How do you think Mayuri would react if he came back home and found his pet crying in bed?
Especially if you were too distraught to speak or just, couldn't really tell him what's going on at the time.
I kinda want him to sedate me rn
(Also hope you're doing ok after the horrible test and the migraine you had not long ago 🫂)
((Thank you for the kind words! I have an appointment with neurosurgery coming up to possibly investigate a bony growth near my brain, but we remain silly. I'm sorry this took so long. 💙))
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Mayuri walked into his home and knew almost immediately something was... Off. He didn't hear you in the kitchen, didn't see you in the den when he poked his head in. His suspicion was growing, making him narrow his eyes.
His concern only grew when he opened the door to your shared room and saw you huddled in bed, a pillow clutched tightly to your face to muffle the sobs, your shoulders shaking with the distress. Nested in the blankets, curled up in a trembling ball, obviously distraught.
Mayuri approached the bed, watched you quiver under your layers. He slowly sat on the edge, spoke in low tones.
"What could possibly be the matter, pet? What's happened to make you so upset?"
You raised your head to look at him briefly, only to be overtaken by fresh sobs, crocodile tears streaming down your red-blotched cheeks. You buried your face against the pillow again.
Mayuri nodded sagely. He stood, made his way to the kitchen. A dose of his special tea was in order. When he had the warm cup in his hands, he returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed again. Crooned for you to raise your head long enough to drink your medicine.
You obeyed through tears and hiccups.
Mayuri drew you into his lap, blankets and all, and held your bundled form against him while the tea did its work. The sobbing ebbed to sniffles, which turned to drowsy little whimpers. Mayuri held you close, petting your covered head.
"That's it. You took your medicine like a good pet. Feeling better already, hm?"
The tea was working quickly. Your body relaxed, your mind slowed. Sleep was washing over you, soothing away the upset. You nodded once, let your head drop against your masters shoulder. Closed your eyes.
Mayuri continued stroking your head, his other arm caged around your middle.
"That's right. No more tears tonight, pet. Be good and rest. You can tell me all about it when you wake."
When he looked down, glimpsed your salt-streaked face, he saw you were already fast asleep. He resigned himself to cradling you in his arms for the rest of the evening.
Part 2 Of My Ask Of S/O Being Pregnant With Mayuri’s Baby.
1st Trimester Would’ve Been Stressful With Morning Sickness Until The Beginning Of The 2nd Trimester (Around 12-13 Weeks).
I Wonder How Mayuri Is Going To React When His Pet Is Gonna Carry A Son Within Her. Just As The Bump Is Becoming Visible, Mayuri Would Have His Hand On The Belly Feeling The Baby’s Movements During The Day & His Head Would Be Listening For His Son’s Heartbeat When The Baby Kicked His Cheek Which His Pet Would Joke “Our Son Is Already Grumpy Just Like His Father”.
I Also Just Want Mayuri To Talk To The Developing Baby Within His Pet’s Stomach.
The tests felt neverending. Blood tests, blood sugar tests, ultrasounds. Mayuri monitored everything. The food you ate, how much water you drank, meals always accompanied by vitamins and medicines he'd personally developed to curb your morning sickness. He'd spent one morning holding your hair and rubbing your back while you were sick and decided that was enough for the both of you. Seeing his pet in such a state upset him, though he didn't tell you so.
He watched you like a hawk. Bathed you, dressed you, brushed your hair. You were nowhere near the point in needing assistance with such things but Mayuri didn't care. It was his duty to provide for his pet and he took his duty seriously.
You were resting on the couch in your shared home after another day of routine check ups when you felt the little life in you move for the first time. You practically glowed with giddiness, voice shrill when you called for Mayuri.
Mayuri came from the kitchen, sucking in a breath. "What is it? Is something wrong, are you experiencing some kind of pain?"
You shook your head, smiling brightly. "Come here! Give me your hands."
Mayuri got close, brows knitting together. He knelt by you, looking from your face to your stomach, as he held up his hand for you to take.
You placed his hand on your baby bump, just beginning to grow along with the son you were carrying. Glowing with pride was an understatement.
Mayuri froze, staring at his hand on your belly. When he didn't feel anything, he frowned. He reached up and took off one ear cone with his free hand and inclined his head to carefully lay it against your bump.
That's when your little son kicked, landing the smallest thump to Mayuri's cheek.
Mayuri huffed softly. "He has an attitude."
You giggled, laying your hand on Mayuri's head and stroking his hair. Smiled when he moved closer and pressed his cheek just a bit more against your belly.
"Maybe he's a grump like his papa." You teased, gently scratching Mayuri's scalp with your nails.
Mayuri closed his eyes, cuddled against you and your swollen belly. "Or perhaps he's a bit of a brat like his mother."
"Time will tell, huh?" You said, eyes tender as you watched your partner rest against your frame.
"Time tends to tell, yes." Mayuri muttered back.
You smiled adoringly, content in the moment with Mayuri and the little babe growing inside you.
This Time S/O Finds Out That She’s 3-4 Weeks Pregnant With Mayuri’s Baby & Wanted To Find The Courage To Tell Him, But Didn’t Know How Until Someone Suggested A Surprise Basket With Baby Stuff.
When S/O Tells Mayuri That She’s Pregnant With His Kid While Surprising Him With The Basket, He Would Be Shocked At First Before Realizing That The Baby Within Her Is His Child &, Within A Few Minutes Of S/O Trying To Explain, He Placed His Hand On Her Stomach Creating Little Patterns Making S/O Smile At The Sight.
I Just Want Mayuri Finding Out He’s Becoming A Father.
Mayuri had been suspicious when you'd asked to stay home that day. Not because of your request, but because of the nervousness in your eyes you tried desperately to hide. The too-wide smile you'd given him when you'd waved your hand and said you wanted to catch up on housework. Do some shopping. Have a day to yourself. You were twitchy and he'd caught it immediately, though he allowed you to stay home from the lab. He knew you were up to something. The question was what.
He spent his day wondering just what you were up to. There was no special occasion he could think of. No anniversary, birthday, holiday. He mulled over your anxious chirping from that morning well into the late afternoon. Mulled it over as he walked home. He didn't know what was going on with you and it was nagging at him.
What he certainly didn't expect was for you to greet him at the door. As much as he secretly enjoyed it when you did, it wasn't something you did often. However, when he looked at you, he saw the same nervousness from that morning. Wringing your hands, biting your lip, looking at his face but not his eyes.
Mayuri had enough.
"What is going on with you? Something is clearly on your mind, and I don't appreciate being left out of the loop. If something is wrong-"
You cut him off, more nervous chirping.
"Mayuri, we need to talk. Uhm." You worried your bottom lip with your teeth, then took a deep breath and grabbed his hand.
Mayuri's eyebrows shot up as you dragged him to the sitting room. "What has gotten into you? Are you ill? What could possibly be the matter with-..."
He trailed off when he saw the basket sitting on the coffee table. A basket full of baby essentials. Bottles, pacifiers, a few down-soft baby blankets, neatly folded. He blinked owlishly before narrowing his eyes to slits and looking down at you.
He sat on the couch, eyes on the basket. "Explain."
Like he needed an explanation. He wanted to hear it. Hear the words come out of your mouth.
You swallowed thickly, thoughts racing. Took a few deep breaths. "Mayuri. I'm pregnant. I... We... We're having a baby."
Mayuri stared at the basket, the items in it, for a few long seconds before looking up at you.
"Please don't be angry, please say something, Mayuri." Tears were beginning to prick your lashes. Say something. Anything. Please.
"Come here, pet. Now."
You stepped closer, trying to read his tone. No anger. No malice. Almost... Curious.
Mayuri's gaze dropped to your stomach, like he was trying to see through you to the life growing inside you. He blinked once. Twice. Then reached and laid his hand on your lower abdomen, fingers splayed. Took a breath, exhaled through his nose.
"A... Baby."
He looked up at your face. "This is what you were so anxious about? Telling me you're pregnant? How far along are you?
"Of course I was nervous." Now you were pouting softly. "Being pregnant is... It's life changing. I'm about eight weeks along. You're going to be a father!"
"I am." He looked back at your stomach. Slowly, he took you by the waist and pulled you down into his lap, holding you with one arm around you so he could still gently touch your stomach with his other hand.
"I wish you'd told me sooner, pet. I need to conduct a thorough examination, make sure you and the fetus are both healthy, and that it's developing properly." Mayuri held you closer. "You're not leaving my sight for the next seven months. Or ever again."
You couldn't help but smile, clinging to him with your face hidden against his neck. That was the Mayuri you knew and loved. The nervousness melted away as Mayuri rubbed your back and gently stroked your belly, replaced with the fuzzy warmth of contentment. Everything was right in the world again.
(I'm sorry this took so long, I truly hope you like it. 💙💙💙)
Do-May-Stic Day 9. Unlabelled container (Mayuri Kurotsuchi x reader)!
Entry no. 9! Another Bleach character I've hardly ever written for but wanted to push myself to write. Love me the Mayuri girlies and this prompt made me want to include our freaky lil science man! @domaystic
CW- Just fluff!
Word count- 231
“Mayuri, what’s this?” You asked before even thinking about the consequences of asking your partner what something was. Mayuri turned from his book, cocking his head to the side.
“What is what?” He asked. You pointed at a container that sat in his fridge. You had gone to grab the can of soda you often left in his fridge for slow afternoons. Inside was a red, mushy looking mess. Clumps of unidentified yellow and green poked through the red sea of mystery. As you inspected further, there were pieces of what you guessed was dark meat sticking out of the mush. You wanted to assume it was food. Part of you prayed it was. You also prayed the meat wasn’t anything… Suspicious.
“Nemu made it. Apparently it’s a beef stew with potatoes and green peppers. She wanted to ensure it had various nutrients and health benefits for me to consume.”
You sighed in relief. It sounded normal enough. You opened the lid, smelling the warm fragrance of rosemary, basil and… Raspberries?
“Can I try some?” You asked out of curiosity. Mayuri waved his hand as he turned back to his research.
“I won’t stop you. But do let me know your thoughts. Nemu has a unique culinary pallet.”
You hesitantly grabbed the spoon the mystery stew has been packed with and took a bite.
headcanons for mayuri with an afab chubby (and shy at first) s/o (minors dni)
mayuri really isn't one to care about body type or looks. he cares about brains, personality, chemistry (haha), and sexual compatibility. this man does not care if you're chubby. but if you are chubby -
he is so, so handsy. he is already but if you're soft in the tummy and thighs? you are now his personal stress ball. you are sitting in his lap while he works on his computer with one hand and kneads your hips, thighs, or boobs with the other hand. he'll stroke your tummy or gently drum his fingers on your skin.
he buries his face between your boobs. often. he would live in there if he could. small boobs, big boobs, saggy, perky. boobs are boobs and he will have his face between them as often as he can.
you're shy the first time he tells you he wants to see all of you?
"tch. what do you possibly think you can hide from me? i've seen everything, and now i want to see you."
he trains that shyness out of you. no clothes in his presence allowed until you aren't red in the face and hiding yourself with your hands anymore. he rewards you with touches, sweets, any treat he thinks (knows) you'll like.
you see an outfit you like but you aren't confident enough to wear it? nope. mayuri buys it and a dozen more like it. he has you put on a fashion show, just for him. praises your body with every new outfit you try on, scolds that insecurity out of you. you may not be perfect, nothing is perfect, but your body is yours and nothing about it should make you feel such a silly emotion like 'shame'.
then he has his tailor (we know he has to have one) create outfits for you that match his armor, headdresses, and accessories. he'll show you off to every bastard in the seireitei. no one has someone on their arm like you. no one else has a pretty pet like he does.
if he ever finds you criticizing yourself in the mirror, he's all hands and analysis about how your tummy protects your organs or how your hips are simply a work of biological art. he'll talk until you believe him.
bonus: this man is always cold. chubby little you will become his personal space heater and he'll use you like a lizard uses a basking rock. keep this man warm. expect hands under your boobs. it's warm under there.
Tags: Breeding kink, chemically induced heat/hyperovulation, use of 'pet' and 'bitch' for reader. Continuation of Special Medicine.
Word Count: 659
"I don't know where you think you're going. We aren't done yet."
You swallowed, looking up at Mayuri with dazed eyes. He was staring back, golden eyes hooded by his lashes, smirking. Your gaze flickered down his body to his still-hard cock, glistening with a drop of cum pearled at the head. You couldn't help but lick your lips. If he wasn't finished, then neither were you.
Mayuri grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, positioning himself between your quaking thighs. He kissed you, hard and possessive, as he drove his cock right back where it belonged. Growled against your lips when you clutched his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin. His pace was punishing again, hips slamming against you.
He kissed and nipped his way to your ear, breath fanning against your flesh as he rasped, "This is what you wanted, isn't it, pet? To be my personal bitch for the evening?"
You clawed his shoulders and back, walls clenching and fluttering around his shaft as he filled you again and again. Arched under him, tipped your head back to show your throat, the submission pulsing through you.
"Yes." You uttered, closing your eyes. All you wanted was to feel. To be. To enjoy your master spilling against your womb until neither of you could fathom leaving his bed again.
"Good. That's my good pet, my good little cock sleeve. You'll take everything I give you and thank me for it." Mayuri ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, delighted in the way you shivered.
He pulled back just enough to look at your face. Took in your parted lips, eyes dancing behind their lids, reddened cheeks. His beautiful plaything, pliable under him, everything he could want from what was his. He supported himself on one elbow, ran his other hand down your stomach, dipped his fingers between your sopping folds and stroked your swollen clit, and groaned when your nails dug deeper into his shoulders.
"You're going to cum again for me. We want that womb nice and receptive, don't we?"
Your stuttering cries of affirmation were music to his ears. He clenched his teeth when your cunt squeezed his shaft, breathing heavily through his nose. He was finally breaking a sweat. His pet squirming under him was driving him to his own second release. The way you panted, arched, rocked your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. Art in sinful motion.
Your second orgasm rolled through you, left you gasping and breathless under your master. Muscles tensed, toes curling as you bucked and moaned wantonly. More tears sprung to your eyes as you clung to Mayuri, the only thing you were sure was solid. Real.
Mayuri's hand flew from your sex to your throat, squeezed firmly as he kissed you again. The coil in his belly snapped as he thrust once, twice, and bottomed out. His hips stuttered as he filled you again, ropes of seed filling your quivering hole. He stayed fully inside as he leaned back and looked down at you.
Your eyes opened slowly, vision as fuzzy as your thoughts. You looked up into Mayuri's eyes and smiled, sated and soft.
Mayuri's hand eased from your throat to cup your face. He eased out of you, stroked your cheek when you shivered and whined. He fell into his side beside you, curled an arm around your middle and drew you to him.
You snuggled against him readily, practically purring with pleasure. You nestled your cheek against his chest and relaxed against him. The exhaustion was creeping through you, making you feel warm.
Mayuri traced meaningless patterns up and down your back with his fingertips. "Well, was tonight what you thought it would be?"
You nodded, still smiling. "Thank you."
Mayuri gave one dry chuckle. "You're welcome, pet. Now get some rest, hm?"
When he glanced down at you, you were already dozed off, breaths peaceful and deep.
Tags: Chemically induced heat/hyperovulation. Breeding kink mentioned. Rough love making. Usage of 'pet' and 'bitch' for reader and 'master' for Mayuri.
Word Count: 1,064
Sweat pearled on your skin, making strands of hair cling to your forehead. You were burning, trembling on top of the covers of Mayuri's bed. Thoughts slow like mud, dazed, weak. The need coursing through your veins was becoming unbearable. Rubbing your thighs together didn't bring you any relief, and your orders to keep your hands above your waist was going to make your mind snap.
"Remember that you asked for this.".
You whined out loud, bringing Mayuri's pillow to your face and inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed tears soaked into the fabric as you buried your face against it. You needed him home. Needed him like your life depended on it. He had the medicine that would save you.
Mayuri took his sweet time walking home. He knew what you were going through and the thought made him smirk. He'd had just the thing when you'd admitted to him you had a breeding kink. A wonderful little pill that would induce ovulation, to the extreme. It would damn near put anyone who took it in heat. He knew by now you'd be a mess. A writhing, incoherent mess. He'd given you that little pill that morning and taken his own special medicine. A little concoction to increase his own libido and stamina. If his pet wanted to be bred, oh would he oblige.
The first thing he heard when he stepped into his house was your muffled cries. He shed his coat at the door, leaned his zanpakuto against the wall, and went straight to your shared bedroom. He was too eager to shower off his paint and he knew you weren't in the right mind to care one bit.
He stepped into the room and gazed at you. Skin shiny with sweat, flushed, entire body quivering. You were still clutching his pillow to your face like a life line.
"What could be the matter, pet?" Mayuri drawled, practically sneering.
You dropped his pillow from your face and stared up at him, lashes wet, cheeks red. A whimper bubbled up from deep in your throat. Your desperation was palpable.
"Please." Was all you could manage, your voice a broken little whisper.
The sound of your plea went straight to Mayuri's cock. He made a show of going to his make-up desk, undressing neatly, listening to you whine from the bed behind him. His own desire was lighting in his belly. He wanted you almost as badly as you needed him. And he was going to give you what you so desperately needed.
When he was finished, he turned to you. Looking into your eyes, glistening with tears, he approached the bed. You were on your back, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. He ran his long nail down your skin, starting between your breasts, all the way to the mound of your aching cunt.
Without needing to be told, you spread your legs. Your thighs were sticky with sweat and arousal. You kept your eyes on Mayuri, whimpering just from the feeling of his nail brushing down your burning flesh. You were over salivating and you swallowed, hard.
Mayuri spread your folds with two fingers, golden eyes taking in your swollen clit and your poor hole, dripping and clenching around nothing.
"Poor thing. You must have had such a hard day." He murmured, fake sympathy edging his voice. Condescension. Ownership.
You nodded fervently, breaths hitching in your chest. "Please, master Mayuri. Please."
He tsked, flicking your clit with the tip of one finger. The simple action was enough to make you keen and he watched, satisfied, as your back arched off the mattress.
"I know exactly what my pet needs. Poor creature is in heat, she needs to be bred." He smirked, liquid gold eyes darkening. "Turn over. You need to be bred like a bitch, and I'm going going fuck you like one."
You obeyed without another word, rolling onto your stomach and raising your ass into the air for him, cheek pressed to the sheets. Your heart was hammering in your chest, anticipation making your skin crawl. Your vision was already blurry and you needed your man to fuck you until all you could see were stars.
Mayuri climbed into the bed, positioning himself behind you and fisting his now fully hard cock. The lips of your cunt were shining with arousal, you were soaking with it. He gripped your hip with one hand and lined himself up with the other. He was inside you with one fluid thrust that made you scream.
The pace he set was brutal. He pounded your cunt, thrusts unforgiving as his hips slammed against the globes of your ass. The wet, slick sounds of his cock bullying your insides were obscene. They filled the air, wormed into your brain, made you pant. Saliva dribbled past your parted lips, stained the sheets you were gripping with white knuckles. You couldn't form words, only pitiful mewls and needy cries.
Mayuri's nails dug into your hips, he gritted his teeth, gaze set on the sight of his cock filling you over and over. He reached with one hand, found your clit with the pad of one finger and started rubbing the little bud in tight circles. His first orgasm was already creeping up on him, making his muscles taut.
"Cum for me, pet. Be a good bitch and cum all over my cock." He hissed, his own breaths becoming pants.
You shattered, entire body shaking and writhing with your orgasm. Your tummy muscles tightened, thighs started shaking. Gasped and screamed with the force of it, your eyes rolling back in your head. You rocked back against Mayuri's thrusts, the need to feel him spill inside you spurring you on.
Mayuri came with a snarl when your walls squeezed around his length. He drove his cock inside until he bottomed out, held you against him by your hips while his seed coated your insides, ground against your quivering sex until the last drop left his twitching member.
When he released his hold, you collapsed forward. Lights flickered before your eyes as you lay there, chest heaving with your labored breaths. You rolled onto your side, looked up into Mayuri's glinting eyes.
"I don't know where you think you're going. We aren't done yet."
Prompt: Reader helping Mayuri apply his body paint. I hope y'all like this! Minors DNI.
Tags: None, really! Usage of 'pet' for reader.
Word Count: 731
The first time you'd seen Mayuri without his body paint and armor, you were nearly stunned to silence. He was beautiful, tan skin and sinewy muscles, lean but strong. And he was yours. You couldn't begin to describe how lucky you felt. Lucky to be his, lucky to be allowed to see him bare. It went without saying that you had earned the privilege, earned his trust. It gave you a warm sense of pride, tender satisfaction.
Soon after allowing you to see him unpainted, you were invited to share his home. He didn't spend much time there, but you were welcome there. In his space, his bed. The only place he held sacred to his heart besides his personal lab. You integrated yourself into his life, and it made you happy.
Your mornings, you discovered, were tightly scheduled. Mayuri was a man who valued his routines. Wake, paint his skin, his nails if they needed it, adorn his armor and headdresses. Prepare for his day as a Captain of the Guard. He rarely ate breakfast, and if he did, it was something prepared the night before. And then he was gone, leaving you to your hobbies and the house.
The quieter mornings, when you could convince him to take a day to himself (which required quite a bit of begging and bargaining on your part) were the ones you adored. And then, one day, when the gentle colors of dawn were streaming into your shared room, you asked him,
"Could I help you with your paint?"
Mayuri was already sitting on his stool, in front of the mirror, with his supplies. He looked over at you coolly, golden eyes lit by the sunrise.
"Why do you want to do that? I've been more than capable of applying it myself for... Well. Centuries."
You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side, watching him. "Because I want to."
Mayuri knew that would be the only answer he'd get out of you, much to his chagrin. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. Fine. You may."
You smiled then, stood and padded to him. "Can I do a new pattern on your face?"
Mayuri quirked a brow, eyes narrowing. "I'm going to trust you. Don't make me regret it, pet."
"I won't, Mayuri, I promise." You replied, still smiling and eyes lit up with endearing excitement.
With that, you set to work. First the layer of white. You focused, eyes set on Mayuri's skin. The wide head of the brush running smoothly over his flesh, covering scars you'd traced with your fingers a hundred times. The skin you loved and let love you. You smiled the entire time, sometimes planting a kiss on a patch of bare skin before covering the area with paint. Mayuri was patient, content, the entire time.
When you reached his face, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before starting to paint. Now he was meeting your eyes, liquid gold peering right into your core. The warm smile never left your face as you worked.
Mayuri sat still as a statue for you, only his eyes flickering to follow the movement of your hand. He didn't speak, just felt. The brush strokes over his skin were, if he was being honest, calming. He didn't expect to remain so relaxed while you did this for him, something he was so particular about. But he found himself content with it. With you.
You put the brushes down and stepped out of the way of the mirror when you were finished, watching for Mayuri's reaction.
"I really hope you like it..." Your voice trailed off a bit. Now you were feeling just a bit nervous.
Mayuri stood, looking over your work in the mirror. "Your brush strokes need a bit of work."
You pouted softly, but Mayuri continued.
"Simple, but still rather creative." He looked down at you, reaching and gently tickling under your chin with his fingertips. "You did well for me, pet."
Pride made your heart swell and your smile return twice as bright. "Thank you for letting me, Mayuri."
Instinctively, you leaned up for a kiss.
Gently, Mayuri put a finger to your lips.
"The paint has to dry, pet. Then you can kiss me, hmm?"
You'd never wanted paint to dry faster in your entire life.
Bonus:
I like this for what Reader may have painted on Mayuri's face but obvs feel free to imagine our man however ya want. 💙
