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BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025 - DAY 3: Drabble challenge: Kenmayu.

The sky was ridiculously blue, the grass shimmered in shades of green, a small stream surrounded them and reflected the light under the canopy of a tree where they stood. And to top it all off, bright pink petals fell upon them.

When he turned around, Kenpachi was standing there, smiling as he finished arranging a blanket. He didn't understand the logic behind going on a Picnic. If only Mayuri could dissect emotions, he would have understood them a long time ago.

"Look at a sakura," he said, wanting to break the silence.

"It's a peach tree," he corrected him.

Kenpachi clicked his tongue, words weren't his thing. Action was.

"That's enough talking, let's fuck." He laid him vigorously down on the blanket.

"What? Right now?"

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Word: Picnic.

Quote: "What? Right now?"

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BLEACH SMUTFEST

DAY 3: DRABBLE CHALLENGE

Omg that was HARD! I cannot write short stuff but keeping it below 100 words was tough 🥲

I managed, although I had to delete 3/4 of what I wrote initially.

Below the cut 4 drabbles, 3 Kenmayu and one Mayuri x afab reader

NSFW so NO MINORS please

Kenmayu 1

Promp: "What? Right now?"

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Zaraki had him bent over his desk, hammering his dick inside him.

“Shit!” Mayuri exclaimed, taking out his soul phone. “I have to take this.”

“What? Right now?”

“Akon, what is it?”

“Then... I’m going to make you cum.” Zaraki whispered in his ear.

“What? Right now?” Mayuri couldn’t help but squeal.

Smirking, Zaraki sped up, hitting that perfect spot that drove him insane and tugging harshly on his hair. Mayuri’s speech becoming a mix of stuttered half words and hums as he came all over his cock.

“Captain... you ok?” Akon asked with worry.

“I'm... I'm fine...” he panted.

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Kenmayu 2

Promp: "Wow! I didn’t know you could bend that way!"

"Wow! I didn’t know you could bend that way, Kurotsuchi...”

“I need to be flexible to get to all the tricky spots when I do my paint.”

“Looks like your joints are about to pop.”

“Tch! I'm not made of china, Zaraki.”

“It’s giving me some ideas...”

“I didn’t know a brute like you could form those...”

“I could fold you in two, your calves by your ears and fuck you real deep.”

“Interesting...”

“Shoot my load so far up your ass, you can taste it.”

“Ugh, way to ruin the mood!”

“Oi, wait! Don’t leave me with this hardon!”

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Kenmayu 3

Promp: "keep that skirt on while I fuck you.”

“I hate you.” Mayuri grumbled, red in the face, re-entering their room dressed in a maid’s uniform. He tried to pull the stupidly short skirt down to cover his shame.

“That’s what you get for betting you could make me cum in less than five minutes.” Zaraki wheezed, his laughing fit finally receding.

“How long do I have to wear this?”

“Dunno. All I know is that you’re gonna keep that skirt on while I fuck you.”

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Mayuri x reader

Prompts: "Is that all you’ve got?" "That’s disappointing." “What a messy little hole.” “You can give me one more, can’t you?” "do it for science."

“Is that all you’ve got? That’s disappointing...”

Mayuri’s voice sounds muted by the deafening blood pressure in your ears and the buzzing of his fuck machine.

“What a messy little hole.” He comments grinning perversely, watching the monstrous dildo stretch you to your limits “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

You babble something incoherent, the overstimulation threatening to drive you insane.

He lines himself with your asshole. “Come on... do it for science.” You scream as he breaches you with one forceful thrust.

Beg as much as you wish. Mayuri’s experiments don’t end until he’s satisfied.

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BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025 - DAY 2: OC (HISTORY TIME)

Nombre: Antonie (por Antonie Lavoisier junto a su esposa fueron los padres de la química)

Pronombres: él/ellos

Raza: Arrancar, Bajo rango… por investigar.

Animal inspirado: algún herbívoro con cuernos como una cabra o ciervo pequeño.

Altura: 1.60 m

Descripción: Su hueco está en su ojo izquierdo y esta cubierto con vendas (como Nnoitra que podría significar el Yin o sea la feminidad o es ciego de su propio valor, cuando estaba vivo era relojero y falleció en una revuelta social como Lavoisier y lo mandaron a la guillotina por ser burócrata), tiene pequeños cuernos que son su máscara de hollow, su cabello es morado oscuro, es andrógino pero se inclina a lo masculino.

Es muy inteligente pero desperdicia su talento.

Habilidades: No lo he pensado aún. No es muy fuerte, tiene las mismas habilidades que los demás arrancares.

Historia.

Era amigo de Tosen y este le enseñó más acerca de ciencia a la vez que construían Las Noches, a veces se encargaba de las curaciones de sus compañeros pero él prefería hacer la sala de emergencias que trabajar en ella, todo un ingenierito. Se llevaba bien con los Espadas más tranquilos como Nell o Starrk y Lilynette. Evitaba a toda costa a Szayelaporro ya que este insinuaba que se lo comería… literalmente y también evitaba a Nnoitra.

Cuando se arrancó la máscara (no recuerdo cómo nacen los arrancares) aún Barragán era el rey. Siempre fue un arrancar que no destacó en fuerza, pero era astuto y se las arreglaba para no trabajar de más o morir, eso hasta que llegó Aizen y descubrieron su hábito de leer libros, sobre todo de cálculo (le gustaba robar libros del mundo humano o de los otros hollows)

Una vez Nnoitra lo atacó, el filo de su guadaña quedó casi marcado en su garganta y solo fue salvado por su amigo Tosen.

Para cuándo Aizen estaba invadiendo el falso Karakura y Uryu junto a Renji luchaban contra Szayelaporro, él logró escapar de ese laboratorio gracias a que fue destruido. El pseudocientífico solo quería matarlo ya que estaba celoso de sus conocimientos en cálculo y que pudiera resolver enigmas que él no, aprovechó que su guardián y único amigo no estaban para experimentar con él dándose cuenta de cosas muy interesantes acerca de Antonie.

“No sé cómo sería ver con dos ojos, pedirme describir cómo veo con un ojo comparado a dos es como pedirle a alguien que dibuje un rinoceronte sin nunca haber visto uno” al terminar voltea para ver quién le pregunto se encuentra con unos ojos que lo miraban fijamente y sin pestañear.

Mientras estaba esperando a que Aizen destruyera su mundo, consciente de que era lo que realmente sucedería con su victoria. Estaba esperando sentado entre los escombros hasta que alguien atrás de él le preguntó como es ver con un hueco en el ojo, lo cual él responde.



Sudando frío se dió cuenta que nunca debió responder. Mayuri se lo llevó contra su voluntad a la sociedad de almas, para eso metió al pobre en el contenedor que llevaba Nemu, encontrándose con los cadáveres de los arrancar que ya estaban muertos, aterrado por ver a aquellos que eran más fuertes que él bien tiesos, acepto su destino.

En el duodécimo lo pusieron a trabajar, ahí trabajaban todos los indeseables, así que no era el más extraño. No tenía que preocuparse de ser canibalizado o asesinado por otros de su especie, pero no todo era color de rosas, ya que Mayuri no se lo llevó con buenas intenciones. Cuando fue interrogado por la central 46 Mayuri reveló que “es mucho más fácil hacer crecer tejido a los vivos que en cadáveres, este arrancar tiene el propósito de ser materia prima para un futuro proyecto”.

Antoine no podía creer que confiaran en alguien como Mayuri o que tuvieran la fé de que él no sería un traidor. Para frustrar el plan de Mayuri iba a confesar su amistad con el antiguo traidor Tosen.

“Yo era amigo de…” Mayuri simplemente lo miró y solo con la mirada lo cohibió de decir alguna estupidez, mientras lloraba dijo “yo era amigo de amigo de nadie” mientras que es un mente pensaba “Sálvame Tosen, yo también odio a los Shinigamis” mientras lloraba a mares desconcertando al jurado.

Mayuri se acercó diciendo “ven? Está muy feliz de trabajar en mi división, hasta está llorando de la emoción. Entonces? Dejarán al desgraciado quedarse conmigo” no hubo oposición y rápidamente salió de ese lugar que le ponía los nervios de punta a Mayuri. Debido a que Antonie demostró conocimientos y su utilidad no ingresó a la academia de Shinigamis… menos mal, pobrecito.

Mayuri no podía entender porque Antonie lloraba cómo condenado a muerte, y para hacer el camino más agradable le preguntó si tenía algún hobby y rápidamente se dieron cuenta de que tenían más en común de lo que pensaban. Antonie le gustaba la ciencia de los nudos, hobby poco común, pero amado por los matemáticos. Le encantaba encontrar nuevos nudos (está ciencia es útil para saber sobre nudos fuertes o para suturar heridas o como se enrolla el ADN), también le gustaba las ecuaciones que no tenían solución. Estás cosas las odiaba Szayelaporro, comentó.

“Ese pseudocientífico no sabe lo que habla” comentó Mayuri y teniendo también aberraciones en común se formó una improvisada y ñoña amistad.

Cómo ya sabrán en la invasión de los Quincys, Mayuri revivió a los Arrancar y por supuesto cumplió lo que dijo utilizando a Antonie. Al final resultó ileso ya que solo necesitaban la médula de Antoine y de ahí Mayuri extrajo células madre que sirvieron de cultivo.

Antonie como se dijo fue bien recibido, le consultaban acerca de cálculos complejos y creó un software para que dejarán de buscarlo, aunque nunca se negaría a resolver algún ejercicio si alguien se lo pedía.

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A Shinji in an 80's-like disco jumpsuit...

... Plus an Akon portrait!

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Bleach Smut Fest 2025 - Day Three - Drabble challenge: Merman

sailor Kenpachi Zaraki/merman Mayuri Kurotsuchi, sailor Kenpachi Zaraki & doctor Retsu Unohana

100 words drabble, Humor TW: implied unprotected sex, implied mpreg

Inspired by this and this, also this

AO3 version

„What do you need, Zaraki-sencho?“ asked doctor Unohana when beastly captain came to the appointment.

„I had an affair with a merman...“ he said uncertainly.

„Aha. What a rarity!“ said Unohana.

„Hadn’t used protection…“ barbarian blushed.

„I see...“ nodded Unohana, little nervous.

„I wanted to ask ya, if I might’ve gotten him pregnant… Ya know, like seahorses do.“

Unohana pinched the bridge of her nose, losing it with stupidity level of this individual. He was her good friend though, so she replied calmly: „Possibility is always there, but you should be also aware of piscine tuberculosis, disease transmissible to humans.“

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BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025 - DAY 1: AU (MODERN AU )

Relationship: Kurotsuchi Mayuri/Zaraki Kenpachi

Summary: The world is smaller than you think. Kenpachi went out to eat with his daughter and met a very peculiar man.

Warnings/labels: 18+, trans male character, explicit smut, mpreg is mentioned, vaginal penetration, some things were not thoroughly investigated (laws or medical issues).

Words: 3770.

Note: English isn't my first language, and it took me ages to translate this.

Reading and writing aren't my thing. My complete admiration goes out to everyone the participants of this event.

And please see this beauty that drew @toxictaicho. It's Mayuri from my fic 🥺💕

AO3

Inside a double-cab pickup that also belonged to his work, Kenpachi waited around the corner when Yachiru will finish her classes. The children usually went to school and came back alone, which was normal in Japan, but today they will go out to eat.

He got off to stretch his legs, wondering if he should go to the school now or if his presence would worry the rest of the parents. He didn't want to interfere with Yachiru's activities and the school. People always talk and never for good.

Leaning on his pickup truck, he saw an extravagant figure cross the street. He was dressed in black cloth pants, a shirt that wasn't his size, and a fuchsia blazer. He didn't stop there; his hair was blue, his cut was modern, similar to a Mohawk, and he was also tattooed up to his neck.

What he could see of his tattoos was a skull, something resembling a moth, and Gothic cathedrals, all surrounded by geometric figures. The tattoo was completely in black ink, except for small colored details.

His face was attractive, and his eyes were covered in orange, fuchsia, and black makeup (which was already normal in Japan, but not tattoos). He quickly compared him to Marilyn Manson. But the detail Zaraki liked most was the golden color of his irises. His gaze was powerful, and he wondered if such a color could be real. His eyes also matched his earrings and other jewelry.

Kenpachi whistled in admiration as the man impatiently headed to the same place as him. He had apparently arrived too early and was staring at his Apple Watch while answering messages. Kenpachi, having nothing better to do, approached to pester the newcomer.

“Nice tattoos, what gang are you in?” Not expecting such reactivity, the man turned around angrily.

“Ah?! You think I'm a Yakuza?!” He took out his wallet showing his credit cards where he could almost read his name, but as quickly as he showed them he put it back in his bag. “Do you think I could have bank accounts if I were one?” He wrinkled his nose; that exclusion towards the yakuza existed. He continued speaking. “You know? Since I love my profession, I'll clear up any doubts and tell you that I'm a doctor and I gave myself the medical prescriptions to get tattoos.” Kenpachi nodded.

"Hmm, any specialty?" The rest of the people gave them strange looks from time to time.

"Of course, big guy. Traumatologist, I replace knees, hips, break and drill bones on purpose, improve people's lives while taking out my frustration with a hammer and titanium nails. Plus, I experiment with new surgeries and have described countless new operations and syndromes..." The moment he started talking about his profession, he did so with such motivation it was contagious. He continued with his monologue and descriptions that were chilling to the average person. That is, until he got tired of talking.

“If I ask you for a tattoo prescription, would you give it to me?” Kenpachi had an idea to annoy him. Mayuri raised a curious eyebrow.

“It depends. What would you get tattooed?”

“A Blackout on one arm.” He looked away so they wouldn't see his face, which seemed about to burst out laughing, until he calmed down and turned to look at the man who had been silent. Mayuri's face was a delight, reflecting his offence and disappointment.

"You seemed so vulgar and a simpleton, but now you confirm it. I wouldn't give it to you for that shit, ask someone else" he grumbled, hearing the other laugh.

"Just kidding, just kidding, relax." He didn't know why, but pissing him off was satisfying; honestly, just having his attention made Zaraki happy.

Now silent, Mayuri observed the man who was at his side. His hair was long and jet-black, handsome in his own way, his cheekbones were prominent, and he had a scar across his face that ran down his right side. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a blue jacket, and army-green pants. He never imagined someone like that could be his type, and if he weren't here for Nemu, he'd invite this guy to a bar and to his bed, no matter how annoying and silly seemed to him. It was easier to sleep with a hospital inmate anyway.

His throat was a little dry, so he went to buy something to drink at a nearby store. When he returned, he saw the horror in person. His daughter was holding hands with a pink-haired girl as they talked to the stupid ogre he'd just met. He rushed to her side.

“Nemu!” He called his daughter’s attention, and the girl accompanying her spoke loudly.

“Look! It’s Nemu’s father. Can we ask if Nemu can come with us?” Kenpachi said he would check with her father. Mayuri looked at him suspiciously as he approached.

“We didn’t introduce ourselves. I’m Zaraki Kenpachi, Yachiru’s father,” he said, extending his hand. He felt a chill when Mayuri looked at him in disgust and shook it just the same.

“Kurotsuchi Mayuri,” he said simply.

“Today Yachiru and I will go to eat at McDonald's and she's asking if Nemu can join us.” Both girls nodded. Mayuri snorted with laughter.

“And allow Nemu to eat that junk food?” He had planned everything for her, controlled everything, even her birth. When he turned to look at his creation, her face returned to neutral, and her small smile had disappeared. Mayuri swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. Nemu's resilience was something he had never noticed until now.

"Come on, eating junk food once out of five hundred times, won't hurt her, and if it's as bad as you say, she'll stay away from that food on her own."

"I wasn't referring to the taste... anyway, I don't feel comfortable leaving Nemu with a stranger," he said, and as he moved his arms, his bracelets jingled.

"The solution is easy, join us and spend time with your daughter." He said, raising his shoulders. Today, Mayuri had some free time. Spending time with his daughter was something he'd put aside for a long time, practically after his parental leave ended.

He looked back at Nemu, and she was looking at him expectantly, begging for his approval.

"Yes, that's a good idea," he said automatically. He saw Nemu's face light up, but she looked down again; it wasn't an affirmation yet. Kenpachi, for his part, seemed to have heard what he needed and patted his new friend on the shoulder.

“Decided, I'll take you all. My pickup is parked nearby…” Mayuri didn't have time to explain, and the girls were already jumping up and down triumphantly. “McDonald's is having a collaboration with Evangelion. If you like the series, you could even buy something.”

“Hah, who would have thought? I'd never imagine someone like you watching such a complex series, hahaha.” Like a true fan, Mayuri boasted about its complexity. Kenpachi laughed dully. “Well, maybe you like mecha. By the way, did the girl watch the series?” Kenpachi quickly shook his head.

“No, definitely not, she prefers ani…” He was about to continue explaining what kind of animes Yachiru watched, but she interrupted him.

“I haven't seen it, but I'll give my toy to Ken-chan and I'll keep the food,” she said, smiling. Kenpachi blushed deeply for what Yachiru said. His blush definitely didn't go unnoticed by Mayuri's eyes. He found the scene strangely amusing. The big guy wanted the toy, which he wouldn't expect from someone like him. Suddenly, he heard a loud, nervous laugh.

“Hahaha! Yeah, maybe I'm a little embarrassed going around the collectibles alone and Yachiru is my go-between,” he said, a little less red-faced as he rubbed his neck, aware of the image he projected to the others. But a book shouldn't be judged by its cover. Mayuri hummed, almost convinced to join them.

“Let me see if they're nice figures, and I'll think about buying a box.” Kenpachi smiled and told him they were definitely worth it. He'll ask for a poster while he's at it, and if they don't give it to him, he'll steal it!

As he climbed into the pickup, he noticed Zaraki was a plumber and appliance repairer upon, He knew it when he read what was written on the car doors, and he took a photo of the phone number. Mayuri sat in the passenger seat, but not before fastening the seatbelts for Nemu and Yachiru.

The interior smelled like the typical car air freshener, and since it was a hot day, it was worth it to be inside with the air conditioning. After a few minutes of driving, Mayuri decided to talk.

“Plumber and junk dealer, you do a lot of things from what I could read,” Mayuri said as he typed on a laptop he pulled from his bag. Kenpachi laughed, paying attention to the road ahead.

“You know, I was originally just a plumber. The appliance repair thing started because of some friends, The idiots created a fake Instagram of repairmen to fight with a gang. so I took the pair of morons under my wing for doing such a stupid thing, taught them the trade, and forced them to learn from YouTube videos... Now we have a small business,” he said, laughing anecdotally. His companion didn’t know what to say.

“How humble… Can I ask a question? Just out of curiosity,” he said, settling into his seat.

“Sure.”

“Why does Yachiru sometimes call you by your name?” The question made Kenpachi’s jaw clench and almost get honked at for not moving at a stoplight. He quickly relaxed and said.

“Have you seen Spy Family?” Mayuri was taken aback by the question.

“No, but Nemu said she has a friend just like Anya, a character from that series. I see who she was referring to so often,” he said, glancing at the pink-haired girl in the rearview mirror. Kenpachi laughed at the comment.

“Exactly, Anya, like Yachiru, is adopted... In reality, I'm her uncle and she only calls me father because she wants to. Besides, I hate the word uncle. How did she end up under my tutelage? Her mother is my sister and she's in jail, her father died before she was born. Unfortunately, our peace won't last long,” he sighed heavily. “As soon as my sister gets out of jail, she'll most likely want custody of her, and since the laws are here, I'm sure the mother will win... Children aren't stupid, Yachiru knows very well what will happen. Don't get it wrong, she loves her mother, and I prefer that he be with his mother or with me thousand times over than in a damn home where they say children are supposedly better off.” Kenpachi hated the idea of seeing Yachiru floating from home to home until she was 18. He hated that they were selling the idea that children are better off in that system, and before the conversation turned political, he asked animatedly. “My turn to ask the questions, how did you get custody of your daughter?” Mayuri, strangely at ease, would share some truths.

“Nemu doesn't have a mother, so to speak…”

“Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have assumed…”

“Shut up and let me continue. Nemu was born through artificial insemination,” the doctor said calmly.

“Oh,” Kenpachi shook his head, thinking he understood. “I see, you rented a womb,” he said hesitantly. Mayuri laughed, having everything prepared to reveal the truth.

“Wrong again, the answer is even simpler, I gave birth to her.” Kenpachi brought his hand to his mouth, and Mayuri's smile grew even wider.

"Now that I think about it... I was a sperm donor," he said and laughed uproariously. Mayuri, shocked, wondered if he'd heard the last thing he'd said about Nemu. Also hear that Zaraki was a donor made a gear turn in his head.

"What?" He managed to say quietly. It wasn't the answer he'd expected. He didn't know what to do now. Feeling foolish, he'd pretend he'd never said anything and continue with his impromptu exit.

“I've donated sperm, but many years ago, maybe 10,” he dragged out his words to express the remoteness of the matter.

“What?” Mayuri asked again, realizing how stupid he sounded babbling the same. He tried to fix it by asking something else. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why? For the money, don't get me wrong, I needed money for a pickup” Mayuri was cold. “Hey, where did you get artificially inseminated? Nemu could be my daughter, can you imagine? Hahaha,” he said jokingly. He had heard what Mayuri had said, but he didn't care, not now. Kenpachi was very curious, a very healthy kind.

“It was abroad,” he lied, and Nemu quickly looked at him through the side mirror, wondering why her father would lie if even she knew it was in Karakura Town, here in Japan. “Just out of curiosity, which bank did you go to?”

“I don't remember the names, but I do remember the towns: Karakura Town and…” Kenpachi continued naming towns in the background. Now deaf, Mayuri wanted to throw himself out of the moving car, let himself be run over, and commend Nemu to God, yes, to God, now he was a believer. In Buddha, in Satan, in Olympus, because the coincidences were too many and something divine must have conspired against him. It wasn't really Zaraki's response that shocked him, but rather remembering the image in the donor book and how vividly that image was Zaraki's. They finally arrived at the center, and he shook his head and promised not to think about it anymore. With all this, his blood sugar dropped, and he definitely needed to eat.

They sat down and ate quietly. The toy was wonderful, and Kenpachi bought enough happy meals to have the entire collection. This outing was very useful in getting to know Nemu's tastes, and she was able to see a different side of her father, outside of the routine, he was someone who had personal aspirations and tastes that had nothing to do with his work as an orthopedic doctor, difficult for Nemu to imagine.

Afterward, they headed to the parking lot, as Kenpachi offered them a ride back. It turned out they were neighbors. When they arrived at Kenpachi's house, he invited him in for a drink of tea, as the girls wanted to keep playing.

It was Nemu's first time at Yachiru's house, so she wanted to show him around. To Mayuri's surprise, everything was tidy; there was no broken appliances, as he would have imagined someone with Zaraki's job would have piled up there. He sat down on the living room sofa while watching Nemu closely. Kenpachi soon joined him, sitting next to him, saying that the water would be ready soon and that they could move to the tatami mats at that moment.

Zaraki's presence disconcerted him, who was just watching TV. In profile he was very handsome, everything about him screamed masculinity, his aroma was intoxicating, his muscles were marked under his shirt and pants made him imagine thousands of fantasies that distracted him from watching his daughter walk away from the living room, when he saw them go up the stairs and the pink-haired girl shout that she would show her the second floor, Mayuri was alarmed and stood up ready to follow them.

“Nemu, come here! Don’t snoop around…” He was pulled back into his seat, bewildered, he looked at his host, who had an infectious calm, and said.

“Relax, let them play, and stay here with me.” He ordered as he continued to watch the program. Mayuri was very anxious at the thought of something happening to Nemu. The good thing was that since they lived in the same neighborhood, the house was exactly the same as his, so he could imagine where he was right now. He saw Kenpachi rubbing his right shoulder and soon comment. “Hey, this shoulder hurts. I think I have rotator cuff problems.” Mayuri approached and felt it; his shoulder was stiff. He took the opportunity to take another look and sat down next to him again.

“It's tendonitis, but I haven't ruled out wear and tear in your joint. See a doctor.” Kenpachi laughed and sighed. Wasn't that what he was doing with him?

Mayuri was left wanting to touch more and was tempted to slide his hand over Zaraki's pants to feel the size of his member. He bit his nail, deep in thought, trying to be rational until a husky voice spoke to him.

“You don't know discretion, Kurotsuchi. I saw the way you were looking at me.” Mayuri was about to ask what he meant, but the other man quickly approached, planting a kiss that sent a shock through his body. If he was already aroused just by his presence, this turned him on even more. He was tempted to kiss back, but reconsidered and quickly pushed him away.

“Damn it! the girls could see us!” he said, embarrassed and terrified at the thought of being discovered.

“They won't be traumatized by seeing us kissing.”

“Ahh?! Maybe your daughter is used to you bringing lovers home, but mine has never seen me and I would never expose her like this. You're a filthy, vulgar person…” He was about to continue his insults. He was so angry he was about to spit with every word, but Zaraki grabbed him by the wrist and roughly led him to a dark room that appeared to be where the washer and dryer were.

“Well, Yachiru would never go near that room because it scares her. I'm installing new lights, so it's dark.”

"Sure, if you have time for this, but not for fixing the light," Mayuri said satirically. Kenpachi clicked his tongue at the criticism, already frustrated; the man in front of him was turning him on in more ways than one.

"There's no way to please you," he said, which amused Mayuri. The place wasn't that spacious, and he definitely wasn't thinking with his head anymore.

Kenpachi brought him here with the goal of just kissing him more, but things soon heated up. Leaning against the dryer, he began kissing Mayuri's neck, sniffing at hexpensive tastes, unbuttoning button by button while desperately squeezing the other's body.

"What a shame, I wanted to see your tattoos, Kurotsuchi," he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. Mayuri felt neglectful, but this side was his too; he wouldn't pretend to be a saint. Kenpachi's mouth stopped just at the edge of his sash and he straightened to ask, "Shall we use a condom?" The recipient of the question sighed shakily, unable to bear the image of Kenpachi between his legs. To hide his arousal, he spoke angrily.

"Of course, stupid, there are venereal diseases," he whispered, but his voice trembled. The heat was rising rapidly, and his pussy was already erect. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and could hear Zaraki taking off his jacket and T-shirt in the darkness. He walked away to look for the small bag hidden in a bag in the room; it was good to have a place where the children wouldn't dare cross.

Mayuri unbuttoned his own pants with one hand, while caressing Zaraki's erection through the fabric, gulping at what his touch revealed. Big, there was no other word that better described Zaraki; everything about him was big, and that said it all.

Zaraki, before pulling down his pants and putting on the condom, he turned Mayuri over, his pants were loose and fell to his ankles, then he went for his underwear.

Kurotsuchi moaned when he felt Zaraki's fingers on his wet pussy. His fingers were thick and made him sigh loudly, when they moved in circles, he couldn't hold back any longer and moaned as softly as he could. His mouth was quickly covered, and he felt a wall around him that threatened to crush him if he made another sound. Ready, and so was Zaraki, the latter roughly squeezed and separated Mayuri's buttocks to slowly insert his cock, which was total torture for the doctor.

"Let's finish this quickly, fuck." Mayuri asked, his voice was his new delight and Kenpachi he moved slowly on purpose, going in slowly and pulling out slowly until everything flowed faster. Mayuri gasped as he felt the swollen walls of his pussy stretching.

"You're tight," he moaned. Luckily, he was very wet, though tight. Kenpachi thought this was great, while Zaraki held Kurotsuchi by the hips, preventing him from falling. His flesh was so soft that he felt it would tear him apart, even though he was moving at a good pace.

Mayuri was trembling and already felt like he was going to come. "So fast?" he thought. He was surprised at how quickly he climaxed. His mouth was covered again, the pace increased, and the dryer shook beneath them because it was tilted sideways. Kenpachi could feel that pussy contracting around his cock with each of Mayuri's orgasms. His eyes simply closed and watering. The thrusts became longer and deeper; at this pace, and with all this stimulation, Kenpachi would cum soon too.

Small, almost inaudible moans came from Mayuri. He twisted his neck to kiss him. Zaraki's tongue filled his mouth, and his free hand scraped over his girdle, sending shivers down his spine. Kenpachi pulled away only to announce he was cumming. Mayuri held on tightly to receive the final thrusts as he came inside him. He continued thrusting in and out until Mayuri stopped trembling on his cock.

Exhausted, they rested for a few seconds until Mayuri stopped seeing floating locs. He quickly stood up and got ready as best he could.

"I'm going to the bathroom, give me that," he said, He took off the used condom and running off to the bathroom to get ready. He grabbed his bag and hid the trash well.

When he came out of the bathroom, he looked almost immaculate and sat on the tatami as if nothing had happened, waiting for the water to boil again. Kenpachi only wore a silly smile, which changed to one of simple happiness when the two men's true reasons for existing came in, demanding sweets for dinner. Mayuri rubbed his temples because he still had to stay in this house longer, but at least they gave him sweets that he wouldn't admit how much he liked. Plus now he had a plumber he could call whenever he needed one.

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Special illustration for New Year 2025, featuring sunflower Mayuri and his 12th division! Source

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Orcs

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Another preview for upcoming fic @bleachsmutfest! 😈

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MAYURI'S LONG NAIL

(aka coke nail)

Spoilers for TWBY ahead, you've been warned.

I have had this conversation with a lot of other Mayuri fans by now about what is the purpose of The Nail.

Some think it's just a fashion statement, others that it's a symbol of social status (often a long pinky finger nail in places like China indicated the person was well-off and didn't do manual labour).

Many agree that it must serve a pragmatic use, be it to play a musical instrument, for self hygiene purposes or as a scooping tool of small objects, powders, etc (ehem, ehem).

And yes, I do agree any of these reasons could very well be it. We all know the man is a diva who likes to show off and that almost everything he does obeys a practical motivation.

But, there's another possibility as discussed below the dotted line in this analysis by @bleachbleachbleach (please go read it)...

It's instrumental to reach a reset button.

Now, hear me out.

He didn't have the nail as Tanuki during TBTP, as seen here.

Nor did he have it as Bug Mayuri, as demonstrated below.

You know what he also didn't have?

He also didn't have Nemu.

So, my theory and that of many other Mayuri fans, is that The Nail isn't something he needs for himself, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten rid of it - It helped him reach Nemu’s Gigai's reset button.

I believe he used it after Szayelaporro's fight, when he resuscitated her in front of Renji and Uryu who, inexpercied as they are (aka can hardly spell virgin), thought he was doing some weird sexual thing to her...

And ofc Kubo couldn't let an opportunity pass to create an awkward moment dashed with inappropriate comedy.

Anyhoo, that's my rambling done for today!

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Bleach Smut Fest 2025 - Day Two - OC: First night together

Mayuri Kurotsuchi/Suigetsu Arisawa

400 words, Smut & fluff ⚠️TW: anxiety, face sitting

Scene for my fic "The Core is demon and the hell is blue" that I toned down heavily there.

AO3 version

„Suigetsu.“ Mayuri said stopping in the door. „What?“ she asked. Mayuri glared emptily, then chuckled like crazy man he was, then fixing his eyes on hers, being all serious. „It’s been long time since I did this...“ he said. „Are you nervous?“ she asked. „Yes.“ Mayuri whispered. So am I. Thousands thoughts flied through Suigetsu’s mind. „Gotta keep it slow then. Let me guide you.“ she said. „Yes, do anything to me, but slowly.“ he said.

She peeled him and herself from clothes between steamy kisses. He was shivering, not sure if from arousal or anxiety. Probably both, because he was half hard. When he lay in her bed, which smelled as her, he was overwhelmed. She was nibbling on his neck, her hands roaming over his torso. Mayuri was in heaven. When it was, when someone was handling him so lovingly? Small tear dripped down his temple. She was licking his nipples, then moved lower. „Ah.“ Too much! Too much! „Let me taste you too.“ he said breathing heavily. Lust finally overshadowed his anxiety.

Suigetsu straddled his face, her thighs crushing his head. He didn’t resist anything, placing his hands on her ass, his eyes black pools, his senses white hot. He was tasting her like delicacy she was, then got hungry. Her moaning got him from haze, his dick throbbing painfully with anticipation. When she came on his face almost all of his anxiety was gone. She catch a breath, straddling him, positioning his dick inside her. He was watching, licking his wet lips, gasping when she sheath him completely. „Fucking hell…“

She started moving slowly, holding his hands. He catching his breath whispered „Harder.“ So she did. Pinning his wrists above his head, she fucked him without mercy. She came herself again but kept going, choking his dick with her walls. „Yare, yare…“ gasped Kurotsuchi, his eyes rolling back, he came hard, filling her with loads of seed. She separated from him lying next to him. He rolled to the side facing her, snuggled to her chest. She kissed his head, inhaling scent of his damp hair, caressing him, falling asleep.

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„Don’t go…“ Mayuri mumbled from his sleep, when Suigetsu got up. „Have to go to bathroom. It’s already morning Kurotsuchi.“ she said and disappeared. Mayuri sat in the bed, looking confused at the clock. It was quite late too. Why everything hurts? „Whatever.“ he replied, smiling to himself. When he heard shower running he got up and banged on the shower door. „Would you mind if I joined you?“ he asked. „Come in.“ Suigetsu opened in clouds of steam. Kurotsuchi grinned deviously. Gotta put to use that morning wood!

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Villain mayuri x pro hero zaraki