#uramayu

[annas-anya]

summer weekend in a country house

so slutty

[reviver-seed]

Double Tanuki

Almost one of my earliest doodles, but also a cutest one, hehe

[sweet-taylor-666]

Good day!

I wanna roleplay to Bleach. In particular, I REALLY want to RP Urahara/Mayuri!

– I can/want to RP such pairing from Bleach too:

(!) - if I want this role, but you can also bargain

Urahara/Mayuri(!)

Jushiro/Kyoraku

Orihime/Uryu(!)

Ryuken/Uryu

Aizen/Gin(!)

Granz/Mayuri

Zaraki/Byakuya(!)

You can always come to an agreement with me, but I usually wanna play this pairings. The plot is welcome! The Headcannons, too. And fetishes too. I like to steer unhealthy relationships and a lot of perversions (not counting Orihime/Uryu and Juushiro/Kyoraku, they are cute).

I'm from Russia, in Siberia. The role is almost 7 years old.

Thanks for reading :)

[outlanderalien]

Mayuri is so embarrassing. He slept with Urahara once (1) and has made regretting it a core part of his personality ever since.

[plutos-planett]

love loses <3

[seeveekat]

Back on my KenMayu brain rot and while working on the band AU for Mayuri I have half a mind to make it KenMayu as well (with a hint of UraMayu) .

Might make Kenpachi a bodyguard for the band 🤔 that buts head with everyone.

[mellanmir]

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)  

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, M/M, Complete Work

Tags

No Archive Warnings Apply

Kurotsuchi Mayuri/Urahara Kisuke, Urahara Kisuke, Kurotsuchi Mayuri

Fucking Machines, Sounding, Gags, Blow Jobs, Cock Warming, Restraints

Summary

Kinktober Day 2: Fucking Machine

In Kisuke’s humble opinion, there is nothing more relaxing after a long science binge than a bit of fun and a good book. The latter is easy to fulfill now that he is captain of his own division and has a steady line of access to the World of the Living. The first was harder to get, but now that he has found such a nice willing toy, he won’t give it up without a fight.

[ribbonkey]

Me and my friend @averyshittyseal created this Bleach AU a loooong time ago!

Since burn the witch started I got back on this Bleach Mood =w="

I would really like to illustrate more about our story, this is just the tip of an iceberg...

Instagram!

KO fi-

[kakimushire]

Otp time.

[annas-anya]

😭❤️ i feel so many feelings

[reviver-seed]

[r473n]

Fic number 2 of the day and my first UraMayu. Now, I'm not a massive fan of Urahara, he's too shifty. But rewatching TYBW I felt like he and Mayuri got along much better than normal, and it made me think... and this came out.

Also, very much influenced by my shitty mental health atm, so be prepared for a long-winded first couple of chapters with lots of talk about depression, coping with loss, etc.

NSFW, angst with fluffy smut, UraMayu. Finished work, just needing to do final touch-ups, will post within the week.

Read on ao3

Grief

Pair: Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Kisuke Urahara

Bad TW: depression, mourning, suicidal thoughts, drug misuse, weight loss, lack of self care.

Not so bad TW: smut, fluff, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering.

Chapter 1: Akon’s treachery

Kisuke Urahara followed the young scientist down yet another serpentine corridor, staring around in awe.

The SRDI had changed so much since the last time he’d been there, only a few months past, that he was truly grateful to have a guide. He wondered silently if Kurotsuchi had purposefully designed the new building to be such a maze or if that had been an unfortunate side effect to the ambitious size of the reform project. He had a sneaking suspicion it was the former.

He sighed to himself as he mindlessly followed the trail of smoke left behind by the cigarette held loosely between Akon’s fingers.

The war had been devastating, terrible in its cruelty. It had taken many lives and destroyed most of the Sereitei as he knew it. Yet in amongst the chaos and tragedy, he’d managed to experience a sliver of heaven.

Well, perhaps calling it heaven was a little much. After all, working with Mayuri again had it’s challenges… but it certainly had been a blessed few days. Under the time constraints and dire situation, the Captain of the 12th had pushed his old feud aside and they’d easily fallen back into their old routine as if it’d only been a day since Kisuke had been exiled.

And Mayuri had dazed him with his brilliance. As always.

He was the only soul in existence that could keep up with him, and on many occasions, it was he, Urahara, who struggled to catch up! That never happened to him! Most people’s minds were so simple that it was almost risible. But Kurotsuchi was as complex as he was difficult.

He’d felt so close to him again, working together in his private lab, developing tools against the Quincy and helping Kurosaki and his friends.

He felt ashamed to admit he had hoped the battle would last much longer. He had hoped they didn’t need to intervene.

But fate had different ideas.

And then Nemu...

Akon had filled him in on what had followed after she passed during their call.

At first, Mayuri had gone manic. For weeks he worked non-stop to rebuild the 12th, endless hours, day and night. Energised by some cursed sense of impending je ne sais quoi. A something he seemed to hope to find in amongst the wreck and rubble.

An ill-fated trepidation that had him in a constant state of overdrive. He stopped sleeping, he stopped eating. He became even more impossible to work for.

Despite surviving through hell, everyone at the division remained loyal to their captain and navigated his tempestuous moods as well as they could whilst internalising their own hardship. But the worst didn’t come until it was all finished. The day after inaugurating the new and reformed SIRD.

It felt as if Mayuri’s excitement had been in crescendo for weeks, and in the end, his bubble had burst into a huge pile of disappointing nothingness. What he had been expecting, no one knew. What was he hoping would be at the end of the rope? What did he think would happen once the hard work was done?

For as long as he could focus solely on the grind, his feelings had been nicely contained to the far corner of his mind. But once everything on the list was ticked off…

He lost it.

Badly.

He blew up, like a nuke, in the middle of the new computer room, flattening everything with his blast. He went so unhinged that Akon had to intervene, fearing he’d actually kill someone, only when Mayuri turned his attention to him he could hardly move nor speak - frozen with a cold panic he hadn’t known before. There was nothing in Mayuri’s eyes but a bitter void, his empty glare pierced through him without a glint of recognition. And Akon knew he was going to die.

It wasn’t until the edge of Ashisogi Jizo started digging into his neck that Mayuri’s features changed. A flash, a flicker, almost imperceptible if not because time had congealed for the young scientist. Mayuri had stilled his hand at the last second, leaving a tiny scar that Isane hadn’t been able to erase.

The captain had been holed up in his new quarters since, in complete isolation.

He hadn’t answered any messages. Hadn’t come out. Hadn’t ordered anything to eat or drink and hadn’t let anyone in, not even to clean or tidy up.

After two months, and many fruitless attempts, Akon couldn’t bear it anymore and called the only person he thought could reach him. Even though he knew that Mayuri would never forgive him for such betrayal.

To be fair to the young man, Urahara thought, he hadn’t technically betrayed Mayuri’s trust. He’d just called him for a friendly chat. The action was simply so alien that it triggered all of Kisuke’s alarms. When Akon extended him an invitation to visit the new institute, as homage to him for being it’s original creator, Kisuke knew with certainty something was terribly wrong with Kurotsuchi. Either that or he was stupidly walking into some twisted trap. But he didn’t think so - something in Akon’s tone had made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.

“And these are the Captain’s quarters. Obviously, they are out of bounds.” Said the young man offhandedly before taking a long drag of a cigarette that was mostly ash.

“I see!” Urahara’s voice sounded animated but his eyes were covered in shadows.

“Oh, sorry” Akon took a glance at a small electronic screen he just pulled out of his pocket. “I'm afraid I need to get this.”

“No worries, Akon-san! I’ll find my way back. It’s been nice seeing you.”

The young shinigami nodded, as Urahara tipped his hat, before walking away. Taking a last glance at the tall ex-captain, who was simply staring at the door and stroking his chin in thought, Akon turned the corner, feeling a pang of regret twist his stomach.

[sweet-taylor-666]

I have no excuse

[outlanderalien]

If anyone's making an UraMayu playlist- pop this on there.

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

Kisuke Urahara x Mayuri Kurotsuchi Aesthetic

[vixenargentum]

Chapters: 2/10 Fandom: Bleach Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kurotsuchi Mayuri/Urahara Kisuke Characters: Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Urahara Kisuke, Shihouin Yoruichi, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Mystery, Canon Compliant, False Accusations, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Mayuri is accused of a crime he did not commit and flees soul society to gather up information that will clear his name in the eyes of the law. On the run and needing discreet resources, he reluctantly seeks help from someone he hesitates to call a friend: Urahara Kisuke.

Oh dear.  I appear to be writing again.  Two nights in a row.  Sorry...if an asteroid destroys the earth tomorrow...welp, it’s been nice knowing you.