#zayuri

[outlanderalien]

Make love through war.

Part 1

Kurotsuchi Mayuri / Kenpachi Zaraki, Kenmayu, Zayuri

Short ficlet, might follow up with a pt2 later down the line...

The unconventional start of a relationship between two ultra violent monsters and their insatiable bloodlust.

CW: Violence, S&M

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"S-..Subarashii..." Mayuri gasped as blood flooded his lungs "Your strength.. truly is a marvel to behold.."

Zaraki didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the golden eyes of the man he'd just impaled.

"At a loss for words?" Mayuri smiled "You should be..." He choked back blood "The dose I administered earlier should have incapacitated you entirely..."

He relaxed slightly, letting the weight of his body hang on the sword embedded in him, causing him to let out a shaky gasp that excited Zaraki.

"But, my, my..." Mayuri hummed as he stretched his hand out, placing it on Zaraki's with a half-lidded glance. "Beast that you are..." He pulled the blade deeper into himself "You simply brute forced your way through it..."

Their faces now inches apart, Zaraki's expression was stoney and intense, unmoving as though possessed. Mayuri leaned in closer, examining every detail through half closed eyes, he could feel the brutes hot breath on him.

"Ah, paralysed at last are you.. ?" He almost sounded disappointed "You must be in exquisite agony... But I suppose even a savage like you must have your limits-- Gh-!!"

The blade twisted unexpectedly inside him, rendering him speechless.

"You talk too much." That deep growl made Kurotsuchi shiver.

Zaraki unsheathed the sword from Mayuris anatomy, letting him crumble to the floor. They were both breathing hot and heavy, battered and bloody.

This fighting had been a recurring event ever since their very first battle. Something happened during that time that neither could've anticipated. No matter how much Zaraki mutilated Mayuri, he could never truly kill him, he'd just slink away and regenerate. And no matter how many poisons Mayuri tested on Zaraki, he always found a way to confound Kurotsuchi and his scientific method.

For each it was as though they had found a new toy, one that could never bore them, and one they could never truly break.

As time passed, something in the air changed between them. In the midst of all the stabbing, biting, clawing, mauling, poisoning, mutilating... there was intimacy. It was fierce and erotic, bloody and lustful, agonising and orgasmic.

"Are you gonna regenerate or what." Zaraki grunted.

"My word, you are insatiable." The scientist lay broken on the hard ground, smiling weakly. "I haven't the time to keep playing with you, besides it's going to take a while for me to regenerate after all that." He tutted "Honestly, the pain you've put me through..."

"You feel pain?" Zaraki had always figured that he'd have had those inefficient nerves removed.

"Excruciating~" Mayuri beamed sickly. Many questions Zaraki had were answered with that one reply.

With a sigh, Kenpachi turned to make his leave.

"Oh? Leaving already..?"

"The fight's done."

"and don't you want the spoils of war?"

Kenpachi halted, he knew exactly what he meant, though he wouldn't turn to face him again.

"Such a pain..." Mayuri continued in a playful tone "I'm entirely helpless in this state... One could truly take advantage of me like this~"

"Get a hold of yourself." Zaraki snarled "I don't fuck corpses."

"Ah, just like a savage then. You prefer them kicking and screaming~"

Zaraki didn't dignify that.

Wordlessly he continued his exit, bloodlust still running high, and nowhere to put that energy, nowhere he was prepared to yet anyway.

"Another time, perhaps" Mayuri teased.

Alone, Mayuri lay in his own pooling blood, irritation began to wash over his lust like a bucket of cold water. "Honestly..." He muttered to himself "I have much work to do on those poisons... Truly laughable results..."

He too now had a lot of energy that will go to waste, and coming down from that high left his ego in tatters.

"Ungrateful savage. I don't offer myself to just anyone..." He suddenly felt the crushing embarrassment of rejection all at once, which quickly turned into burning anger.

"I will have to make a very special concoction for that brute..." He began plotting sadistic poisons and traps for their next battle, giddy at the thought of bringing Zaraki to his knees...

...

"That bastard." Zaraki muttered to himself as he returned to the barracks. "Mocking me like that. Sick freak." His mind was still on the visage of Mayuri draped on his sword, moaning indulgently.

He had to stop his mind wandering further. The things he held himself back from doing during that fight... And despite his restraint Mayuri had to go and tease him like that at the end.

"Tch..."

Next time I'll give him what he wants. His mind was still stuck on all the ways he wanted to break Mayuri, and all those shrill whines and moans he makes... I'll give him what he wants alright...

[retribution-in-silk]

₊ 𖦹﹕𝒵𝒜𝒴𝒰𝑅𝐼, 𝑀𝑒𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃！(🦢)

[mayuris-basement-dweller]

Song Reccomendation:

First off, author's note.

Quite aware of official Kurotsuchi music tastes, had someone shove it in my face a while ago. This is just a headcanon, alright? Let's not fight over it. It is quite a self indulgent ficlet.

Also, it was induced by my late-night migraine. Any grammatical mistakes, chalk it up to my poor man's English and even poorer health. Ok? Ok.

We going by the premise Mayuri heard "Winter/Four Seasons" somehwere and so will you, my reader. There you go. Thank you for reading!

Play me like a Violin - Kurotsuchi Mayuri/Kenpachi Zaraki, Kenmayu, Zayuri

Cw: Violence

"What happens when Mayuri is disturbed by a whole lot of sound and fury."

He wasn't the biggest musical enthusiast, as the science man that he was. His life's soundtrack was the silence of his lab, the whirring of machines, frantic typing, the slicing of blades through flesh...

But, for some reason, he woke up with a certain song on the back of his mind that day.

And throughout the day, he could swear he felt it in his bones.

Maybe it wasn't the song at all.

Maybe it was just that day... He was still shaken.

"Ugh... Will this headache never stop?!"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi hated anything that interrupted his efficiency. Headaches being one of the worst offenders. And with all the work he had to do, too!

That would be one long day,indeed...

And his mind went right back to the song he was thinking about. By some human composer named Vivaldi. Antonio Vivaldi. And it was called "Four Seasons" but... Mostly "Winter".

Massaging his temples slightly, he was on his way to the 12th Division, and the song was still there. Why was he thinking about it so much?

Because it made his blood stir.

It made it boil. Not in a bad way like...

"Like that... Barbarian, does."

And it's happening again. Again his thoughts drift to Zaraki. This was unnerving, disturbing, something he didn't need at all. He had to fix that.

Somehow, he had to.

Or else, it would keep happening. It could keep happening.

Vivaldi's Winter. And those strings. Those strings cut like swords. Fast. Inclement. Like a terrible and fleeting memory.

Like his memories of the night before.

Down to the lab he went. His thoughts a mess and his heart pounding.

He just wanted his peace and silence back. But his thoughts had a lot of sound to them, his body was still singing tunes...

And he hated it. Every single bit of it.

He opens the door. Nemu greets him. Akon greets him. But he needed silence. Silence and distance from everyone.

He goes and locks himself in his personal lab.

"Ah, strings..."

He closes his eyes and breathes. No one could know. No one should know.

But then it all rushes back to him and he groans, mad at everything but especially at himself.

Why did he enjoy that so much?!

Why Zaraki throwing him around with so much violence, ripping his clothes off, pining him against a wall the past night... Made him feel alive like he didn't feel in ages?

Why was he shaking, thinking about that now?

Why. Why. Why!

He could feel his throat drying up.

Like the rhythm of that song, he could remember every moment vividly. It was just another fight that suddenly took a turn. That wasn't supposed to happen. That shouldn't have happened!

It went against every one of his logical thoughts. It didn't make any sense. That bastard had no right, he had no...

But the kisses and caresses and the hushed sounds...

Like Winter's strings. Fast. Desperate. Harsh.

And Zaraki's voice:

"Aha. Suddenly I am not such a nuisance anymore, huh, Kurotsuchi?"

Mayuri sits down and hits his desk in blind anger:

"Yes! Yes, you are a nuisance and I hate you and I want you gone!"

While he buried his face in his hands, he could still feel it all. Every fleeting moment, every touch, like if it was happening then and there... In his lab.

Crescendo and Decrescendo.

Too long and too fast. He couldn't focus his thoughts. All he could remember was Kenpachi. His voice, his taunts, his scent, his body...

"Don't even... Try to struggle. No one will hear you. Today, you lost."

Zaraki smirks somehwere in his memories:

"And you are all mine."

And then sounds. Sounds and more sounds.

And silence.

And hushed goodbyes. And promises of hatred everlasting. At least from Mayuri's part, because Zaraki...

"Yeah, yeah. See you next week. Bound to lose to me again, anyway. Just make sure you... ahem..."Get mad at me" somehwere more secret. You don't want people hearing you, right?"

The nerve!

His anger was such he could break someone in half, right then. Anyone that dared getting near him would die a gruesome death! Anyone that breaks the sanctity of his silence...

- Master Mayuri?

Urgh. Nemu.

He massages his temples again. Anger boiling.

- Come on in.

Nemu opens the door:

- Excuse me.

Mayuri looks at her. And he blurts it out, probably led by those strings that kept killing him with their blinding speeds:

- Ah, Nemu... How can something be beautiful and terrifying at the same time?

He dramatically raises his hands:

- How can something make one feel regret... But also seek more of it? What kind of punishment is this?

Nemu looks at him in silence. Mayuri smirks to himself:

- Yes, I lost. Indeed, I lost. Nemu?

- Sir?

- Bring me tea. And...

She looks at him. Green eyes a mystery, so cold and so deep.

Like Winter:

- Nothing. Just make sure no one interrupts me today.

- Yes.

Nemu leaves.

Mayuri sighs. And starts humming.

[historiasdeldivan]

Uno nunca está preparado para el desastre; a veces sólo estás ahí cuando el amor te alcanza.

Zayuri Falcón

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[bleachbleachbleach]

This blog is gen in orientation 99.99999% of the time, but inspired by Episode 29 I just want to state for the record that Mayuri/Zaraki* is canon and so is the  geocaching-based Seireitei sex cabal. 

*Zayuri, if you will. 

[thuvienanhdotnet]

Gái xinh Ying Zayuri

Gái xinh Ying Zayuri

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Ngắm gái xinh Ying Zayuri

[ammbedo]

Name mb: Zayuri

[escalante158]

El demonio debajo de mis pies

Estaba fumando un cigarrillo cuando un hombre alto, delgado y cubierto con una enorme sudadera cuya capucha le cubría la mitad de la cara se me acercó. Se sentó a mi lado y no dijo palabra hasta que la ceniza ardiente llegó hasta la colilla. —¿Por qué sufres tanto? No era porque mi maquillaje ya estuviera bastante corrido por las lágrimas recién derramadas o por mi cabello despeinado de tanto jalarlo, o porque mis labios se estuvieran deformando de nuevo para comenzar otra vez el teatro. Era porque la mano del extraño tocaba mi pecho, justo en medio, y yo sentía su calor, como si saliera puro de palma y se colara por las heridas de mis cortes. Era porque se había quitado la capucha para dejarme ver sus ojos negros, que me penetraban y leían tan bien. —¿Por qué sufres así? Si tú amas como cualquiera y como ninguno, tan profundo. Si te preocupas más que por ti misma, si cuidas mejor cuando no eres tú. Si tus abrazos son más cálidos aun si tienes frío, si tus ojos pueden salvar a mil almas. ¿Por qué sufres tanto si tú amas tan jodidamente hermoso? Si nunca exiges nada, si nunca esperas algo a cambio, si... Tuve que interrumpirle, más porque su mano ya había atravesado mi pecho que porque ya estuviera llorando otra vez. Le detuve porque sentía su ira dentro mío, como si a él también le doliese la manera en la que soy, en la que vivo, en la que amo; le interrumpí porque sentía que quería arrancarle todo eso, para siempre, y así dejaría de sufrir. —Tal vez es precisamente por eso, porque no sé medirme. Él retiró su mano, sorprendido, como si no esperara que me abstendría tanto de querer que volviera a meter su mano en mi pecho y que me arrancara todo lo que me hacía mal. Sonrió, sin embargo, y me besó en la frente, no sin antes dejarme ver su verdadera forma: la de una chica con cuatro cuernos sobresaliendo de su cabello que le llegaba a los hombros, pequeña y delgada, vestida completamente de negro. Creí que era el diablo, hasta que dirigí mi mirada a su rostro sonriente y me di cuenta de que nadie sería capaz de saber y entender mejor mi dolor que yo misma.

—Zayuri Falcón 

[vinicioreinaluther-blog]

Zayuri Beautiful 🔥😍 (at Cologne, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bql_vc0BTCP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cfwiv2euwh04

[odalysbaronaa]

Que nunca me falte Zayuri 🖤

[mia-amezcua]

"Ella tiene miedo de estar sola, que algún día llegue a casa después de tantos años y no haya una voz que le de la bienvenida, que le pregunte por su día, que le de un beso y le quite el abrigo. Tiene miedo a estar sentada a la mesa y le hable a los lugares vacíos que tiene en frente, a los vecinos que nunca escuchan nada. Está aterrada de que sus amigos sólo sean un par de copas de vino al día, o una reunión sobrecargada de historias que no son las de ella, porque las suyas no son más que huecos argumentales. Ella tiene miedo de irse a dormir cada noche con las mismas ganas de volarse la cabeza como de cerrar los ojos y descansar".

––Zayuri Falcón.