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DATE AT THE MUSEUM

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x afab, gn reader

My entry for the Summer Baecation is finally ready!

Thank you for hosting the event @princesa-querida

Read on Ao3 here

Sorry it took me a little longer, I got confused and initially sent them to the National History Museum before I realised it was the Natural History Museum instead! I had to readjust the plot somehow, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Shameful repost of my old art 🫣

NSFW 🔞 No minors below the cut

TW: Smut with some plot, piv, fingering, anal and oral. Rough/slightly painful sex. Semi-public sex. Derogatory language. Gigai sex.

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You meander along the galleries sighing to yourself. Despite the beautiful collection of fossilised bones, fantastic recreations of prehistoric animals, wonderful exhibits on Darwinian evolution, you still can't help but feel a little -a lot- underwhelmed.

When you proposed going to the Museum of Natural History in the living world to Kurotsuchi and he agreed, you were beside yourself with glee. And the excitement only grew when he arrived dressed so fucking smartly in his gigai. A tailored suit that fits him like a glove, shinny shoes that click-clack with his steps, a fashionable purple scarf tucked nicely into his waistcoat and his mohawk neatly combed back, a very welcome departure from his lopsided hat.

And the best part... no white and black paint, a tad of dark mascara, deepening his stare, all that's covering his handsome features today.

You're not bad either, if you can say so yourself. You elected a silky, black and red kimono that makes you feel powerful, so confident you could take on the world. And you could swear that his eyes have strayed towards your rear a good few times, even though he hasn’t complimented you on how good you look yet...

But that's just not his style.

Mayuri has some issues around intimacy, he's not the most vocal partner, he shows his appreciation in more... unorthodox ways. Although at the moment, you don't feel it much.

You assumed the man was eager to spend time with you under the guise of researching what knowledge humans had of natural law and extinct species.

But of course, you were wrong.

No, all the captain has done since you arrived to London is huff and puff. He has found fault with everything! Ranting about the traffic, about the crowded streets, about the fare of the tickets (money he could have put towards funding yet another one of his projects)... And once inside the museum, he has spent three long, fucking hours going from exhibit to exhibit reciting all the factual inaccuracies on the labels and plaques, criticising the reconstructions as much too speculative, belittling discoveries for being too inconsequential and becoming increasingly irritated at how loosely the term scientific is used.

By the time you reach the Pleistocene you're exhausted, your feet hurt, and your head is pounding.

You thought you could never get tired of listening to Mayuri's masterclasess but he's proven you, oh, so wrong! You are going to lose your mind if he doesn't shut up soon!

And yes, a lot of what he's ranting about is actually really interesting, and yes, you do love just how incredibly intelligent he is and how much knowledge he has, stored in that wondrous brain of his, and yes, you want to hear more, but also... this was supposed to be a date! A date! And so far, absolutely nothing date worthy has happened. You're pretty sure he wouldn't even notice if you just left, he's straight up info-dumping at the walls, you haven't said a word for hours.

You pinch the bridge of your nose when he starts yet another dissertation about the many reasons that led to the downfall of smilodons and curse yourself for trying to have a romantic day, the man wouldn't know romance if it stabbed him in the eye.

He disappears into a smaller room where animal mummies are preserved, and virtually dissects a few with the interactive screens, muttering to himself the whole time "Nothing like the real thing. You can't test any tissues like this, where is the blood? Where is the fun?"

Rolling your eyes, you saunter away into the gift shop, just a few metres away, and browse their wares if only to get some peace and quiet until he gets bored.

"Did you get lost?" He suddenly whispers near your ear, startling you.

"Shit! Erm... no, I was just looking for a present for Akon." You lie, quick on your feet.

"I talked to myself for fifteen minutes, you could have notified me you'd be absent."

"Well, if you gave a single shit about me, you may have noticed yourself." You quip back, unable to bite back your resentment.

"Excuse me?" He clasps your arm and forces you to face him. "I came here to please you! Because you wanted company while visiting this pathetic excuse for a museum. Would I do that if I didn't care about you?"

You shrug, not wanting to argue any further, but clearly, he does.

"You are such an ungrateful brat." He clicks his tongue with annoyance. "I can't believe I wasted my entire morning here when I could have been making progress in the lab!"

"Fine! If you think this is such a waste of time, then let's leave!" You twist your arm free and grab a random souvenir from one of the stands, joining the queue to pay if only to get away from him.

"What are you doing?" He asks impatiently, standing behind you.

"I'm buying a gift!"

"What even is it?"

"It's a..." You tilt the oddly shaped thing in your hand to make sense of it. "I's a golden pharaoh mask."

"Akon likes that?"

"Loves it." You turn your back to him.

"Wait a second, are you upset with me?"

"No." You huff.

"Yes, you are. I can tell by the crease between your eyebrows and the snarky tone, and I do not appreciate it!"

"Wow, you're right! Congratulations, you're so smart." You scorn sarcastically. You are toeing a dangerous line but you're too angry to care right now.

"Mind your tongue or I'll replace it with something more useful!" He hisses, glaring angrily at you.

"You get plenty of use from it."

"What has gotten into you? I take the day off to come here with you, I have to put up with this atrocious place, I fill the awkward silence with interesting data to make this dreadful experience less dull... and this is how you thank me?"

"Shut up, Kurotsuchi! Shut up!" You spin around to face him, red in the face and ready to punch him if he says another word. The humans around you scurry away, not wanting to get caught in a lover's quarrel. "I'm not thanking you for ruining our date!"

"Date? Is that what this is?"

"Yes! You are the most self-centered man I've ever met, you made me feel like I was invisible! Not only did you not know we were on a date, you didn't even realise I had left your side for fifteen whole minutes! If the day was a waste of time, it was because of you!"

Mayuri stares at you in stunned silence, his unblinking golden eyes rapidly scanning your face. "May I remind you of whom you're addressing?" He asks in a raspy low voice, sounding somehow even more terrifying. "Just because we stand outwith the bounds of the 12th doesn't mean I stop being your captain."

"Oh, yeah? So, you're my captain, not my partner? Great, take me back to the 12th then. Punish me, skin me alive, turn me into some grotesque weapon. Whatever the fuck you do to insubordinated underlings so you can feel superior again."

"You insolent..." he trails off into a snarl.

You can tell he's seething, his poisonous reiatsu shimmering around him, and the rational side of your brain begins to feel just a little scared that you might have poked the beast a tad too much.

After all, this is Kurotsuchi Mayuri we are talking about. One of the most feared Captains of the Gotei 13, a shinigami of unchecked power, unimaginable abilities... and depraved disposition. Mad, immoral, merciless. Murderer of thousands, a man considered dangerous enough to be sentenced to an isolated existence in the depths of the Soul Society... a scientist that gets off, very much literally, on the agonising screams of his research subjects... and here you are, pretending to play house with him?

He aims a hand behind his back and sends a blast of kido across the shop, snapping the legs of one of the shelves whose contents topple to the ground, causing a commotion. Using the distraction to his advantage he drags you to a corner and releases 4 robotic-looking spiders that crawl around the floor and up the walls to recreate the wall a few metres forward.

You have seen similar technology before, when he uses Nisehada and melds with the colour and texture of the environment. Only in this case, he's created a pocket of space where you cannot be seen.

He wrenches you by your top and throws you, face down over an empty table. You don't have time to react before he's got both your arms pinned behind your back, wrists secured in his grisp.

"Punish you, you say?" He coos from behind in a saccharine tone. "And why would I wait to be back to do that? You wanted to go out, didn't you? Be around people... well, your wish is my command." Deft fingers undo your obi and let it drop to the floor.

You struggle against his restraint but it's useless. He might be a small man, but he's tremendously strong.

"Captain, please... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice."

"Oh? Begging already? Don't be in such a rush, save it for when you really mean it."

His cold hand slips under the hem of your kimono, nails lightly raking the inside of your shaky thighs, raising goosebumps all over you, as he uplifts the fabric to expose your little secret. "What a filthy, filthy thing you are, coming here without undergarments..." He sucks in a breath through his teeth and pinches the flesh of your perfect behind. "This a much nicer display... one of wanton, whorish behaviour that is." He slaps your ass, making you grunt in pain, and chuckles to himself. "Are you really this starved for attention? Is this what you have been craving all day? Let's see." His slender digits run along your curves to find the heat between your legs, delving between your wet folds in an almost loving caress and you can't help but press yourself against them.

"My, my... but look at how wet you are already... what a dirty little slut you are." He roughly plunges two fingers inside you and curls them hitting that perfect spot that never fails to make you moan. "Yes... why not? be just a little louder, pet. Wouldn't you love it for all these humans to hear you?"

"Wait, that can happen?" You squeal, suddenly worried.

His cruel laugher echoes against his perfectly white teeth. "Of course! Create enough of a disturbance and even these morons will figure out something's up. Or... I could just turn off my devices and make you visible to them..." he massages your walls releasing embarrassing squelchy noises that get louder as he picks up the rhythm. "You would love that, wouldn't you? To be spread out in the middle of this museum, fucked stupid, everyone watching your gaping hole twitch and drip while you scream the place down like a deranged bitch in heat..." he's fucking you fast and ruthless now, making your head spin. "Come on, say it. Say that's what you want."

"Uh..." You can't think up any witty comebacks, all you want is for his thumb to rub against your swollen clit so you can cum. But that's not going to happen... not yet.

He removes his drenched fingers and smacks your ass cheek, harder this time, revelling in the red mark left behind.

As you try to catch your breath, you feel something bigger prod at your entrance. His thick cock splits you open, inch by inch forcing its way in until he's balls deep. Leaning over you to keep you in place under his body weight, he begins to move at a leisurely pace.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the sensations overwhelming you, pleasure coursing through you with every thrust.

"Is this what you had in mind?" His voice rings crisp and clear, unaffected by the exertion. "You wished to create an opportunity for romance, yes? Is this loving enough for you?" He chuckles to himself, watching you fall apart on his cock, unable to string two words together.

He suddenly pulls out and lets go of your sore wrists.

"On your knees. Disrobe entirely first." He commands, and licking your lips you obey.

The small break gives you a chance to look around and for a second you think he's made true of his promise and bared your to the world. The shield he's created is almost invisible, you have to look hard to see the slight shimmer that gives it away, like a ripple across the surface of liquid glass.

But clearly the humans on the other side are completely blind to it and the two spiritual entities having shamless sex right in front of them. Yet, despite knowing they can't see you, being competently in the nude in the middle of a busy shop with people walking inches by you is a little unnerving. Especially when Mayuri is still fully dressed, having simply pushed his trousers low enough to free his cock, hard and glistening, golden rings embellishing the underside like a ladder to Nirvana, a bead of precum gathered at the tip.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up and automatically you open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out for him, arms behind your back, just the way he likes it.

Grinning, well pleased, he glides the flushed head along your tongue back and forth, to then drive it all the way to the depths of your throat. You hold still and gag as quietly as you can, eyes trained on his - he adores seeing tears pool in yours, and you love watching his darken with desire.

A hand loosely tangled in your hair, he lets you have control of the blowjob for a little while. You give him the show of his life, hollowing your cheeks, sucking and slurping, swallowing around him and bobbing vigorously on his length, drool trickling down your chin. His cock gets impossibly harder, his balls tight to his body, and now it's his turn to become a sighing, breathless mess. You focus on the most sensitive spots, flicking your tongue over his frenulum and giving him just the slightest hint of teeth, just enough to push him over the edge...

"I should just... finish in your greedy mouth... ah, hmm..." he pants, losing his rhythm a little. "Make you swallow it all... hmm... lick me clean." You ready yourself to receive his load but instead he tugs painfully on your hair, pulling out of your mouth. "No, I'm not done with you yet." He growls.

He rests on the edge of the desk and brings you close to his lap, your back to his chest, before lining up the tip of his cock with your tight ass.

You're not even remotely ready for such intrusion. In a panic you look behind to meet his eye "M-Mayuri, I'm- I'm not ready."

"You'll do as you're told. Sit on me."

There's no room for negotiations, when Captain Kurotsuchi issues an order you follow it or meet a fate much worse than death.

Slowly you sink onto him, the head breaching you open and making you hiss in pain. But you don't stop, not until he's fully sheathed inside you, not until you're flush with his body, your legs spread out, draped over his.

The searing discomfort grows worse when he begins to move, humping you more than thrusting, and it really doesn't get better for a while. Not that he cares, his desire clouds whatever sympathy he may have for you in normal circumstances, all he can think of is using you to get off, abusing every tight passage your body has to offer. You breathe deeply in and out and try to relax as he fucks you from behind. He's becoming sloppier, greedier, needy hands roaming across your skin, pinching and squeezing, holding you against him with a possessive desperation.

"You're dripping wet." He rasps by your ear, emphasising the T like it's a dirty sound. "I can feel your arousal trickling down my shaft."

You moan when his fingers return to your clit and reflexively spread your legs further apart.

"Do you enjoy this?" He chuckles maliciously, nibbling on your neck. "You'd love it if everyone here could see you being used like this, wouldn't you? Perhaps I should undo the barrier..."

"N-no!" You manage to squeal. "Mayuri, don't, ahhh..."

He snaps his hips forward to shut you up. "Are you sure? You said so yourself, you feel invisible... I could fix that, get you the attention you so desperately need..."

You worry your lip, unsure what to reply. Say the wrong thing and he is sure to go ahead with his threat. It's mortifying enough that Hiyosu will surely know what shenanigans your gigai has been subjected to, but having an entire group of people lay eyes on you while you're spread wide open and fully exposed, being fucked in the ass while Kurotsuchi is still composed and in control?

Thank you, but no, thank you!

"I don't want anyone's attention- hmmm.... but yours!"

He laughs at your whimpering response. "You have it now... better make it worth my while."

"Yes, sir." A yellow flash catches your attention, the mask rattles on the table next to you giving you the most random idea. Feeling reckless you set it on his head and damn, it suits him. Sapphires and gold contrasting beautifully with his tan skin and complementing the vibrant blue of his mohawk and the deep amber of his eyes. "You look like a god." You mutter, almost hoping he won't hear you.

"I am. I am your god, your everything. Say it." His voice cracks a little, revealing just how close he really is.

"You're- ahh... my god. Ahh... fuck!" He slides three digits inside your pussy and begins to fuck you in time with his thrusts. "Fuck, yes!"

"Yes! Scream for me, pet. Louder." His fingers speed up while his thumb abuses your poor neglected clit, his dick stretching your ass in the most delicious way now. The pleasure coming at you from all fronts is nearly unbearable. It burns through your veins like the most delectable poison, making your entire body quiver and spasm. You feel the pressure build up in your belly to an impossible degree, thrilling sensations spreading in waves with every smooth thrust, elevating you to unknown heights until you come hard, throwing your head back onto his shoulder and squirting all over his lap.

Hearing you scream his name as your juices gush down his wrist pushes him over the edge, he sinks his teeth just beneath your ear and sucks a bruise there just to muffle his own moans of ecstasy as he stuffs you full of his cum.

You weakly ride your high, rolling your hips to match his and extend both your orgasms, while he soothes the soft skin of your neck with tender kisses.

For a few minutes he allows you to relax in his embrace, boneless and exhausted, feeling his heart beat fast, in synchronicity with your own.

But too soon he's pushing you off so he can tuck himself back into his trousers.

"Look at the mess you made of me." He complains, feeling the wet patch over his crotch, no real bitterness in his tone.

You mumble an apology, still hazy and wobbly, when he forcefully pulls you in for a passionate kiss, moaning into your mouth, greedily devouring you, his tongue playfully savouring you... it ends as suddenly as it started and leaves you more stunned than before. "Now that is how you make a date worth my while." He whispers against your lips.

He readjusts his waistcoat, checking his reflection on a glass display cabinet. Compared to you, a mess of crumpled clothes and shaky hands, he looks so damn collected, as if nothing has happened.

He touches his fingers to the pharaoh mask he's still wearing, his eyes widening with delight. "Hmm... I do look like a god in this."

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zarathebleachfox · 1 day ago

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Kenpachi x post partum reader

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Warning: smut! No minors, Post partum sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (receiving), some dirty talking, grammar -rushed.

a/n: this was purely self indulgences as it came to me in a dream. Last fic for a while as I'm on vacation.

There lay a bundle of joy next to you, almost 8 weeks old. You were exhausted but also happy that your little newborn finally fell asleep after fussing all day.

The little boy was very much a Kenpachi. A terror and full of energy, always ready to put up a fight while you tried to settle him down for the evening. ‘Sleep? Sleep is for the weak!’ You could hear him say between the ear piercing cries— a spitting image of his father both in appearance and personality.

You tip toed out of the room, careful not to stir the rascal. As you stepped outside and gradually slid the door shut, your back came in contact with something hard. You almost let out a yelp but managed to hold your tongue.

You turned around and there he stood— the father of your rascal.

“Hey”, he said, a modest greeting after being away for a few days due to a mission.

“Shhhh”, you whispered, his raspy voice was sure to stir the little monster from his slumber.

You opened the sliding door just enough to peek through. The boy was still asleep and a sigh of relief escaped from the bottom of your lungs. He noticed your tense shoulders fall down as if an invisible boulder had been lifted off your upper back.

Taking a step back, you both ended up sitting outside on the porch. The wooden panels were creaky and you cringed from the slightest creak— a threat to your peace.

You sat beside him, the full moon casting mystic shadows.

It had been a few days since you last saw him. ‘He must be pent up’, you thought to yourself. To test your theory, you reached over to pat his crotch and he allowed his bent knees to fall to the side to give you access.

You undid his pants and pulled out his limp need. It didn't take much to reawaken the beast. Gentle but long strokes with a firm grip is all it took to ease the friction with the pouring precum.

You didn't rush it. All the rustling would have created unwanted noise. Although, he was growing impatient, he behaved for the sake of your sanity.

“You know…”, you seductively leaned closer to whisper into his ears to stir the pot “they said I have fully recovered and can have sex again”.

You would think the man short-circuited. How long had it been since his cock had a taste of that pussy? More than 6 months! The doctors put a sex ban while you were pregnant due to some complications.

Thud.

You have no idea how and when you ended up flat on your back. He was hovering on top, the moon illuminating his demonic features and oh that sexy wide grin had your pussy clenching trapped air.

“Shhhh”, you reminded him of the dilemma.

“Don't ya shhh me”, he growled, his cock rubbing against the fabric protecting your crotch. He practically ripped through your clothes and tossed them aside. The glowing moonlight gave your postpartum body a beautiful glow. He found it irresistibly sexy.

You on the other hand felt very aware and embarrassed of your stretched out body— etched with stretch marks that would forever remind you of your complicated pregnancy.

But that worry was soon forgotten— for now.

He feasted like a sloppy beast with slurping and suckling sounds echoed between your legs. He had been starving for 6 months. Patiently starving might I add. The pussy tasted so ripe and sweet. Juices were practically overflowing and drowning him.

“Slow…ugh…down ahhh”. It was too much and you quickly came undone.

You unfolded on his tongue but he quickly retracted his face from between your thighs and replaced the emptiness with his hard cock.

He felt your tight walls cave and squeeze around his length as you rode the high waves of your overdue lengthy orgasm.

“Cum for me…more!”, he ordered and rubbed your clit vigoursly while fucking your throbbing pussy.

It made you twitch and convulse beneath him like a fish dragged out of water . But you never once let out a moan. You wouldn't dare to break the silence.

Alas, the silence was already broken. The wet sounds from your pussy, heavy breathing and skin-on-skin slapping— all the background noise you had blissfully forgotten. Add the rhythmic creaking sound that came from below you, it was a miracle the child had not awakened.

“Ken…pachi…please let's move..” you suggested once you recovered from your intense and mind numbing orgasm.

Not a bad idea. He lifted you up in one big swoop while still connected and never once stopped fucking your slippery hole. He carried you to the other side of the porch, far away from any eavesdropping.

Creak. Creak. Slap. Slap. Creak. He wasn't subtle.

“Kenpachi…i can't hear anything”. The child was unattended and it worried you.

“What?” he pretended his ignorance and continued to make up for lost time.

You weren't tight anymore. Obviously, it made no difference to Kenpachi. His thick girth was always an uncomfortable fit. But now, your hole had perfectly moulded around him.

“Kenp….” You stopped and noticed someone standing in front of your room.

“Ikkaku’s got this”, Kenpachi mentioned and you quickly tightened around him.

“He is watching us!!” You felt insecure and grabbed your robes to cover your upper body.

It's not like Ikkaku had never seen you naked. The man had walked in several times while you were intimate with the Captain. Actually, most of the squad members have walked in and witnessed your pussy getting destroyed by the Captain. Apparently, no one has ever heard of knocking or locking.

“It's dark. He ain't seeing shit”, Kenpachi tried to reassure you.

“He can hear and smell!”

“Yo Ikkaku. Plug your nose and cover your ears”.

Annoyed, you smack his arm and snapped. “Kenpachi!”

“Who the loud one now?”, he grinned and began pounding you again without a warning. A gasp escaped your once sealed lips, and you quickly covered your mouth, no longer trusting it to stay quiet.

“Shut up and cum already!”, you mumbled behind your fingers.

“Nah. Gonna fuck you for hours and knock ya up again and again. I waited too long. Ain't gonna stop until you swollen with my cum”.

“KENPACHI!” you quickly cover his mouth now, his hips moving at a steady rhythm.

Ikkaku had long gone inside the room to remove himself from the awkward situation. He was the child’s guardian after all. And that child could one day use a sibling.

As promised, Kenpachi took that opportunity to fuck you for hours.

He fucked you folded in half like a chair. He fucked you on all fours. He fucked you up against a pillar. He even fucked you while holding you in mid air.

His seed was dripping down your thighs like beads of rain painting the window after a heavy storm. You were spent. Not surprisingly, he wanted more.

He unapologetically parted your legs and you quickly covered up your used and swollen hole.

“I honestly don't have more space in there!” You were overflowing.

“That ain't a problem. I can make space in there”, he licked the corner of his lips and buried his face between your bruised thighs once more.

“Kenpachi!!!! Ahhh~ Dirty!!!”

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