you'd fallen asleep inside the squad 11 barracks. not even in a bed, you were slumped against a wall near the exit. you stirred to the loud sounds of swords clashing and men grunting outside. the familiar voice of your husband, kenpachi zaraki, made you perk up, opening your eyes. you peeked out the door to watch him. kenpachi had picked a fight with ichigo kurosaki, again. you sighed, watching as kenpachi ripped his eyepatch off to release his full spiritual pressure. ichigo was quite the opponent, nearly matching kenpachi in terms of power.
"BANKAI! tensa zangetsu." ichigo revealed his bankai, and kenpachi was laughing. "oh god, he's loving this fight..." you thought to yourself. you knew that when he returned to you that his adrenaline will have taken control. something about battling worked him up like nothing else.
now that both of them were fighting at full strength things were going to get interesting. you emerged from the barracks, watching from just outside the door. kenpachi's eyes caught you for a moment, and you watched him smirk, baring his sword toward ichigo.
ichigo didn't stand a chance against him now. kenpachi turned into an animal knowing his wife was watching him. it only took a few swings of his sword to render ichigo unable to fight.
kenpachi walked back over to the division 11 barracks, smirking at you. blood dripped down his arm and chest, but you could see the adrenaline pumping through his system. you felt your heart beating through your chest as he approached you, both excited and nervous for what was about to happen.
without saying anything, he crashed his lips into yours. groaning from the taste of your lips alone. his hand wraps around your neck, applying light pressure. he presses you up against the nearest wall, exploring your mouth with his tongue. your lips moved in rhythm with his, occasionally moving your tongue across his lips or lightly biting down on him. every motion from you brought him closer to insanity, blood was pooling in his dick, he was painfully hard. he needed to take you.
he pulled away from you, even though he didn't want to, his body was drawn toward you. he dragged you into the nearest empty room, throwing you back against the wall. his lips met yours again, and you tried to mumble out words between kisses. "did so good today, kenny, so, so good." fuck. your praise turned him on even more. "won that fight because i was watching, hm? you know what i like to see? seeing my man winning..." kenpachi groaned against you, and picked you up. he put you down on the abandoned, empty, desk. his fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants and panties, pulling both off in one go.
you feel cold air hit your pussy as he rips your thighs apart with an iron grip. his fingerprints are sure to leave bruises later. he looks up at you from between your legs, "i'm gonna ruin this pussy, sweetheart." he's ravenous, growling as he latches his lips to your clit. he grunted pulling off of your clit, "fuck, my girl tastes so sweet." his tongue drags up your pussy, from your throbbing hole that is clenching around nothing, back to your clit. he was feral, alternating between sucking and lapping at your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue. you squirmed around, trying to escape his grasp. your back arched, only pushing you closer to him. he was moaning at your taste still, "that's right, trying to run away only brings this greedy pussy closer to me, she knows what she wants." he laughed, pushing one of his long, thick, fingers into you.
his finger stretched you out, you could feel each of his callouses drag across your walls, moaning as he pressed into your g-spot. "shit- captain..." you felt him smirk when you called him captain, and he gave you another finger. "ngh- feels s'good..." your hips desperately tried to move. you heard another low and deep growl come from kenpachi, this one full of more need than before, "fuck, i can't do this, i need to feel you around me right now before i go insane. you drive me fuckin' crazy sweetheart."
he let his grip from your thighs go, moving to pull of his robes now. "stay just like that, spread your legs nice n wide f'me." you nodded, keeping your thighs as apart as you could manage, your glistening cunt on display. he was salivating looking at you and you could see how hard he was before he removed his boxers. he made a shockingly slow display of removing his clothes, "go on, touch yourself if you want." you knew it was a demand, rather than an option. your hand slid down your body and 2 of your fingers pushed into your pussy. you curled them up, trying to find the spot that he always touched with ease. "see, it's never as good unless it's my touch. i want you to remember that, sweet girl." with that, he ripped of his clothes and lined up his cock with your entrance, "you want this?"
"yes, i need it, please." you whined, bucking your hips up, trying to get him to fuck you. the fat head of his cock stretched you open, you gasped at the sudden intrusion. he slowly gave you the rest of him, inch by inch. you could feel every ridge and vein of him, he was so thick. he grunted as he bottomed out and watched you squirm underneath him. your eyes were shut and lips parted, small pants and moans coming from them. "you're so wet, did watching me fight get you turned on?" he grinned at you, slowly pulling his hips back, now just the tip of his dick remained inside of you. "yes, yes it did, i- i love watching you fight." he slammed into you, "that's what i thought, my little slut loves watching me in battle, fuck- feelin' so good around me... needed to feel this."
he thrusted into you, taking a brutal pace now. you moaned and babbled about how good it felt. everything was so good, and so overwhelming that you couldn't think straight anymore. he pulled your legs up over his shoulders to hit a new angle, his tip slamming into your sweet spot with each snap of his hips. each thrust had you gasping out his name in pure ecstasy, not caring how loud you were being despite the place. he clamped his hand over your mouth, "you're gonna need to be quiet, i know you're feeling good right now, but be quiet for me, okay." he voice was deep, almost scary.
he manhandled you, flipping you so you were bent over the desk. his hand was able to clamp over your mouth easier, trying to silence you. quiet whimpers and whines escaped through his fingers still. with him fucking you in this position he was hitting so deep, filling you up all the way. you so badly wanted to scream out his name, to let everyone know who was fucking you this good. his other hand snaked between your legs to touch your clit. you clenched around him, "feeling your needy cunt sucking me in, needing more, fuck, it drives me crazy." he leaned down, more of his body weight pressing into you, and his teeth made contact with your shoulder. he bit down and then soothed the area with his tongue. he nipped at your neck, groaning at the taste and feel.
each bite was emphasized with a harder thrust into you. you bit down on your lip to quiet yourself more. his thumb toyed with your sensitive clit, and you felt yourself on the edge of an orgasm. you tightened around him, your body begging to cum. "can i- can i cum, please captain zaraki.." you whimpered into his hand. "so good, asking for me, cum for me sweetheart." his rhythm became erratic as he reached his own orgasm. your pussy spasmed around him and your whole body shook. liquid gushed from your cunt, spilling onto the desk beneath you. your body collapsed into the desk, exhausted.
he was already dropping to his knees before you, spreading your legs apart, "i need to finish what i started earlier." he licked his lips before diving back into your pussy. his cum dripped out of you, but he didn't care. he wanted so badly to clean up his girl with his tongue. the mixture of your juices and his cum dripped down his chin as he devoured you. your pussy was still so sensitive from your first orgasm that you were close already. it felt so good that it almost hurt. your brain was foggy, in a pleasure induced haze. you whispered his name, "kenpachi, aah, i'm- i'm close." he didn't slow down, he gripped your thighs harder, surely leaving fingerprint shaped bruises. he gave you one last suck on your clit, and you were cumming again. his tongue lapped up everything you had to give him. he was growling with each lick, he was obsessed with you.
shit. he was hard again.
you rolled over, sitting up to face him. you noticed his... issue. this time it was you smirking, "want me to help with that, captain?" you slowly sank to your knees. he nodded, and slapped his heavy cock on your cheek. your lips parted, eagerly waiting to take him in. he teased your mouth, placing his tip on your lips, and pulling away each time you stuck your tongue out to lick him. "please, let me make you feel good." you begged.
he grunted in approval. you licked up his shaft, making eye contact with him. you took him into your mouth, inch by inch until he was touching the back of your throat. you gagged around him, eliciting a loud moan from him. his fingers intertwined with your hair, gently pulling at it, "my sweet girl, so dedicated to making me feel good." his head was thrown back, and eyes screwed shut. as tough as he seemed, receiving head was one of his weaknesses. you bobbed your head, and used your hand on the rest of his length that your mouth didn't cover. each movement made him curse or call out your name, no longer caring about being quiet. rules be damned, his woman had her lips wrapped around his dick right now.
he pushed your head down, taking him all the way into your throat again. he held you there, gagging, your nose meeting his pubic bone. "fuckkkk- that's it, take it." his grip on your hair remained but he thrusted into your mouth. he was close, fucking your mouth. "gonna cum, right into your greedy mouth." he held your head in place, cumming deep down your throat. you swallowed every drop, "good girl, took me so well."
you stood up, and he pulled you in for a kiss, "i'm so lucky i married you."
The dim light of the barrack filtered through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the bloodstained floor. Kenpachi Zaraki sat shirtless on the edge of a cot, his massive frame hunched forward, wild black hair spilling over his shoulders like a mane. The air reeked of antiseptic and iron.
The other's hands moved with precise grace, channeling kidou into the gaping wounds across his chest and torso—wounds that should have killed any other man ten times over. But Kenpachi only grinned, jagged and feral, eyeing the ceiling as if bored.
It hung at his side, unnaturally loose. When he shifted slightly, the limb swayed like a pendulum.
Thick cords of tendon—three, maybe four—were all that kept it tethered to his shoulder. Muscle and bone had been severed clean through, leaving the arm connected by those few stubborn strands, pale and glistening.
He glanced down at it, as if noticing it for the first time. Then he shrugged: the motion made the arm swing gently.
"Tch. Still attached, ain’t it?" His voice was gravel and amusement. "Good enough."
And here is the last one of the four idiots! The tallest, the strongest, the captain of 11th squad: Kenpachi Zaraki! /o/
I love this dude. He makes me smile and laugh so many times. I love his fight against Ichigo. I love his fight against Tôsen. I love his fight against Nnoitra. (And I never read/watch the others because I quited Bleach when Ichigo lose his powers.)
I love the fact that this character is not that easy to catch. At first, he looks like a dumb barbarian but...
Then, you discover that he doesn't hesitate to lower his strenght to enjoy his fights because, if not, he gets bored and sad.
Later, you discover that he's a single father who decided to adopt a tiny girl in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to really take care of her. And he's so gentle with her: yes, he calls her "idiot" every two minutes, but he stays calm all the time no matter how unfair and harsh she's with him. He protects her (I've got this hc that if he so much wanted to become a Shinigami and to chose her as a second, it's to keep her away from the Rukongai), he follows her, he loves her. Better, he gave her the name of his idol: a woman.
Yes, because this huge guy who loves to fight is far away from being a macho man. He doesn't care about your gender (Unohana), your appearance (Komamura) or your sexual orientation (Yumichika), as long as you're a strong fighter too. And when Orihime arrived at the 11th squad HQ, he made no comment about the fact that she's a woman and he agreed to follow her right away (yes, she's Ichigo's friend and that what matters the most for him, and yet...).
Honestly, Kenpachi is a giant kid and I loooove him. I also love the way Kubo draws him: so thin and yet, so muscular. I never succeed to draw him the right way, but I'll try again, and again and again. The Rukongai haircut is my favorite.
Here’s a shitty Kenpachi sketch (his head lives free from his body lmao)
I’m having an exam in 2 hours and I don’t know shit about laws (i’m not in law uni, but I have a mandatory law-class-for-dummies and I just wanna cry). Wish me the 70% for passing!🥹
