#kurotsuchi mayuri x reader

[nolhann]

“ You really are an interesting subject”

Is it really a win situation?

Yes

also anatomy is dumb and hard ;-;

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[thefarminggoblin]

Cuddling with the Gotei 13, with visuals

I’ve been in a super soft mood lately so here are some soft headcanons for the captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13.

This is a part 1.

In order, the to do list is:

- Lieutenants

- Seated officers

- Vizards

- Arrancar + defectors

- Karakura gang

No warnings. Just good ol’ fashioned fluff 🥰

🔥 Yamamoto

(platonic - are there any simps I should apologise to here?)

“Yes, what is-OH!” He’s surprised as you jump into his arms. He’s not sure if it’s appropriate for him to return the hug. If it’s a spontaneous friendly hug, he’d probably just pull away a little and ruffle your hair fondly or pat your shoulder, “While I appreciate the affection, I am not sure what it was you are seeking. However, you could be spending your time much more productively. Now, go and finish your duties.”

BUT! If you’re visibly upset over something he wouldn’t hesitate to give you a comforting bear hug. “There, there. Whatever is bothering you, you are strong enough to push through it. Until then, you have my ear.”

🥷 Soi Fon

You wake up, unable to move. “Soi-chan?” No response. You try wriggling, but the more you struggle the more you become trapped, “Soi-chan, we need to get up.”

“Mmm… a few more minutes won’t kill anyone.”

“…you sound like Captain Urahara.”

You’ve never seen get out of bed so fast.

💉 Unohana Retsu

Her sweet voice rouses you from sleep, “Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, honey.”

She kisses your forehead. You move to leave, only to find yourself suddenly caged in underneath her, a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

“Shall we take advantage of these early hours?” Her voice has dropped a few octaves, and you find yourself unwilling to leave her embrace as she begins peppering kisses down your neck.

🌸 Kuchiki Byakuya

You gaze into the beautiful slate grey eyes of your lover. His face is serene, his eyes half lidded and a tiny smile on his lips. You’re both still trying to catch your breath after your previous… activities. The tender expression on his face as he strokes your cheek ever so softly makes your heart ache. You adore him, and he adores you. You mirror his movements, hoping to convey the same emotion, brushing away some of the hair sticking to his damp forehead.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

His eyes widen slightly, gasping so softly you swear you imagined it. “I mean it, ‘Kuya. You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

He takes your hand and kisses the palm, then your wrist. He shifts himself slightly to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your brow.

“Beloved, it is you who are the beautiful one.”

You wriggle even closer to him, nestling your head under his chin as he draws you in. You fall asleep to the soft sounds of his soft breathing.

🦊 Komamura Sajin

You treasure mornings like this. Mornings when it’s raining heavily, and the two of you are snuggled together. Gazing into each other’s eyes, stroking each other’s faces, tangled up in each other’s arms.

“Sajin?”

“Yes, dearest?”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do-“

“In both forms.”

His eyes widen in disbelief.

“You don’t have to keep shifting for my sake. I know it takes a toll on you. Your appearance doesn’t change how I feel.”

His eyes tear up, but he can’t bear to expose you to his insecurities getting the better of him, so he buries his head in your chest and draws you to him.

His shoulders start shaking and you feel your heart break, “Oh sweetheart, no, it’s okay.”

“Are you certain you can love me in my other form?” His voice is muffled but you can hear it crack with emotion.

You cup his face and make him look at you, “It’s who you are. I wouldn’t change you for the world.”

He sighs and kisses your eyelids before gently pressing his lips to yours.

You grin, “And besides. You’re super cuddly either way, my love.”

Finally, he smiles, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

🍶 Kyoraku Shunsui

You’re suddenly tackled onto the bed, and Shunsui is merciless as he tickles your sides, “And just wheeeere do you think you’re going, hmm?”

You’re laughing so much you can’t breathe. “Sh-shuun- AHAHAHAA- st-stoooop-“

Brief, bristly kisses are placed up and down the column of your neck, “I will as soon as you tell me where you hid it.”

“N-never!”

“I see.” He says gravely as he stops, sighing, “Tsk, I’ll have to resort to some other tactics then.”

“I-I s-s-suurrende-AHH SHUNSTOPPIT!!” He’s tickling again, this time blowing raspberries into your skin. “I GIVE UUUUP.”

He stops and pulls you onto his chest, pressing kisses against your scalp as he runs his hands up and down your back soothingly. He sighs as he runs his fingers through your hair, wishing the moment could last longer. But he had to leave before his lieutenant scolded him for his tardiness.

“So, a deal’s a deal. Where’d you put my hat, petal?”

❄️ Hitsugaya Toshiro

“‘Toshi?”

You’ve caught him napping on his office couch again. A flash of annoyance runs through you; judging by the dark circles under his eyes, you can guess that he’s been pulling long hours, trying to pick up his lieutenant’s slack again. He’s likely spent the night in his office.

He needs real sleep. You try to gently rouse him, stroking his hair and face gently and calling his name.

“Mmm… whaaaa?” He eventually opens his eyes, blinking rapidly. They’re bloodshot from eye strain. You take his hand and give a little tug.

“Come on, honey. You need to get some sleep in a real bed. It’ll be more comfortable.” You make to pull him up again, but tugs right back, and you fall back onto the couch with a yelp.

Before you can protest, he readjusts the both of you, encompassing you in his arms and pressing a few kisses on your face. It’s surprisingly comfortable. He sighs, nuzzling his face against yours.

“I’ve got all the comfort I require right here.”

🗡 Zaraki Kenpachi

You knew better than to ambush Kenpachi while he was doing his hair, but getting payback for him bumping your arm - on purpose - while you were doing your make up yesterday was far too tempting.

However, now you found yourself in the middle of the most intense pillow fight of your life. You’d managed to get to the bedroom faster than him, getting in 2 decent shots before you were unarmed.

In hindsight: this was a TERRIBLE idea.

“You’ve done it now, kid.” His face lights up with glee as he snatches the 2 offending objects from the floor and lobs them at you, which lands you flat on your back on the bed.

You manage to grab one and throw it back, but he catches it single handedly. He springs onto the bed, straddling you, the pillow raised above his head as he grins maniacally.

“Any last words?”

You did the only thing you could think of: spring up and throw your arms around his waist, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.

“Truce?”

“Truce.” The pillow was thrown to the side, and suddenly you were laying on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. “I win, though.”

🧪 Kurotsuchi Mayuri

In the blink of an eye, the book you’re reading is ripped from your grasp and thrown across the room. A split second later the air leaves your lungs as your lover’s head lands on your chest, his body crushing yours.

“‘yuri, can’t… breathe…”

“Mmmph.” He grunts, shifting his body so you’re not completely smothered and you take a deep breath. He huffs, burying his face in your chest.

“Bad day?”

“Mmph...”

“Failed experiment?”

“Mmph.”

“Poor dear.”

“Mmph!!”

“Oh. Head rubs. Gotcha.”

“…mmph.”

He’s asleep in minutes, snoring softly. He may conduct countless experiments on himself to improve his stamina, but he’ll never be a robot.

🍵 Ukitake Jushiro

Jushiro places a soft kiss on your lips as you slowly open your eyes, “Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”

His soft smile is almost blinding, “Mmm, how long have you been awake?”

“Not very long.” He smirks, mischief suddenly gleaming in his eyes, “You had quite the look on your face.”

“…I was dreaming.”

“Oh, was it an interesting dream?”

You smirk back at him, you fingers tap dancing on his chest, “…possibly.”

He chuckles, “I see. Then, shall we make your dream a reality?”

You’re suddenly pinned underneath him, laughing as he peppers your face with kisses. It quickly becomes heated, all deep kisses and roaming hands and-

“You wrecked it, monkey brains!”

“No, YOU wrecked it, booger breath!”

-aaaand there they are. You huff, the moment ruined. Jushiro rolls off you, a frustrated groan leaving him as he pulls the sheets over his head.

“I’m not here.”

You join him. “Neither am I.”

#I’m trying to branch out of JUST writing for Jushiro #but it’s hard and I’m not sure if stuff is ooc #don’t be afraid to give me feedback in the comments! #yamamoto genryusai #soi fon x reader #unohana retsu x reader #hitsugaya toshiro x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #kyoraku shunsui x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #kuchiki byakuya x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #komamura sajin x reader #bleach x reader #I took liberties with Komamura’s #man needs more love #casually ignoring canon is my toxic trait

[yarugawitch]

Mayuri/Reader: Non-Specific SFW Headcanons

I made a post with request information :) You can check it out in the masterpost or down below

art by me

>Masterpost | >Request info

Kurotsuchi wouldn't resent the fact that he harbors any romantic feelings towards you even though depending on the person it can either surprise or confuse him that something like this had even occurred. In his mind, only a fool would deny and hate something that happens naturally because trying to reject a mental and physical process is just plain weakness. And he tends to be a very straightforward man, too. However, he deems these kinds of feelings to be very... well, inconvenient with his position and status to put it simply. It would take up too much time and resources to try to meet the standards of how one usually reciprocates feelings (because of course he has to or else you would probably nag him about it) and would just literally sabotage his image in the eyes of other Shinigami which is a huge fucking deal for him. So to avoid any misunderstandings or unnecessary heartbreaks if he knows you like him Mayuri would choose to never acknowledge anything that is happening. Which is kinda... contradictory to his own opinion on the matter so he fails miserably to hide his sympathies sometimes lmao. I'm sure he can be biased toward people he likes or people who like him whether he intends to be or not

It's especially bad if you make positive, or even better enthusiastic, comments on his appearance. In this moment his ego just overshadows any last traces of the rational approach he had to the way he deals with his love for you and gives way to all kinds of other things. If he's feeling generous enough he can even let you watch him put on his makeup or plan his next outfit accessory. You said you like his hands? Why thank you! Now you can watch him show them off more frequently by gesturing or making more physical contact while touching your shoulder for a brief moment for example. You showed interest in something he made just for himself? You'll find it on your desk later whether it's food, some accessory or a small device just to make some mundane task easier and/or more fun. Actually, I also think after some time he'd even make attempts to make some adjustments to the way you dress or do your hair to match his own splendor

Would probably end up spending an embarrassing amount of time meticulously collecting info on you and unconsciously remembering everyday facts he never even thought of noting before down to... idk... the way you make your coffee or your menstrual cycle if you have one. He doesn't shun letting you know he knows

Unexpected late-night visits to his lab while he's plugging away at the last of the reports for the day are pretty much unwelcome. It's the time he spends alone and uses to muse about things however tiring it may be at such an hour. However, in this case, he realizes that having you sit next to him while he's working isn't half bad. He'd let you ask questions from time to time if you're curious and would even infodump you with various project ideas he has in mind. Being in a very disheveled state with practically no makeup on while casually sharing his thoughts is pretty intimate to him actually

Kurotsuchi should be thankful Ashisogi Jizo never takes the form shown in the Zanpakuto rebellion arc because the thing would be the biggest snitch ever. Just flying full speed into you to cuddle no matter whether under Muramasa's influence or not. He would absolutely bawl his eyes out if he somehow didn't see you nearby when releasing poison in his Konjiki form and throw a fit while doing so for everyone to see, too. Jizo's pea brain can't or doesn't want to grasp the fact that he's making a huge fool out of his own Shinigami and it's not like Mayuri can just make him explode like he did in the anime because Jizo is practically glued to you which undoubtedly will make it hurt and makes him contemplate this decision, further proving that they both share roughly the same feelings towards you. However, he does understand that his owner is trying to separate you two so Ashisogi Jizo won't hesitate to try and paralyze even him with the extruding blades if Kurotsuchi tries to get him off you. All of Mayuri's sympathy would just manifest in the most annoying way when his zanpakuto's spirit form is present, turning the yellow creature into a clingy possessive baby who constantly seeks attention by squealing non-stop, as if talking, or giving small gifts. In this scenario, Jizo would return to his sword form only if Mayuri accepted his fate of "co-parenting" for some time a.k.a. spending time together while other captains and lieutenants are busting their asses fighting their own zanpakuto

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[sixx-writes]

                       _experimenting

Kurotsuchi Mayuri x Reader | Urahara Kisuke x Reader

Word Count: 3,569

cw: noncon, light bondage, sub!Mayuri, pervert!Kisuke, threesome, creampie, anal, double penetration, fingering, rough sex, cuckolding, insults, edging, orgasm delay

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: I just had the funny idea of what would happen if Kisuke got sick of seeing you fighting with Mayuri all the time and decides to do an ‘experiment’ to fix things. (There’s barely any plot tbh just an excuse for a threesome lmao)

Other Works In The Series: observing | experimenting alt ver.

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

"What is the meaning of this?!"

It was the question you should be asking right now, but instead it was uttered by none other than the unpleasant Vice-President of R&D, Kurotsuchi Mayuri. What a sight he was restrained to the bed and fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel and his enraged expression. You couldn't begin to fathom what your Captain wanted from you or Mayuri. For it was Urahara Kisuke that had brought you here with obviously mischievous intentions.

He'd almost comically beckoned for your attention when you'd passed by outside only telling you that he needed to "Show you something interesting."

Well, it was indeed interesting.

Actually you had to smother a laugh at the idea of Mayuri being grabbed and dragged here like this for all his pride you couldn't imagine how humiliated he must be right now with both you and Urahara staring at him.

"Um, Captain..?" Since Urahara wasn't being very forthcoming with whatever this was you ventured a questioning look his way.

"I can't help but notice the two of you not getting along very well lately and well it's starting to get a bit excessive," your Captain said, scratching at the back of his neck in that way of his when things were awkward. "So I thought maybe a little intervention was in order."

"This is what you call an intervention?" you exclaimed. "More like a kidnapping. And why did you take him from the shower?!"

So what if you tended to break equipment in your anger around that arrogant ass and his always dismissive attitude towards you. No matter what you did it was as if nothing was good enough. He was only the Vice-President after all. No matter how upset you got towards him he just sounded bored as if you were a child that refused to learn a valuable lesson.

"Maa, think of this as an experiment if you will. I'm sure the end result will be quite fascinating. Right, Mayuri?"

"I doubt it."

"What the hell, Captain?!"

Both you and Mayuri spoke up simultaneously.

Urahara smirked at you, his playful nature slipping for just a moment giving you a look into something darker behind his eyes. Two of his fingers were suddenly brushing back a stray lock of your hair that had came loose from it's bun in his haste to drag you here. The gesture was far too intimate when his face was still so close to yours and you couldn't stop the flush that crept into your cheeks.

"How do you feel about me, y/n-chan?" Urahara asked without a trace of humor.

 What the hell kind of a question was that all of a sudden?!

"I-I respect you."

It was true, despite his sometimes lazy and aloof attitude.

And his questionable employee choices.

"Is that all?" he made a thoughtful noise. "And how do you feel about Kurotsuchi Mayuri?"

Your eyes darted to the man still restrained next to you on the bed, his arms above his head, and his mood having calmed somewhat. You could still sense an aggressive rise in his spiritual pressure which told you he was only outwardly controlling his emotions. For now.

"He's an arrogant ass. Trying to accomplish my work here is insufferable," you answered without breaking eye contact with the soul reaper in question.

"This is all very amusing," Mayuri said in his usual bored drawl unaffected by your honesty and you gritted your teeth. "Whatever foolish nonsense you're planning get on with it. I have work to do." He finished with a theatrical roll of his eyes.

It dawned on you this was the first time you'd ever seen Mayuri without his makeup or his ear.. things. The gold of his eyes contrasted against the dark tone of his skin in a way that wasn't all bad even you had to admit. The lack of ears and blue hair still made the soul reaper unusual looking just.. not all bad.

Urahara sighed, "I suppose it can't be helped then. Might as well begin this experiment."

"Urahara-taichou..?!"

Your brain lagged momentarily when Kisuke's lips were suddenly against your own. There was no warning and you barely even sensed him moving next to you until he made contact. Your face burned and shock left you too stupid to react right away but when you did you slapped him.

 Hard.

"That was out of line," you spluttered. "What the fuc-"

You tried to hit him again only this time he caught your wrist pulling you into him, into another kiss. The entire scenario felt like some weird dream and maybe it was because of how you tentatively responded to him, your tongue lightly probing into his mouth as if he would bite you. He moaned lowly into your mouth and it shot tingles up your spine.

It wasn't like you hadn't noticed that your Captain was attractive or how he casually flirted with you before now. It had just felt playful like everything else when it came to Urahara Kisuke. Or so you'd thought. The way he was hungrily devouring your mouth with his own in that moment told you a different story. It left you trapped in a loop of endless what if scenarios all of them ending badly for getting involved with a Captain in this way. Your Captain.

It had been a roller coaster ever since Kisuke had brought you here, one that had you so caught up you had momentarily forgotten Mayuri's existence until he spoke again, "So, you're a pervert as well. Am I to be a witness to your vulgarities as some form of punishment? How stupid."

Your eyes flew open with a startled gasp and you broke away from Kisuke panting and confused.

"Is it?", Kisuke said with wry amusement clearly not phased in the same way as you. "I wonder."

Before you can even begin to process Kisuke's hand is around your arm dragging you towards the bed, forcing you onto it with Mayuri. He climbed in behind you making the mattress dip and you half tumble backwards against his chest. His grip is like iron around your wrists as he holds you against him chuckling darkly at your ear; the size difference between the two of you has never been so painfully clear as it was right then. The two of you are between Mayuri's spread and restrained legs with Kisuke radiating calmness as if it's a normal occurrence that happened every Tuesday for him.

"You see, y/n-chan, he likes to watch," Kisuke said it softly as if it were for your ears only but you knew that Mayuri could hear as well with his modified auditory systems. "I thought what better way to relieve the tension than to put on a nice show for him, hmm?"

"What the fuck are you saying, Urahara-taichou?!" you nearly screamed at what he was implying and his long fingers came up to cover your mouth.

"Shh," Kisuke hissed. "It's late you know. People are trying to sleep."

The fingers of his other hand trail lightly across the curve of your breast where it had partially slipped out of your hakama in your struggles and you yelp.

You risk a glance at Mayuri and your heart stutters. His eyes are hooded now, and maybe it's because he's without his face paint, but he seemed almost-

Kisuke's hand is beneath your hakama interrupting that line of thought when he felt your resistance waver, cupping and squeezing your breast, his palm rough against your nipple drawing it to immediate hardness. Your back is a tight bow reacting entirely on reflex to escape the unhinged situation you were in but it only served to press your hardened nipple more firmly against his kneading grasp.

"Mhf-!"

The noise you made wasn't one that you wanted to hear, your rational brain still telling you, screaming at you to leave.

"See? You like it too, right?" Kisuke's voice was a purr against the sensitive skin behind your ear. You hated how quickly you'd became responsive to his whim and didn't fight when he took both of your wrists behind your back freeing your mouth. You were already mewling softly as Kisuke started tugging your hakama open exposing more of your flesh to his and Mayuri's gaze. The air of the lab is cold against your breasts in contrast with the hot soft kisses being placed all over the column of your throat as Kisuke toys with you.

You hate yourself even more feeling the erection pressing against your backside and only feeling a flutter in your lower stomach. It should be distressing not turning you on as much as it is when you realize just how big your Captain's cock is.

"You have to stop," you said with the last strands of your sanity. "I can't-"

Not with Mayuri looking at you like that.

It was wrong and yet.. why did it turn you on so much?

"Why?" You could feel him smirking against your skin. His fingertips started to move lower from where he'd been tracing small circles between your breasts, over your navel, "When you're already so wet for me."

Your protest died on your tongue as he silenced you with another kiss, his hand dipping down to seek out your arousal. When Kisuke brushed your swollen clit you couldn't help the cry that slipped out. He continued circling there, collecting your wetness and spreading it around for easier friction, stimulating you to greater heights with skilled precision. Unconsciously, you spread your legs wider to allow him easier access and he laughed quietly at your willingness.

Your hakama had fallen down your waist, pooling around your hips on the bed, the last barrier covering what was left of your dignity. It didn't stop the lewd wet noises coming from your cunt when Kisuke slipped his fingers inside you continuing those same circular motions around that sensitive spongy patch that had your toes curling.

"Ura.. hara-taichou," just getting his name out was difficult through the static that filled your head. Kisuke seemed to know just how to move and how fast you liked it as he finger fucked you in a way that felt better than most cock you'd had up until this point.

"Are you going to cum for me, y/n-chan?" Kisuke's voice was against the shell of your ear, his breathing a little harder than before as he fingered you.

"Even I didn't think this would be so easy but I guess I underestimated how much of a slut you really are. Look," his grip was on your chin forcing you to look at Mayuri as your eyes flew open. "Mayuri-san would agree I think."

The scientist was the most disheveled you'd ever seen him, strands of damp hair stuck to his forehead above hooded molten gold eyes, his mouth set in a sneer. Most notably was the tent in the towel covering his hips. It was somehow the most shocking thing that had happened so far. You had never imagined Kurotsuchi Mayuri as a sexual person, for that matter you barely even saw him as a person.

"Urahara," Mayuri said, seething with suppressed anger.

"I feel a little bad for him, don't you, y/n-chan? Let's help him out."

You were shoved forward, forced to catch yourself on your hands so that you landed on all fours to keep your face from hitting Mayuri's dick. Kisuke meanwhile took advantage of his new position behind you, shamelessly grinding his clothed erection against your ass. You realized what he intended to do just as your hakama was yanked off down your legs the rest of the way.

Mayuri spoke again, "I'll never forgive you for this. Never. You truly are despicable, Urahara Kisuke."

Kisuke huffed out a laugh licking the last of your juices from his fingers before responding, "That may be true but I don't need to hear that from you. Now then, y/n-chan. I think we have teased him enough."

"W-What are you saying?" you said it even though you already knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Maa, don't play coy now. I'll stop you know," the blunt head of Kisuke's cock was stroking tantalizingly at your entrance without actually going in. Just smearing the mess he made of you earlier all over. "Such a lovely wet cunt you have, too. Would be a waste."

Your head was spinning, you were so close, so needy from Kisuke's words and skill that even sucking Mayuri's cock sounded not unappealing in that moment if it meant you would feel Kisuke inside you.

Besides that there was something strangely erotic seeing the arrogant scientist in such a compromising position beneath you, aroused by you. Your hands shook as you slowly dragged the towel off of his body, his swollen erection springing up from underneath. It lay heavy and thick against his stomach in a pool of precum, the head flushed an angry red, and it twitched as your breath ghosted over it in your surprise. A row of gold barbells adorned the underside; like everything else about Mayuri his cock was modified as well.

It should have bothered you how easily, hell, how eager you took Mayuri's cock in hand dragging a wheeze out of his chest just from touching him.

"Stop-!" he said. "Don't touch me, woman."

You ignored him and ran your tongue over the slit feeling a fresh bead of salty precum coat your tongue. You were feeling nearly drunk with arousal by then just wanting to see Mayuri's composure shatter entirely more than anything at that point. You took him fully into your mouth and started to suck in earnest, rolling your tongue around the head and bobbing up and down his length, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Mayuri tried to hide how good he was feeling until you took him all the way down your throat and held him there, snaking your tongue out from underneath to run it over his balls. He moaned loudly, brokenly, finally giving in to pleasure just as Kisuke took you from behind, your own moans drowned out by Mayuri's cock. The force of Kisuke's hard thrusts coupled with the bruising grip he had on your hips and the feeling of being filled at both ends had you spiraling into orgasm almost instantly.

You were thankful there was something in your mouth to silence your screams because you probably would have awakened the entirety of Soul Society.

You had never even entertained the idea of being a degenerate but Kisuke's experiment was making you discover all kinds of new things about yourself. Kisuke didn't give you time to recover and kept fucking you through the remnants of your orgasm, the sound of his thrusts turning wetter and louder than before while you rested your cheek on Mayuri's stomach, his neglected cock giving a few twitches next to your face.

"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Kisuke groaned.

No, you're just big, you thought, able to feel every inch of him, every vein that stroked the most sensitive parts of your walls perfectly.

Kisuke's rhythm started to falter and turn erratic and you knew he was getting close too just as your second orgasm neared. When he came he pulled you into him, his chest against your back, kissing you sloppily and moaning into your mouth as he filled you with his cum until it dripped over his balls.

"Pervert," Mayuri hissed in disgust while still being frustrated himself. Your blowjob hadn't nearly been enough to satisfy him.

You slipped off of Kisuke feeling his cum drooling from your cunt in ropy strands as you climbed over Mayuri, straddling his slender hips, positioning him at your entrance. The slide onto Mayuri's thick length was smooth using Kisuke's and your own cum as lube. He let out a bitten off moan as you rode him, reveling in the new texture that his piercings gave. Mayuri's expression changed to something absolutely feral as you slowed down to an unsatisfying level as you felt him getting close edging him on purpose.

He wanted nothing more than to take over and fuck you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

How dare you deny him like this.

"Whore," Mayuri cursed you feeling you tighten around him at the expletive and he had to suppress a gasp. "You're no different than he is, perverted woman."

Once you had waited long enough for his orgasm to subside you started moving again with reckless abandon, your breasts bouncing wildly each time your ass connected with a slap. You were impatient for your own end as well but you wanted this, needed this. To see Mayuri suffer beneath you was exhilarating even if you should be horrified at yourself for having such thoughts. Eventually, you tired yourself out and laid across his body into a more intimate position pressing your breasts against his chest and rocking your hips instead, Mayuri's face only inches from your own.

It gave Kisuke a better view of your pussy being stretched out from behind as he lazily stroked his own cock, still hard from watching you fuck Mayuri. A devious smile played across his lips as he had a most interesting idea watching your second hole winking invitingly.

You jumped in surprise when you felt Kisuke's thumb dragging wetness from your cunt upwards over your asshole circling there until there was enough for him to press inwards past the resisting ring of muscle.

"Urahara-taichou!" you said with an edge of warning. "What-?!"

"Try and relax, y/n-chan."

 That was hard to do with Kisuke's finger invading your virgin anus.

At first it just felt strange and uncomfortable but as he worked deeper you keened overly-loud before you could stop yourself his exploration having found a new source of your pleasure. He worked patiently to relax you until he could get another finger in, collecting more of your slick to thoroughly lubricate your ass. Knowing what was coming after Kisuke's fingers made you shaky and unable to do anything but pant against Mayuri's throat.

You were just so fucking overwhelmed by everything already when you felt Kisuke teasing entry with his cock you nearly panicked.

Until Kisuke trailed his hand over your spine in a comforting gesture, "Be a good girl for me and relax, ok? I won't do anything to hurt you." His voice was soft and you knew he was telling the truth. You relaxed your body's natural resistance as much as you could with the pressure of having your cunt filled from below as Kisuke attempted pressing inside you again.

You felt gut punched once he managed the tight slide into your empty hole and you let out a soundless cry. You'd never known such fullness before now and Kisuke showed enough mercy to allow your ass to adjust to his size. Just having both men inside you without moving had you nearly crying.

The last of Kisuke's restraint broke when he saw you looking back at him with teary eyes unable to speak. When his hips started to move you did let out a sob, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. Mayuri let out a hiss next to you feeling Kisuke move through that thin wall of tissue separating the two men's cocks.

"Hmm, guess it's no good for you, Mayuri-san," Kisuke let out a resigned sigh and weakened the kido around his Vice-President enough so he would be able to fuck you. "Doesn't seem like she can take anymore, ufu~."

Mayuri wasted no time snapping his hips up into yours making you wail.

Unlike Kisuke his pace was brutal only seeking his own release forcing himself inside your overly-tight hole and not caring how rough he was being with you.

It was for that reason that it felt fucking amazing.

You were mindless between them, having already came twice within a few minutes.

"Stupid woman. Cumming from something like this. You really are.. a whore, aren't you?" Mayuri was continuously whispering filth to you the entire time making your eyes roll back in combination with the punishment from his cock. You can't do anything but take the abuse of your holes by the two men until you feel Mayuri go still inside you with a low moan. More hot wetness leaks from inside you with Kisuke not far behind leaving you an absolute wreck.

Once your thoughts have came back to something coherent you slowly raise yourself up off of Mayuri on shaky limbs, feeling his softening cock slip from you with a grimace.

You made the mistake of looking at his expression and immediately regret it as he gave you a thin smile that sets your cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

 What did you just do?!

"If that's what you wanted you could have simply asked," Mayuri said with his usual arrogance back in place.

"Shut up! I'm going to bed. Urahara-taichou I'll deal with you later."

Kisuke yelped as you landed a kick to his shin on the way by gathering your crumpled hakama from the floor and nearly falling several times on the way out as your legs didn't want to hold you up.

Yes you would be thinking of many ways to deal with your Captain just as soon as your ass stopped being sore.

#urahara kisuke x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #bleach #urahara kisuke #kurotsuchi mayuri #mayuri kurotsuchi

[blasphemecel]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi ― Truce

PAIRING: Mayuri Kurotsuchi/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.6k TYPE: Crackfic WARNING: Some NSFW jokes NOTE: Note: This is the same reader character as Thorn In Your Side, but you can read it without reading the first one

Someone left a note for Kurotsuchi Mayuri outside of office hours, which was impressive considering he worked until late at night. Whoever it was must've been very adamant not to cross paths with him and relay the message verbally. He examined the envelope with visible boredom, toying with the edges.

It was possible this came from the Captain Commander. Only Yamamoto was ancient enough for it to be reasonable to write a letter instead of contact Mayuri through the computer system, but then again, he was among cavemen. It could've been something the brute Zaraki asked the toddler to write for him (obviously, he had to be illiterate).

After he ripped the wrapping, Mayuri realized this was not Yamamoto's handwriting, though the paper had been folded and the words in the upper right corner brought a smile to his face.

Kuchiki, Byakuya Division 6, Captain Letter of Complaint Subject: [L/n] [Y/n], Division 12, Unseated Officer

Amazing. You could get in huge trouble for whatever transgression you committed against him. It was also nice to know you had become the bane of someone else's existence for once. The excitement at the prospect of having an excuse to fire you could've been enough to give him a boner on a bad day. Mayuri controlled his movements like he was trying to prolong the moment before he opened a long-awaited present, manic grin widening with every passing beat.

Dear Captain Kurotsuchi,

I would like to know how you have allowed that waste of a Shinigami to happen?

Whatever happiness Mayuri may have been feeling vanished. His eye twitched.

That snob Byakuya had some nerve using this as his opening line, addressing him in such an insolent manner. Maybe this was why he was an embarrassment to his clan, because he said shit like this. And... an unexpected defensiveness came over him. Sure, he had called you worse, but that was between you and him. Considering Byakuya's lieutenant was about as smart as a bag of rocks, Mayuri did not want to hear his criticisms of you.

Perhaps it was hypocritical since he had been excited to read all about it earlier, but he found it wasn't half as satisfying as he had imagined. Definitely nothing to jizz about. Regardless, he had to continue.

What were you thinking, letting an unseated officer prance around psychoanalyzing people?

Okay, Mayuri did not let you do that. It was one of those things you went off to do on your own, like usual. But that was part of the game, which Byakuya didn't understand since he seemed to be a moron or because he didn't care, but either way Mayuri disliked that the blame for your horrid behavior fell on him.

He was a man of research, however, and because of this, curiosity about what you had said to prompt this plagued him.

Surely if you had disciplined the fool properly, they would know they have no right to speak to me in that way. A District 72 runt of no standing to a captain such as myself, nonetheless.

There was the obligatory nobleman drivel. Though he found it interesting how you had pissed off Byakuya enough that he went and dug into your background. Mayuri scratched his chin.

This was a misunderstanding of your character. Mayuri had 'put you in your place' many times throughout the centuries you had known each other. It was just that it accomplished nothing. Since you were both dedicated scientists, things changed over the years, of course, since stagnancy wasn't beneficial. But something that wasn't prone to evolution was your audacity. Again, the notion that Mayuri tolerated you without repercussions was insulting.

And you knew you had 'no right' to say whatever you had said to Byakuya, probably. It didn't stop you from doing so, was all.

It disgusts me to type this out or think about it again, but nevermind. Needless to say, I don't appreciate being told that I am 'frustrated (in a vulgar manner of sorts) because of my self-inflicted vow of celibacy' and other such presumptuous things. Especially from the likes of that person.

I would hereby like to request [L/n] [Y/n]'s expulsion. I think it is a reasonable punishment for the level of disrespect I endured. Thank you in advance.

Regards, Kuchiki Byakuya

'Regards'? Bastard.

Then again, this went to prove Captain Kuchiki really was not an expert judge of character. Mayuri would sooner swallow acid (which he did sometimes whenever he was in the mood for developing a new unnecessarily potent drug) than let somebody boss him around. Maybe Byakuya's wish would have come true if he hadn't worded it like this. He moved his creepy chin-scratching down to his neck and stuck out his tongue, and his eyes darted around in different directions.

Yes, there was only one way to deal with this.

___

Your latest venture was therapy, so you set up office hours and everything.

You were one of the few people from Division Twelve who ever saw the sun more than once a month. Though Mayuri didn't like this 'going outside' thing you tended to do since it prevented him from supervising you, he never sent out someone to track you since that was similar to admitting defeat, and he never went looking for you because you thrived on negative attention. And, really, he had better things to do.

Then there was his method of surveying. When word got out he had set up cameras everywhere, it turned into a discussion about HR violations, since a lot of his subordinates filed complaints about it because he scared them shitless. His ability to monitor them when he wasn't in the immediate vicinity had disconcerted them. The Gotei 13 held a meeting about it, but then it turned in a two-hour debate during which Mayuri insisted that the other Captains were morons for not doing the same as him, and the matter never got settled.

After this, you called him a 'peeping Tom' and Mayuri publically denounced you as a degenerate. But that was beside the point and wasn't even the first time he had done so.

Since no one elected themselves as a subject to your counseling, you decided to satisfy your curiosity by forcing your therapy onto someone. Not that everybody avoided your services because you were stupid. Some people suspected you had so many screws loose because you knew so much you went crazy.

Mostly, the problem was that whatever you had planned was guaranteed to be unpleasant.

Byakuya was a skilled captain, so he considered himself competent enough to know when he's being followed, but this kind of stalking was different. For one, it was not very subtle.

"Hello, Captain Kuchiki," you said while saluting him.

Byakuya didn't answer, instead opting to keep walking.

"Hi," you tried again. "Hello."

He halted. Humoring you never fared well for anyone, but he figured if he spared you a few seconds, you would get bored and leave, so he turned and looked at you with steely eyes. Your smile did not waver.

When Byakuya was in a bad mood, he went outside and brooded while looking at the cherry blossoms. You had noticed that during your daily patrols around the Seireitei grounds. It was a bit auto-fellating, but you weren't here to judge. That wasn't what therapy was about.

You raised your hand and asked, "You and Captain Zaraki haven't been getting along, right?"

"We never get along," he said.

At this, you whipped out a scrapbook and a pen, and scribbled something. "It's been worse. Why's that?"

Levelly, he said, "I don't see how my personal affairs concern you."

"My observations tell me his vast bosom distracts you. That's no good for a captain, so of course I'm concerned." There was mock pity in your tone.

Appalled by what he just heard, Byakuya rose an eyebrow. Like he would ever look at that barbarian's 'bosom,' even if it was, in fact, huge. Maybe willingly poisoning yourself over and over was messing with your head. Apparently you took his silence as a cue to continue because then you said,

"And you've been angsting by the trees more than usual. It points to feelings of betrayal and self-loathing." That was how you interpreted his behavior after you gathered information from some books in the library, at least. Division Twelve didn't have a psychology department, and you were seeking to change that, but Captain Kurotsuchi had told you to get lost, and that it'd be more suitable for Squad Four, and blah blah blah. So now you have turned it into everyone else's problem.

He did not know how you gathered that from his vacant stare at some plants, or even how long you had been at this, but then he remembered the therapy poster you had put up all over the hallways. That was a few months ago.

"It's in your best interest to keep quiet," Byakuya advised. Captain Kurotsuchi also said this to you many times, in less refined language, but what was in your best interest never entertained you, so you pressed the issue.

"You don't need to take out your guilt on Captain Zaraki," you said. "He doesn't understand. It's not helping."

Again, Byakuya did not dignify that with a response, but his stare bore into you harder. Good, so he was listening. It seemed your expertise had rendered him speechless. This could only be a sign for you to keep going,

"Have you considered your celibacy is making you unpleasant?"

"What?"

"Like, your sexual frustration because of your fifty year long dry spell? It's making you irritable."

"What."

"Abarai is having a terrible time, Captain, I can tell."

Byakuya tensed his jaw and reached for his sword, though he didn't know if he could justify this kill in a report. Maybe he should leave the job to Kurotsuchi instead? At least he could pass it off as an accident during an experiment or something. You smiled, and it was unnerving because he couldn't anticipate what other horrible thing you could say.

He figured his best course of action was leaving and you wrote 'DENIAL' in your scrapbook. Then, before he could escape out of earshot range, you asked, "Are you not coping with bisexuality well, Captain Kuchiki?"

He shunpo'd to the other side of the Seireitei. You considered this a job well-done because Byakuya would probably need real therapy after this conversation, and maybe if he demanded for it, someone would consider making a suitable department somewhere.

___

"We need to talk."

You ignored Captain Kurotsuchi and continued typing up the report you needed to do, which provoked him into yanking you by the shoulder.

"I said we need to talk," he ordered.

"Oh, you're so desperate for my attention," you said in a shrill voice which usually made him mad, but this time he brushed it off. You tapped your chin curiously at his unusual behavior and he led the way since apparently he thought he was above providing an explanation.

While you stood in front of him in his laboratory, Mayuri reached for something crumpled on his desk and unfurled it. "I received this," he said, and you leaned closer to squint your eyes and try to read it. You skimmed it and noticed that he had been nice enough to underline 'I would hereby like to request [L/n] [Y/n]'s expulsion.' with red in case you somehow missed it.

A grin split your face and you pretended to be sheepish and wrung your hands together behind your back. "You know, I didn't expect him to be so sensitive about it," you said. "I mean, I know his wife's dead, but it's been fifty years, right?"

Mayuri didn't care about Byakuya's melodrama, and neither did you, since you were being so callous about it. So at least neither of you needed to address that. And your sad attempts at matchmaking a widowed man wasn't something he knew about, so you could shift the focus of the conversation.

"Ya think he's gonna need therapy after all that?"

"Not this again," said Mayuri. "Now that Captain Kuchiki, whose mental health I don't care about, has written me this letter, there's only one logical course of action."

"And that is?" You batted your eyelashes. "You're not letting me go, are you?"

Mayuri massaged his temples. "Could you stop being a pest for five seconds? I know it's hard for you to ignore your innate desire to be the most annoying creature on the planet since you have no sense of self-regulation-"

"See, I read about that in the psychology books. They claim I'm hedonistic."

"-but I'm trying to give you a promotion here."

When he said this, you both examined each other thoroughly for a few seconds. After a long bout of silence, you burst out into laughter and Captain Kurotsuchi ground his teeth together into his usual lunatic smile before he threw away Byakuya's note in the trash bin.

Only you and him would find rewarding a request for expulsion with a promotion funny.

Between making out in various attempts to drug one another, the many foiled assassination plans on both sides, and the brief time you spent as liquid in a labeled jar, you did not expect messing with Captain Kuchiki would be all it took to quell your hundreds of years long feud with Mayuri. Of course, the truce was only temporary since you loved to hate each other. Still, it was... sort of progress.

"Maybe I should piss off Captain Zaraki and make it to nineteenth seat."

Mayuri snarled, "Don't push it, I'm just being generous today." Besides, the more he thought about it, the less likely it was that both Kenpachi and the toddler could write a letter even if they collaborated. Sleep deprivation must have influenced his first imagining of the scenario.

___

Word of your promotion traveled, which made people question if you and Captain Kurotsuchi had 'squashed the beef,' which was jargon the talented hero Kurosaki Ichigo introduced to Soul Society, since he had refused to acknowledge your abilities before this. The rumor was something you and Mayuri strategically spread, so Byakuya would find out because what you had in common (pettiness) usually tore you apart, but this time, it united you.

"It's like a sadomasochistic relationship," said Matsumoto, who found your eternal fighting with your captain hilarious. She loved when you guys argued in public. It was the best drama this job offered, which was also a little sad.

"No. Sadosadistic," Yumichika corrected, which made Matsumoto cheer, since it sounded even more amusing and dysfunctional. Though he had also coined it a few seconds ago, so maybe there was a term that was more applicable. He was also the most adamant in his agenda that the two of you were somehow romantically involved. Ever since the moment during which you gave Mayuri pink eye by grazing his eyeballs with your lashes, and the comment he made about it that traumatized Nemu and Akon, he had been convinced this was the case.

Maybe Nemu and Akon could be exhibits in your argument about opening a psychology department? Yes, splendid. Thank god Yumichika went and ruined their day that one time.

Ikkaku didn't know why he was even listening to this conversation. Perhaps he enjoyed the opportunity to ogle Yumichika and Matsumoto simultaneously, but that didn't require listening. So he tuned them out.

#mayuri x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #bleach x you #one shot

[brittscafe]

Hey! I was wondering if you would do a headcanon for the lieutenants and captains for the kind of hugs they give.

Hiiiii!!! Omg, I actually love this idea <3 I'll do another part with the lieutenants in it <3

Jushiro Ukitake: The calmest, warmest hug to ever exist. He wraps you up in his arms, cradling the back of your head and just comforts you in a way that is out of this world. A hand rubbing up and down the long of your back, his head near your ear, soft, warm breaths hitting your earlobe.

Shunsui Kyoraku: He hugs you in a loving way, but he's a little cheeky and mischievous with it. Strong, muscular arms wrapping around your body and pulling you into his chest. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead as his hand runs down the curve of your back to your ass, squeezing the flesh.

Byakuya Kuchiki: His hugs are like a crispy, chill afternoon. He won't show affection or hug you in the public, but if it���s just the two of you, it's a different story. Arms gently wrapped around your waist, squeezing you every once in a while. His chin resting on top of your head, holding you in such a caring way. It's relaxing and refreshing to have Byakuya holding you.

Kenpachi Zaraki: At first, his hugs at first are like a porcupines needles, but then they are smooth like the back of a whale, so strong and powerful, but yet, calming and not overwhelming. He knows his strength, so he knows how tight to hold you. It's comforting how tight he can hold you and he runs his hand over your head, gripping the back of your neck. He complains when you ask for a hug, but it makes him the happiest man in the world.

Shinji Hirako: He's super greedy with it comes to hugging. He'll squeeze you until you can't breath and are squirming against his body, trying to get out of his tight grip. Seriously though, when he hugs, he can't get enough of you. He'll breathe in your scent and have his arms wrapped around you so damn tight. Shinji will squeeze your flesh and even tickle you and hold you so you can't escape from his tickles.

Toshiro Hitsugaya: His hugs are a little complicated. At first, he'll be cold and shoot you a sharp glare when you ask for a hug. Although, Toshiro cannot resist a hug from you and he caves in. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you, muttering underneath his breath about how he doesn't like this. You laugh because you know that he does like hugging you, but he doesn't like how vulnerable it makes him. He'll place a kiss on your forehead before fully pulling away from the hug.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi: He won't deny you a hug, but he might tease you about it for a little. He laughs like a manic and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you onto his lap. He's probably stuck in his lab when you ask him for a hug and he refuses to leave his hard work, so he just places you on his lap and multitasks. He'll stroke your hair or rub your back, typing on his keyboard and clicking on the mouse. He enjoys these quiet moments with you.

Kensei Muguruma: His hugs are firm and his big beefy biceps squeeze you 😩 (what i wouldn't do to have my head being squeezed in his bicep...ahem) The smile that grows across his face is huge as he pulls you into his big chest for a hug. He loves hugging you and especially if you're sad or something, he loves cheering you up. You feel so happy and calm in his arms. His hugs are kind and will last forever; Kensei never wants to let go, but knows he has to go back to work.

Soi-Fon: A quick, but consoling hug. I imagine that Soi-Fon doesn't really like hugs, but for you, she'll put up with it, but only for a few seconds. She won't admit it, but for the first few seconds, she indulges in the hug and cherishes it. She'll start patting your back before pulling away, face twisted with uncertainty.

Sajin Komamura: A big, fluffy hug :) You know the kind of hug that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He'll hold you as long as you need, but in reality, Sajin needs this hug more than anything. He loves to cradle you in his arms and breathe in your scent, relaxing his whole body.

#bleach #bleachanime #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #bleach anime #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #byakuya kuchiki #jushiro ukitake #shunsui kyoraku #zaraki kenpachi #shinji hirako #toshiro hitsugaya #mayuri kurotsuchi #kensei muguruma #soi fon #sajin komamura

[muzansfangs]

If you were their soulmate.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Mayuri Kurotsuchi x f!reader; Uryuu Ishida x f!reader.

Format: head canons

Warnings: fluff, basically. Also, be aware that Uryuu is aged up and that Aizen’s part has some toxic traits. He is a walking red flag, after all.

Plot: how would they act if you were their soulmate and they were genuinely in love with you? Was it love at first sight, or were you two just friends at first?

Requested by: @stygianoir I’m sorry if it took me a while! I hope you liked it!

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Uryuu Ishida.

• For someone as logical and rational as him, it was impossible to believe it was love at first sight. Could something like that possibly exist? He did not trust his own feelings around you. You were a good person, he felt comfortable around you. Yet, the way you always seemed to understand him and support every decision he made was quite disturbing. It was impossible to be that connected to someone. It almost felt like a spiritual connection.

• He probably did not have any filter around you and was not afraid to show you his true colors. He was fine with not being judged as soemone too analytical and detached, for once. He liked the way you made him feel normal.

• He did not let anyone hurt you, or offend you in any way. It did not matter if it was during a fight, or in a more casual occasion. He even snapped at Ichigo out of the blue because he had accidentally spilt some coffee on your papers. You found it odd, of course, but it was sweet at some extent.

• He never failed to notice how beautiful you were. He always thought your appearence whetted his appetites, but he restrained himself from crossing the line of friendship for months. Why? He was frightened by the idea of losing you. What if you didn’t want him back? You two were definitely better off as friends. Or so he thought until something happened.

• Something happened, right. That was Ichigo trying to hit on you. He could not let that happen. Now he was absolutely sure that he could be a better boyfriend material than him, therefore he quickly made up his mind and decided to talk to you. Man on a mission: he interrupted Ichigo’s little speech and literally dragged you away from him.

• He thought it would have been easier for someone like him, so logical and precise. He was so wrong. As you two were alone and he could finally confess his feelings to you, he felt his heart sink into his chest. Oh, damn, your eyes. It was all your cute eyes’s fault. He got distracted! Naturally, he messed up his little mental plan on how to make you understand he liked you. Yet, it was cute.

• “Your eyes are so pretty. They leave me speechless” he simply blurted out, clenching his fists down his sides.

• A long silence followed that as you both blushed and you blinked at him in confusion. Uryuu panicked, of course, and the tips of his ears turned red. He knew words were not his forte at this point and he thought about kissing you instead.

• Yet, you surprised him when you said “I love you too, if that’s what you meant. Your eyes not quite bad too, by the way” you whispered, smiling softly.

• Uryuu smiled weakly and hugged you tightly. Yes, there was no doubt about it. You were definitely his soulmate. But his brain had short-circuited again and you had to clear your throat to remind him that he should have kissed you and not hugged you.

Aizen Sosuke.

• It was love at first sight. Or obsession, at first sight. He believed in that concept, but he never thought it would have ever happened to him. He was too self-centered, affected by his god complex and detached from any human emotion to feel a connection with someone. You were more than his obsession, at first. He was curious about you and how you simply seemed to break his walls and go with his flow without getting cut on his edges.

• As you two spent time together, he started to do some researches about the nature of some spiritual bonds among individuals and he found out that you two were most likely soulmates. What a shock. Aizen knew one thing for sure: if you were his soulmate, he had to have you by his side no matter what.

• ‘No matter what’ was a devious concept for him. Why? He did not care about what was the price to pay to win to you over, he would have done it. Or kidnapped you.

• As he watched you stroll around and talking with Shinji, he definitely uttered something among the lines of “Mine of no one else’s”. That night he trimmed his former Captain’s hair. Not long before that, Shinji became one of Aizen’s victims.

• As you seemed to be naturally drawn to him, though, he simply welcomed you into his life. He loved showing you a little soft side of him no one knew. You spent a lot of time sipping on tea and talking about calligraphy. You were so perfect for him. And he definitely loved it when you got too tired and fell asleep over his shoulder.

• Your natural predisposition for meddling into his business and figuring out his plans made him go crazy and he was soon forced to have a serious talk in the middle of the woods with you. You had stand by his side. If you were soulmates, you would have probably agreed in whatever wicked plans he had. Right?

• “Is this the part where you give me the choice to either follow you, or die right here? Of course I am in” you said, as he confronted you. Oh, the wolfish grin plastered over his face at that point was priceless.

• You were not as cruel as he was. You simply stack by his side and followed his orders, but he tried to keep your hands as clean as possible. After all, a beauty as yourself could not become too blood-thirsty. He did not want you to become as Gin, he was happy with having you glued by his hip.

• His confession was smooth. Right before he tricked Hinamori, he invited you to watch the fireworks together. After all, everybody did it and it would have been simply suspicious not to attend the mundane event. However, as you were sitting on the rooftop next to him, eyes twinkling for the technicolor lights exploding in the night sky, he grasped your jaw rather roughly and kissed you passionately.

• “Did I make it loud and clear?” he simply purred in your ear. Of course not. It was more than enough.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

• You caught the eye of this man. He probably wanted to experiment on you at first! Yet, as he studied your features better, he had to admit that you were too pretty for that and… What was that strange attraction he felt towards you? He wanted to know you, to be around you, to study you and not on you. The first thing he did after your first meeting was searching for answers and he got thunderstruck when he found them. He had a soulmate? That was absurd. It was weird thinking that you would have been able to understand him wholly and bear him at his worst.

• Ladies and gentlemen, he tried to be polite. The next day he tracked you down and apologized for his behavior. He told you he did not want to use you as a cavy anymore but that it would have been nice of you to help him understand if soulmates existed. That was his attempt to befriend you and it worked. He did not tell you he suspected you to he his soulmate at first. He did not want to scare you away.

• You two spent most of the time in his laboratory, helping him with his researches or, watching him do them, because he lost his patience over everything. But, eventually, you snapped. You tamed that maniac man by literally yelling at his face to calm down.

• He got offended at first.

• That little voice inside him told him to forgive you right away, though. How frustrating it was!

• After struggling to find a solution to a chemistry problem and you casually walked by dropping the solution, he was left speechless. He spent three alone, in the privacy of his room, to talk to himself about how could someone beat him at his own game.

• Months went by just like that, until you decided to sneak into his private room and rummage through his stuff. Finally, you found a file with your name over it and you were quite shocked to read that you were his soulmate. You planned to make your move on him, since he seemed to be too stubborn to confront you about it. However luck was not in your favor.

• He caught you with the papers in your hands and he fumed in anger.

• You were not even surprised by the argument that followed. It had become amusing at this point. But you knew how to turn the tables in your favor. As he yelled at you, you walked up to him slowly until just mere inches devided your faces.

• “How could you do that? You little—” he ranted, throwing his hands in the air as you simply captured his lips in yours with a kiss. Man, he stopped screaming and turned red from head to toe.

• “Oh. That was so much overdued, actually” he commented, rubbing his chin before kissing you again.

#bleach x reader #uryu ishida #uryu x reader #uryu x y/n #bleach uryu #ishida uryuu #bleach mayuri #mayuri x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi #aizen x reader #aizen x you #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #uryuu ishida #bleach aizen #aizen x y/n #bleach headcanons

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Face Sitting 🔞

🎃 Mayuri x Wife!Reader 🎃

TW: cunnilingus, thigh holding, slight riding, squirting, eager Mayuri, overstimulation.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Your husband was always hardworking, and incredibly dedicated to the experiments he worked tirelessly on. It often led him to be worn out by the time he slipped into bed with you, falling asleep before you could ever ask how his day was. As his loving and caring wife, you couldn’t stand to see him like that. So, you took matters into your own hands. Talking him into missing one day of work was the difficult part, but Mayuri could never say no to you. Not when you would bat your eyes and give him that sort of look.

While sitting on his face, his tongue licked quick stripes up your cunt, causing your lower half to squirm. “S-Slow down,” you cried out. He was working you way too fast, not that he could tell. Each lick his tongue made had your hands gripping the headboard, and your nails dug into the wood when the tip of it teased your clit. Though your sudden outburst caused him to slow his movements down just a little. As much as he wanted to devour you, he knew he had to take his time with you. 

“Missed your taste,” he mumbled. Though it was muffled by him pulling you down on his face even more as he buried himself further into your pretty pussy. His togue delved between your folds, causing you to shudder as he slowly enjoyed his meal. The sounds of slurping only made you want to ride against him, and that’s exactly what you did. Your hips eased forward, and your clit brushed against the tip of his nose. The sensation sent pleasurable sparks up your body, and it did well to encourage you further. 

Your husband didn’t mind the motion and focused more on eating you out than the way you tried to sneak a bit of riding in. The steady pace of his tongue brought a constant wave of pleasure that flooded your body, causing your stomach to slowly knot itself as you moaned. The constant slurping noises caused by Mayuri only made you drag your cunt against his face a little more, disregarding any sense of gentleness as your brain focused on the pleasure. 

With his skilled tongue, it didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm. His name fell from your lips as you cried out, and you would have thought that your husband would cease his licking, but he didn’t. “Honey?” Your body still trembled from release as you called out to him, yet he didn’t respond. Instead, your husband only continued lapping at your cunt, and it caused you to lift your hips up a little. “Wait—” 

A sharp gasp swallowed the rest of your sentence as Mayuri snaked his arms up and over your thighs, pulling you back down onto his face. His tongue began to work faster and faster inside of you with no signs of stopping. Your nails scratched against the headboard again as you tried to tear yourself away from his mouth, but his hold on you was too strong. Your swollen bud felt abused as he slid a thick stripe against it before his lips latched on, sucking it with fervor. 

You wanted him to stop, but it felt too good, and your hips slowly rocked against his face the more he sucked on your clit. The oversensitive bundle of nerves was receiving constant attention, and your thighs repeatedly clenched and unclenched as the familiar knot inside you tightened more and more. 

He was pushing you to the edge of another release, and he soon got what he wanted. Mayuri hummed as your body shook yet again, your cries of pleasure filling his ears as if they were music to his ears. Though he didn’t stop. Not even after you came all over his face. He lapped all over, slurping your juices right up before continuing to bully your pussy with his tongue. His eagerness was the cause of you being a good, little wife to him. Of just wanting him to relax after working so tirelessly and hard. 

You head hung back and you let out another breathy moan when his teeth gently trapped your clit in between them, slowly rolling it around before sucking on it yet again. His arms kept you trapped, and all you did now was sit there while he continued to devour you. Your eyes drooped as you panted, letting out wanton moans every single time a jolt of pleasure shot up your body. Your nerves were on fire at this point from being overstimulated, and you loved it. 

Moan after moan, orgasm after orgasm, Mayuri was making you an absolute mess just from his mouth alone. Your thighs twitched as your slick slid down them, coating his face and wetting it more and more, but he didn’t care. Your body soon hit its limit and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against the headboard while your husband abused your cunt some more. 

Your vision was spotted after the fifth release, and your pleading whines for him to cease turned into desperate ones for him to continue. “Yuri,” you called out to him in such a weak, tired voice. It was ignored as he brought you to your sixth—and final—orgasm of the night. Your body finally slumped forward after gushing all over his face again, and you clung to the headboard as if your life depended on it. Small breaths left your lips as you tried to think, but your mind was too muddled to do so. Too full of thoughts of him having ate you out like a man being served his final meal in life. 

Mayuri shifted beneath you, gently moving in a way that wouldn’t cause you to fall over or off the bed as he sat up. The lower half of his face still had remnants of your juices, to which his tongue worked at licking away, and he watched your exhausted form cling to the headboard. “Sorry,” he apologized. It wasn’t like him to do such a thing, but even he knew that he did too much to you. His arms snaked around your waist, and he pulled you close as he leaned against the headboard. 

“Too much,” you mumbled. 

He hummed in thought. “Couldn’t control myself,” he said. He held you tighter and sighed. “I needed it, though.” When your face buried itself into the crook of his neck, he grinned. “I could use a few more days of this.” 

“Okay,” you replied. You didn’t know what you did by agreeing with him, but you didn’t care. If it meant easing the stress and his tiredness from work, you’d let him eat you out and fuck you all he wanted to. Oh, what a good, little wife you were. 

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x female reader #bleach mayuri #mayuri kurotsuchi #mayuri x reader #mayuri x you #mayuri x y/n #mayuri kurotsuchi smut #mayuri smut #bleach smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mdni #kiwicopia writes

[kunekojo]

What kind of morning voice do they have and they use it to their advantage for aizen, mayuri and shinji(seperately) plz

You can decide the genre

Yes hi hello :3 here you go, I hope you like it

Morning voice featuring Aizen, Mayuri, Shinji

Warning: NSFW, subtly suggestive

Sosuke Aizen

Aizen almost always wakes up with a hoarse voice. You can literally feel the way it guttural vibrates when he mouths a simple “good morning” and God it drives you crazy.

It just draws you to wrap around him and he takes your signs of interest very seriously. Simply put, he’ll just use it to see you squirm in his arms

He can say anything and you'll just stare at him, delighting yourself with how hot he sounds but when a pair of dirty words creep out of his mouth, you're done

That being said, he'll keep whispering against your ear until just feeling his touch won't be enough anymore

It's the way he can make you so needy with nothing but his voice that gives him an immense sense of overpowering.

So please, prepare yourself for all the things he'll push you to do just by a simple husky demand because that'll take awhile

When he considers he's teased you enough, he'll pull you closer and delight himself with everything you'll do

Kurotsuchi Mayuri

Mayuri’s morning voice is raucous. It's so much different than his usual melodic voice that every time he wakes up beside you and talks, you just stare at him

He notices your the odd expression drawn all over your face and asks what's up but when you tell him it's nothing, he'll leave it at that

But you still can't accommodate yourself to the difference in pitch. Is it that unusual or do you just like it a lot? You'll never know

Yet when he makes a small demand, you'll feel something in your tummy. A pleasant ache that makes you do his biding and longer around him so much that it'll draw his attention

There's clearly something ongoing in your brain and he'll spend some time to figure it out while accidentally giving you more fuel

But when you'll just stare into his eyes and gasp upon hearing him say “Sit still” it makes sense. He's found something to toy around you with

The way you gaze at him causes a grin to bloom all over his face as he slowly begins using his voice to his advantage. He’ll order you to do all sorts of things just because it's so delightful how you listen to every word he instructs you to do

Shinji

Shinji will wake up and say a sweet good morning to you in a gruff, but when you don't answer back he'll worry

He’ll push himself to see what's wrong with you but you're alright. Still, there's something wrong because you keep staring at him with your mouth open

The way he lifts himself and mouths “What's up beautiful?” is music to your ears, so much that you still keep quiet to enjoy more bits of his morning voice. But he's not having it with you

“Can't you tell me what's wrong?” “oh Nothing I just...” you pause but the way he leans in and urges you by saying “you what? Spill it out” just makes you melt so much more

“You sound so good like this.” “huh?”

He's so sleepy that it takes him a while to figure out that you're practically saying he sounds so hot right now, but you help him realize by pulling him into a kiss

When you draw back, he'll think of what to say to get you to kiss him like that again.

There's a wide grin on his face and you can tell he's cooking something. Maybe it's a dirty order or sweet praise but what comes out of his mouth is something else

He’ll say something that sounds so terrible but it's the fact he tries that matters. It amuses you a little

“Let's just keep it like usual, okay?”

He nods in agreement whilst clutching you in his arms as he tries to remember what’ll drive you to the edge

#mayuri x reader #bleach mayuri #mayuri kurotsuchi #aizen x reader #captain aizen #aizen sosuke x reader #bleach aizen #sosuke aizen #shinji #shinji bleach #shinji x you #shinji x reader #bleach #my asks #bleach imagines

[bleachification]

⸻ 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.

•

˚ · . tags: @zjarrmiii @aiizenn @emyyy007 @zaraki-oriented

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[luselih]

Another new tumblr page! Welcome welcome!

I was wondering your thoughts on some of the Bleach captains with a very petite s/o? Think like… 4’8 - 5’2 , teeny tiny lil things. Someone who “looks” frail at first glance. Is someone smaller their type? Would that factor into any pursuit? 👀 You can go into NSFW territory if you like, but I’d be happy with SFW too!

summary/ask: bleach captains with tiny/petite s/o! (height around 4’8 to 5’2 feet or 142 cm to 157 cm)

content warnings | manga spoilers!!, separated in sfw/nsfw, sfw- mostly fluff (a little bit of angst) and my personal opinions of them having tiny fem s/o, teasing, kissing and physical affection, mentions of kids and domestic life, i think that’s it for this part, nsfw - so smut of course (minors dni), fem! reader, neutral skin color reader, yapping too much about kinks ,size kink go BRRRRR, oral (receiving), different sex positions, wlw!!, overstimulation, breeding + pregnancy + kids mentioned, mentions after care + more…

a/n - #1 i am actually using tumblr last 3 years but i just recently got back into writing lol and you got my european ass to convert those feet’s and inches to centimeters, 😦 i am like 5’8-9 feet ( around 175 cm-ish tall) so please if i didn’t get a good point in this writing im sorry 😭, didn’t write for old man Yama, sorry not sorry honestly, he’s best grandpa tho <3

#2 also to say i wrote for captains in that picture (before tybw lineup) if you are interested in past/future captains please send me a request! i don’t mind doing them later on~ Toshiro is aged up (grown up/him using his complete bankai)!

SFW!

Suì-Fēng is interesting one since she is not the tallest one (as tall as 150 cm (4'11")) definitely so she is leaning more into taller or at least average sized ones. However i don’t think she minds someone around her height, they can get each other struggles and solve then like you climbing on her shoulders to get a food from a high cabinet in a kitchen or gets in a tiny space together comfortably, yeah i think she is content with it!

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi would like to have someone dandy on his side, dressing you up in fancy clothes and accessories. Having you as his dress up doll at home~ (sorry this is dry, i don’t like his characters that much lol)

Retsu (Yachiru) Unohana isn’t that tall either being 159 cm (5'2½") tall but her terrifying aura so there is no one pick on you and definitely not her in entire Seireitei so that’s nice <3 However i see her personal preference is someone taller but she also doesn’t mind having “a puppy” following her in free time ;)

Shinji Hirako, this little shit of a man would tease you till a day you die, picking on you as you are just trying to do your job or just passing by, he would put just get your paperwork and lift it that his lanky ass could reach and stuck his tongue out at you, eventually giving in and giving it back with a playful grin and a kiss on a side of your cheek as a apology, saying he won’t tease you again and then teasing you AGAIN not even an hour later 🤦‍♀️

Byakuya Kuchiki would honestly prefer someone who is tiny imo, that has already been proven right since he was with Hisana who is most likely same size as Rukia so there is no doubt. As a head of a clan he likes the feeling that his dearest could rely on him in anything, call it whatever you want but it brings him a sense of something he lost once and he is not planning to lose it again.

Sajin Komamura is TALLEST one 288 cm (9'5½") so as i said he would be probably more found of someone taller or average sized…however! that’s doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy having you around, in both of his forms he would carry you bridal style at late night hours or when Seireitei is empty so you two could have your time without having a fear of being judged or made fun of because of your appearances.

Shunsui Kyōraku, this man hoe likes every woman. He is a proud women lover. He loves any shape, size and complexion in women, he would absolutely adore having you close to him anywhere, especially in his bed late at night as he brushes your wedding rings together :)

Kensei Muguruma is on a more neutral side since i can see him wanting a tall and strong s/o he can fight and train with, but something in me is telling me that he’s a traditional man, he likes to be needed and wanted, be able to stood out in front of you proud, strong and straight to protect you.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya would finally be relieved that there is another person that is small, he’s so mf tiny that you are just maybe slightly taller than him anyway, in his true bankai form he’s around Byakuya’s height so he just might indulge himself into telling you a slight teasing comment, yeah i think he would like someone tiny to match him-

Kenpachi Zaraki would have a smaller s/o without a need for you to be smaller than an average woman in height, he’s like tall-tall, strong and intimidating compared with every race anyway. However i do have a feeling that he would like to have someone so dandy and small like Yachiru since she is a practically a part of his soul so he is found of tiny and cute things. Since his little Yachiru left ( :( ) you had become one who would sit on his shoulder as you two have to go anywhere, imo he probably wishes that one day if you two had a little kid together that it would be little girl who is his eyes is a little Yachiru who you two take care of, but this one have a little eyes just like yours and he likes that very much <3

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, this is weird one because i can see him not really having a type? He barely likes anyone, yet your tiny ass got underneath his skin and now you are here for him. Following him as you two raise Nemuri together, you 3 now looking like a real family!

Jūshirō Ukitake :( gosh i love him so much, anyway he is so nice with you, since you both are physically not very strong, it would make it easy but he fears he couldn’t protect you in time because of his fragile body :( yeah, can definitely see him with tiny s/o <3

NSFW!

Suì-Fēng - i think she loves classic scissoring as you two play w each other’s clits, can’t go well with that one and also, just sit on her face when she’s angry and don’t you dare to put only 10 percents of your body weight on her, fucking sit on it like a chair and let her spend her big mouth on a good job between your legs~

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi - into Dacryphilia, absolutely loves when you get all pretty and dolled up especially in tiny dress, Pretzel Dip or missionary as you cry from overstimulation, looking so ruined and perfect just for him <3

Retsu (Yachiru) Unohana - man, if you haven’t died when she showed a 8 inch strap up your vagina and fucked you like she hate your guts you are good 👍 anyway, she fucking loves when you ride her or when she puts you in a mating press, absolutely filthy as she splits in your mouth you just because. ( she had a secret breeding kink but shush 🤫 don’t say you heard it from me, also i got some trans!Unohana thoughs, anyone interested in hearing it? comment down please!)

Shinji Hirako - he’s such a meanie in bed too ☹️, i mean he would literally yank you back by your ankle and continue giving you head with his pierced tongue, gosh the overstimulation is crazyyyy with him. Absolutely loves snuggling after it and his hand sliding on your side gently as it went to tease your kitty cat AGAIN-

Byakuya Kuchiki - he must be in love w you if he brings you to his bed so missionary or any position where he can see your face and kiss it is a must, he makes love with you and genuinely only fuckes you if he is jealous or mad, probably have a savior kinks/hints of it sometimes + soft kisses down your back as he praises you after 🥹

Sajin Komamura - (human version) when you two have sex he can’t help but to have a need to make you his because of wolf genetics in him so pretzel dip or prone bone are his favorite positions to make your tiny mind mindless as he might just cums inside if you especially in spring 🤭

Shunsui Kyōraku - loves cowgirl/any version of it so he doesn’t have to do too much at least at the start, see you bouncing on top of his cook as it’s tip bullies your cervix is a fever dream, pressing against your lower back or tummy just for your pussy get a death grip on his dick, isn’t fully interested in pulling out so pregnancy is inevitable sooner or later my dear 🫡

Kensei Muguruma - he is a simple man so he goes doggy or full nelson, fucks to fucks and myb slightly into bondage?? absolutely makes you squirt by fingering you, hate sex??? he absolutely demolish your poor pussy if you flirt w Shinji or Rose, he will kiss your forehead after it tho <3

Tōshirō Hitsugaya - (grown up version) doesn’t have that high of a sex drive but he adores you so he indulge into your horny cravings of him, loves spooning or Scissoring (just mlw) so he can kiss your shoulders or forehead as he for sure makes you cum couple of times at end of the night, secretly loves cookwarming but shushhh 🫢

Kenpachi Zaraki - actually fuckes you in every position possible and everywhere you can imagine, loves stand and deliver (The Bicycle position) as he is chocking you while pounding into your tight kitty, your bodies only stability is his arm that you are gripping for dear life and yes, he isn’t pulling out since he say so <3

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - doesn’t have that high of sex drive but he would absolutely make you deepthroath his length if you are bratty enough, probably some doctor/patient roleplay, people of Seireitei are scared to see his genuine smile if they see a little girl with both of your features??

Jūshirō Ukitake - my sweet man can only had cow girl/variations + missionary sex position with you so he doesn’t finish too soon, absolutely PERFECT with his fingers and has a praise kink so absolutely praise the living shit out of him as you make love underneath the moonlight all night long so he can be happy <333

#bambi’s ✍️ #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach imagines #sui feng x reader #rojuro otoribashi x reader #retsu unohana x reader #yachiru unohana x reader #shinji hirako x reader #shinji x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya x reader #sajin komamura x reader #shunsui kyoraku x reader #shunsui x reader #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei x reader #toshiro hitsugaya x reader #toshiro x reader #kenpachi zaraki x reader #kenpachi x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #jushiro ukitake x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader

[nolhann]

POV : you’re f*cked, well maybe more you’re gonna get f*cked but y’know what I mean

#anime #fanart #manga #bleach #bleach captain #mayuri kurotsuchi #kurotsuchi mayuri #bleach mayuri #pov #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader

[thefarminggoblin]

Bleach Captains and how they would kiss you

Oh, hey, look: Jade is capable of writing something other than just Ukitake or Elucien fluff.

No CW or TW, just fluffiness.

🥷 Soi Fon kisses you with eagerness. Her kisses are short and playful at times, alternating in levels of intensity, almost as if she’s playing cat and mouse. She’ll bite your lip on occasion too, drawing back with a mischievous smirk on her face at your reaction before diving back in. They’re a little messy, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

🏥 Retsu kisses you with sensuality. It starts off as a slow affair that increases in intensity the longer it goes on. Her hands remain on your hips the whole time as she pulls you against her, her tongue in your mouth moving sensually against your own in an enticing and addicting rhythm. When she pulls back she gives you a warm smile as she cups your face and brushes her nose against yours.

🌸 Byakuya kisses you with reverence. He regards physical intimacy as a very serious thing. His kisses start off delicate, almost as if he’s afraid of breaking you. He brushes his knuckles against your cheek, your lips barely touching, before he presses them to yours gently, softly. His kisses grow a little bolder, but they are always slow and gentle. He likes to take his time, demonstrating the depths of his feelings through action.

🍶 Shunsui kisses you with lightheartedness. The cheeky bastard will draw you in, brush his lips over yours, giving a small peck only to pull back, grinning and winking at you. He’ll place a peck on every part of your face, driving you to the point of impatience, but once he finally puts his lips on yours it quickly dissolves into a slow and sensual act as he moves his mouth and tongue in tandem with your own, groaning into your mouth. He takes his time, frequently switching the angle of his head.

❄️ Toshiro kisses you with diffidence. It’s rare that he takes initiative but he’ll shyly kiss your cheek if he’s feeling affectionate, his heart beating quickly. He’ll gauge your reaction before suddenly pressing your lips together. It starts off as lingering pecks, and evolves into a bit of a frenzy as his restraint slowly fades away and his excitement comes out. After you pull back he’s so flustered that he avoids eye contact, instead burying his head in your shoulder. You swear you hear him mutter “baka” affectionately.

🗡 Zaraki kisses you with dominance. His kisses are powerful and all consuming, almost violent at times. He can’t help it, he’s a man of action who struggles to find the right words to explain how he feels about you. He’d rather show his emotions through physical means. His hands will be all over you as he pushes you against the nearest surface, one arm caging you and the other pulling you close as kisses you silly, almost smothering you.

🧪 Mayuri kisses you with passion. Without hesitation or warning he’ll go from zero to one hundred, grabbing your wrist and immediately crushing his mouth to yours, eagerly thrusting his tongue inside immediately while pressuring his body against your own so closely that there’s not the slightest bit of space between you, and you can feel everything. It’s messy and intense, all tongue and teeth and over in a matter of seconds, leaving you breathless and wondering if you imagined it as he walks away. Absolutely a tongue sucker.

🍵 Jushiro kisses you with intensity. Often his kisses are very brief and fleeting - he’s a busy man when he’s well, and when unwell he avoids it because he’s self conscious about the metallic taste of blood or medicinal tea his lips have. But when he’s able to truly kiss you, it’s entirely different. He’s a man who is living on borrowed time, and so he will draw you in by the waist, pulling you as close as possible before slanting his lips over yours. He kisses you deeply, savouring every moment. His kisses always end with his forehead resting on yours, sighing against your mouth, adoration clear in his eyes as he utters just how much you mean to him.

#this was entirely self indulgent but I was in a fluffy mood #don’t take it too seriously #Soi fon x reader #unohana retsu x reader #kuchiki byakuya x reader #hitsugaya toshiro x reader #kyoraku shunsui x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #bleach headcanons

[hollowfyshunsuikubo]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi Headcannons

A/N: Thie fic itself is going to take a while (Uni started up again and I am Suffering) so to feed yall before the self-indulgent smut im going to write, here's some SFW and NSFW headcannons. NSFW (and NSFW contents + warnings) is below the cut!

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Gn!Reader (but Fem!Reader mentioned for NSFW)

Warnings: Smut, general Mayuri insanity, Slight Yandere themes, mentions of minor surgery, goofy silly moods

SFW:

You and Mayuri tend to have a very argumentative relationship once you've been dating for a few years

In the beginning, he was very possessive but also distant

He was very in denial that he felt anything, but he opened up after a while

You two have lots of arguments over morals and people

He believes that as long as you're safe, everything is fine

You're just trying to tell him that yes, you're safe. But the damned shinigami noble on the table getting a second heart because they paid for a years worth of funding is definitely not at that particular moment.

Hes often rude and blunt, but he means it in a good way. He'll often sound disinterested, but if you ask him about what you were talking about, he'll repeat it word for word and ask if you're going to continue or if he can keep working.

His version of being sweet is showing you his Lans and creations, but keeping you close my his side, his long nail always touching you if he needs to move forward or a little further away to show you something

Has definitely tried to show you how to dissect something odd, like another shinigami he picked up stole from the 4th Division. Needless to say, a fight broke out between you two, which ended with a scalpel and Akon both being thrown.

He also likes to have you sit on his lap while he's working.

Did he make a chair that he can sit in comfortably while you sit on his lap? Yes.

Does this chair have more comfort than any other chair in the 11th Division? Also yes.

Hes quite big on quality time you see, mixed with physical affection

Though some days, when he's more on edge than others, he'll opt to keep you in sight, but doesn't want to be touching you.

Like cuddling with you at night, when he can be bothered to sleep.

When he is very busy and can't make it to bed, he'll send Nemu with his regrets. He'd prefer to go himself, but it's far too busy.

He has contemplated installing a lavish, closed off, private, quadruple password locked room for you in his lab, just so he can see you easier, but he felt it may be too dangerous for you

He also enjoys seeing you chat with Nemu, though he does reprimand her if she gets too 'free' with you. Nemu is just happy her master is happy.

Nemu treats you like a mother. Yes I believe that Mayuri and Nemu are father daughter and not husband and wife come @ me. She enjoys going on "surveillance trips" with you (AKA walks around the Seireitei)

Moving on to nicknames and pet names, he doesn't really use them, but he does have clear favorites when he's in the mood. Baby and my dear are his go-tos if he feels mushy, but sweeting and rabbit are for his muh softer moments. He likes using rabbit as a teasing word. Not bunny, rabbit. He doesn't like bunnies.

He likes making sure you have things to do if you want to spend time alone, or if he's too busy.

His Captain's salary used to fully go towards funding the lab, but buying you things you want is also a good use of his money.

Hes never overstepped that particular boundary of excessive buying, though, especially if you're money conscious (all my people raised poor wya!)

Being with Mayuri is generally just an odd, but fun, if a little strained, time.

Tiny drabble:

It was cold today. You were bundled up as warmly as possible, attempting to not freeze before you go to Mayuri. You'd hoped to see him last night, you even stayed up far past your usual time, but Nemu poked her head around the corner and said that he'd regretfully be spending the night in the lab. You were welcome to join him, though.

You declined. It's been getting much colder, so you stayed in bed.

Now you wished you hadn't. You're tired and cold. A few Division members say hellos to you as you walk, and when you finally reach the lan, you see Mayuri in his chair, hunched over the console, looking at data.

"Nice of you to join me. Come, sit, now." He waved you over, not taking his eyes off the console. When you pause to wrap yourself up a little more, you hear the clacking of his fingers on the keys stop. "Sweeting, come here."

You forget about how cold you are and hurry on over. He's already leaning back in his seat, his hands away from his console, his brow irritated that he has to wait for you. You slide into his lap, and the smart chair registers that you're there. Another back pops up behind you, soft and squishy. But you opt to snuggle into Mayuri. His headpiece is a little annoying, but it's more endearing knowing you've seen what's underneath. That handsome face, alongside the soft lips that aren't covered with paint. He is finally able to get back to work, not saying another word.

That is, until he notices how many layers you're wearing.

"This lab has the best technology in the entire Soul Society, underfloor heating, and is warmed precisely so nobody is every distracted by the cold. If you're feverish or sick, go back to my room. I will provide you with warmth and a cure-all for your sickness." He doesn't look zt you just yet.

He feels a little insecure. How would you get sick? Is he not doing enough to keep you safe and healthy? Does he need to strengthen your immune system so he can spend more hours like this with you?

"I'm just a little cold, that's all." You reply gently. "There's nothing wrong with it. I'm not sick." Your reassurances did nothing to persuade him, but he supposed he could at least keep an eye on you while you're with him. At least you're with him. If you weren't, he have to take drastic measures to make sure you were. Nobody else was going to have you, that was for sure.

"Hmph. Fine." His clacking increased in speed. You closed your eyes, ready to finally cure the tired part of you, when you heard the clacking stop again and fabric wrap around you.

You opened your eyes to find he's wrapped his Captain's cloack around you, pulling you closer to him while also keeping you warm. The combination of his body heat the warmth of the cloak, and the renewed rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard fixed all your ills. The cold and your tiredness ebbed as you fell asleep in his arms, nestles close to him.

Despite the fact he was still working, he cursed you fot breaking his concentration. You were a little pest sometimes.

But at least you were his pest. He'd been working all night, after all... having you asleep with him, providing hum some much deserved affection as a reward for his hard work was worth it. After all, he was the most intelligent man in the Soul Society. He deserved to have a beautiful woman on his arm, in his arms, providing him with pesky emotions he didn't exactly not like, but rather enjoyed. He especially liked the strange fuzzy feeling he gets whenever he sees your peaceful sleeping face. What was that feeling called again?

NSFW:

a/n tried to keep it as gn!reader as possible, but there is ONE mention of a womb and pregnancy. (I fully believe Mayuri would give a biological male a working uterus and womb just to get them pregnant though)

WARNINGS: Sex toys, marking, nipple play, slight exhibitionism, breeding kink, degrading, power play, mentions of branding, mentions of knifeplay, semi-public sex, creampies, mentions of cock, womb mention/s (f!reader), masturbation, implied yandere in drabble

So, he likes toys.

Hes even made them for you.

Vibrating dildos in the shape of his cock to keep you coming while he's not there.

Vibrating panties that are so silent you can't hear it when you're right next to them.

A little toy kind of like the rose toy, except it's unsettlingly like his actual tongue

Needless to say, he's got you covered while he's away

When he's with you?

RIP.

Throwing it out there: he's a scientist. He's made his dick bigger. We've all seen how he carries Ashisogi Jizo. BDE.

So: 8.5 inches (cut, he likes to be clean) he keeps it unpainted (most of the time) and his balls are clean shaven, having slightly low. Good girth on him, enough to be somewhat of a stretch but not unpleasant. Really good hygiene down below too.

Anyway, he likes to study your reactions

The first few time you had sex, all he did was watch you. He even took notes.

You can't find the notes he took but you're sure that if you can't, nobody else but he can.

He's memorized your weakest, spongy spots

knows you live having your nipples sucked and licked and gently pulled.

those first few times were just you orgasming over and over and over again

loves biting. Marking is a big thing for him, as it shows that you belong to him.

Doesng like to mark with you cum though, as he feels it's a waste

Breeding kink? No

Hatred of wasting perfectly good seed with the potential to grow a genius nearly at his level within your womb? ✨️yes✨️

Is a more dominant man in bed, though likes to power bottom if you really want to ride.

The few times he's properly subbed for you, he didn't mind it, but he'd rather not

You made your sexual boundaries clear, but he's always asked permission to test them. A small brand he healed and got rid of here, a few interesting nights with knifeplay there...

Mayuri may be off the rails, but he'd do anything to keep you by his side. He knows your boundaries, and he knows his.

Moving on, he loves to degrade you.

Filthy slut, naughty whore, stupid bitch, and little cumdumpster seem to be his favorites

He loves the risk of being caught, as he loves the risk of you being humiliated

But he always makes sure you're never caught.

You'd be in an alley way, his cock thrusting in and out like a piston, one leg hoisted into the air, the cold air hitting your most sensitive part while he uses you like a toy, his other hand gripped firmly under your chin to tilt your head back to look at him.

You're dripping everywhere, the sounds of his dick going in and out of you something so lewd and pornographic you can't even contain your moans.

"You'd like to be caught, wouldn't you, you little whore? Go on, cum then, give the men who will walk past something to lick up and stare at."

When you cum, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke a little. He doesn't stop his hips, but you can feel your eyes rolling as he keeps abusing that sweet, sensitive spot inside you

Without warning, he's all the way in, his tongue running down your neck to bite the junction between your shoulder and neck as he cums deeply inside you.

Theres always a lot of it, to the point where it's almost like hes got years worth just stored there (even though your sex life is somewhat regular)

Oh yeah. I don't think Mayuri has a high sex drive, per se, I just think he likes to be close with you. Any chance he gets, he's like to be spending quality time with you and touching you in some way, and sex is quite good for that.

aftercare is pretty odd tbh

"You did better than I thought you would."

he generally likes to hold you close, and uses his captains hoari to wipe you down, if you want to be wiped down.

not many kisses, but he'll talk about the most insane things (i.e, how exciting it would be to study Ichigo Kurosaki, how annoying Captain Shunsui is, nitpicking over Akons work in the lab) quietly to help you get to sleep

once you're asleep, that's when the real aftercare starts

If your an afab, as much as he hates wasting it, he gives you a little injection to prevent his seed from taking hold in your womb

because of course, he's modified his semen to bypass any and all forms of birth control

after that, he cleans himself up, becayse he actually hates feeling sticky (as fun as it all was, that's one of his few icks when it comes to sex) he gets all the cum, the bodypaint, the sweat, and blood (if there is any) off before going back to bed

lastly, he'd make sure the bed was comfortable enough for him to settle down into, and he cuddles with you for as long as he can before either morning comes or he has to go back to work

he likes to cage you to him while you sleep, making sure you really can't escape

Tiny nsfw drabble:

His mouth devoured yours, much like how a lion would devour it's first meal in days. In the tiny corner of the lab, a hidden room long covered over but with no dust on any surface- he must have planned this, you think -he presses you against the wall, kissing you with such passion yet such possessiveness, you wonder if this is how the moon feels knowing the sun chases her. Knowing such heat is so close, yet only the sun can demand when you shine from it.

Everything in your mind turned into mush as he shoved you further against the wall, the pommel of Ashisogi Jizo pressing into your stomach, pushed a little further out than normal from his hard cock, still confined into his pants.

You tried. You really did. You knew his rule -"No touching until I tell you," -but it was so hard to abide by when you hadn't had him in over a week. It had been so busy, what with his newest big project...

So your hands moved to the front of his hakama, gently cupping his growing bulge through the fabric. You were rewarded so kindly for your disobedience, with a low growl from him and a hand flying to your throat to stop you from moving anymore, but the gentle grinding of his clothed cock against your hand. His lips nipped at yours and when you opened your mouth to gasp, he slipped his tongue inside, Ashisogi Jizo pressing painfully into your stomach as he leaned his entire body against you, quite desperate now to relieve himself of how hard he was. When he took his hand away from your neck, for a brief moment you had perfect clarity, and realized he wasn't going to punish you today.

Mayuri needed you. Over a week of yearning, battling himself and working so hard for his projects costs and hard work to pay off, he deserved to just stop talking. He deserved to not have to speak, to not say any words or make any sound. He just needed you.

The air was hot as you two writhed. His needs were coming and coming fast, much before yours, but when he dipped his head to bite and suck on your neck, his headpiece digging into your jaw, if felt as if you were about to orgasm just from that.

His hands were rough, pawing at your waist and ass, as if he could tear off your clothes and skin and get to the bones underneath, and make messy, bloody, raw love to your insides. Mayuri was a mess, to the point where he himself, who prided himself on his sharp mind and ability to be clear-headed through anything, began just desperately thrusting his clothes cock into your hand.

Your moans and little gasps when he kept attacking your neck with his lips and teeth, his body pain leaving marks of his lips all over your skin, but not marks like he loves to give, bruises formed by his lips that both adored and condemned you. Lips that lied and manipulated and coerced you into staying once, lips that now tried to make up for all lost time.

As soon as Mayuri found that sensitive spot on your neck- he didn't go straight for it this time, odd... -you scrambled wit your hands to pull down his hakama pants and grabbed ahold of his bare cock. The fleshy hardness of it, the girth, and the length... you couldn't do it alone, but he would help you out. He groaned into you neck, the second sound he's made since he dragged you into this small, abandoned room, pleased with you. He began thrusting, sloppily, into your hands, as you tilted your head back as he kept on kissing and marking your neck. One of his hands moved to paw at your chest, blindly reaching into your shihakusho to toy with one of your nipples as his tongue lapped at your neck.

You're breathy moans and whines, mixed alongside his occasional grunts, echoed in the room, and despite the locked door, he selfishly wished he'd dragged you anywhere else, just so nobody would hear you but him.

At the reminder to himself that you were his, his alone, and his until he chose to discard you (which he would never do), he grunts then exhales from the back of his throat, his cum coating your hands. He slowed his thrusts down, he stopped kissing your neck so hungrily, and he withdrew his hand from the inside of your shihakusho. His breathing was heavy still, and he looked at you with half lidded eyes filled with fire.

You felt a pull in your gut as his cock, which had been softening ever so slightly, hardened again. Mayuri kissed your neck softly, featherlight, before pulling his head back, but he didn't move his hips, or try to escape the grasp your hands had on his dick.

"You're not going to waste the next few, are you, my dear?" His voice is husky, raw with emotion. The look in his eyes reminds you of a man starved, a softly boiling rage born from need of something just beyond his reach. Mayuri leans forward to brush his lips against yours, his long nail on his right hand slowly tracing down the front of your disheveled shihakusho, opening it for his eyes and his eyes only. To see your skin, unmarred for over a week, displayed before him...

"I won't."

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, and his gaze flicks to yours again. He grins, a predator, a man who will take what he needs to soothe his hunger.

"Good. On your knees then, and don't be wasteful."

#mayuri x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #bleach x reader #bleach #yn #nemu #smut #fluff #mayuri being insane #yandere themes #kinky shit #mayuri being tamed #pov ur bofriend is insane but its ok that means he's insane for you <3

[sixx-writes]

I was thinking on the reader being the chocked one, but honestly both ways would make me very very happy ♥-Mayuri obsessed anon

(cont. from _observing)

cw: slapping, choking, rough sex, begging, f!reader

Mayuri was insatiable since that day in the surveillance room.

He couldn't seem to get enough of you in his spare moments sometimes even dragging you off in the middle of your work followed by the knowing looks of your peers. He had marked you up so much you'd taken to wearing a scarf unable to handle the shame of the obvious love bites he left all over your throat from your many encounters since.

You had been mistaken in your initial assumption of the man and like everything else he did he seemed not to care in the least what anyone thought or what they knew. While he was prone to irritability and usually dignified when it came to you Mayuri had no shame whatsoever.

Even he seemed to be taken aback by his own addiction to burying himself within you and was trying to rid himself of the urges by fucking you as much as possible. It made you curious how long he'd been deprived of sex to reach such a needy state.

"Fuck," you moaned out as he unraveled your body so easily with perfectly aimed thrusts into the spot that left your eyes in the back of your head.

It was one of the rare times when the two of you had used a bed instead of a wall or a random piece of furniture. Or that time he'd pushed you to your knees in the hallway..

Cool fingertips traced over the swell of your breast and over the side of your throat where he'd bruised you enjoying his own handiwork.

It was also one of the rarer times when Mayuri had mostly undressed himself allowing his hakama to pool around his hips with the obi loosely tied. He was more slender than you had thought with the bumps of his ribs visible beneath a web of scars that you longed to touch.

Mayuri gave you a knowing smile when he caught you admiring him, "You can touch me. I won't bite."

Well that was a lie.

Still, you acted on your urge and trailed your fingers along one of his larger scars feeling the dip in his skin curiously. He'd slowed his pace to be unusually gentle, lazily moving his hips and watching you.

"I'm curious however," he said making you jump from being too lost in the moment. Your eyes snapped back up and he had that look which let you know he was about to do something unpleasant.

"What did you imagine? When you thought of me doing this."

A hot flush spread all the way down to your chest and your treacherous brain immediately recalled your favorite fantasy of Mayuri making your cunt tighten.

"I-"

You stopped and so did he, his eyes narrowing to two gold slits of annoyance, "Tell me at once. Or I'll stop."

You get the feeling he doesn't just mean this occasion. It's probably only a bluff since he seemed even more caught up in using your body than you were in enjoying his cock but you didn't want to risk it. You took a deep breath and counted to five.

"I always imagined you punishing me when you found me t-touching myself."

He didn't seem impressed by this, "Punishing?"

"You know, like, spanking and uh sometimes you choke me."

You quietly prayed for a world ending event to begin after that horrible confession. While you had advanced your relationship with your Captain to a physical level this was too much.

You'd never been good with admitting things like this out loud.

It was then that Mayuri slapped you. You were so shocked by the sudden sting that you didn't react at all until the second hit landed on the other cheek, a low moan slipping out like an exorcised spirit, surprising you even more.

Wide eyed you looked up at him and he was regarding you in the same way that he did with his research notes. Trying to analyze something he didn't understand just yet. Or maybe he did and wanted to confirm it.

The added wetness between your legs was the answer as you started to pant while both of your cheeks throbbed sending the pain straight to your cunt.

"Perverse bitch," Mayuri commented sounding nearly bored, "It seems the surveillance I had on you these past months didn't do your depravity justice after all."

You groaned from embarrassment or arousal you don't know anymore.

Mayuri's hips snap up into your body where he'd partially slipped out making you gasp and arch off the bed. Your inner walls had grown more sensitive from the lack of friction and his impromptu rough treatment.

Just like in your fantasy his fingers are suddenly around your throat, holding it tight but not tight enough to choke you, not yet.

"Beg me to hurt you, slut, so I know you aren't lying," he sneered lowly in a way that made your insides twist, "It should be easy for you, depraved creature that you are."

Mayuri stabbed at your insides in irregular movements that aren't satisfying in the least while he waited.

You felt desperate tears pricking at your eyes, your darkest fantasy within reach, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Please, choke me, sir. I want you to hurt me and make me regret being a w-whore, please, I need it."

Mayuri chuckled, "You want it that badly, hm? Very well."

His slender fingers clamp down hard, cutting off your air and circulation, making your arms spasm where they still lay above your head. Mayuri fucks you harder than you've ever been fucked before, reaching new depths that leave your cervix throbbing in agony. The sounds of your coupling grow louder, the soaked sounds of your cunt filling the room.

Eventually, out of need for survival your hands weakly land at his wrists trying to free yourself when the edges of your vision blacken. On the precipice of blacking out entirely you feel another sharp slap that brings you back, your hazy vision landing on Mayuri's face.

His expression is chillingly dispassionate in contrast to the near insanity you yourself were reaching as your orgasm was fast approaching. Mere moments before it crashed down on you he stopped again.

Your hair was fisted and roughly pulled back when his teeth are in your throat again, biting and sucking a trail downwards. When he reaches your nipple he bites down hard enough that your eyes fill with fresh tears and you sob both wanting him to stop and wanting it to never end.

Your cunt milked at his cock trying to encourage him to keep going but he doesn't until your orgasm has receded, contented with torturing you with only his mouth.

An endless string of cursed and pleas leaked from your mouth blending into nonsense when he started to fuck you again making the bed hit the wall with every slam of his hips.

So close, so close, so close.

You're not even sure if you're saying it out loud or in your head just like you're not sure how much time has passed or how long Mayuri has kept you on edge. You were trapped in a loop of pain and pleasure, the peak of ecstasy, needing to be released so badly.

You don't know if when you manage to open your eyes if the wild grin he's wearing is real or imagined. Fantasy and reality are blending together into a fever dream when the thread finally snaps and you're screaming, or trying to scream, as his hands were around your throat again. Your release is copious and you think you may have squirted for the first time around his cock, soaking his stomach and the sheets.

Finally you float off, relieved, never feeling his cum dripping from your body, blissfully unconscious.

:^)

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi ― Thorn In Your Side

PAIRING: Mayuri Kurotsuchi/Reader WORD COUNT: 4.6k TYPE: Humor, Rivalry WARNING(S): There’s um.. a lot going on. So dubious morality for both characters, mental torment (but in a funny way tbh), threats of violence, imagined violence that’s only somewhat deserved, One futile act of violence, department 12 shenanigans (like how Certain People think running experiments on others casually is acceptable), a couple NSFW jokes

Something malicious was brewing. And it was really, really bad.

Akon could only watch while you ran up to him with a dubious concoction of some sort in your hand, behaving much like an excitable child. It had been like this for a few weeks now: you and Captain Kurotsuchi would approach him and force him to take one of your potions or test one of your creations and then run off.

It wasn't your constant desire to drug him that was disconcerting to him. Actually, that was kind of normal.

No, what made him confused was how the two of you would come to him with the most benign and useless inventions possible. Sometimes you dicked around and made things that would only be viable in hyper-specific situations, and so did Captain Kurotsuchi, though it wasn't in the latter's style to involve Akon in it, much less to gauge his opinion on it. His way of achieving this was to subtly (not very) hint at him he's supposed to find his captain's projects way more impressive than yours, which was incredibly silly.

A few weeks ago you had presented him with some gadget which explodes if you wink at it, and you had asked him to see for himself, and when he did, you said, "See, it really explodes," as if that was ever questioned. Then Mayuri had asked him to drink some liquid which manipulates your color perception and was barely resisting the urge to throw a tantrum when you appeared out of nowhere and suggested he should turn it into gas poison and give it to Shunsui since it'd be useful for his shikai.

After some days, you showed up with an umbrella that could turn someone invisible, and then in retort Mayuri made some kind of spray which is capable of 'revealing the form of something concealed to the naked eye' or whatever he had called it. The situation had been snowballing from there.

It was unlike Captain Kurotsuchi to entertain such foolishness, but with you, things stood differently.

Before the Soul Society had exiled Urahara, Mayuri was second seat, and you were third. He liked to put on airs, and you liked to infuriate him. Even though he'd never lower himself enough to admit it, about the likes of you no less, in terms of intelligence, mostly you were even with him. Even if you applied your talents in... different ways, you could go toe-to-toe with him.

Of course, when Mayuri took Urahara's position, he demoted you immediately since he couldn't stand you. You brought out parts of him he didn't like to acknowledge ― mostly the desire to act based on emotion, with that emotion being anger, and those actions being to beat the living shit out of you one of these days. He couldn't bear the notion of you being able to get the best of him like he's sure you've wanted.

Even at present, you remained an unseated officer, yet taking that measure wasn't enough to keep you two separated. Maybe it would've been cute if you and Mayuri weren't the people you were at your very fundamentals.

No, he couldn't keep getting involved in this.

"You know, I'm obligated to go with the captain's whims. Yours... not so much," he said once you had arrived.

"Aww, really?"

"Why do you say that like you weren't aware?"

"I was just hoping you'd be too scared I'd run an experiment on you in your sleep to stop being my guinea pig."

"Is that a thinly veiled threat?"

"I didn’t veil it at all, Akon," you said with a joyous smile on your face. And like you had said nothing alarming at all, you skipped away from him and down the barracks.

___

Ichigo was not happy to see you. But then again, there hadn't been an occasion where he was ever happy to see you. Regardless, for the good of the town, maybe, he felt himself responsible to ask, "Why are you... here?"

"I'm going to steal a car," you said like it was normal.

"Do I want to know why?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"No, but I think you shouldn't do that."

Sensing he might've been about to start an altercation, you took the mature course of action and flash-stepped to a random location. Ichigo rolled his eyes like your very presence was an inconvenience to him, and then he figured going after you was more trouble than it was worth. On the off chance you could hear him, he called out, "Alright, GTA San Andreas."

The agenda for today was exciting. You giggled to yourself, which was perhaps creepy as you imagined what the look on your captain's face would be when you showed him up. Ever since Akon rejected you, he had lost interest in you again, but you came up with something that'd surely blow his pants off and make him jizz himself in front of everyone. Or at least that was the desired effect.

Once you found one of those cars from the world of the living that was to your liking, you readied a leftover hell's butterfly you'd stolen from someone and opened The Senkaimon, ready to travel through Dangai. Even if dragging it after yourself was a bit of trouble.

When you made it back, your face almost split open with a huge grin while you caressed the expensive sports car you had just borrowed. This was going to be so much fun.

___

No one had seen you for almost three weeks, though no one cared enough to look for you since you were most likely holed up in a cave somewhere, surrounded by 'borrowed' equipment. Surely you'd reappear as usual, much like a cockroach.

And reappear you did, in front of a large audience, while driving a vehicle and fast. Many people saw glimpses of you while you were speeding down the roads and terrains, and the car you were driving was not the one you initially stole.

It was Yumichika, Akon, Nemu, Mayuri and Yachiru you stopped to a halt in front of. You did not know why they were even together, but that hardly mattered at the moment because you rolled down the window and slapped something inside, and the car let out a blaring beep. There were other bystanders, of course, but you didn't know their names.

"What's the meaning of this?" demanded Mayuri. His features creased, which only made your eyes crinkle more and your smile widen. You'd gone missing (he wasn't worried, it's just- the workload output suffered as a result!) and now you appeared with whatever this was.

"I'm introducing cars to the Seireitei," you said casually, and then you hopped out before you slammed the door shut. Like this expensive ass thing you'd built yourself was nothing more than a worthless toy you'd discard once you've had your fun with riling him up.

Mayuri loathed you with all his being, except for maybe his artificial organs and parts.

Yumichika's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. "You're doing what?!"

You ignored him as if he wasn't there, now fixated on Captain Kurotsuchi, who seemed to be on the brink of popping a blood vessel. He didn't care about how random your decision was or what means ― ethically ― you used to achieve this. He was just mad he didn't think of it first. And oh, he was sure you were having a field day.

"And is that why you were slacking off?" he asked, taking a menacing step closer to you, but you didn't budge. You never really did.

Yachiru rushed off, rambling something about telling Kenpachi the good news, even though she didn't know what the things both of you were saying even meant. But it sounded like a good thing, so she figured it was worth celebrating.

Again, with the thick tension between yourself and Mayuri, neither of you cared enough to note that she had run off. It seemed wholly irrelevant.

"Well, yes," you said while scratching your chin, and then you inched closer to him as well. One of the many things he hated about you was your nerve, your audacity. "I thought it was gonna take less, but then I had to teach myself how to drive, so... But hey, it might be a good thing!" Then you faked being upset, twisting your face in an ugly way, just to rub in the fact you're being disingenuous. "After all, our division's budget got cut off a lot 'cause of your last experiment, Mayuri, but if we mass sell these, maybe we can get some of those profits back."

He should fucking incinerate you right here in front of everyone.

"A member of my division will not parade around such lowly inventions." He was just saying that for the sake of talking and putting you down, which he was guilty of indulging in often, and you knew it. "You're an embarrassment to me. Modifying another world's mode of transportation? Can you be anymore unoriginal?"

You inched even closer, and so did he, until you pressed against him cheek-to-cheek. The subject of your disagreement barely mattered. You often communicated around each other, and the words either of you said never amounted much.

"I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment, Mayuri," you said, sounding all too happy about it. "Maybe you should punish me by letting me test one of your new poisons for you."

Yeah, right, so you could come up with an antidote on your own and piss him off some more? "You're too filthy to even be a lab rat."

His face paint was smudging against your cheek. Your eyes were almost closed into crescents while his were open wide, peering right into you, golden and alert and manic. You turned your head slightly as you were butting into him, and your eyelashes were poking him in the retina, yet he was unfazed. Mayuri smiled at you, all teeth, like you were prey, and you leered right back at him like you would any other day, close-lipped.

"Is that their socially acceptable way of fucking in public?" Yumichika cut in with a deadpan.

Nemu couldn't feel much, but something akin to disgust rose within her, and she walked away without a word. Akon shared similar sentiments and followed suit.

"Come on guys, was it something I said?"

Yachiru reappeared, this time on Kenpachi's shoulder. She pointed at the car you'd brought and told him this was what she was talking about.

"It seems weak," Kenpachi said before he obliterated it with one punch. It was now nothing more than a pile of parts and components.

Mayuri snapped out of whatever trance he was in and put the tiniest bit of distance between himself and you. Then he turned to Kenpachi. "You know, as much as you repulse me, you can be useful for certain things I wouldn't stoop low enough to do myself."

"Don't start with me, you fucking nerd. What's this, anyway?"

"It was just my little side-project," you intervened, though you sounded like you weren't at all upset about what he had done, and you weren't. You had a calm expression plastered on your face.

At this, Kenpachi felt a little sheepish. "Uh, ok."

"Don't worry about it," you said while you clapped your hands. "It was a lot of fun making it, but I don't care anymore!"

___

You were back to working like you were supposed to be, inputting some boring data into the computer at your workstation. Mayuri approached you. He liked to hover over your shoulder and wait for mistakes to come up, yet those occasions were rare. Your slip-ups were his personal Christmas.

"About that stunt you pulled earlier," he started when he found there was nothing else to nitpick.

"What about it?" you answered, all clueless and frolicsome.

"It seems your senile mind doesn't comprehend this, so let me make myself clear. And you might want to write this down since I won't repeat myself. You're forgetting you're no longer third seat, and that man isn't around to defend your antics anymore, so I suggest you stop allowing yourself to behave like you used to... Or there might be consequences." Despite how this little speech of his was supposed to serve as a warning, he seemed thrilled at the possibility of enacting some kind of punishment on you.

You kept silent.

"Did you understand? Don't tell me outside of being an imbecile, you also can't do something as simple as comprehend simple sentences," Mayuri said brusquely.

"Sorry, did you say something?" you asked, closing your eyes and slipping into your usual facade of oblivious tactlessness. "I didn't hear any of that 'cause you look like a clown and it distracted me. You know me, I'm just a stupid little thing. Get sidetracked easy and all."

He fought against his natural urge to clench his fists and perhaps pummel you to death. It was below him to be provoked by you and the kinds of things you'd say, and yet they angered him to no end. The kinds of digs you made were low effort most times, though somehow you still got under his skin. Maybe he held resentment towards you for too long now, but if he lost control of his self-imposed restraints, he'd also lose to you.

You were smart enough to know what to say and how to act to piss off everyone you met. That was the horrible thing about you, really, how much you liked to play games, and how you thought of ways to rope people into them. Instead of putting your brain to good use, you used it to engage in some mild version of psychological warfare with whoever you thought would react in a fascinating way, and usually it was never in your best interest to mess with your targets.

Mayuri found this to be what was wrong with people like you, and Ichimaru Gin, and Urahara Kisuke. This love for something so boring, so uninspired. How you had your way and pressed him, anyway.

Well, your favorite game to play, it seemed, was walking on his last fucking nerve. And it had been just that for decades now.

"Don't worry, I'm a very tolerant person, as you may know," Mayuri said. "Maybe I shall write my detailed instructions on how you could avoid acting like a cretin on a post-it note and stick it to your forehead? Or perhaps branding them on your arm would do, so you can see them without trouble?"

You cheered. Mayuri recognized this as a cue you were about to say something insufferable. What was worse was, you increased the volume of your voice so everyone in proximity could hear. "Ooh, branding? How about a tattoo? I love tattoos! My pain tolerance is really high, you know? I have a tramp stamp of your name. I like showing it to the others and telling them about our star-crossed lovers story. You know, how you didn't let me be lieutenant because-"

On impulse, Mayuri found it fitting to shut you up by forcing his fingers into your blabbering mouth. They were wet, and it was disgusting, so disgusting he'd probably have to burn his skin off and regenerate to be rid of all remnants of you later, but he had muffled what you were saying, which was what was important. He considered probing your throat and killing you in this way, but it seemed too vulgar and primal for his tastes.

He grit his teeth and the tension in his jaw was enough to give him a migraine already, if you hadn't already accomplished that before. You were talking whatever bullshit came to mind and there was no way in hell you were being serious, but this ordeal got out of hand and attracted a lot of onlookers. Now that he thought about it, maybe he hadn't made the best decision with his method of shutting you up, considering what you had just said.

With this in mind, he got his slender hand far away from you, like your saliva had burned him. You looked at him with false confusion.

"Oh, don't be shy, I know you're inexperienced with matters of the heart since everyone always runs away from you, but-"

"Will you stop lying in front of everyone? Do you think the general population is as insolent as you to believe this? Or that someone such as myself would be involved with someone like you, for that matter? Do not make me laugh. I don't like trivial things like jokes, unlike you."

Mayuri wanted to slap you silly, but he was also getting the impression that you were trying to get him to. You were like dirt under fingernails, something filthy which needed to be gone.

What was wrong with you? Something was definitely wrong with you. He just didn't know what it was.

"Lying?" You stood up, turned around and almost undid your hakama. "I can show you-"

He was sure you would have exposed yourself, but he shoved you in a way he believed seemed as casual as possible until you were sitting again. And he turned your chair around, jaw grazing the nape of your neck. You thought the gesture meant you should get back to work, but then he continued creepily breathing on you and you wondered how he was going to react.

The notion of you doing whatever you said made him want to... Actually, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Then words came back to him and he retreated to the side, where he'd been standing, and you glanced over your shoulder to observe him. You looked delighted.

Mayuri grinned at you. "I'm going to chain you up in a basement-"

"Not into bondage, sorry."

"-and I'm going to create a full copy of your DNA, sample it, and use it as a base for an antidote. Then I'll distribute it as birth control, so a person like you is never born again."

You smiled at him and even laughed as if this was casual conversation where he had, perhaps, slipped a witty one-liner. "Oh, that's a really interesting idea, Mayuri. Maybe you should've made something like that for Aizen, or even Yhwach? Also, you know my DNA doesn't include my personality traits, right?"

His gaze lingered on your lips when you pursed them. You were pretending to be contrite, though it came across as parody.

Your stupid fucking lips, attached to your stupid fucking mouth, which opened to produce sounds from your stupid fucking vocal cords that you didn't deserve to have.

Suddenly an idea came to him and his face lit up like never before. Mayuri gazed at you the same way he tended to when a formidable enemy was facing him and he’d figured out how to defeat them. Then he walked off without uttering a word.

___

Akon thought you were insane.

"Not that I care," he prefaced, "but why do you like riling up Captain Kurotsuchi so much?"

"I act out for attention," you told him cheerfully.

"Don't sound so happy to admit that!"

"I miss Captain Urahara," you said, scratching your neck. "He was fun."

___

Mayuri waited a while to put his plan into motion. Waited a while for an opportunity to be alone with you, to be precise, after he had finished his preparations. And for the first time in his life, this seemed to lift his spirits.

He approached you in a way that was inconspicuous enough. Often you found him obvious to some extent, but there were no oracles to warn you of what was about to occur.

Mayuri pulled you in for a kiss before you could even say hello which would've involved roundabout condescension. You got caught off-guard, but you still responded, even if his lips were kind of cold and unpleasant against yours. He kissed like it was something he read about in an article, and he was insistent on using too much tongue all over your mouth. But it was him, so you didn't mind all that much.

He pulled away from you all too quickly and he seemed elated, which is what first made you suspicious. You opened your mouth to say a snarky remark, but nothing made out. Your voice didn't reach your ears, and Mayuri ogled you with even more glee, if possible.

After he lifted his finger to his chin and turned away from you to mock you, he said, "Words, insults, words, insults, backhanded compliments. Give it a rest, won't you? You've been talking for a while. I'm sure your throat hurts."

You tried to babble some more, for whatever reason, and the effort was futile. No sound would come out. He caught you off-guard and slipped some drug to shut you up while he was kissing you in that pathetic way of his. You knew you should've been angry, but you continued smiling at him impishly.

"You like games, right? Let's play the silent game and not talk for a little while. Is this fun enough for you, [Y/n]?"

At this, you reached in your pockets and pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper. You wrote:

'Were you eavesdropping? I said that about Urahara 'cause I hoped you were.'

Mayuri knew he shouldn't have given you the opportunity to communicate with him at all. He should've left you on your own to deal with your predicament, but for some godforsaken reason he'd been curious, and now he appeared angered. He ripped the paper out of your hands and tore it to pieces before breaking your pen with his bare fingers.

You produced another pair of identical items. It was weird you had these on hand, almost as if you found him predictable and you figured he would've punished you in such a way at some point. And so you scribbled with haste:

'Don't worry, I have more.'

"Oh whatever," Mayuri seethed in a manner unlike himself before he, decidedly for mental health reasons, walked away from you.

You licked your lips. The paint, or at least what remained, didn't taste like anything.

___

Mayuri knew you wouldn't be mute forever. He had just hoped his peace would've lasted for longer than three days, yet you were as talkative as ever when you came up to him.

"Mayuri," you said, wiping your brow dramatically. "I know I'm the thorn in your side, the burr under your saddle, the itch in your butthole, and so on, but you CAN'T steal a kiss like this ever again! You were horrible!"

His eye twitched. "How'd you reverse it so fast?"

You shrugged. "I kind of feel like you're changing the subject here."

"Because I don't care about whatever you just said, and it's irrelevant! Now tell me, how did you do it?!"

"You don't have to be upset," you said. "I can teach you."

Well, now he thought you were the one changing the subject at hand. He didn't like the way you leaned closer to him ― you'd often invaded each other's personal spaces, but this time something was different ― and he didn't like his body's embarrassing response to it. Heart beating fast, sweaty hands, something like fear but not quite, flushed skin. He hated it. It wasn't like this when he ambushed you, but that action had purpose. Mayuri wasn't sure what your goal was in doing this.

Everything you represented in his life was something he was against; to be challenged, a strange pest the actions of he couldn't see coming, someone who made him lose his cool without fail... attraction, loss of control. Nevertheless, he made no move to stop you, even if he considered doing so, instead choosing to lower his eyelashes like you had to meet you half-way.

He lost your game, didn't he?

You held his face and tilted his head to your liking. You were about to make a mess, and instinctively he wanted to scold you for it, but it hardly seemed to be the time for that. The pressure you applied to his lips was light, and what was more disturbing was the warmth blossoming in his chest. He was already short of breath. It was disgusting! You did that to him. You wanted him to act like a fool, and it was repulsive. Illogical as it may have been, amid blaming you for whatever was occurring, his hands found their way around your hips, and he pulled you closer into himself.

You traced his bottom lip with your tongue, and when he let you, you touched the tip of his tongue with yours. It was a better sensation than the time he slobbered all over you, maybe; he didn't really know or care.

Suddenly, you pushed him away and looked at him critically. "Alright, you're still pretty bad, but this was better."

Mayuri was a little stumped you ended it so short, but maybe he deserved it since he had done something similar to you not so long ago. Soon after his initial surprise, though, he did his little eye roll and regained his attitude like it hadn't disappeared at all. "You don't need to be so happy you found the only thing you're better at than me."

He addressed you with annoyance. Things were on the brink of balancing back to normal.

"Well, don't keep your hands glued to your sides. It's creepy."

After staring you down like you weren't anything above a microorganism, Mayuri considered himself done with this situation and was ready to move on with his day. He pondered if he should cleanse himself of this incident, but maybe not. The process was too time-consuming.

You used your fingers to pull up your mouth in an even wider grin than usual and said, "You like me! I'm your first kiss, you likeeee me."

He didn't know why, but it made him feel belittled, and Mayuri whipped out a bottle of a new type of poison he'd been developing and broke it over your head. He carried it around for 'self-defense' and the self-defense part of it was in case you ever bothered him enough he needed to kill you on the spot. It meant to melt your skin in the matter of seconds, but you acted as if this happened to you every Tuesday and injected yourself with a needle you seemed to have taken out of nowhere.

Mayuri bared his teeth at you.

"I got a sample of this when I was snooping around and already developed my antidote. Sorry, Mayuri, I didn't wanna take yours," you explained with a smile.

Okay. That was it.

He exhaled through his nose, then backed away from you, then he started gradually disappearing out of sight as he tried to vacate the premises. The premises being your general presence.

You yelled at him while he was leaving, "I know you like me! I'm your first kiss! You gotta like me."

Then you turned around towards Akon, who had been pointedly ignoring this entire, bizarre exchange, and decided he needed to be convinced of this too. "He likes me," you said, pointing your index finger towards the place Mayuri had been standing.

"I'm going to be honest with you, I think he's planning on turning you into one of those pod people he keeps in jars."

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

"Well, I saw the plans for it."

For the first time, you appeared a little alarmed. "Shit. Looks like I need to hack into the database again."

Akon shrugged like he hadn't just revealed you were about to die, and soon.

"So does that still mean he likes me?"

"No, [Y/n], it doesn't."

"I'm taking this as a solid maybe," you said, going back to smiling, and you skidded away from him with a slight spring in your steps.

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