted in fanfiction.net under the same name.

[sashi-ya]

月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ᴅᴀʏ ғᴏᴜʀ > ᴢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ ᴋᴇɴᴘᴀᴄʜɪ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: @deerspringdreams asked: Hello!! I hope you had a beautiful new year celebration! I'm so excited for this event! I would like to request a Kenpachi x nb reader (you know who xP) for the "The moon looks beautiful tonight", pretty please ♡ tw: +18. not super explicit. implied shower sex. reader totally gn, no pronouns nor body descriptions٠ wc: 1k ٠♡ masterlist ٠ taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji

“Come on! You can do it, (Name)!” he screams while his hands slowly let go of your waist. You are hanging from the bars and your muscles begin to feel the weight of your own body.

He scoffs, his long black hair tied in a knot has always been your weakness. “See? I told you you could do it. Come on, hang in there for more than 2 seconds and I will reward you”.

You shiver,  is not the pain in your arms’ joints what makes it happen… Is Zaraki telling you he is gonna give you a reward. Your coach, who you are absolutely sure is half animal and zero percent interested in dating, makes your heart beat faster every time he is close to you.

And you hang in there. One, two, even five seconds more. You are strong, you have been training. Drops of sweat travel from your forehead into your temple, you bite your lips just to show him you have become as strong as he wants you to be.

The man in front of you, wearing his sweat drenched white tank top, crosses his well built arms over his chest. Kenny smirks and looks at you ferally proud. His prominent fangs that have always remembered you of his untamed nature, shine with his smile. He enjoys watching you sweat, breaking your own limits… and how much you wish he were to break them too, with you…

Your chest goes up and down, your nails carve on your palms as it turns almost impossible to keep your tight grip around the bar; you are too tired. And when you finally give up, he is right there to catch you. Is not that you were for more than a few meters from the ground, but, falling on his embrace is all you could ever ask for.

“Got ya!” he chimes, allowing you -knowing it well- to enjoy the scent of his skin. You nuzzle on the crook of his neck, his strong arms around you makes you feel tiny compared to him. You are strong, yes. But he is way more than you. (Or anyone else)

Sure, for you it was a big deal to be on his arms. But not for the rest of the people in the gym; Kenny’s and yours chemistry is so high, that everybody could said you were already a couple by the time you had your first session as personal trainer/client.

“You were the extra mile, and as I promised I will reward you. Wanna go somewhere now that we’re done?” he asks, so worriless.

You blink twice, still on the arms of your lo- personal trainer. He smirks and puts you down on the floor, shaking your whole body as he does.

“Y-yes, sure. I need to take a shower; can you wait for me, Kenny?”  you say.

“I will accompany you, then” he answers.

You choke as you drink from your water bottle, widening your eyes. “He wants to bathe with me?”

Your expression must have been very obvious as even Kenny could read your mind, and, laughing he walks away towards the showers. “Not together, but pretty close…”

You stand there, with sore muscles and the idea that breathing is optional. You can’t move for a good couple of minutes. He recognizes your existence as more than a human willing to become stronger, he is indeed -in his own ways, that you thought were null- flirting with you.

The towel that lies on one of the bench is his, and you grab it. Using it around your neck feels refreshing, a feeling of property that both excites you and makes you feel like a teenager in love. And with it, you get into the locker rooms to then visit the showers.

As soon as you get into the bathroom, the steam surrounding the ambience engulfs you. It’s easy to know where he is. He is way taller that the stall, and you could see his profile under the warm rain of the shower. With his eyes closed, and his long hair back, he relaxes peacefully.

You pass by, trying not to be noticed, but as he could sense your soul he does. He looks slightly to the side, opening just one eye to look at your tower only covered body. You froze, immobile. And he laughs.

“Wanna join?”  he… jokes. “Uh- ah-“ you stutter.

The stall opens with a hard swing. His whole anatomy showing before you. Manhood exposure, total embodiment of the testosterone running through his veins. You gawk, looking up and down at him. There is no way this is actually happening.

Kenny snatches you from your wrist, pulling you inside and closing the door of the shower. You, who were still trying to clench the towel, lost the war against gravity, leaving you completely naked under the water.

Your back gets pressed against the wet tiles of such a little cubicle. The drops of water that fall from the tip of his nose kiss your lips, as his back stops the shower from falling on you. He is close, Kenny is so close to you. Your naked bodies are.

The buzzy light of the ceiling competes for which sound is persistent against you two. The repetitive music of the defective, old, bulb or your accelerated breathing. It is undeniable, your bodies want the other. Now. In the gym showers or anywhere else, really.

“Ke-Kenny?” you ask, stuttering and melting yourself with the wall on your back. “Mh…?” he grunts, making your toes to curl. You take your eyes to the way he is holding your arm over your head, totally topping you simply with his presence and his body a few inches from yours. “Is- is this- allowed?” you try to dilate a situation, you actually really want.

He scoffs, so sexily and low, low. Kenny comes closer to your lips. “Well… if you are able to keep it low… yes. Look up there, there is a little window so they might heard us…” he whispers before kissing you with violence and strong impetus.

Before you could close your eyes and totally surrender to his body on yours, both take a quick look through the little window.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?” “It totally does… let me take you there, then”

© sashi-ya '23

[r473n]

New KenMayu just dropped!

Kenchan x Mayuri AU modern world.

Gift for @toxictaicho and @srtruth 💜

Zaraki is a retired army guy finding it very hard to balance his internalised homophobia and the fact he is falling in love with a dude.

Mayuri is a neurosurgeon with no interest and no time to waste on a relationship, certainly not with that idiot man that keeps appearing everywhere he goes!

Fluffy, smutty, self-indulgent mess.

Mayuri's transness plays a pivotal role in this fic - I normally only mention it casually as another adjective that describes him - and there are going to be some uncomfortable conversations around transphobia and homophobia. But this is fiction, so I get to make it all end up happily, yay!

Link to ao3

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Will he, won't he

Chapter Text

He strode briskly along the sterile, white, hospital corridors. The clacking of his Louboutin oxfords echoing angrily in the quietness that surrounded him.

This better be fucking good, he thought, or they are getting shouted at until morning.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi hated the night shift. He had no problem staying awake - he’d frequently forget to sleep when he was engrossed in an exciting project - but he detested the lack of a rigid schedule and the constant interruptions, most of which were dull consultations that he wouldn’t deign to reply to in normal circumstances - when other, lesser clinicians were available.

He couldn’t really complain -though he frequently did - most of the residents were so utterly terrified of him that they rarely dared call him, unless the situation was dire.

He pushed through the big double doors of ER and was immediately hit with a cacophonous mayhem. People in blue and green scrubs rushing left and right, a patient whining somewhere, another one crying for their mommy - or morphine, he wasn’t too sure - some doctor shouting instructions that were all wrong... he shuddered. This was why he loathed coming to emergency care - there was too much noise and too much stupidity. When he was operating silence reigned, only his voice could be heard, and that was his idea of heaven.

His ears began ringing painfully. No matter how much he modified those damned cochlear implants they always failed him when there were too many sounds. He could feel the migraine approaching.

“Sir, it was me who put on the call.” Said a petite intern with big, puppy eyes. He looked so young Mayuri was tempted to ask him if his parents knew he was out at this hour. “I'm so, so sorry to bother you, sir, but Mr. Lemura already has a bleeding brain tumour.”

“Well, that would certainly explain why he is so bad at his job.” He said, massaging his temples. This was going to be a terrible night.

“Oh... I-I mean-“

“I know what you meant, idiot. Stop your babbling and give me the history.” He extended his hand, the moment the folder touched his fingers he wrenched it from the boy’s grip. “Where is the patient?”

“Oh, yes, sir! Over here!”

He skimmed through the clinical notes as he walked, trying to pay no mind to his surroundings. Nothing much for past illnesses apart from some mild liver issues, bloods showed high levels of alcohol - nothing atypical at this time of night. Reason for admit: blunt trauma to the head, suspected concussion... A drunken brawl? This asinine case was why this imbecil had woken him up?

“Here we are, sir” said the intern, holding open the partition curtains around one of the gurneys so he could walk through. The whole of the ER was compartmentalised, by drapes hanging from ceiling tracks, into small, almost identical sections that were only big enough to house a hospital bed, a table and a chair.

“Log in and find me his MRI” he muttered without looking up from the page.

“Yes, sir. I had it ready, here” placing the laptop he’d been carrying under his arm on the little overbed table, the young medic opened the tab with the results and stood as far away from Mayuri as he could whilst remaining polite.

Kurotsuchi leant closer to the computer screen and studied the 3D images for a few seconds. Ah, this is much better, he thought.

“Congratulations.” He mocked through a growing smile. “you’ve earned yourself some one-on-one time with the best surgeon in this hospital.” He turned to look at the patient and his grin faltered. The guy was in a terrible state. His face was a bloody pulp, his left arm was in a cast and his chest was covered in bandages that couldn’t hope to conceal the large haematomas spreading over his skin - which signalled many a broken rib. He looked like he’d been run over by a train, not punched by some hooligan.

Mayuri quickly flicked through the pages fearing some mistake. “This is the right patient?” he asked, frowning threateningly at the young doctor.

“Y-yes, sir... Is-is there a problem?” the poor boy’s face had quickly lost all colour. He anxiously tried to peek at the chart in Mayuri’s hands from a safe distance.

“Are you trying to tell me that this man’s injuries were caused in a fist fight?” He could feel his rage starting to bubble inside his chest. The stupid curtains did nothing to quieten the unbearable surrounding racket and now he had to deal with some inefficient anamnesis, or worse, a lying patient.

Ignoring the intern’s nervous stammering he turned his attention to the man again.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Mr. Sato. I haven’t got the slightest interest in your life, your struggles, your health concerns nor what may have caused your lesions... But, unfortunately for the both of us, in order to do my job properly, and avoid any further senseless demotions, I need to know the truth!” He took a deep breath before he continued, trying to reign in his anger and hopefully improve his pounding headache. “Now, how did you get these wounds?”

The man looked at him with a wary expression, his swollen eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “I was beaten up by some guy.” He muttered as clearly as his broken jaw allowed.

“Some guy... one, single individual?” Mayuri prodded, incredulous.

“Yes! – ouch - Why the fuck would I lie ‘bout that?”

Mayuri knitted his brows - he had a point. Why would this pitiful ned lie about being beaten up by one man, if I were going to fib he’d probably excuse his loss behind some overused fabrication such as ‘there were too many to count’.

“I see.” He stroked his chin, still not fully convinced. “Well, regardless, you have a subdural haemorrhage that needs surgical correction. I will be performing the operation tonight. You can thank me later.”

“Wait, didn’t you say you’d been demoted? I don’t want you operating on me!” the man exclaimed anxiously, wincing in pain.

“I’m terribly sorry I gave you the impression that I care... Patients don’t choose their clinicians in this hospital, which is lucky for you, because you clearly make bad decisions for a living.” he sneered, then handing the intern the file he instructed “I want everything signed and him ready in an hour.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mayuri exited the small area with a dramatic flourish that left the curtains billowing behind him. Perhaps all wasn’t lost, the surgery was simple enough for him, but it meant he likely wouldn’t be bothered again for the rest of the night.

“Mr. Kurotsuchi! How good it is to see you down here!”

A cold chill ran down his spine. That sickly sweet voice always made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.

“I was on my way out.” He announced, not looking at his interlocutor, hoping that would cut any further conversation at the root.

“Ah, of course, you’re such a busy man.” Dr. Unohana continued in a patronising tone, gazing at him with her infuriatingly calm expression.

Dr Retsu Unohana was the head of ER and one of the longest standing doctors in the hospital, which, despite her young appearance, made her into a mother figure for most newbies. They all flocked around her like ducklings afraid to get drowned by the current. She was an institution. He would never admit it, but Mayuri considered her one of the most brilliant clinicians he’d ever met. She wasn’t on his level, of course, but she was too close for comfort.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your expertise a little longer. It’s not every day that we are blessed with such a prodigious mind around here.” She said, smiling politely. She had a way to make Mayuri feel small and provoked with each vacuous compliment.

“I’m afraid I can’t. I have to prepare for surgery.” He said curtly, examining his fingernails.

“How exciting! Luckily this will only take a minute.” She pierced him with her icy stare until his will crumbled and with a derisive snort, he admitted defeat. She was a stubborn woman, she’d argue until morning, it was probably best to just go with it than try to escape her passive-aggressive coercion.

Still wearing that maddeningly benign smile, she lead the way and he followed.

“I must admit this probably won’t be as exciting as your usual cases, but I need a neurologist to double check that my patient’s cranial reflexes are intact, before I discharge him.” She casually explained as she walked uncharacteristically slowly.

Mayuri hummed in response. She was more than capable of performing a basic neurological exam, she didn’t need him to double check anything. What was she up to?

“Here we are,” she announced merrily, opening the curtains to a slightly larger cubicle. Mayuri’s mouth fell open. Sitting on the edge of the bed was the most bestial looking man he’d ever seen. His size alone was extremely intimidating, even without the blood stains over his hands and shirt. Mayuri noticed he had an old scar that ran down the side of his face and seemed to have damaged his left eye, and wondered what could have caused it. “Mr. Zaraki here has suffered blunt trauma to his skull, from a hard object, I believe it to be a pool cue?”

The man in question assented with a gruff grunt and Mayuri immediately felt a pleasurable thrill run down his spine. Oh, why is my body such a slut, he thought.

“I'm fine. I told you already, woman. No need to go wasting other people’s time!” The man stood up aggressively, his enormous frame casting a large shadow over the two clinicians. Mayuri's heart rate skyrocketed, he couldn’t tell if the sudden rush of adrenaline was due to exhilaration or apprehension, or perhaps a mixture of the two.

He glanced at Unohana out of the corner of his eye, she seemed as tranquil as if she were sitting by the seashore.

“I'm afraid your injuries might be more serious than you hope, Mr. Zaraki, and since you won’t consent to any imaging, we have to take a more traditional approach.” She explained in a sympathetic, mellow tone that felt completely out of place. “You should sit down.”

“I sai-“ the giant tried to argue, but was immediately cut off.

“You should sit down.” The second time she spoke there was no room for interpretation, she might have omitted ‘or else’ but it was certainly implicit. Her voice had turned steely so drastically that the temperature of the room seemed to drop by at least 10 degrees.

Despite her big, round eyes - that spoke of a demure innocence - and her small stature, there was a dark side to Unohana that seeped out like poisonous fumes from time to time. It was a calm, calculated type of assertiveness that was somehow so terrifying it triggered an innate flight response. She never needed to get angry, her aura was threatening enough for anyone to contradict her.

Zaraki must have felt the shift too because without further protest he did as he was told and sat back down, eyeing her cautiously.

There was a long, awkward silence before Mayuri realised that was his cue to move.

Gulping, a bit uneasy, he approached the mountainous man and sat on a chair in front of him. Even hunched over, Zaraki still appeared massive, his shoulders were almost twice as broad as Mayuri’s and his long, black hair fell limply, framing the sides of his face and giving him an even more savage look.

Mayuri forced himself to focus and proceeded to quietly examine him. A few abrasions on his powerful knuckles, a couple of bruises starting to form over his vast, muscular chest, a split on his lower lip... he examined his reflexes and cranial nerves and found no abnormalities. He was about to announce this when he realised...

“You are the perpetrator?” He exclaimed with no small amount of shock in his voice.

“Eh?” Zaraki was staring at him with an vacant expression, his mouth agape.

“Perhaps my assessment is wrong and you do have concussion.” He said testily. He suddenly felt much more comfortable around him now that he’d realised he was stupid. “Are you the man who beat up my patient? Were you in a bar fight? Is that how you got hit on the head?” he questioned, knocking lightly on his own temple.

“What are you? the fucking police?” Zaraki deflected with a hoarse, cutting tone that sent another shiver flying through Mayuri’s body.

“No...” He smirked. “I was merely wondering what kind of wild animal could have caused injuries such as my patient’s. It's nice to satisfy one's curiosity.”

Zaraki gave him a lopsided smile. “Well, he got it coming.”

“How so?” he leaned closer, catching a whiff of the guy’s intoxicating, manly scent.

“Called my friend a faggot.”

“I see...” Mayuri squirmed, reclining back in his chair. With a huge bully like this, chances were he was just a homophobe trying to defend another homophobe from being called a homophobic slur by yet another homophobe. He needed to tread lightly. Not that he was scared, but he’d been assaulted enough times in his life for being queer. It was getting tiresome.

“He seemed not too happy that my friends were kissing, so I went to see what the fuck was his problem.” Zaraki explained offhandedly with a cheeky smile. “He thought it was smart to talk to me like shit and call my friend that... so I rearranged his face with my fists.”

Mayuri felt a little flutter of hope in his chest.

“Your friends were kissing?” he heard himself ask eagerly, not even sure why he was so interested.

“Yeah. I know it wasn’t a gay bar but why the fuck can they not kiss wherever the fuck they want? They ain’t hurting anyone, right?

“Indeed.”

“They've got a right to do it just like normal people”

“Right...” he had been holding his breath all this time, waiting for the inevitable confirmation of his suspicion, and here it was. It would have been too good to be true.

“Shit, I didn't mean that.” Zaraki flinched, looking embarrassed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Not that they aren't normal, they are. I meant that they should have the same rights as non lgb...gqp...ib people.”

“I believe you may have forgotten a few letters.” Mayuri quipped sarcastically, which clearly flew over the other man’s head.

“Oh... sorry.” Zaraki looked to the side and frowned, as if trying to remember the right acronym.

“Anyway, as riveting as the tales of your honourable conquest might be, I am a very busy man... If you excuse me.” He stood up, taking his gloves off with a loud snap. “I’ll ready your discharge papers and then you may go, Mr... Zaraki.”

“Oh, yeah? is that- don’t you need to do any more tests?”

The way he was looking at Mayuri was interesting, he seemed almost disappointed... or so Mayuri would have believed if it weren’t because, mere minutes before, he had been extremely keen to leave without even a check up.

“No need. I'm extremely good at my job, I can assure you. You’re fine to go home.”

Giving the man a last appraising glance, he exited the little booth, not missing Unohana’s self-satisfied, tiny smirk.

That was indeed an very odd interaction. Why had she called him to perform such a basic check and why was he feeling so flustered all of a sudden?

His ponderings were interrupted when a very pretty twink, with died eyebrows and a fashionable haircut approached him wearing a worried look.

“Excuse me, my name is Yumichika Ayasegawa. Are you Kenpachi’s doctor? Would you be able to tell me if he’s going to be alright?”

“Are you family?” he looked the man up and down.

“No, we’re friends.”

“I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to divulge such information, then.”

A second man, bald and tall, with brightly coloured eyeshadow came towards them, awkwardly carrying three takeaway coffee cups.

“He doesn’t have any family, we’re his emergency contacts, doesn’t that count?” he asked quite aggressively.

“No.” Mayuri replied, chagrined at his tone. “Patient confidentiality is of paramount importance to me.” He lied, revelling in the man’s increasingly angry scowl. “I'm afraid if you want information you’ll have to follow the official channels, like everyone else.” He turned around and immediately walked away before they could harass him with any more annoying questions.

[spookyheaad]

KenUno ship week!!

@sister-cna-reader @girlwiththepapatattoo

I forgot to post this, but in a bleach discord server I’m in, I’m participating in KenUno ship week! It started yesterday, so I’m on day 2!

Here’s day 1:

Prompt: They mostly come at night. Mostly.

For day 1 I did some art! I was inspired by their Muken fight, particularly the part where they’re having so much fun they just start rotting away together. I love ghoulish macabre imagery like that, and I felt it fit the prompt 😌

Day 2 (today!!):

Prompt: A romantic dinner, with a twist!

For today’s prompt, I made a small fic:

Finally putting my KenUno Modern/Actor AU to good use. Kenny is a massive Star Wars nerd, and Unohana becomes one by proxy. They’re also such a lovely couple and I am projecting in no way whatsoever ☺️☺️☺️