#op am I crazy or did you too have a book!erik phase that wasn’t just a phase

[unohanadaydreams]

Oh MY GOD. OH! MY! GOD!

I am screaming, I am crying, I am frothing at the mouth. Please tag me in literally everything and anything you make for Mayuri ever because OH MY GOD. The power you hold. The talent you ooze. The hold this piece has over me…..

His inner dialogue? SO GOOD. Him using the word whoreish???? Yes. It’s canon.

Reader caressing the beating heart and that turning him on??? GENIUS. Astounding.

The religious symbols through out from the organ to his line about exorcism???

The way he’s acting like he hasn’t done this before and won’t do this again!!!!

I know I’m rambling and apologies but holy shit pls know that I appreciate this and you and your writing and I’m blown away. I’m fed. I’m rotting from the inside out from how true to his character this was.

⤷Mayuri can’t get you out of his head and fucks your empty gigai to cope 

INCLUDES: NSFW (gender neutral AFAB reader), allusions to necrophilia via gigai, degradation, choking

The Perfect Machine converts input to output with zero waste. Nothing is lost in friction. The Machine is immaculate in its efficiency, unto god, and purely hypothetical. Kurotsuchi knows this and yet seeks to embody it, to never lose time or energy to the trivial, to remain wholly dedicated to the work. The head of Research and Development pawns off bureaucratic dealings to underlings, uproots and rewires his body unendingly, and ascribes to a regimen of medications that subdue carnal desire. But Mayuri Kurotsuchi isn’t Perfect. 

The more complex a machine is, the more susceptible it becomes to sabotage. One cracked gear among hundreds, one erroneous line of code among thousands can disrupt the whole.

Mayuri narrowed his eyes, stationed at an elaborate keyboard array that mimicked a church organ, awash in the electric blue of a series of screens. He poked the hollow of his cheek with his one especially long nail, pretending to read the rendered data while his eyes glazed over and a fantasy of limbs and mouths scratched his brain. There was nothing special about you, he told himself. This is absurd. This is unwarranted and…repetitious. 

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