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krewekreep · 7 months

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When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

Requests Open

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moonymiw · 2 months

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she’s not the woman i used to admire.

but still i worship her.

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obliviani · 1 year

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tw: blood/gore

Succession

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soulless-bleach · 10 months

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If you're still looking for Bleach screenshots to redraw, may I request Hisagi? He has lots of goofy and cool shots to choose from.

Or, perhaps a shiny Zaraki? Only if any of that appeals to you! Thank you!

THIS IS MY FAVORITE SCREENSHOT THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF IT ANSJSJKAKA

#also I plan on doing the hisagi fishnet shirt soon too #he’s so goofy I love him #bleach #bleach fanart #bleach brave souls #kenpachi #zaraki kenpachi #kenpachi zaraki

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animepopheart · 9 months

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★ 【ねこのけだま】「卯ノ花八千流」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

#retsu unohana #unohana #bleach #kenpachi #anime art #artist: ねこのけだま

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j-u-u-z-o · 10 months

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“Don’t Worry About It” (Kenpachi x F. Reader) ft. Yachiru

Synopsis: it’s only the two of us. What can go wrong???

AN: Hey guys! Based on the poll results, I present to you… the one that got the most votes. I changed the timeframe to afternoon. So yeah I did this in an hour. I hope you enjoy! ❤️🤭 I love my ZADDY so show him love ❤️❤️❤️

Please like, reblog and comment! It would be greatly appreciated!

Warning: cute pink haired creature, fingering, smooches, Grammar.

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It was a hot summer afternoon in yours and Kenpachi’s shared home. You were humming a song that recently became your favorite when you came back from a mission in the world of the living, while you were in the midst of preparing a delicious lunch for your boyfriend. He’s been out all morning in seireitei: having meetings with the other 12 teams and spars with his men. so you’re not sure what time he’ll be back home to eat. Still, you prepared his lunch.

You prepared a chicken katsu with two boiled eggs and rice with veggies in a bowl. You didn’t forget to add a bowl for little ol’ yachiru and for yourself.

“Hopefully he’ll come home early before it’s cold-”suddenly, the front sliding door opened roughly and a few heavy steps made its way in the genkan. “Y/n?” Kenpachi unstrapped his sandals and hung his white haori on the rack. “In here~!” You sang out happy that his lunch won’t get cold.

Kenpachi walked into the kitchen and saw your beautiful smile before he looked at your form. Your curves hugging the satin night dress he randomly bought for you from the world of the living. “I’m glad you made it in time, baby.” You turned and tiptoed to kiss his lips. His lips are always chapped but your soft lips always makes them feel like they’re not against yours.

Kenpachi grunted and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. You giggled when his long pointy nose nudged against yours and his lips met yours again. After a while, you broke the kiss. “Mmm..okay baby that’s enough. It’s time to eat your lunch.” You smiled as you turned to get his and your bowl from the counter - his arm still wrapped around your waist. “Yachiru?”

“She’s somewhere. Playing ‘round or something.” He caressed your waist with the tips of his fingers. “Aww, I prepared a little bowl for her. I thought three of us would eat lunch together.” You pouted. Kenpachi grinned at your expression. Yachiru is like a daughter to you and Kenpachi loves seeing the mother- daughter relationship grow between you and her. “She’ll be fine.” He sat down - leaning on his elbow in the small kitchen table as he watched you put more chicken in his bowl. “I know…” you said lowly. Kenpachi reached out and gently pulled your form back to face him. You’re now standing in between his legs with both of your small hands on his broad shoulders. “Oi.” Kenpachi caressed the back of your leg softly. “Why are you sad? Yachiru knows how to be independent.” You didn’t answer and you looked at him with another pout. He chuckled. “Y/n.”

“It’s not funny. We always eat together - the three of us.” Your dainty hands moved to the sides of his neck. “Ya want me to run out and grab her, right now?” You giggled. You know that he would do it and probably get lost. “No.” You smiled at him. “You sure?” Kenpachi knows where the little pink haired girl is - he can sense her reiatsu. You tucked your lips. “Good.”

You kissed him softly. Both of your lips enveloped each others gently. Kenpachi lifted you up and made you straddle him. You giggled while your lips were still wrapping against his. Your legs are more spread due to his large form. His big hand wrapped around your waist and the other slid under your night dress to gently grab a cheek. “Nothing to worry about, y/n.” Kenpachi always makes you feel protected and loved by his touches.

Feeling needy, you moved up a bit to roll your hips against his covered member. Your kisses are only heard between you two in the kitchen. “Mmm.” He then moved his hand further down from your cheek and slid his fingers to your covered heat and rubbed your covered nub in circles. “Mmm, Kenny.” You moaned at the feathery touch of his fingertips as your hips bucked against it.

“You’re getting hot down there, baby.” He saw how flustered you look. You responded by searching for his lips again and enveloped them with yours. Kenpachi chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest. Soon after, his fingers slid under your panty and began rubbing your pussy. His rough pads felt so good massaging your puffy lips and your clit in circles. You lowered your hips and slowly began bouncing to feel more of the sensation from his pads.

“Mmm…Oh…Ken.” You breathed in his mouth. Your back arched when his finger flicked your clit. “Feels good huh, baby.” You nodded as your hips rolled against his fingers and your tongue danced with his. “Agh…” your open mouth kisses and your dainty hands on the sides of his face turned kenpachi on. You hissed when you felt his finger slide into your entrance. His breath hitched at how tight your walls hugged it that he added another finger.

“You’re so damn wet.” The squelches coming from your cunt made him get very hard. “Yes, right there Kenny.” You’re falling apart as his fingers curled and rubbed against that spongy spot that you bucked against him quickly. You wrapped your feet around his calves for better anchoring. You moved your head to the side next to his ears to focus on his fingers - your hot breathes filling his ears and the wooden chair creaking abit.

“That’s it, baby.” He nibbled your neck as you rode his fingers. Suddenly you felt close. Your hand went down to grip his wrist to keep it there. “Ah!” Kenny curved his finger and your head fell back and you saw stars. He chuckled at how much of a needy mess you look. Your breasts bouncing under your night dress, his thighs moving to your hips bouncing off his fingers.

“Oh fuck. ” You whispered. You’re getting close. “Kenny…Kenny!.” The hot syrupy feeling ignites as his thumb rubbed your clit as he fingers fucks you to oblivion. “That’s it, that’s it.” He felt your plush walls tremble. “Come on baby tighten my fingers.” He grinned heinously and chuckled. You looked at him with pure lust as your hips started to gyrate as you rode it faster. his knuckles covered in your arousal as you bucked against it. Before you knew it, you were going to squirt -

“Ken-Chaaann~~~!”

“Y/N- chaaaaaaaaaaan~~~~!”

Kenpachi’s stopped his fingers and looked at you. You instantly froze and only stared into kenpachi’s eyes. You held your breath while your walls were still clenching his fingers uncontrollably.

Yachiru ran in the hallways while calling the both of you cheerfully. Kenpachi sucked his teeth and slid his fingers out of your sobbing cunt. You whined but quickly moved your panty back. It’s completely soaked now. You were about to get up -

“Hmm? Why are you so close to Ken-Chan, Y/N-Chan.” She looked at you curiously. “Ehh…” you looked at kenpachi for help but he only smirked. You rolled your eyes and turned to the little pink haired girl. “Ah! I was massaging him!”

“Huh?” Yachiru raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. “Is that how you do it?”

“Yes! Yes! I was just trying to get to all of the tight knots around his neck and shoulders.” You laughed - trying to look innocent as you backed away from kenpachi.

“Ohhh.” Yachiru looked intrigued and looked down at Kenpachi’s fingers…

“Why are you fingers wet, Ken-Chan?” She quickly walked towards him but he lifted his hand. “This?” He looked at it “curiously”. This is the oil that got onto my hand.” You glared at the man. “I was just trying to help y/n.” He chuckled.

“Oh. I see. Can I get a massage too, y/n-chaann~?” “Eh?” Your eyes widened and turned to kenpachi who only chuckled at you. He’s so useless! “Sure Love, after we eat lunch.” You walked to the counter to get a bowl for her and yachiru jumped around in joy.

“I’m gonna go piss. I’ll be back.” He got up. You turned around to give an OK but saw his long tongue lick his fingers in front of you and smirked as he walked out the kitchen.

Bastard.

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brittscafe · 3 months

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Hehe hello I'm new to this request thing.

Can I request a kenpachi x fem reader, scenario where Kenny is sparing with his s/o and they make a game out of sparring? How would he react to her cutting off his clothes piece by piece like a game? 👀

And kenpachi has a size kink and bitting/marking kink pretty please 🙏

omgggg hiiii!!! this literally took me forever to get out, I'm sooo sorry for getting it out so late 😭😭

Sparring with Kenpachi is a everyday thing, but there are days when it can get boring, so you decide to make a game out of it. So, here you are standing in the middle of the woods, getting ready to spar.

You wear a devious smirk across your face, holding your sword with such grace as Kenpachi has no idea what is coming.

"You want to play a game, huh?" Kenpachi asks, a smirk growing along his face. You smile innocently and nod your head.

"Yes," you reply.

"Let's play then," Kenny growls out, his deep voice ringing throughout your eardrums. Your eyes shift down to his chest poking out from his uniform, glistening sweat.

You bite down on your bottom lip as Kenpachi swiftly launches towards you, swinging his sword. You bring up your own sword, deflecting his attack.

The tip of your sword slices straight down through Kenpachi's black kosode and his eyes widen. Kenpachi lets out a low, threatening chuckle and shrugs his kosode off.

It softly falls into the soft grass below and Kenpachi's abs are now on full display. His black hakamas hang low on his waist, a little trail of hair leading down to what's hiding inside of his boxers.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip and Kenpachi huffs out heavily.

So, one by one, you cut off each piece of clothing he's wearing until he's left in his boxers. The two of you are mere inches away from each other as you ended up on top of him, panting messes and swords tossed to the side.

Kenpachi wears a devilish smirk across his face. He admires you for having the strength and guts to get on top of him.

"I see what kind of game you're playing now, y/n," Kenpachi speaks with a deep voice and you wear an innocent expression across your face.

You can feel his hard cock in his boxers pressing against your clothed cunt. You quickly remove the uniform and the wind feels good on your hot skin.

Your hands plays around the waistband of his boxers until you pull them down, his cock springing up and slapping his lower stomach.

To ride the beast below you was a task, but it's task that you're going to relish doing.

After all, his cock is going to rearrange your guts.

You wrap your fingers around his cock, stroking it a few times.

You let out a shaky breath as you start to sink down on his hard, thick length. His cock fills up your pussy to the brim and Kenpachi wears a proud grin across his face.

"Does that feel good?" Kenpachi asks, cupping your cheek and his thumb grazes over your skin.

"You have no idea," you whisper, bending over and leaning your head down into the curve of his neck. Placing soft, wet kisses along Kenpachi's throat you start to lift your hips up and down.

Kenny groans loudly, feeling your walls squeeze around his hard, thick cock. Your lips suck on his sensitive skin and he clenches his jaw, his grip on your bare body tightening.

His eyes admire the way your body bounces on top of his, the tip of his cock hitting that soft, sweet spot inside of you. The way your pussy is hugging his cock and your breasts are bouncing.

You run your warm tongue along his skin and glance at the mark left on his throat.

His hands grip onto your waist as you start to pant heavily, a burn spreading in your thighs as you continue to struggle to ride the beast below you.

Kenpachi easily lifts your hips up and down, slamming you back down on his cock. You throw your head back, letting out a loud moan as pleasure ripples through your body.

A ring of precum starts to form along the base of Kenny's hairy cock and his fingers dig into your flesh. Each time his cock slides in and out of your gushing cunt, sloppy wet sounds are created.

You lean over, pressing wet kisses along his chest and sucking on his skin. Your lips feel so good and hot sucking on his skin, making his cock twitch inside of your stuffed cunt.

Kenpachi runs his hand up to your throat, grabbing onto it and squeezing it. A whimper leaves your lips and you clamp around his length, lifting your head up and meeting his strong gaze.

He lets out a breathy groan and forces you up and back down onto his cock. Your body hunches over as sweat starts to gather on your forehead.

Kenpachi's the only thing holding your exhausted body up, a series of moans leaving your lips as his fat tip presses right where you need him the most.

The sweet, deep ache inside of you starts to build up. You press your palms onto his built, plush pecs, holding yourself up.

"You started this and now you're making me do all the work, doll. So pathetic," Kenpachi sighs out, thrusting his hips up into yours.

"I-i'm sorry," you moan out, barely able to form words and you try and keep your balance on top of him.

You become a whimpering, panting mess as Kenpachi drills his cock inside of you until you're oozing your cum all over him. He chuckles deeply and a crazed look forms inside of his eyes.

His cock twitches inside of you and he drives his hips up, groaning loudly as he releases his seed inside of you. He breathes heavily, keeping his hips pressed up against yours as his cum fills up you.

"Let's play this game next time," Kenpachi huffs out, giving your throat a light squeeze and you nod your head.

Tags: @kr0wu

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 1 year

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Calling Them Daddy During Sex N/SFW: Part 1(Bleach Edition)

霊圧 + 淫慾. //spiritual pressure + lust. ( @sashi-ya x twoop)

Calling Them Daddy during Sex N/SFW Part 1 ft. Shunsui, Byajuya, Kenpachi, Bazz-B and Jugram Created by: The-witch-of-one-piece /600+ /Masterlist/Collab w/ @sashi-ya💜

TW: mention of being called daddy, penetration of a hole, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex and scratching

He positioned you on your knees as your back arched up. You could feel your knees trembling as he rubbed his tip at your entrance teasing you. You suddenly feel his large fingers gripping the back of your neck pressing you against the mattress. Suddenly feeling his cock sliding inside you. His hand was on your ass as he was rocking you back and forth. With each thrust you could hear the sound of the skin slapping against one another. “Yes daddy just like that~~~!” you called out as you cried against the mattress in full of pleasure.

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Shunsui

Licking his lips hearing the phrase that was music to his ears. These thrusting motions continued at the same pace. You could hear a low chuckle as he groaned so quietly. Leaning in and kissing your shoulder, feeling his warm breath against your bare damp skin. “ So I’m your daddy now??” you could feel the smirk on his face growing. “Well don’t worry_____, daddy is going to take care of you.” Shunsui's sinful voice lingered in your mind with every sensational thrusting he did inside of you.

Byakuya

The pale captain's eyes widened as his thrusting slightly became a bit slower. ‘Daddy?’ he thought to himself. But hearing how you called him daddy once again you could feel his hand gripped on your ass a bit tighter making indentations with his slender fingers. You could hear the moans slipping from his perfect lips as the pace became a bit more rough. Removing his hand from the back of your neck as he pushed his bangs out of his face. “If you desire to call me daddy now.. I won’t object to it.” Both hands firmly holding your ass, his pelvic began to thrust more inside of you.

Kenpachi

The hands that held you by the neck became tighter, his nails digging into your flesh feeling the sting as your body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. His eyes focused more as he drove his cock deeper inside of you. Instead of calling out daddy you began to moan trying to form the words but the pounding he was giving you was making it hard. When he noticed the word daddy wasn’t coming out he was a bit displeased his raspy voice said “you get me all turned on with that god damn word and you decided to stop saying it? Daddy must be fucking you really good then huh?” the wicked laugh leaves his lips.

Bazz-B

In his mind automatically ‘what the fuck…Daddy?!’ he would think this is some kinda daddy issue you have and that's why you called him daddy.. His jaw is flexing he tilted his back closing his eyes for a moment as he was savoring your slick walls clenching his cock. Hearing the moans of pleasure as you lustfully called him daddy sent the chills down his spine. Drawing his head back as he looked down. You felt the sting as he gave your ass a hard smack. “I will show you what daddy is capable of doing to a little cum bucket like you.”

Jugram

Feeling his hands releasing slightly off the back of your neck, his hand gliding up your arched back. He could see the goosebumps forming. Jugram letting out a low moan spill from his lips. His eyes peeking through his blonde lashes looking at your naked frame, noticing your knees trembling. He didn’t want your knees to give out. Pulling himself out of you, having you on your back facing the blond lash man. Leaning in more, you could feel his thin build body against yours. His eyes looking directly at you “Daddy wanted to see that face of yours.” in his low hush tone you could hear calling him daddy turned him on.

Tagging: @stygianoir @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon. @jin-supremacy01

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sashi-ya · 5 months

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東京 NIGHTS mini event

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, how exciting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, that stranger and you are finally alone.

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

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

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

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

“The next station is Shibuya”

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

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

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

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

“I’m such a whore…” “Yes, you are…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bleachification · 10 months

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⸻ THE HEART OF RUINS

pairing: kenpachi x doctor!reader

warnings: a lil gory? not really that bad though, just mild descriptions of injuries.

themes: hurt/comfort, short drabble, sorta-established relationship, flashback, sunshine x grumpy (?)

word count: 2.4K (vv short lol)

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Kenpachi knew something was off the moment Captain Mayuri came barreling through his room in near hysterics, frantically inquiring about your whereabouts.

“Where is [name]?” He demanded, eyes shifting around the room in search of you, unusually panicked.

Kenpachi lazily glanced over at the mad scientist, a little curious, a little bored. Mostly irritated. “The hell are you doing in my house?”

“I do not have time to humour simple-minded buffoons like you. The doctor is in grave danger, which means my dear experiment is in grave danger! Now, tell me where [name] went,” Mayuri hissed.

At that, Kenpachi went rigid. Any and all nonchalance fizzled out of existence, replaced by icy tension. “The hell are you talking about, [name] in danger?”

It isn’t possible, he thought. Sure, you didn’t exactly have Kenpachi’s battle prowess, but your own reiatsu and skill rivalled those of the Gotei 13—your healing abilities are only exceeded by Unohana herself.

[Name] hurt? In Kenpachi’s mind, such a thing was inconceivable.

Forbidden.

“Oh for—” Mayuri huffed, exasperated, and quickly spewed out a rapid explanation. “[Name] is helping me test a new drug, and I’ve been monitoring all of their circulatory and respiratory vitals during the serum’s incubation period. Five minutes ago, every vital sign went flat.”

Silence.

A crack! sounded.

The wall splintered and caved in at the force of Kenpachi’s fist striking it.

“What?!” He snarled, the harsh sound ripped from his throat at the news.

Mayuri rolled his eyes. “Yes. Without the host, my research is over, so hurry up and tell me where—“

Before he could utter another syllable, Kenpachi bolted out the door, sword in hand—his eyepatch long forgotten on the bedside table. The force was so great, it sent Mayuri’s headpiece flying off.

“Bumbling idiot!”

As he swore up a storm, the mad (and equally furious) scientist chased after the speeding cyclone of a captain, all while praying for the safe return of his experiment.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 　

“Hello there.”

Zaraki Kenpachi stared down at the figure before him. His own stature dwarfed you in comparison, and the scar on his hardened features did nothing to soften his visage.

You greeted him with a gentle smile all the same.

“Huh? What are you?”

“I am the new head field doctor, [name]. It is so nice to meet you,” you grinned. Strangely, Kenpachi isn’t annoyed by it, nor by the way you treated him—as if you’d known him his whole life. “I have heard so much about you, Captain Zaraki.”

“New field doctor? Never heard of ya,” he said.

“Captain! You can’t just—”

Kenpachi’s gaze swivelled towards his number three. Ikakku fell silent at the look in his captain’s eyes.

“It’s alright, Ikkaku. I don’t mind. Go ahead and help the others. Your captain and I have much to discuss,” you reassured him.

The Third Seat looked unconvinced, but relented at your pacifying tone. He shot an anxious look at his captain before exiting the field, leaving you alone with Kenpachi.

He regarded you with mild disinterest, but you paid no heed. There was only one thing on your mind.

“Please lie down, Captain.”

Kenpachi’s eyes narrowed. “This is nothing. I can still fight.”

You peered down at the five-inch hole in his stomach. The wound was so deep, you were surprised he was still standing, much less speaking to you. Blood gushed out in streams, and the more he breathed, the more flesh teared. As a doctor, you were impressed at his tenacity. As a person, you were horrified.

You smiled sweetly. “I will not ask again.”

He only scoffed before turning his back to you.

One step.

Two steps.

Kenpachi took three steps away from you before you wrapped a hand around his neck and tapped the base of his throat with three fingers—light as a feather and as effective as a tranquilizer. Your power flowed through his veins and pooled in his stomach, shutting off any and all protests.

Kenpachi’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, a grave oversight made. How the hell were you going to lug this giant back to base camp alone?

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…”

“[Name]?”

“Oh, Ikkaku, thank god!”

The shinigami had come back. His eyes widened at the sight before him.

“I’m going to need some help.”

It took a few tries and a lot of breaks, but the two of you managed to successfully drag the captain back to the medical cabins.

Kenpachi woke up from his medically-induced coma a day later, demanding to fight you.

“Where’s that damned doctor? I’ll—”

You waved a hand of dismissal as you walked into his ward. Your nurses scattered, all wearing expressions of relief as they left.

“No need to shout, my dear patient. I am right here.”

“You,” he growled, the accusation ripe on his tongue.

“Me,” you sighed, rubbing your dry eyes with a gloved hand. The fatigue lingered despite your best efforts of staying alert.

Kenpachi faltered as he took in your state. His words were still gruff—unkept, but softer, somehow. Careful.

“What's wrong with you?”

You squinted at him, vision blurry. “Huh?”

“You look like hell,” he grunted.

You blinked, his comment catching you off guard. It caught you so off guard that you found yourself bursting into laughter—or hysterics, you weren’t sure.

“Believe me, I feel like it too,” you breathed, all sorts of aches flooding your muscles. You rolled your shoulder and made your way to his bedside, about to check on his wounds. “So if you want to fight me, it will have to wait until I am rested. Though you��ll win regardless, so I don’t really see a point in it.”

Kenpachi eyed you warily as you got closer, but the tension left him after you finished fiddling with the IV, letting the second dose of morphine hit.

“You never know. Maybe you’re just what I need in an opponent. You knocked me out earlier, remember?” His tone was almost… hopeful? It made you smile, despite your exhaustion.

“You were severely weakened, Captain Zaraki. Three types of venom were found festering within your body. Your organs were shredded to practically nothing. The fact that you survived is nothing short of a miracle, and most definitely beyond me. Hell, beyond the scope of anatomy and physiology itself.

“All that, and it still took me an immense amount of energy to put you to sleep. If you were any closer to your original strength, I would likely be dead,” you pointed out matter-of-factly.

It was true. The sheer power he contained and the potential he had… it was nothing short of monstrous.

Kenpachi barked out a laugh. “How boring.”

“I shall take that as a compliment.”

He laughed again. You found you quite liked the sound of his laughter.

“You have a nice laugh,” you pointed out.

Kenpachi doesn’t respond, only slides you a look of half-boredom and half-nonchalance.

“You could at least say thank you,” you teased.

“I don’t do that,” he grunted.

That time, it was you who laughed.

“You don’t say…”

You glanced at him, and the motion made you dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut for a few seconds in an attempt to curb it as everything went hazy.

“Damn. That was some really bad vertigo,” you murmured.

Kenpachi tilted his head, craning his neck. “What?”

“I said—” you paused as the world tilted left.

Then, right.

Then, upside down.

“Hey—what’s wrong with you?!”

The last thing you remembered before blacking out is the warmth of large arms wrapping around you, and a string of curses that came from their owner.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 　

Kenpachi ignored the biting winds whipping against his skin and the harsh summer heat bearing down on his back as he sped across mountains and plains. Sweat streamed down the frame of his face from the effort, slowing only against the rigid tension in his jaw.

Move, he thought.

Faster, he pleaded with himself.

Just get to them.

The last time Kenpachi had felt panic to such a degree was four years ago—when he had witnessed your unconscious form crumple to the hospital floor, unresponsive to his shouts. Your head had been cradled in his palm, mere inches from hitting the stone floor.

It took six hours for you to wake up, and by that time, Kenpachi had reached a new level of anxiety—one that he did not realize he was capable of. For some obscure and completely unknown reason, the captain who had never cared much about anything seemed to care way too much for a stranger. The feeling gnawed at him and made him uneasy. Such a person was dangerous. He should get rid of you, yet, as soon as you began to lose your balance, his first and only instinct was to catch you—to protect you.

But this time, he may be too late.

Kenpachi shook that paralyzing thought out of his head and pushed himself to even quicker speeds. Solid surroundings turned to vertical blurs as he cut through forests and lakes in his haste.

As the sky shifted to black and the air grew cold, he finally slowed to a stop. Kenpachi found himself at the edge of a familiar cliff overlooking miles and miles of flat fields. On them, rested hundreds of stone pillars and ruins of a broken city. A vast civilization that once flourished—-now eroded by time’s decay, leaving only rotted land and torn buildings.

Where…?

Kenpachi screamed your name. The only answer he got back was the faded echo of his own voice.

A soft scuffle sounded behind him.

It was not you. Kenpachi knew this and pulled his blade out, as fast as lightning and deadlier by tenfold. The ragged metal glinted underneath the moon’s glow as it pointed at its victim, the tip mere millimeters from the hollow of Ikkaku’s throat.

“Captain. We’re here to help,” Ikkaku announces. If he was threatened by Kenpachi, he did nothing to let it show.

Behind Ikkaku stood the entirety of Kenpachi’s squad. All of whom were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, sharing the same grim expression of determination.

“If you come back with empty hands, you will die with empty hands,” Kenpachi promised in a low voice.

No one argued. No one complained. Squad 11 dispatched, ready to either bring you back to Kenpachi or forfeit their lives.

The captain ignored his squad members, and jumped straight off the cliff into the rubble below. The ground shook in protest underneath his heavy footsteps as he searched through stone caverns and collapsed wreckage in a crazed, feral frenzy, blind to everything but his desperate need to find you.

Rocks tumbled, dust flew into the air, and darkness crept its way alongside Kenpachi as the night aged. Hours and hours passed without a single sign of life.

Not one squad member had reported anything back to their captain since the search began.

A guttural roar ripped free from Kenpachi as he hit the peak of his rage and frustration. Sheer panic sliced through his bones. He dug through solid walls, fingernails broken and bleeding, calling out your name until it burned his throat to speak.

Think.

Kenpachi had to think. His mind was racing—a storm of jittering anxiety and distress. The thought of you was the only pillar of order in that whirling chaos.

You.

His doctor.

The one who promised to save him, always. Forever.

That day, he had silently vowed to do the same. He would not break that promise tonight.

With renewed clarity, the captain scanned the horizon, squinting at the darkness. His squad members roamed the land, yelling your name and searching. Kenpachi ignored them and focused, looking over each area with a critical eye.

A dull glint of something caught his eye. It peeked out from underneath a huge mass of crumbling granite that had fallen in place of what looked like the entrance to an abandoned mausoleum.

Kenpachi got closer.

The metal’s shape came into form. A familiar ring.

He bolted.

In one swift motion, Kenpachi had heaved the stone slab away, removing the only obstacle between him and what was on the other side.

Your broken body, bruised and caked with dried blood, laid there as still as a corpse. Your complexion was paler than the marble tiles you were found on, and your skin was so cold that it made Kenpachi shiver when he gently gathered you into his arms.

“Hey…” his voice had never been so quiet. He had never felt so small, so helpless.

You didn’t respond.

Kenpachi felt for a pulse, heart hammering, and almost collapsed in relief when he found one, albeit faint.

A few of the squad members realized what had happened and started to swarm, all having similar reactions of shock and fear.

“Is that…?”

“Oh god, do you think—“

“Get Mayuri here now!” Kenpachi barked out, interrupting the whispers and startling the soldiers back into action. They scrambled to locate the other doctor, leaving their captain and yourself alone by the tombs.

You still had not awoken.

“C’mon… Wake up… [name], wake up,” Kenpachi muttered, softly stroking your matted hair. His hands shook, fingers trembling as he kept you within his grasp.

After what seemed like lifetimes, but were probably only mere minutes, Mayuri came running, Ikkaku followed with a myriad of odd (medical?) aids in his arms.

“Damned… give them to me!”

A possessive, irrational streak reared its ugly head and Kenpachi almost refused, clutching you closer, until his senses knocked him straight. He relented, though not without reluctance.

Mayuri immediately got to work, and after a long stretch of tense waiting, he had stabilized you.

“[Name] will be fine, but we need to get them back to the city.”

At those words, the pressure in Kenpachi’s chest that had been present since the beginning of the whole ordeal finally lifted, and he felt like he could breathe again.

He would chew you out later for being so stupid, but for now, he had you.

You were safe.

And that was the only thing that seemed to matter.

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