#sereitei

[manmilkers]

Writers never know what's important in their own world. Like, they'll drop a detail that completely shifts the entire understanding of their established worldbuilding and never expound on it. Like, what do you mean theres a clan of giant magical dogpeople within walking distance of this story???

[wendlerrrr]

[inmensapotentia]

🎲 (For Shun and Uki, From @penandswords cus i'm GREEDY like that)

Shun - 7: A Romantic Kiss

Movies weren't usually Shunsui's favorite past time, but the fact it left him open to sitting there with Rima curled up in his lap made it much easier to deal with. Ukitake did enjoy a nice hot bath in the evenings, and Shunsui wasn't going to complain about being left with Rima alone for a while. As the credits started to roll, he reached out, finger curling under her chin, thumb finding her skin as well to tip her head up.

Leaning in slowly, always careful to give his partners a chance to say no, he pressed his lips tenderly to hers. His other arm was looped gently around her waist, holding her close as he kissed her slow and sweet.

Ukitake - 27: A Kiss in Greeting

Being away from Rima always pulled at his heart in ways he wasn't fond of, but it made their time together just a little more sweet, a little more intense. For he knew it only lasted so long.

Which explained the way he smiled at Rima as she stepped out of her office, probably expecting Nanao or Rukia as he had just let them off duty. Stepping close to the woman as she stepped out of the building, he reached out to pull her close. One large hand cupping the side of her face, he leaned down slowly and brushed a soft kiss to her lips. "Good evening, Little Love, how are you?"

[my-my-my]

Aizen, Calligraphy and Poems (?)

In addition to getting into fountain pens, I have also started to read waka poems, which are Japanese poems. While I’m personally not interested in calligraphy as a hobby, reading about the historical aspects of Japanese calligraphy and waka poems made me curious about Aizen’s relationship with calligraphy, and by extension - poetry. We don’t know much about him in relation to those two things other than:

Aizen enjoyed Japanese calligraphy/considered it a hobby

He was so good at calligraphy that he was teaching it at the academy

Hinamori began to practice calligraphy during his captaincy and he held monthly calligraphy sessions for his squad

Aizen had a column in the Sereitei Communication called “The Yin of the Pine Needle”

Japanese calligraphy is a subject often taught to children in elementary school, but it has even older historical roots tied to professional warriors of the bushi rank (samurais are a part of this ranking system). These warriors were trained in bujutsu – were bu means war, and jutsu means technique, and budo. Budo doesn’t quite have a direct translation, but some describe it as the “martial ways to peace.” Even within budo, there were two “emphasis” students needed to focus on: 1) bu which were war and combat strategies, and; 2) bun which were Japanese literature and fine arts. Warriors of the highest ranking were expected to learn all of this, and some students were even expected to learn the flute (shakuhachi), Noh dancing (shimai) and flower arrangement (kado – which was one of Unohana’s hobbies!).

Japanese calligraphy, known as shodo was considered a vital part of a warrior’s training – so it is of no surprise that the Soul Academy, would incorporate it in their curriculum as a class, in addition to kido and sword fighting training.

But why is shodo so important to a warrior’s learning?

Well to many warriors, if sword fighting was considered a reflection of one’s mind (see my post here about Aizen and Kyoka suitgetsu), then shodo is the physical representation of the artist’s spiritual force. Shodo is more than just writing – it is a visible way to sense a warrior’s mental and physical condition. For centuries, leaders in Japan were expected to be strong calligraphers, and some of the best sword fighting masters in history, such as Miyamoto Musashi, were also regarded as some of the best calligraphers of their time.

Each brush stroke must be precise and unwavering – there isn’t room for corrections. An artist must be decisive once the brush hits the paper. The same can be said for sword fighting. You do not swing your sword “hoping” you will get a strike; you swing your sword because you are certain you will strike. Just like in any of the combat arts Shinigami must learn, mistakes are ultimately final in shodo.

Just like handling a sword, holding a brush is also a particular skill. Some teachers in shodo will grab brushes out of their students hand to check their grip. But the trick is that you can’t have too tight of a grip, as your brushstroke becomes rigid and your writing becomes static. Thus, you must be concentrated, but also relaxed. Shodo has an emphasis on balance and flowing, dynamic characters, just like with sword fighting. It’s why there’s often difficulty in painting a straight line, because your mind and body must work together as a unit. Once your brush hits the paper, your hand must paint without hesitation – your thoughts are free as they are focused on the “here” and “now” of painting. Aizen, who had a strongly concentrated mind, was also relaxed – his fight with the Gotei 13 in Fake Karakura Town is an example of this.

I already talked about this in a previous post, but Kyoka suigetsu acts as a metaphor for visualizing before striking. Shodo has a similar concept as well. Skilled artists should be able to visualize the kanji they’ll paint, and then make the decision for the first brush stroke. It would not surprise me if the Soul Academy then made calligraphy an elective because for students to be relatively decent at calligraphy, it would be a safe assumption that they would be good with a katana. Both require accuracy and skills to be effective.

Aizen was already a master sword fighter, so it is then, of no surprise, that his calligraphy skills were also unparalleled. While it’s a shame we don’t see any of Aizen’s calligraphy work, he was recognized in his skill in it that he became a teacher. I also wouldn’t be surprised if this was his way to “vibe check” students as potential conspirators with him, because of the underlying assumption that brush, katana and mind are one.

Calligraphy is just one aspect though; some calligraphers were also talented poets! One specifically that comes to mind is Sugawara no Michizane. To be honest, Aizen kind of reminded me of an evil version of him lol. Sugawara no Michizane was a poet, scholar and politician employed to the Emperor of Japan. Long story short, a political conflict arose, where two other clans working for the emperor made comments that suggested Sugawara was trying to usurp power from the Emperor. As such, Sugawara was exiled from the imperial court.

Another fun fact about Sugawara no Michizane, he had a favourite plum tree in the imperial garden! So much so that on the day of his exile, he wrote a poem for it: When the east wind blows/ let it send your fragrance/ oh plum blossoms. / Although your master is gone/ do not forget the spring. The legend goes that Sugawara missed this tree so much that it flew to him during his exile. This gave the plum tree the name: tobiume.  

Sugawara died not long after his exile, but the imperial palace, and those who wronged Sugawara, experienced dreadful things. Specifically the Emperor’s palace was destroyed through a fire… which was triggered by lightning. Such as the fall of the Sereitei during the first invasion of the Quincy after Aizen’s defeat (Sasikibe dying and Yamamoto burning Squad 1). While Aizen is indeed alive, the imperial court were incredibly superstitious and made temples in honor of Sugawara. And we have Shunsui (temporarily) releasing Aizen for the war (I admit, this connection is a bit of a reach!)

As for poetry, I again, wish we had an example of some of the things Aizen wrote, but the Yin of the Pine Needle is an interesting title for a reoccurring column! He wrote 50 volumes for it. (For context, Unohana’s column had 1041 volumes.)

In Japanese flower language, pine needles (matsuba) symbolize harmony. The “yin” in Aizen’s column’s title, is a bit more ambiguous, because yin can mean different things in this context. Yin can represent assimilation, quietness, sluggishness, psychological or spiritual work, it can also be interpreted as suppression when yin is associated with emotions. Regardless of what exact meaning Aizen’s column was meant to be, it would be a safe assumption that Aizen was publishing something that was could have been a critique, commentary or something where he’s pointing out the “harmony” either within Soul Society or something more ambiguous lol, is not what it seems.

Here are my rambles, thanks for reading! Would love for Kubo to write more Aizen, but alas! I'm always going to overthink the crumbs we get of Aizen's character lol.

[evilcokito]

Captain Squad 3 " Know what happens when talent works hard? "

👹 Riddle Rosehearts 👹

Requested by: anon! TOOK LONG TO DO THIS AND I'M SO SORRY *kneels* hope you see it in some way- probably wrote too much, can't control myself.

👹 Curiosities: (Riddle have a Bankai YAY!)

👹 Riddle worked very hard at the shinigami academy. He became captain on the recommendation of other captains.

👹 Incredibly demanding of himself, his subordinates and other captains.

👹 When Trey-Cater go to "solve the problem," they do the "problem" a favor. Riddle has no mercy at all.

👹 Riddle helped Cater to train his Bankai andd plans to do the same with Deuce and Ace. He really wants the Shinigami in his squad to be efficient.

👹 Hates going to the human world. He usually sends his subordinates there.

👹 Riddles activation shikai is "Decapitate", and his Bankai is " Dye with hemorrhage, Rose. Bleed - Off with your head ".

Shikai Decapitate:

Allows Riddle to inflict a sudden loss of consciousness on the opponent, similar to the sensation when fainting. To activate it, he have to cut slightly the opponent's neck. The time of loss of consciousness depends on the opponent, it can be a second or take days to recover.

Bankai Off with your head:

Causes the opponent to slowly bleed from the cut inflicted on Shikai. With hemorrhage, the opponent loses abilities and consciousness. This allows Riddle a certain amount of battle time to definitively cut off the head. This bankai is an illusion, the opponent has only the feeling and thought that he is progressively losing blood. However, progressive skill losses are real.

👹 At the academy, they called him "that miniature demon brat!" Currently they can't call Riddle that way, but no one forgot it.

👹 The king of knowing the rules of the Sereitei, Kido's incantations and Bureaucracy by heart. Everyone usually asks him.

👹 Although Riddle is a disciplined and tough captain, he is also very easy to distract. His subordinates usually prevent him from getting out of control or breaking half of the Sereitei… with pets. Little kittens, dogs, birds.

👹 If they are strays, Riddle adopts the animals. Half of them were found by Trey and Cater running to stop Riddle from getting angry. Trey usually looks for puppies and kittens. Cater runs for whatever comes his way: lizards, river carp, snakes. Ace and Deuce also take any animals they find.

👹 Squad 3 is almost like a zoo. Riddle takes good care of the animals and then releases them.

👹 He does not allow, under any circumstances, one of his subordinates to be harmed in battle.

👹 As time goes by, it becomes softer and less strict. He is unrecognizable from his time in the academy. That doesn't mean that Riddle doesn't shout a lot in person or on the cellphone.

[iamumbra195]

Y’know, the reason tatsuki probably latched onto Orihime is probably because she lost Ichigo. Not in the literal way but in the sense that Ichigo was probably her closest friend as a kid and even now, she’s still incredibly fond of him but there’s this very palpable distance between them. It’s like when you have a best friend for years and then suddenly you don’t feel like your their best friend anymore while they’re still yours

So when Orihime came along who 1) had orange hair and 2) is the literal embodiment of sunshine like little ichigo, she latched onto her. And then when Orihime got her powers and sort of started to drift away, Tatsuki noticed

she doesn’t like change because change took away her first best friend and now she’s scared of losing her second. But when things don’t change the way she feared they would she doesn’t say anything when she sees Orihime and Ichigo doing weird spiritual stuff, content to ignore it because unlike with Ichigo at first, she and Orihime both began seeing spirits about the same time and supported each other so even if Orihime can fight the monsters there’s like an equalization in their relationship-- Tatsuki protects Orihime from real world stuff and Orihime protects her from spiritual stuff. It’s why their relationship works in a way Ichigo and Tatsuki’s didn’t at first, because Orihime doesn’t stonewall Tatsuki in the same way Ichigo does. At first, anyways.

It even says the Tatsuki can sense her so even if she doesn’t have powers they have a connection on a spiritual level and she’s scared to lose that. So when Orihime disappears out of nowhere with no warning, she’s angry and terrified and she knows exactly who to go to because this kind of stuff only happens around Ichigo

So when he stonewalls her YET AGAIN, she snaps because this time, one of the most important ppl in her life is missing and someone who is supposed to be her friend refuses to tell her anything despite all the time, the years they’ve known each other. It’s double the hurt for her, seeing how little Ichigo trusts her, even in matters that concern others

which is great call out to Ichigo’s issues with trusting ppl and making every little thing his responsibility while refusing to rely on anyone else, adressed by Renji and Rukia later on in the arrancar arc when they yell at him for not waiting for them and trusting them to come back and help

the repeated theme of being asked if they’re friends and why he can’t trust them is just so painful because the difference in thee responses to Tatsuki and Rukia just put into perspective how much Ichigo pushd Tatsuki away since his mom died

That was tatsuki’s breaking point and it’s an accumulation of all the hurt of losing her best friend and hearing him say that probably hurt both her and Keigo and Mizuiro because they’ve been there the entire time, haven’t they? It wasn’t fair for them to be sidelined like this, especially when it’s their friends, when they can see all the weird stuff that’s happening but feel as if they can’t talk to Ichigo because he tries so hard to protect everyone that all he ends up doing is hurting them

once again, Ichigo’s trust issues, even with ppl who can fight, even with ppl who have raided sereitei with him

‘Not strong enough’ is interesting. He tries to deter ppl from helping him and coming to his side because he feels that being around them hurts them, he feels that Orihime’s kidnapping is all his fault. And he does this by hurting them with words.

‘Don’t come near me’ ‘You aren’t strong enough’

Another beautiful call out

Hearing Ichigo say he’ll save Orihime and apologize to her and the others probably made her realize how much he’s been surpressing and how much he’s been hiding from her in a stupid attempt to protect and she hates it, hates how much she understand it because it’s always been in his nature

It makes their friendship post-aizen both bitter sweet and awesome because she finally knows everything but he no longer has his powers so their positions are switched because no she’s the spiritually aware one while he has nothing to hold onto

But she treats him the same nonetheless (Mizuiro and Keigo do as well, Keigo even goes out of his way to check up on Ichigo, after the timeskip to makesure he’s doing okay)

Anyways that’s enough of my rant about the messy friendship that is Tatsuki Ichigo and Orihime :)

A beautiful fic from Tatsuki’s perspective and some cute Ichigo & Tatsuki friendship: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47193712

[ladyzayismultifandom]

Shiver

Toshiro Hitsugaya x Reader

Genre: smut w/fluffy aftercare (heavy temperature play and a little cockwarming). 18+ Tags: temperature play, cockwarming, fingering, riding, oral (f. receiving), penetration, etc.

Description: Toshiro disvovers a new kink when he accidentally uses his powers during sex with you…. and he likes it.

It's a rare blissful day for Toshiro and you as all the paperwork that Rangiku neglected the past eight weeks has been completed, there hasn't been a single sereitei or world of the living disaster in a while, and for once the two of you can finally relax.

At times you were tempted to slack off too but that often meant another lonely night in your bed without your white-haired knight by your side. Little did you know that your precious work of art of a body served his motivations as well.

Every now and then when he came home to you after a long night of work he heard you softly moaning his name in your sleep tangled in his sheets desperately waiting for his touch. Taking you in his arms under the blanket you adjusted your body to his relaxing more now that his body pressed against yours. You moaned in satisfaction to which he rolled his eyes.

"You seem to be having fun" he whispered, lips gently pressed to your earlobe

"Oh yes, captain..." He chuckled somehow you made him equally jealous and flattered.

Although you probably wouldn't care, Toshiro would never touch you without your consent even if you were begging him to in your sleep. All you had to do was say the word and he'd show you just how much he missed you but that would have to wait. Until now

Now that the two of you are finally on the same page as far as workload Toshiro has thoroughly made it a point to his stubborn lieutenant to never fall that behind again before retiring for the day. This time of day you'd join your precious captain for his daily nap (when he didn't skip it of course) but since he got taller it became more of your daily nap. He hoped to find you as you've been lately in your sleep: tangled in his sheets yearning for him. Except for this time he planned to wake you up because surely you'd enjoy the real thing more than a dream right?

"Y/N I'm home" he called out to you as he took his haori and zanpakuto off to hang up. Fast asleep as expected your body shifted a bit over his carefully made bed holding the pillow close to you. Toshiro slowly strutted his way into your bedroom awaiting his name to fall from your lips any minute now. Crawling over you he replaced the pillow with himself coming closer to you.

"What are you dreaming about now?" he whispered

"Toshiro your hands feel so good..."

"Oh yeah? How good baby?" He said wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling you closer to him.

"R-really good" You mumble into his neck.

"You want me Y/N?"

"Yes captain" Toshiro clears his throat hoping to get you with one deep-voiced request

"Wake. Up."

Your eyes flutter open instantly all the arousal in you pooling below in your nether regions. You don't remember being touchy in your sleep but you don't mind being so close to him. Pulling away from his neck you bring his lips to yours kissing him. He groans as the kiss grows deeper holding you closer to his body before his hands start to roam. You bury one of your hands in his messy hair while the other travels down to meet his ever-growing member causing Toshiro to sigh in your mouth. He took your hands in his as he rolled on top of you gently earning a small gasp from you before kissing him again.

If Toshiro could he'd chase your lips forever but unfortunately, you need oxygen so he pulled away to look at your flushed face. While you caught your breath Toshiro stared down at your lushest body through his hooded eyes. As beautiful as he looks you noticed the air in the room seemed a bit chilly. You shiver.

Looking around you notice the entire bedroom is foggier than a winter's day in the forest. Wondering if you were okay Toshiro stopped staring at you and look shocked at what he found surrounding you. This had to be his doing. Had he really not noticed? Toshiro looked back down at your shivering body and couldn't help himself. Your cold sensitive helpless body was his for the taking and that sense of control gave him a rush in all the right places judging by how your thighs shifted against him you felt the same. He smirked as he focused his reiatsu to further drop the temperature of your bedroom slowly grinding into your clothed heat. You sighed. Your resolve was getting to a desperate point of not being able to take the teasing anymore.

"Toshiro, please ~"

"Please what princess?"

"P-please touch me captain" His breath hitched. You knew exactly what to say to get what you want from Toshiro and he knew that too.

"As you wish" Toshiro pressed more into you this kiss you grab at his top lifting it up above his head as you did the same to you even unclasping your bra exposing your soft breast to the cold air before you could get a chance to cover them with your hands Toshiro pinned them by your head with his own as he gently presses a wet cold kiss to your breast before blowing on your sensitive nipples making you pant as you grow wetter. Soon a tiny patch of ice formed over your nipples making them extra sensitive.

Satisfied with his handiwork so far he looked at you sternly before slowly releasing your hands but you knew by the way he looked at you not to move them. Completely pulling his hands away he knew you understood and went ahead in taking off your bottoms first loosening your belt then gently lifting you a little so he could swiftly pull them off. You shivered as the cold reached your blossoming heat making your clit unbearably hard not to touch. For a moment Toshiro undid his belt but he hadn't completely taken off his pants yet before crawling back over your body taking your hands back in his intertwining your fingers together. Before he started his trail of kisses down your body he looked at your face one more time to make sure everything was okay. Smiling up at him you nodded. Wasting no more time he kissed your neck earning a moan from you. Your body was hot but he was as cold as the air in the room holding you hostage in his bed. Even though he would never tell you that he did it by accident at first Toshiro loved it.

You were a mess. He left small ice particles on the most sensitive parts of your body and hasn't even gotten below your waist yet. If anything started to melt he'd just re-freeze and suck the moans right out of you. Toshiro was determined to see your resolve. He wanted to see just how long you could take him to torture you like this. Although the sounds you've been making have not been one of a prisoner. He rubs your thighs slowly spreading them apart as he delicately swipes his tongue across the icicle planted atop your right nipple. His hand hovers over your soaked panties. He looks up at you once more with a smirk on his face.

"Well, are you ready?"

"Yes!" You panted into the cold air-filled room. He smiled at the desperation in your voice.

"Yes, what Y/N?" He said as he got down on his knees in front of your shivering body, a hard-on accompanying him but for now, this was about you so he ignored it.

"Yes, captain" You sighed finally knowing he was going to reward you for putting up with all his teasing.

You hadn't noticed before but both of your ankles have been icicled into the bed so even if you wanted to you couldn't move when he began. You just had to lie there and take it. You had fallen into his trap.

Now he lies face to face with your essence looking like a starving beast before taking your thighs in his cold hands and diving in. As soon as he did your head fell back, and a loud moan came out your mouth earning another satisfying groan in your heat thus the cycle continued. He blew a cold puff of air on your clit making all your nerves shiver. He loved seeing you shiver. Something about you giving him control of your body just turned him on and seeing you like this made him feel more powerful than ever. More moans spilled from your luscious lips as he took you with his mouth. While you may have felt like you were being eaten out in the snow he was in a sauna breaking a sweat and he loved licking every sensitive nerve with his cold tongue. Not sure if you should touch him because you don't want him to stop you desperately grab a pillow near you and attempt to cover up but your shuffling alerted him. Looking up at you for the first time since he started Toshiro's lips were glazed with your juices dripping down his chin. He took his hand from your thigh and wiped some of it off only to put his fingers in his mouth with a pop sound as he finished. You were mesmerized.

"If you wanted something to grab you could've just asked princess," he said. His blue eyes trap you in his lust spell. Does he mean that or is he trying to trick you again?

"Can I?" You hesitate to touch him

"Can you?"

"May I captain?" You asked again with your hand ghosting over his head.

"You may." He says before he goes back in with no warning forcing you to grab onto his white locks tightly. He groaned in your heat. He liked that more than he wanted to admit but if you kept doing it he would have to take you sooner than he planned and you haven't come yet.

Taking his hand already lubed both your juices and his spit he spreads you open for him and inserts two fingers off the bat while still blowing on your clit not wanting to freeze it but irritate it a little to keep you going. You squeeze his fingers as your thighs struggle against him making him chuckle. It's times like this when being at the captain's level of strength comes in handy (pun intended). You grew louder to an embarrassing level that you started attempting at being quiet to not alarm any of your squad members walking around. Biting your lip, turning your head into the pillow, breathing through it, anything to keep someone from hearing. Toshiro wasn't having that though. He could feel the pressure in you lessen the more you held your back. Not taking his fingers out of you he carefully crawled completely on top of your now slippery wet body. The ice particles he put on you earlier had melted by now. Without a second of thought, you took his face in your hands and kissed him tasting yourself on him. Taking advantage of the moment Toshiro sped up his fingers while he had you in his grasp but overwhelmed with pleasure you pulled away from his lips holding back but he kept going staring down at you.

"C-captain!" You struggled to contain your moans with him so close as he gives you the ride of your life with his fingers alone.

"If you keep doing that you won't come. Is that what you want Y/N?" He asked

"No, but-" He cut you off

"But what? You want me to stop?" You could feel him about to slip his fingers out, and quickly you put your hand over his pushing them back in. Your boldness took Toshiro by surprise. He looked back at your pleading eyes

"Toshiro please don't stop-

"Then stop resisting Y/N. Let me take care of you" You nodded. Your hand still hadn't left his resting atop your quaking heat ready to release. Enjoying hearing your breath hitch when he moved he allowed you to keep it there as he started kissing your neck while aggressively fingering your heat. Quickly you started to unravel around him. Hot spurts of your juices came flowing out soaking both yours and his hands but he kept going until you couldn't take anymore literally pulling his hand out. Distracted by your afterglow the cold fog in the room grew thicker. Once you caught your breath you realized you had control of your ankles again moving them freely but you couldn't see much past the fog. The two of you have never done anything like this before but the mysteriousness of it all keeps you on your toes and you're getting used to the temperature. Reaching out into the fog you touch what can only be Toshiro's dick.

"I was wondering when you were going to undress so I wasn't the only naked one here" Teasing him a little

"You weren't complaining a second ago," Toshiro says laying down next to you

"Touche, fuck me" you straddle him mere inches from sinking yourself down on him

"Eager much Y/N?" He smirks up at you

"May I remind you that we have to return to our respective offices soon?" He sighed putting his hands on your hips slowly bringing you down on him.

"This is my first time taking you in my bed in two months. Let me savor you."

After five minutes of being "savored," Toshiro finally started to move at a satisfying pace for the two of you. It wasn't long before you fell apart on top of him squeezing him tightly. Your knees go weak but before you could fall he rolls your body over, take your thighs in his arms, wraps them around his back and drills into you for as long as he can whispering sweet nothings in your ear as overstimulation start to kick in. Dirty talk isn't really his thing but he loves describing how you make him feel in explicit details depending on his mood.

"You take me so well baby"

"Your body feels so good against mine"

"Your hands are so soft and tender. Let me hold them"

"Keep squeezing me like that baby"

"I love you"

Today though, right before he came he said something different that kept you thinking afterwards as he treated you to a blanket and tea to warm you up.

"God, I love the way you shiver"

[boxofbranflakes]

Someone once told me it says somewhere that the visored captains aren't allowed to use their masks in sereitei, I really wanna know where that's said. If that's true that's such bullshit but it definitely adds up, I mean the only time Kensei used his mask was in a random forest in the rukongai when he was training Shuhei...Instead of..y'know..IN ACTUAL FIGHTS. Tite and the soul society really hate the visored huh

(TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT)

[r473n]

Fic number 2 of the day and my first UraMayu. Now, I'm not a massive fan of Urahara, he's too shifty. But rewatching TYBW I felt like he and Mayuri got along much better than normal, and it made me think... and this came out.

Also, very much influenced by my shitty mental health atm, so be prepared for a long-winded first couple of chapters with lots of talk about depression, coping with loss, etc.

NSFW, angst with fluffy smut, UraMayu. Finished work, just needing to do final touch-ups, will post within the week.

Read on ao3

Grief

Pair: Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Kisuke Urahara

Bad TW: depression, mourning, suicidal thoughts, drug misuse, weight loss, lack of self care.

Not so bad TW: smut, fluff, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering.

Chapter 1: Akon’s treachery

Kisuke Urahara followed the young scientist down yet another serpentine corridor, staring around in awe.

The SRDI had changed so much since the last time he’d been there, only a few months past, that he was truly grateful to have a guide. He wondered silently if Kurotsuchi had purposefully designed the new building to be such a maze or if that had been an unfortunate side effect to the ambitious size of the reform project. He had a sneaking suspicion it was the former.

He sighed to himself as he mindlessly followed the trail of smoke left behind by the cigarette held loosely between Akon’s fingers.

The war had been devastating, terrible in its cruelty. It had taken many lives and destroyed most of the Sereitei as he knew it. Yet in amongst the chaos and tragedy, he’d managed to experience a sliver of heaven.

Well, perhaps calling it heaven was a little much. After all, working with Mayuri again had it’s challenges… but it certainly had been a blessed few days. Under the time constraints and dire situation, the Captain of the 12th had pushed his old feud aside and they’d easily fallen back into their old routine as if it’d only been a day since Kisuke had been exiled.

And Mayuri had dazed him with his brilliance. As always.

He was the only soul in existence that could keep up with him, and on many occasions, it was he, Urahara, who struggled to catch up! That never happened to him! Most people’s minds were so simple that it was almost risible. But Kurotsuchi was as complex as he was difficult.

He’d felt so close to him again, working together in his private lab, developing tools against the Quincy and helping Kurosaki and his friends.

He felt ashamed to admit he had hoped the battle would last much longer. He had hoped they didn’t need to intervene.

But fate had different ideas.

And then Nemu...

Akon had filled him in on what had followed after she passed during their call.

At first, Mayuri had gone manic. For weeks he worked non-stop to rebuild the 12th, endless hours, day and night. Energised by some cursed sense of impending je ne sais quoi. A something he seemed to hope to find in amongst the wreck and rubble.

An ill-fated trepidation that had him in a constant state of overdrive. He stopped sleeping, he stopped eating. He became even more impossible to work for.

Despite surviving through hell, everyone at the division remained loyal to their captain and navigated his tempestuous moods as well as they could whilst internalising their own hardship. But the worst didn’t come until it was all finished. The day after inaugurating the new and reformed SIRD.

It felt as if Mayuri’s excitement had been in crescendo for weeks, and in the end, his bubble had burst into a huge pile of disappointing nothingness. What he had been expecting, no one knew. What was he hoping would be at the end of the rope? What did he think would happen once the hard work was done?

For as long as he could focus solely on the grind, his feelings had been nicely contained to the far corner of his mind. But once everything on the list was ticked off…

He lost it.

Badly.

He blew up, like a nuke, in the middle of the new computer room, flattening everything with his blast. He went so unhinged that Akon had to intervene, fearing he’d actually kill someone, only when Mayuri turned his attention to him he could hardly move nor speak - frozen with a cold panic he hadn’t known before. There was nothing in Mayuri’s eyes but a bitter void, his empty glare pierced through him without a glint of recognition. And Akon knew he was going to die.

It wasn’t until the edge of Ashisogi Jizo started digging into his neck that Mayuri’s features changed. A flash, a flicker, almost imperceptible if not because time had congealed for the young scientist. Mayuri had stilled his hand at the last second, leaving a tiny scar that Isane hadn’t been able to erase.

The captain had been holed up in his new quarters since, in complete isolation.

He hadn’t answered any messages. Hadn’t come out. Hadn’t ordered anything to eat or drink and hadn’t let anyone in, not even to clean or tidy up.

After two months, and many fruitless attempts, Akon couldn’t bear it anymore and called the only person he thought could reach him. Even though he knew that Mayuri would never forgive him for such betrayal.

To be fair to the young man, Urahara thought, he hadn’t technically betrayed Mayuri’s trust. He’d just called him for a friendly chat. The action was simply so alien that it triggered all of Kisuke’s alarms. When Akon extended him an invitation to visit the new institute, as homage to him for being it’s original creator, Kisuke knew with certainty something was terribly wrong with Kurotsuchi. Either that or he was stupidly walking into some twisted trap. But he didn’t think so - something in Akon’s tone had made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.

“And these are the Captain’s quarters. Obviously, they are out of bounds.” Said the young man offhandedly before taking a long drag of a cigarette that was mostly ash.

“I see!” Urahara’s voice sounded animated but his eyes were covered in shadows.

“Oh, sorry” Akon took a glance at a small electronic screen he just pulled out of his pocket. “I'm afraid I need to get this.”

“No worries, Akon-san! I’ll find my way back. It’s been nice seeing you.”

The young shinigami nodded, as Urahara tipped his hat, before walking away. Taking a last glance at the tall ex-captain, who was simply staring at the door and stroking his chin in thought, Akon turned the corner, feeling a pang of regret twist his stomach.

[recreationalfanfics]

I see you do Bleach and wanted to asked of pletonic yandere of Kempatchi, Unohana, Shunsui, and Genryusai?

Hc please

YES, THANK YOU FOR THE BLEACH ASK BUT ALSO, DAMN, YOU WANT THE READER TO BE TRAPPED TRAPPED😭 I ALSO ONLY REALLY DID KENPACHI AND UNOHANA, SORRY, I JUST COULD THINK OF ANYTHING FOR YAMAMOTO AND SHUNSUI.

Platonic Yandere! Kenpachi Zaraki:

- Okay so depending on your age, Kenpachi will be as protective of you as he is Yachiru but if you're a teen or something then he doesn't become a Yandere who wants to shield you from the world, he wants to make you stronger and make you as tough as him.

- It's because of this that maybe he's a bit harder on you then most people, he singles you out sometimes and you often end up a little bruised during his practice matches with you. He's not abusive but he's kinda like those dads that are always tough on their kids and are all: "It'll make you tougher!" when they try to talk to him about it.

- That doesn't mean he'll let any other harm you can't handle hurt you. Like, a hollow is stronger or smarter than you expected, Kenpachi is there to save you and Yachiru cutely greets you as well and he just weakens it before having you kill it, unless you're too injured to do so.

- He wants the best for you but his yandere paranoia that you'll get hurt because he didn't train you well enough is a very real fear for him so yeah, he may come off harsh but he genuinely has good intentions when it comes to it. He just goes about it the wrong way sometimes.

- If you ever catch onto his yandere tendencies or you just want to transfer to another division, he will not let you. Like, he refuses to approve your transfer and tell you that you'll only get killed in another division, Yachiru will infiltrate any other division captain's quarters to steal any secret paperwork in progress. It infuriates Kenpachi a lot because he just wants what's best for you.

Unohana Retsu:

- Like Kenpachi, Unohana does want you to be strong enough but she's more gentle in the way she trains you and she doesn't prioritize it as much. After all, you have her.

- And Isane, her trusty assistant who is also a bit of a platonic yandere for you. Like let's say you were abandoned at the gates of the Sereitei and Unohana was the first to stumble upon you. She took you in as her own and raised you as such, so Isane is like your older sister.

- You know full well about her past as well, she doesn't want to hide anything from you (aside from the amount of people she's hurt and threatened for you) and she wants you to know that despite her underlying nature, you should never be afraid of her.

- Everyone else should of course. Some other soul reapers are giving you a hard time? She appears right behind them with a gentle smile and an intimidating aura, and they're on their knees begging for your forgiveness as she smiles at you and says: "Well, do you forgive them?" and you tell her you do, because you're scared of what she'll do if you say you don't.

- You will never catch onto Unohana's yandere tendencies, yes she may scare people around you but its only because she cares and she's simply protective, this is what she has raised you to believe. You're blissfully ignorant of her behaviors and she'd prefer to keep it that way♡

[chershare]

Cher, you're so lovely. 💕

For the prompts: Shunsui/Starrk, the depths of winter?

Who needs snippets when apparently you can just write a whole goddamn oneshot?

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Spiritual energy had a lot of uses, and while the vast majority had become weaponized spells, there were more mundane uses as well.

Like not freezing in winter. He'd always held a particular sympathy for the souls who didn't have the protection of reiatsu in winter, even if they didn't suffer hunger.

An unfortunate form of equality, perhaps.

Shunsui had many reasons not to particularly like the season, and most of them revolved around Jushiro and his fragile health. Even with his best friend no longer around to have his weak body ailed further, Shunsui's first reaction was always a moment of resigned dislike. A flicker of worry that the cold and wet would exacerbate a problem that had no good answer.

Winter was tolerated, but not anything special. A season was a season, and he didn't dislike it enough to have a word with Captain Hitsugaya about it.

This wasn't so for Starrk, who had slipped out of the warmth of Shunsui's little house to stand in the yard. At this point, it looked like he'd been outside for some time, and while Shunsui had been absently tracking his reiatsu, it wasn't as if he'd really been following what the former Espada was doing. After all, it had been just over half a year since the man had taken up residence with him, cajoled bullied out of Hueco Mundo and into Shunsui's comfortable guest room.

Although the Hollow rarely actually used it, preferring to flop onto the cushions in the main room, letting Shunsui's subordinates step over and around him. He said he liked the noise, the business of it, even when someone would get fed up with him taking up floor space and kick him out.

He was a lonely thing, even with all the rest of them around. Even with Shunsui beside him.

Of course, he wasn't alone in being lonely.

Shunsui hadn't latched onto Starrk for nothing, after all.

Because as he looked out at the snow, at Starrk standing in the snow, he ached for the routine of going to visit Jushiro. Of bringing hot foods and snacks, of their seconds preparing hotpot and bundling up under the kotatsu for a game or two of whatever struck their fancy.

His first thought wasn't the amount of snow piled on Starrk's head and shoulders telling in how the Hollow hadn't moved in quite some time. It wasn't about the way he looked unreal and a bit silly with his feet half buried in new snowfall, dark hair coated in crystals of ice. A statue that didn't need to breathe if he didn't want to, completely and totally still, simply observing the world around him in a way that unnerved most.

Starrk wouldn't begrudge him his thoughts turning first to Jushiro, of course, but Shunsui himself felt a bemused guilt over his inattention.

With a sigh, he bracingly pulled his heavier winter yukata around himself - it was thankfully one of his rare days off, no Nanao to bug him about work - and then slipped on the sandals he kept by the exterior door, and hopped down into the snow.

Since it was his day off, he'd rather wanted to stay cozy inside, potentially waking to Starrk staring at him from where he sometimes flopped down next to Shunsui's futon like the large canine he took after.

Shunsui was, for all his youthful vigor and handsome face, old as shit. He was a deadly combatant and capable strategist. He'd killed more and fought more battles than just about everyone still around in Sereitei. He could walk on air as easily as the ground, and catch a mote of reishi without effort.

But of course, Shunsui was also human.

So, he slipped on the slick stones beneath the snow.

Oh, he nearly instantly corrected himself, vaguely exasperated with needing to at all, but he still had almost fallen in the yard.

At least only Starrk would have seen.

Starrk, who was suddenly at his side, the snow that had coated him - and the ground at their feet - puffing up into the air at the force of his swift movement.

It spun in a little whirlwind, drawing more chill air in around them, seeping into Shunsui's cold bones and he couldn't suppress a shiver. Sure, the cold wouldn't hurt him, but it still wasn't exactly pleasant.

Starrk's hand lifted and wrapped around Shunsui's wrist, a point of frankly icicle level touch.

"Oi, oi, oi," he shivered harder, but didn't pull out of the icy grip. "You're way too cold for being handsy, Starrk."

Gray eyes looked into his own, snowflake catching momentarily on Starrk's lashes before Shunsui could tangibly feel the grip on his wrist heating up as Starrk cycled his reiatsu. Apparently, rubbing it against his hard hierro would cause friction which gave his body exterior heat, when otherwise he didn't care about surface temperature regulation. The man was normally sitting at room temperature, his environment choosing the heat or cold of his hierro.

The flakes on his lashes melted, and glimmered in the morning light before sliding off the ends to drip away on a slow blink. He looked nice, his hair a bit more in disarray than usual from the snow and melt, wearing one of the yukata that Nanao and the women's association had dragged the Hollow out to get.

It was not a winter yukata. The shit.

The grip on his wrist shifted idly down to Shunsui's hand, their palms fitting together in a comfortable but still somewhat new motion. It was a pleasantly warm hand now, the hierro adapting as Starrk wished with barely a thought.

A tingle of affection, a different kind of ache in his breast, had Shunsui quirking up a smile despite the chill.

He squeezed Starrk's hand gently.

"Come inside and have something to eat. You haven't even tried out the kotatsu yet, and for a lazy hedonist that's a must in the winter."

"If you say so," was Starrk's reply, shrugging but letting himself be pulled along. "But you also said that about making our during the fireworks at festivals, and -"

"I cannot control what my Shinigami accidentally set on fire with experimental products," he interrupted huffing at the familiar jab. "Akon-kun was much too excited by Urahara-kun's visit, truly."

"Mm."

He shot a look at the former Espada, and received a softening at the corners of lips and eyes that could almost be the beginning of a smile. That little prick of affection twitched once again, and Shunsui gave a mental sigh as he told Starrk to wait for him for a moment.

A couple of absent shunpo had him rattling around his house for sake and snacks, and then back to the room.

Starrk had left the doors open to the outside and was watching the way the snow fell again, his sandals kicked off messily next to where Shunsui had left his own.

At least this time he was standing inside, Shunsui wasn't going to nag anymore than that. It wasn't as if either of them was going to catch a cold, both of them more resilient than they'd perhaps prefer.

As it was, Shunsui set up the kotatsu, seating himself on a cushion and placing out the crackers and fruit with no particular finesse or thought to the plating the way that Nanao or Jushiro might have.

The edges of a blanket flopped over his shoulders as Starrk sat on his own cushion pulled up right next to Shunsui improperly, but he honestly found the little obscure idiosyncrasies rather charming.

Starrk was a line of heat at his side.

He leaned into it, that heat, that Hollow reiatsu which had been anathema to him for so much of his life, and let himself think about how much he appreciated Starrk's company. His willingness to be gently bullied into Shunsui's house, into the empty spaces, to share his own empty ache and soothe and be soothed in turn.

"Hot sake?"

"Sure," slowly, he felt Starrk soften into his side, like he was defrosting even after heating himself and returning inside. Even though the cold hadn't affected him. "It's part of the experience, isn't it?"

Shunsui huffed a laugh, his own tendency to use that turn of phrase to convince Starrk to do something gently lobbed back at him.

With the ease of long practice he traced his fingers around the bottom of the bottle, his reiatsu heating the sake gently in a manner as a youth he'd bungled more times than he could count.

So many porcelain splinters.

He poured for them both, and enjoyed the faint zing of hands brushing once more as Starrk took the cup from him in a mannerless but elegant motion. They raised glasses to one another before sipping, and Shunsui sighed appreciatively. It was a good heat that bled from his tongue down his throat, soothing that phantom ache in his chest.

"Good?"

"Mm. I like it."

Shunsui smiled, watching Starrk watch the snow.

When the sake ran out, Starrk pushed the kotatsu to the side despite Shunsui's protests over his precious heat, and then laid his head in Shunsui's lap.

Ah.

Well, this seemed a fair trade off.

The kotatsu wasn't that far away, so he somehow found himself reaching over and peeling fruit and feeding the lazy bastard in his lap, who had obligingly left himself warmer for Shunsui's benefit.

Together, they watched the snow.

Shunsui had never particularly liked winter, for all the cozy traditions it held. But this was... Nice. Even without the comfort of his best friend at his side, the absence more destabilizing than losing an eye, he still didn't hate winter.

When he stopped peeling fruit to share, he found his hands sliding into Starrk's mop of hair, curling his fingers through it, scratching his nails over the other man's scalp. Starrk sighed appreciatively, relaxing further into Shunsui's lap, tilting his head into his hands.

Starrk's eyes stayed on the snow.

Shunsui had some idea of what he was seeing in his hazy mind's eye.

Lilynette had been a loud, rambunctious child with a personality twice as large as she was. All the energy that Starrk didn't have, she'd had in surplus, and for all that he was aware, this winter was Starrk's first time seeing snow, which meant -

"She'd have loved this," Starrk spoke quietly, mouth half turned into Shunsui's thigh, as if to smother his own words.

"Yeah," was all he could say. "I bet."

His hands continued playing with Starrk's hair, heart aching in various ways, even as his body remained warm, the weight in his lap a comfort.

"Jushiro loved the snow," he said after a few more quiet moments, the world hushed by the continued snowfall. "Even if it wasn't good for him to go out in the cold, he frequently slipped his minders to play with the younger recruits in snowball fights or building snow houses. I'd have to drag him inside even when he was clearly already relapsing, coughing and feverish."

"Hmm. Maybe they're keeping each other company."

Ah, what an unusually optimistic outlook.

Shunsui liked it.

They could use a little optimism.

"I'm sure he's driven her crazy by now."

"It wouldn't take much, honestly. She had a short temper."

"I recall."

The conversation drifts off naturally, but both of them continue to watch the snow fall, but now Shunsui can almost see an angry child Hollow stomping her foot and pointing at Jushiro. Arguing about a snowman perhaps, or denying being a child as Shunsui's best friend plied her with candy.

They would be all bundled up, the both of them, because of course they would be, and perhaps Shunsui and Starrk would be in this same position. Watching Lilynette chase Jushiro around a snow fort, or catching flakes on their tongues, hands wrapped in mittens and scarves half coated in snow from distractedly being dragged through the snow.

They would be laughing. Happy. Eyes sparkling with it, color in their cheeks and energy in their limbs.

Yes, Shunsui could almost see it.

And he had no doubt that Starrk could as well, those sharp eyes glancing up at him in a speaking look before sliding back towards the snow. Shunsui snuck one hand out of the former Espada's hair and found it caught by Starrk's, the man's arm crossing his own chest, fingers entangled against Starrk's shoulder.

Their grips were matched in strength, warmth seemingly a bubble around them, even as little snowflakes were blown in to land on the hardwood. They melted slowly, leaving little spots of water on the floor, on the boundary of the tatami.

He didn't hate winter. But it did make him sad, he supposed.

Good thing that he wasn't alone then, wasn't it?

With a hum, he shifted and bent - ignoring the pinch in his back as he did so - and pressed a gentle kiss to Starrk's temple. His answer was Starrk shifting to lay his lips to the inside of Shunsui's wrist, gentle against his fluttering pulse.

So they sat, entangled, and watched the snow fall, blanketing Shunsui's yard in glimmering white. Each flake carrying soft hurts but allowing also, a most gentle warmth.

The snow continued to fall, and they continued to watch.

Dreaming.

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[rayshippouuchiha]

Hey, I was wondering if you or one of your follower could help me find a fic? It's an UraIchi one and if i remember right Aizen did some shit when Ichigo was still a kid and fused the human world, hueco mundo and sereitei or something along those lines. Either way hollows are everywhere and everyone is dying.

Ichigo also separated himself from his mother and sisters because he realized that he was what was attracting hollows to them.

Because of that he stayed some years just wondering alone until Urahara found him and brought him back. Ichigo Is not really social in this one specifically because of the years isolated and the only one he really gets along and is confortable around is Kisuke.

If anyone knows the fic y'all are a God send.

Lovelies???

[moontrope]

"does ichigo know yer off yer leash ??" hirako regards him blankly, lips stretched in a thin line, pinky finger itching at the shell of his ear. of all the unpredictable aspects to ichigo's abilities, this is by far the strangest to come. and perhaps the most dangerous given that having him loiter about sereitei would undoubtedly cause some issues. "good thing i happened upon ya and not one'a those old geezers or worse yet, the twelfth. they'd have a lot of fun with ya."

@killerinstincts / call.

[epraim1992]

Ise Clan

I thought Shinken Hakkyōken was a cool reveal and I wished we got more backstory to it and I'm hoping we might get some in the anime and/or hell arc.

I always thought it was a failsafe in case the Soul King broke free. When the seals on him were removed his powers did attack the Sereitei and the Shinigami.

My guess is that it was specifically designed by Oetsu to combat the Soul King. Oetsu's bodyguards are examples of zanpakuto with built in powers.

It was revealed that the Ise Clan suffers from a curse that kills all men that marry into the family and also that they only birth daughters.

Nanao's mother speculated that it was Shinken Hakkyōken's doing.

It made me think about the incorrect relationships between Shinigami and zanpakuto that could develop which were mentioned by Oetsu.

I also thought of Oetsu having a harem of female zanpakuto spirits to serve him. I think maybe Shinken Hakkyōken has a similar mindset as his creator and sees the Ise Clan as his wives and him as their true husband.

Oetsu regulates male zanpakuto to working behind the scenes. But I think Shinken Hakkyōken is more extreme so kills off their husbands and ensures they only have daughters.

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 12 - Fucking Machine/Sex Toys: Akon x Female Reader

Summary: A busted senkaimon gate has seen an influx of curious humans entering Sereitei, and unfortunately, Squad 12 can't close it remotely. Akon decides to inspect the gate and fix it for himself, but finds that the humans have other ideas on what is on the "other side" of the mysterious gate.

TW: MDNI! Use of bakudo as sex toys, actual use of sex toys, oral sex (both m and f receiving). Reader believes in aliens.

Word count: 1915

Read on AO3 here.

“Lieutenant Akon, there are peculiar readings coming from the eastern side of Karakura Town.” Hiyosu reported. Akon, who was busy with the readings from another region, looked at Hiyosu and narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean by, ‘peculiar’?” He asked Hiyosu. Nothing the Twelfth Division did was particularly “normal,” so for it to be flagged as “peculiar” by Hiyosu, must have been something truly strange.

“There have been humans wandering around the senkaimon gate there.” Hiyosu scratched his head, his bulging eyes reading the results properly. “I’m not sure they know what it is though, but I can’t close the gate remotely from the lab.”

Akon sighed and rubbed his temple. If Hiyosu couldn’t close the gate from the lab, there was a bigger problem worth investigating, and the last thing Soul Society needed were curious humans roaming about, again.

“I’ll deal with it then.” Akon said, patting Hiyosu on the back, “if Captain Mayuri needs me, just send me a message.” He grumbled. As he walked out of the Squad 12 barracks, Akon flash stepped towards the malfunctioning gate in Sereitei.

Out of habit, Akon pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling as he inspected the malfunctioning gate. His cigarette hung from his mouth as he reached out and tore parts of the gate apart, yet the gate did not disappear.

“Whoa!” A head appeared through the gate, Akon froze and stared at you, his cigarette falling to the ground. “Aliens do exist!”

“Alien?” Akon sighed, “do I look like an alien?” Akon glared, staring at the head coming through the gate.

“You speak Japanese?!?” You exclaimed, as more of your body came through the gate.

Akon closed his eyes, his headache coming back in full force. He pinched his nose and stomped on his cigarette.

“I didn’t know aliens smoked?” You gasped, seeing the stub and smelling the faint smoke from him. “Did you pick that up from your visit to Earth?” You asked, your eyes roaming over the being in front of you.

The being looked… human, more or less, with black hair, sharp eyes, no eyebrows though, instead three protruding horns from their forehead. They seemed a bit pale, but very human-like.

“I’m not—wait you can see me?” Akon asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

“I’m not supposed to see you?” You gasped, covering your mouth in shock. “There were rumours that the abandoned inn became a UFO hotspot.” You spoke.

Akon, ever the scientist, was curious about the rumours, “care to tell me more about these rumours?” He asked, politely.

“Oh sure! Some friends of mine saw a weird looking alien, kind of round, green skin and kind of waddled around.”

Hiyosu…

“Is that so?” Akon asked, “anything else?”

“No… that’s it.” You mumbled, completely out of the gate now. You took a look around your surroundings and noticed that it was an abandoned home. “Am I in your spaceship? I wanted to see an alien for myself.”

Akon’s lips twitched, trying not to laugh. “Yes, this is my spaceship.”

“No way!” You exclaimed, taking a better look, “but it’s so dusty though? Or are you forcing me to see this.” You glared and pouted at Akon. Much to his dismay, he thought you looked cute.

“I don’t think the human mind can comprehend my race’s superior technology.” Akon said, sarcastically.

You walked around the abandoned home, and quickly sprinted to the door, to which you found locked.

“If you opened that, you’d fall into space and die.” Akon said with a deadpan expression, “we don’t want that, do we?”

You yelped and jumped away from the door, “nope, definitely don’t want that!”

Akon pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, thinking about what to do and how Hiyosu was going to get an earful later. He heard you rambling about something but didn’t pay attention.

“Hey – um, are you listening…?”

“You can call me Akon.” He replied dryly, exhaling the smoke away from you. Akon looked at you again, narrowing his eyes as you suddenly appeared shy for some reason.

“Oh, ok!” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, “Well Akon, I asked if you were going to probe me.”

Probing?

Oh right, living beings think aliens probe humans. Akon thought to himself.

Akon let out another drag from his cigarette and thought about his options.

A distraction might be nice.

“Do you want to be probed?” He asked, taking another puff.

“You’re asking me?!” You exclaimed, your eyes wide at the question.

“If you don’t, then it’s fine. Someone else will come by and we can probe them instead.” Akon said in a matter-of-fact tone. “We still don’t know how far that rumour of yours spread.” Akon chuckled, looking at you.

You swallowed nervously, but looked at him directly, “go ahead.” As you extended your arms out together, as if he would shackle you immediately.

Akon laughed, “put your hands away and relax.” He said, and with a snap of his fingers, you were pushed into some sort of chair, but your legs were spread wide open. “What were you hoping for when you asked me to probe you?” Akon asked, as he stood between your legs.

“I…” you stuttered, unsure of how to answer.

“Something violent? Like taking out your organs.” You yelped and tried to close your legs, but something was keeping them apart, something you couldn’t see.

“Or something that’ll make you feel good?”

Panic crept in your voice, “feel good! Definitely that one, yes!” You shrieked, nodding your head.

Akon laughed, “good. I wasn’t expecting you to say violence.” He gave you a gentle smile, putting you slightly at ease.

“What are you going to do to me then… Akon?”

Akon didn’t answer immediately. He wondered if it was worth explaining any of this, but you seemed curious, and he wasn’t one to deny someone seeking to know more.

“I have some devices that haven’t been tested yet. You’ll be my tester.” Akon gave you a reassuring smile as he pat the top of your head. “But first, you need to be prepped for it.”

“Prepped? I can’t get out of here though.” You whined, you could lift your arms or your legs, invisible shackles holding them down to the chair. It almost felt like… magic?

“Don’t worry about that.” Akon calmly said, “I’ll help you with  that.” And with a snap of his fingers, your clothes were gone, as you sat naked in front of the mysterious being.

Cold air hit your body and you shuddered at the sensation, until you felt something warm and… wet licking your stomach and traveling its way up to your breasts. You couldn’t see what it was, but there was a faint, almost golden glow.

And it felt amazing. You arched your back and moaned loudly as the sensations continued at your breasts, but another one was added to your pussy. Akon stood there, smoking as he watched you writhed in the chair, mentally noting a new use for the modified bakudo spell he cast.

You saw Akon pull something out of his pocket, it looked so small, almost like a beeper, with an assortment of buttons of different colours on it. He pressed one and a poof of smoke appeared.

You gulped at what was in his hand, it was a very thick, large dildo.

“That won’t fit inside me!” You shrieked, then moaned as the bakudo binding swiped your folds again, while a segment slipped inside your dripping hole, slightly filling you.

Akon gave you a smirk, “it’ll fit” watching you gulp, as he positioned the bulbous head near your wet hole. “Your pussy looks greedy for it.”

He gently pushed the toy inside you, letting you adjust to its girth. Akon began to pump it slowly from you, as he watched you groan from the feeling of it. Then he stepped away, the dildo securely inside you. He pushed another button and you let out another loud moan as the toy began to pump itself, whirring away as the bakudo continued to lick at your clit and play with your nipples.

You licked your lips and moaned, never having felt such pleasure before. You didn’t realize the seat unfurled itself until you felt a hand in your hair. Akon stood above you, with a very prominent erection poking through his clothes.

“Another test for you.” Akon chuckled, his cock inches away from your lips. You licked your lips again and let Akon push his shaft inside your mouth, as you moaned around him. Akon set the pace as he held on to your head and fucked your mouth. You were too lost in pleasure to care as the squelches of your pussy and the toy echoed loudly in the room.

Akon’s pace was steady, but gentle. He would gently pet your hair, murmuring how good your mouth was. You pulled your mouth away and screamed as the toy continued pushing itself out of you as you squirted on the chair. Akon watched in amusement and began to fist his erection, before spraying your face with his cum.

“I think that’s enough tests.” He said calmly, as he put himself away. Akon pushed a pill into your mouth, forcing you to swallow, as he casted a kido spell to clean you up. You were trying to catch your breath in the chair and didn’t even notice your clothes were back on your body. You also, surprisingly after what you had gone through, didn’t feel weak.

But before you knew it, you were near the bizarre hole that led you to Akon in the first place.

“Did you enjoy being probed?” Akon laughed, his arms crossed in front of him.

You huffed and were silent, but let out a quiet “yes.”

“Well then, my job is done.” Akon gave you a smile, and another pat on your head. He held some bizarre toy in front of him, with a toy duck head on the top of it. “You’re not going to remember any of this, sorry about that.” Akon apologized, a wry smile on his face as he pushed the duck head down. A bright flash erupted and you found yourself in the abandoned inn.

“What the hell?!” You yell. You pulled out your phone and the time didn’t change from once you entered the inn to now. You remembered seeing a stray dog run into the inn, and wanted to find it and bring it to safety, but there was no dog around!

“How strange” you murmured, leaving the inn. You called a taxi to get home, looking at the inn with confusion.

“Are you alright ma’am? Strange place to pick you up at.” The driver said through the rear view mirror.

“Oh, I’m alright. I thought I saw a dog run in there and wanted to find it. But I didn’t find it at all.”

“Well I heard the inn is an alien hotspot now.”

“Alien hotspot? You believe in aliens?” You scoffed. “I just saw a dog and went after it. I thought it was hurt or something.”

“I see…” the taxi driver said, as he drove you home in silence.

As you entered your home, you felt something strange in your pocket, a mahjong tile? Where did you get this?

But you had enough strangeness for one day, and decided to sleep, making note to visit the local mahjong parlour for questions.

I always hc'd that Akon has created a sex toy or two haha, he seems like the kind of guy to want to have his partner test it out for him!

The title comes from the Dandadan OST "Paranormal Funk" by Kensuke Ushio, and Dandadan was a loose inspiration for this chapter as well!

Thanks for reading! :) Next up will be Uryuu.

[evilcokito]

2nd Lieutenant of Squad 3 " #your cute Lieutenant<3 #fight in the Sereitei #following the captain's orders "

♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

It's like in the manga that speaks 3 sentences throws the Unique Magic at Yuu.

Well, here is the Bankai so run.

♦️ Curiosities:

He is not a really demanding lieutenant, however he follows Riddle's orders in line.

He prefers to be given missions in the Human World.

After a certain mission in the HW, Cater became interested in it. And because of this it teaches other shinigames to adapt.

He uses his Gigai A LOT!

Cater has social networks in the HW.

He hates the flip cell phone (old shinigami model) and demands a Touch one.

He suggested to the research team and Squad 12 the creation of a Shinigami Social Network. Progress: It is quite bad and no one knows how to use it correctly. The shinigamis gives a lot of Cringe there.

Cater is training his Bankai, he still doesn't know it completely.

He likes to finish his work and obligations quickly.

He talks a lot on the flip phone and sends A LOT of messages.

♦️ Zanpakuto: " Shining Immortal Jewel "

♦️ Shikai Activation Phrase: " Split Card "

[ Allows him to multiply the hits of an attack depending on the number of steps he takes ]

♦️ Bankai: " Shining Immortal Jewel : Shatter in thousand parts ".

[ It has stages, After the Bankai activation:

1- With the next blow of the opponent his Zanpakuto breaks, dividing into MORE swords that fall to the ground. He can take and attack with any of them.

2- As long as there is a "Zampakuto Fragment" he can multiply HIM. Cater dont usually advance from this stage.

3- He can "Multiply" the enemy. This leaves his opponent confused: those copies are under Cater's command, but They remain fully conscious. No further stages are known. Cater is exhausted at this stage.

4- No other stages are known BUT- ]

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Ceru if you see this... this is going to give you some clues...for the future... THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK, LOWER THE GUN 🔫🔫🔫. If you want to change or add something, feel totally free! You know Cater much better.