#izuru kira x reader

[bleach-your-panties]

⚡︎CALL ME BIG DADDY WHEN YOU BACK THAT A$$ UP! 🍑》

◇how they react when you back that ass up on them🍑:

◇renji, izuru, ikkaku.

◇dividers by @/hitobaby.

◇minors, blank, ageless dni.

You were in the kitchen with Izuru cleaning up the dinner dishes.

While he washed the plates, you dried them and put them away.

Soon, a small grunt of frustration was leaving your lips as you tried to place the teacups on the shelf where they belonged.

Izuru often made the tea, and with him being 5'8", it was easier for him to reach up there than you.

"Do you need help, bluebell?" Your sweet, concerned husband asked while looking down at you with those big, pretty cornflower-colored eyes.

"Mhm." You nodded pitifully, though your lips curled into a devious smirk once he stepped behind you and grabbed the tea set from your hand.

Now he was in the perfect position for you to press your ass into his crotch and give it a teasing wiggle.

A soft, surprised 'oh' left his lips, almost making him drop the fine china.

"D-do...do you need to get by?"

His cheeks warmed instantly, little innocent mind thinking that you were trying to ease him out of the way to grab more dishes.

Being the little minx that you are, you laid flat against the counter, fully presenting the round globes of your ass to a shell-shocked Izuru.

And that was how you two ended up having sex on the kitchen floor....for the third time this week.

That little trick worked on him every single time.

Ikkaku slammed open the door to your shared bedroom with a curse.

His unreleased Hozokimaru waa snapped clean in two, the red feathery tuft at the end frazzled.

"What's wrong, 'kkaku?" You called out from your spot on the bed, eyes unmoving from the book spread open before you.

"Damned Yumichika. He pisses me the fuck off."

He discarded the broken staff and plopped onto the bed with you.

"'kkaku stop!" You giggled when he grabbed your left ankle and pulled you towards him. His hand landed a firm slap on your ass, the recoil making him bark out a laugh.

The position you were in made a wide grin cover Ikkaku's face, and knowing him as well as you did, you knew that he was staring at your ass.

So you scooted backwards until you felt your butt collide with his muscular thigh.

"Oh, you must be trying to fuck?"

With a roll of your eyes, you chuckled.

"You're such a pervert, Baldy."

"Me, a pervert, when you're presenting your ass to me like a full course meal?" He nipped the left cheek with his teeth and pushed you flush onto your stomach.

"Get ready, because I have a lot of frustration to release."

Renji and you were shopping in the World of the Living.

"Please tell me this is the last store, babe." He complained while lugging all of your bags on his tattooed arms effortlessly.

"This is the last store, babe," You said with a noncomittal wave of your hand, "let's look at these sundresses."

Renji's ears perked up at the mention of sundresses - his favorite article of clothing on you.

A perverted smirk crossed his lips when you pulled him into the dressing room with you.

His brown eyes never left your figure while you were changing and a very prominent tent began to form in his jeans.

You didn't realize how close he was actually standing until you felt his belt brush against your tailbone.

"Really?"

You gave him a look over your shoulder, which actually didn't help his erection in the slightest.

A blush spread from his forehead down to his nose and both cheeks.

His fingers gripped your hips, digging in and you reciprocated by pushing back against him; the soft material of the dress rubbing on him only made him harder.

"Ass so big, almost knocked me over." He laughed and you did as well.

"Ren, we can't do it in the store. Can't you wait until we're home?"

"Not my fault you look so damn sexy in these. Now, do your best to stay quiet unless you want to get kicked out of here."

[brittscafe]

Hi! Britt!! Um I can't remember if I sent this in already, but could you write the lieutenants and what pet names they'd use for their significant other?

awww this is such a cute idea! <3

Renji: Anything and everything. Renji likes to embarrass or make you flustered in public so he comes up with the most embarrassing pet names known to man. Sugar plum, sweet bee, honey bun, etc. He uses babe and baby most often though.

Izuru: Angel. He loves seeing the way you stop in your tracks or get giddy about the pet name. He'll swing an arm around your waist, press a kiss to your cheek and then whisper the pet name into your ear.

Ikkaku: Darling. Only when you two are in private or during imitate moments. When you tell your friends or other people in your squad that Ikkaku calls you darling, they literally burst out laughing. They just find it so hard to believe that a fight-loving man like him could ever use such a pet name.

Chojiro: Sweetheart. I think that he would use this because it's so sweet and kind. He doesn't mind calling you sweetheart in fact of others or he would pull you closer when you're walking in the soul society, gently whispering the pet name in your ear.

Shuhei: Princess. OMGGGGG, sorry I'm blushing. I imagine that when the word princess slips out from Shuhei's mouth, both of you are blushing. Shuhei's blushing more than you and he slaps his hand over his mouth the first time he says it. When he finds out that you like the pet name, he doesn't stop saying it in every sentence. He also will say baby on occasion ;)

Rangiku: Anything and everything to boost your ego. She loves seeing the way your face lights up when she calls you honey, my love, or sweetie.

Momo: Honey. She finds you as sweet as honey and doesn't mind when others hear her call you honey. She's proud and wants everyone to know that you are hers.

Nanao: I think that she doesn't like to use pet names, but she'll whisper one once in awhile. She'll grab onto your wrist, catching your attention and whisper the simple word baby into your ear.

[hollowfyshunsuikubo]

The Midnight Flame

A/N: More soulmate au i literally love this concept sm Izuru is one of my favourite Bleach characters, and I’ve been playing around with writing this in my spare time. This one is set pre-tybw but post fullbringer arc. I used the soul tug concept for this one, where the first touch between soulmates loosens the tug completely. Though, if your soulmate is having a hard time in any way, it can cause you pain. Only a little angst in this one >:) reader is both depressed and enraged so good luck. Once again, not Beta read

Izuru Kira x gn!reader Word count: 6.4k Warnings: angst, nsfw smut, bad language AU: Soulmates

Morning. The sunlight through the windows, the feel of a blanket covering only his legs. Morning. The arrival of another day, going to waste. Sitting up, Kira looks at his hands. Hardened from years of being a shinigami. He inspected them, turning them over, holding them up to the light that caused him to squint, searching for something that was both never and always there.

A hand reached up to grab one of his, followed by the interlocking of fingers. His heart jumped as he looked to the right, hoping, praying, needing- 

And there was nothing. He was alone in his bed, as always. It got cold at night, but it was warm in the mornings. With a sigh, he got out of bed, and got ready for the day. His captain was… interesting, to say the least. A music man. He was so different from Gin, like fire and water. Gin was unpredictable, he came and went as he pleased, often leaving some form of destruction in his wake. He raged through the Gotei 13, laughing as he did. His betrayal burned, and left its scars. Third degrees ran up over Kira’s arms, his torso, his legs. It felt like the fire of it was behind his eyes. When he thought of Gin, he thought of fire, he thought of how it felt to be burning without any water to douse the flames. Captain Otorobashi was different. He was like water. He filled the spaces he entered with ease, and even when he left, droplets of his kind words or generous music remained. He flowed with what needed to be done, and he left no space untouched. Captain Otorobashi was a calming presence, one that soothed the burns that covered Kira day after day, and finally put out the fires that had enveloped his skin. 

But with water came caution. Fire, at least, was direct with its deadliness. Water lulled you into a false sense of security, then drowned you as soon as you got too comfortable. Water could fill your lungs and take away your ability to scream, to speak. Water filled up any and all spaced, and could very well kill any and all within them. Kira had been burned before, and even if the flames had been cooled with sweet water, there was no telling if he’d drown. 

Morning. Kira walked out of his room and greeted his squadmates. Morning. Morning. Morning. Each day was the same. Morning meetings with his Captain, who would be strumming on a guitar or reading one of those manga he enjoyed. Then training, then requests, then paperwork until sundown, then to bed. Each day is more repetitive than the last, no change in scenery, no chance to unwind at the end of the night with something other than a bottle of sake and his right hand. The same hand he thought they had grabbed, whoever they were. He would love to change his days with the feeling of someone beside him, lounging in his bed when he went back to his room, smiling and waiting for him. He would love to wake up beside someone, kisses turning into wandering hands, wandering hands that turned into being late and disheveled for his morning meeting with Captain Otorobashi. He would love to finally see his soulmate. 

As he approached his Captain's office, he focused in on his heart. He felt the same familiar tug, that ever present feeling of being pulled somewhere. In a moment of hesitation, Kira paused in front of his Captains office. A lump rose in his throat, choking him as he wondered where his other half was.

–

“This could have been an afternoon job,” You groan as Shuhei drops a large stack of files on your desk. He shakes his head and tosses you a pen.

“This could be an afternoon job, but it might take all day, so it’s an all day job for you.” Shuhei was never one to beat around the bush with you. It was like talking to a printer. The same words, over and over again, hell-bent on forcing you to forget the incessant tugging you constantly felt in your heart, and the fact that you often found yourself staring out the window, hoping that your obviously internally tortured soulmate was at least doing okay. It was a painful tug, one that made your heart ache. Some days, it was so bad you couldn’t work, which brought no end of shame to Captain Muguruma and Lieutenant Hisagi. It’s not like you liked it either, as you’ve tried saying so many times. But neither of them are too impressed with you.

Recently, it’s like you’re being punished for things you can't readily control. Cramps had you taken out, despite the fact you were more than willing to throw yourself into whatever training was being offered by Captain Muguruma. Anything was better than missing another day because of some stupid pain. You were denied. You threw a plate in response. 

After that, during a particularly bad day, after an apparently horrendous captains meeting, the tugging on your heart had wrenched so bad it caused you to vomit, while also praying your soulmate wasn’t a captain, least of all your captain, since some of the tugs in your heart seemed to line up with his foul moods. You didn't really think it was though. What kind of soulmate literally throws you into your room and slams the door, leaving you to choke?

Whoever your soulmate was, they were causing no end to the grief you were going through. The paperwork on your desk was looking extremely flammable. Fire seemed to be the only way you were going to calm down, since you burned with rage over just how standoffish, stubborn, and stoic your squadmates were. You were fed up. But you still took the work that you correctly deemed an afternoon job, and first thing in the morning, started your pity paperwork with a scowl.

One day, you’d meet your soulmate and be able to quell the furious tugging on your heart that sometimes left you incapacitated. One day you’d be able to sit down and do pity paperwork so fast, Captain Muguruma would have no choice but to sing your praises.

One day, you'd be appreciated for the fact that you still work hard, despite the challenges you face. 

–

The nights were almost worse than the mornings. Sweat dripped down his face as he hunched over himself, holding his dick in his hand, stroking, squeezing slightly every now and then, his eyes fluttering. So often his heart hurt at night, and so often did he engage in guilty pleasures he should be saving for his soulmate. It brought him no end of guilt. He threw his head back as he began to move faster, his cock bobbing in his hands as he chased his release. He was filled with images he couldn’t even see clearly- hints of skin, another's hand, another's mouth, another's hole-

Kira gasped and groaned as he spilled over his fist, slowing his stroke to nothing. His mind was a mess, and once again, the clarity that came after hit him like a brick. 

What was he doing? He could be making good use of his time, getting sleep, resting his mind, being awake enough to maybe search for his soulmate, and yet. He was awake so late, hand on his cock, a weak and pale imitation of someone who would bring him joy that surpassed an orgasm beyond belief. Face burning in shame- that fire again -he cleaned off his hand before laying down. Fire was what burned him in the first place. That traitor, the man he trusted most, the man who, like a flame, had swept across him and teased him, teased him, about who the other half of his soul was. Who showed him what it was to be strong like the flame and burn so brightly even the sun would be jealous. 

He found a simple answer while reliving such a betrayal. He was afraid of having what he wanted. He was afraid of the fire of whoever matched his soul because of the burns that would follow. It was the reason he only kept Shuhei close, the reason he stayed an arms length away from everyone else, including his captain. His captain, who, like water, would soothe his burns, put out his flame, and carry him to safety if he wished. Yet water killed too, just slower. Kira lay on his back, a hand behind his head, and focused on the tug in his heart. He wondered if everyone had to go searching for that tug. Maybe his soulmate just had a simple life, without much fear or stress. Maybe his soulmate's heart was a closed book, better at hiding its anger and fear than he was. 

The last thought hurt his heart. He had gone through so much- he only wished that his soulmate was alright, and that whenever they searched for their connection, their tug, that they were not angry with what they found.

–

If it were possible to be enraged at a person you’d never met, seen, spoken to, or even knew at all, you decided you were rightfully pissed at your soulmate, whoever the bastard was. Your chest felt like it was being torn open, and you hid in the gardens of your squad. You were on a late night patrol, and things were going fine.

Until.

Until whoever your soulmate was decided to have a miserable time of things. You gagged as you curled up into a ball, hiding behind a large tree. You wouldn’t be seen like this. You hated it. If you could’ve made any wish at that moment, it would be to close off the connection between your souls, if even for two minutes, just so you could at least run to your room to have privacy. With what little strength you had, You attempted to stand. Tears pricked your eyes from the sheer pain, and you felt your dinner threaten to come up.

Then a hand grasped your arm.

“You look like shit,” Shuhei said bluntly. “Why are you still out here? Go home.” With a glaring side eye, you wrenched your arm out of his grasp, stumbling back a little. He must’ve heard the gagging, or just his damned sixth sense that told him where you were at all times. He must truly despise you to keep tabs on you like this. To always know when to send you home just so he can dock your pay, save the division a little more money. It made you want to howl. It made you want to feel blood between your teeth and your zanpakuto clenched so tightly in your hands that the sheer force of your grip left bruises.

“Fuck off. I’m fine.” You spat in response. The aching in your chest only got worse. Shuhei didn’t move.

–

He was at a crossroads. He could pick you up and haul you back to your room in the barracks and force you to stay in, he could stay with you and attempt to help you ride out the waves of this pain that seemed to cause you physical harm, or he could… leave. Shuhei could listen and leave. Listen and leave, easy as that. Something not even Muguruma did. He just grunted and sent you away. Left all the work to him, and let Mashiro annoy the shit out of him while he was working…

He couldn’t leave you. You were his subordinate, and you were in pain. It seemed like you were made of pain. It hurt him, but not as much as it hurt you. You were a diligent person, and you tried so hard. Yet there was always something wrong, things you couldn’t control. Because of the pain, you turned into a being of hate. A cornered, starving dog, snarling at everyone. Sure, you joked sometimes, but your anger was a fire that scorched others. Shuhei wasn’t sure if it burned the Squad or you more. 

Crossroads. He watched as you attempted to stand up straight, a hand grasping the left side of your shihakusho like you were going to rip it off. Your left hand grasping at yourself as if you could tear your soulmate bond out of your chest. In a moment of forgetfulness, Shuehi reached for you, but that flash of anger in your eyes made him stop and lower his hand. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t know how to help. He couldn’t leave you, he couldn’t help you, and he couldn’t even show you that your anger was misplaced but not misunderstood. He couldn’t even be a good Lieutenant. He was grasping at nothing. So he stood tall, and just watched. He swallowed words and swallowed pity, and watched. He watched as you finally were able to stand, using the tree you were hiding behind as your crutch. He watched as you glared at him. And he listened as you spoke.

“Did you not hear me, Lieutenant? I’m fine. Fuck off.” Your voice burned with anger. He couldn’t help you, not without flames rising up his skin. But he’d been burned before. Captain Muguruma was made of fire. He burned away all the residual droplets that Tosen has left behind. Fire was a warm, comforting, protective thing when it needed to be. Just as water was not only calm and welcoming, but also a killer. Everything needed moderation. Shuhei knew that fire and water were both needed. You were burning in flames of pain, anger, and your own misery without any water to douse you in. Shuhei swallowed and finally, he spoke.

“You’re not fine. You’re hurting again and-” How like you to cut him off, riling like a dog about to strike.

“Lieutenant Hisagi,” His heart ached. Gone were the days you’d laugh and joke together, calling each other by first names. Another reminder of what had been washed away as the years had gone by. “I know you may not like me right now, but for the love of God, let me do my job.” It felt like a slap to the face. Not like you? You were his friend. Sure, you may not have been his anchor like Momo or Kira, but he still saw you as a friend. You’d begun pulling away. You’d begun to suffer alone after Tosen betrayed the Gotei, and you’d suffered more as your soulmate had begun to pull so hard your heart couldn’t take it. And you had the audacity to say that he was the one that didn’t like you. You-

“Listen,” His voice is sharp, like glass, hoping to slice your skin to make you bleed out your self-loathing. “Shut up. I am your Lieutenant. I am your superior. I am telling you to go home. I am giving you a goddamn order. Are you insubordinate?” He felt cruel. But he was at his wits end with you. There wasn’t anything he could do, and you refused to accept help, or even let him listen. You had shut yourself off and withdrew to the point where he halfway considered putting you on a watch. Yet you persisted, the pain that haunts your every waking moment, something you are determined to not let define you. It hurts him.

People had to focus to feel that tug. Everyone was a master of emotions. The fact you felt it like someone had tied a raging hollow to your heart and soul meant whoever your soulmate was was hiding a great deal of inner pain. Or they didn’t have a good grasp on their emotions. Either way, Shuhei didn’t know how to help. He could feel his tug, pulsing away, but it never hurt. Not like yours. But seeing you, an old friend, in enough pain that you are sick and weakened because of it made him despise your soulmate. It made him want to grab the offender by the throat and throttle them until they go ahold of themselves. A fire burned in your eyes as you turned his words over in your head. Shuhei kept a stern face on, despite the fact he’d directly threatened you. You wouldn’t know it, but he felt remorse for what he had to do.

–

You wanted to hit Shuhei. He looked every part the asshole as you thought he was. He’s been picking things up from Captain Muguruma, that’s for sure. Both of them are pricks. Cold, reserved, and uncaring. You could scream. You could leap forward and rip Shuhei to shreds. But instead, you glare and turn away, managing your pain for just long enough to walk to your room in the barracks, and slam the door. Someone will complain in the morning about the noise, but you don't care. You burn with fury. You lay in your bed, your anger getting the best of you for some time, until all you can do is think.

You fucked up, yet again. Every single time the burning pain from the tug in your heart gets too much, you lash out. It’s becoming the thing that is ruining your life, but only because you keep letting it. If only you could make it stop, but with what time? Finding one's soulmate took time, and time was something you didn’t have the luxury of. There were articles to edit, training to be done, rounds and commissions to complete. You couldn’t follow the tug of your heart without negativity following you as you returned. It was a cruel thing. Just like you and Shuhei have been to each other for some time now. It felt like another betrayal each time you and Shuhei butted heads. He seemed insistent on you not overworking yourself, while also sending you home whenever you showed a wince of pain. But you wanted to work. You wanted to keep doing what you loved in vain hopes the tug in your heart would lessen and finally be something you had to search for.

The night was long. Nights were always worse than the days. But you closed your eyes and ignored how the tugging in your heart, the tugging in your very soul, clogged your throat and made you choke on your own misery. Hatred pooled in your heart, but not for you soulmate. It made you sick.

–

“Someone’s in pain?” Kira blinked as Shuhei lamented. His close friend wasn’t doing well. Bags under his eyes, slouched shoulders, messier hair. It was like he’d been working overtime again. 

“And they won’t listen. All I do is tell them ‘take care of yourself. Go home and rest. Take your time’ and all they do is get angry!” Shuhei ranted. He took another swig of sake and glared at nothing. Kira was getting concerned. “If I ever meet their soulmate, I’m gonna use Kazeshini and slice ‘em up.” 

Kira was very uncomfortable with that notion, mainly because he’d be an accessory to murder if it happened, and whoever this person in pain was would have to live without the other half of their soul permanently. He had another sip of sake for himself, feeling sullen. He glanced at his friend again.

“How bad is it? Surely it can’t be that bad-”

“Now you even sound like them! Fucks sakes… throwing up because your tug is hurting that bad and still saying you can fight a hollow isn’t a good thing. I’m going to put them on leave just so they can find their stupid soulmate and so I can get a piece of ‘em and give them a piece of my mind… ugh.”

Kira ignored how Shuhei had interrupted him. He listened quietly, and thought about this person. They sounded strong, but tortured by pain they didn’t ask to have. He felt his own heart ache in solidarity. He wished his soulmate wasn’t in pain. Selfishly, Kira wished he could abandon everything just for a day so he could find his soulmate. Maybe then his hand would stop being his only comfort in the night hours. To finally hold them in his arms and be able to feel their skin against his as he kissed their forehead and apologized for taking so long. Shuhei had another long drink, and Kira saw this as an opportunity. He’d been feeling so restless lately, maybe a change of scenery would be a good thing.

“Why don’t I come in and help for a bit? I’m sure Captain Muguruma would understand, what with how chaotic Mashiro is, and all the work you’re putting in for the Communication…” He trailed off, anxious to hear what his friend would say. Shuhei was about to take another drink, then paused halfway. He lowered the bottle and stared at it, his expression forlorn.

“...maybe I’ll take ‘em to the printing room. That’ll raise their spirits. I’m just worried about ‘em… they’re still my friend, you know? Seeing them in pain, and hearing them accuse me of not liking them… it’s hard.” 

Kira had no idea what Shuhei was on about, but concluded it must be about the person he was ranting about before. Overall, he took it as an agreement. Kira had another sip of his own sake as Shuhei starts to bawl, the bartender looking at them oddly. Shuhei started saying a name, which seemed odd to Kira, but he concluded it as the person's name. Placing a hand over his heart as he begins to drink all of his sake, Kira hopes his soulmate is alright, and not suffering in pain like Shuhei’s other friend is. He shook his head as Shuhei howled in misery, and Lieutenant Iba had to restrain him.

–

You stared at the printing press. Your mind churned, trying to find the reason behind Shuhei's current niceness. It felt like a trap. You inspected every inch of it, making sure nothing was faulty. It had been a long time since Shuhei had let you in here, mainly because of your work not being up to standard because of your pain, but today was special it seemed. One of his Lieutenant friends had come in to save the day and help out, much to Captain Muguruma’s mixed chagrin and relief. A blonde boy, who reminded you a lot of water. Smooth, quiet, seemingly weightless. Something different to the fire that had burned in your blood. 

You caught Shuhei staring again and you frowned. Standing up straight, you walk over to him.

“You’re looking good, mostly. The text blocks need a little upgrading, though. The wood down the far end is looking a little shabby too. It might be time for a more modern upgrade, but other than that, everything is good. I’m surprised the platen is still going too…” You speak normally for the first time in weeks. It isn’t a complaint. It isn’t filled with suppressed rage. It isn’t said sarcastically. It’s a normal conversation. Shuhei nods and rubs the back of his neck.

“...It might be time for an upgrade, yeah…” He mutters. You can see the thoughts running through his head. For the first time in a while, you see Shuhei, and not Lieutenant Hisagi. You pause for a moment, just watching him.

You know what he’s thinking. You can see the flash of Tosen behind his eyes, thoughts of the man who was a good captain, but in reality a traitor to everything you loved. It was painful. You recalled a time when you sat with Tosen in the garden. You were new to the Soul Society then, a recently graduated Soul Reaper. You’d had a terrible day, and were sitting in the garden, trying to make sense of things. Tosen had come up to you and invited you to join him on a walk. You honestly thought he was going to berate you.

But the man had talked about nonsense for a solid hour. The weather. Ink cartridges. What wood felt best when you had to take a nap on a desk. The feeling of different winds depending on what direction they came from. Never did you think a blind man would be able to talk for so long about the things you either thought weren’t worthy of talking about, or the things you’d never thought of before. For a solid hour, he spoke, you sometimes asking questions. Before you knew it, your mood had improved. Tosen had somehow managed to make you feel better by utterly confusing you. 

It was something you didn’t forget. It’s the reason why you had lashed out so aggressively when he left, your soulmate's tug becoming the source of all your pain once you’d killed as many hollows as possible. A man who had stepped out of his comfort zone to comfort a young shinigami, became almost like a father to you, one of the three greatest traitors in history. It made you scream. It was like he’d thrown you into water to drown, and when you coughed up your lungs, you set things on fire, just to feel the warmth Tosen has once provided to you.

You and Shuhei stood in silence for so long, the air became thick. When he finally looked back at you, a flash of guilt crossed his face. He cleared his throat.

“A new printing press. It’s a good idea. We’d have more time to do other things and we’d be able to…” He trailed off. So you finished his sentence for him, a flicker of your flame reigniting in your chest, hot and furious.

“Move on from the past.”

You two locked eyes. His jaw set and your eyes blazed. For a moment, it seemed like you were both going to draw your zanpakuto and fight, just to feel something other than the rage that followed a betrayal of a man you both admired and respected. A man you both knew as your calm ocean.

Then the door burst open and that blond friend of his walked in. Your tug jumped, but you ignored it. You and Shuhei snapped out of it and turned to the blonde man, who walked in. “Apologies. I’m Lieutenant Kira.” He said to you. You nodded your head in response. He was just being polite. You introduced yourself as well, making sure to be polite. You dodn’t miss how his eyes widened slightly. You frowned a little. Shuhei must’ve ran his mouth again… speaking of Shuhei, he butted in.

“Kira, what’s happening? Is everything alright?” The black haired man asked, concerned. Kira shook his head.

“Captain Muguruma is about to dissect Lieutenant Mashiro. Half the Squad is holding him back.” 

You held back a laugh, putting a hand over your mouth. Kira looked at you, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion for a moment before Shuhei started running out of the room.

“Stay here! That little-”

His voice faded as he ran, leaving you and Kira alone. The room was silent again, until you burst out into laughter.

The sound was beautiful to Kira. To him, it was like water falling over stones, so merry and carefree. To you, your laugh felt like a warm flame, not angry or harmful, but merry and calming. It felt like freedom. You kept on smiling even after you were done.

“One of these days, Captain Muguruma is going to kill Mashiro.” You said dryly, chuckling a little more at your own thought. “But only if Shuhei doesn’t get to her first.” Kira chuckled to himself.

“They’re like oil and water…” He said in a tone of false sorrow. He shook his head and then glanced at you. His heart was racing, and his tug felt painful for the first time. It was like time froze as Kira realized his tug was hurting. It felt like someone was ripping his heart out of his chest whenever he looked at you. He stepped away a little, not knowing what to do. 

You looked at Kira again, and for the first time in a long time, you felt light. Like all your burdens had been burned away until only the embers remained. Something you usually only felt in the dead of night, an emotion of calmness and serenity you’d dubbed the ‘midnight flame’. A soft, burning sensation that soothed rather than harmed. You saw something turning behind Kira’s eyes, and the tenseness of his neck.

You recalled how Shuhei had said Kira was a bit antisocial. You’d heard of him before Tosen and the others had betrayed the Soul Society. You hadn’t met, though, due to your own schedule and the fact that Shuhei needed to be babysat while drinking, which wasn’t your favourite thing to do. Out of respect for him, you collected yourself and stepped away a little as well, looking away. Your chest felt so light. For the first time in a long time, it’s like you’re able to breathe without feeling the heavy burden of your soulmates tug. You went to speak again, maybe to break the silence, when Kira fell to his knees.

You paused for a minute, wondering if you should laugh or not. You opted to crouch down where you are and looked at Kira.

“...are you alright?” He glanced at you, his eyes filled with tears. He quickly looked away, clenching his fists over his knees as he tried to focus on anything but the pain. The tug in his chest was too much, this blistering hurt that burns him. You reached out to him, but he exhaled sharply before you could touch him. Your brow creased, and your own tug began to hurt again. An endless cycle for you, one that you couldn’t escape. Your face hardened. ‘I’ll get Lieutenant Hisagi.” A simple decision. You stood quickly and walked out of the room, searching for Shuhei.

You followed the sounds of commotion to see Shuhei and Mashiro having an argument. You were about to step in to ask when he’ll be done, when an errant hand grabed you by the neck and marched you back inside.

“Stay out of it.”

If you had to describe Captain Muguruma, you would call him a blaze. He was a wild-looking man, with the strength of a hundred regular shinigami, and an outrageous sense of style that had inspired Shuhei to get tattoos on his face, of all places. He set you down inside and checked over his shoulder to see if Mashiro was dead yet. Finding the little green girl still alive, he looked back at you.

“Whatever it is, you come to me. I’m your Captain now, not Hisagi.” Muguruma spoke with an annoyed tone in his voice, as if this was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with. You recalled every time he barked at you to speed up, or told you to go home and get over it. He was perhaps the worst person who could’ve caught you when you needed help. You swallowed and put on a smile.

“I was just looking to see if it had ended yet.”

“Well, it hasn’t, so get back inside. I heard he left you at the… printing thing.”

“...the printing press?”

“That. Whatever it is, just stay there.”

“We need a more modern one.” “Lieutenant Hisagi is in charge of that. He’ll come to me when he wants one and I’ll give him the funds.” “Well I want to talk to him about what options we have.”

“From what I hear, you’ve been banned from the Communication work until your pain isn’t such a hindrance.”

You fell silent. Muguruma stared down at you with his arms crossed, radiating pure annoyance. You weren’t going to be getting any help from anyone, it looked like. Without another word, you turned away, walking back to the printing room, and a distressed Kira. Your body burned with anger at Muguruma. He only became captain because there was nobody else to take the spot, and because the Soul Society had been desperate for experienced captains. Otherwise, he’d still be rotting in the mortal realm, living his pathetic life, probably getting more piercings. 

Muguruma watched you. He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong. He was being truthful, wasn’t he? He knew you were hindered by something that could be sorted. Why didn’t you take your numerous enforced days off to find the cause of your issue and stop it? Why didn’t you thank him for at least noticing you weren’t doing okay? He looked down at the ground as he scowled. You’re probably just emotional and in pain again. He’d have to give you more space, leave you alone. Your anger was helping nobody. At least when he got angry he had time for it… 

You entered the printing room again, your eyes trained on Kira. He looked a little better. He met your gaze for a moment, and you sighed.

“Lieutenant Kira is busy with Lieutenant Mashiro.” You announced. You walked forward and held out your hand, a gesture that seemed fine for time being. “Let’s get you somewhere that doesn’t house a machine.”

When he took your hand, his face pale and his palm slightly sweaty, it was like a thousand midnight doves erupt from the touch alone.

Such a feeling of fullness filled you. A flurry of soft wings enveloping your entire being, a eruption of a waterfall inside your soul that quenched all anger and pain that led you to salvation. No longer did you crave, no longer did your tug pull at your very being. Water rushed into every part of your soul, filling it with such a lightness you could've sworn at the moment it felt like you were suspended in a great sea, but no risk of drowning was present. 

For Izuru, he felt warmth after the loss of such a crippling pain. Such a hearth bloomed inside him he knew that he would never feel cold during his lonely midnight again. A flame so enveloping inside his being, something so warm and right to fight for, he likened it to a Phoenix. Reborn from the ashes, no longer suffering under cool water. The water in his lung was burned away, and with it, his passion ignited. Such a small thing he felt, something he'd never felt before. Passion. What was it? The kindle burned in his chest, a fire that would never go out. He felt free.

The two of you stared at each other, before Izuru slowly stood, your hands still clasped together, your souls both finally free of searching, of tugging. He was mesmerised by you. You thought of everything you'd been through. 

Fire and water were opposites, and yet no matter which element your soul reflected now, you had to make your peace. 

“...I was in insurmountable pain for a very long time.” You said. A boldness ripped through you. Yet your next words- ”You should make it up to me.” -were stolen from your throat at Izuru, not quite understanding what he was doing in his new passionate delirium, pulled you forward and swept you into a tight hug. On instinct, you responded in kind.

All was silent for a few moments, before Izuru spoke again. His voice was shaky from his nervousness, but his newfound passion simmer underneath it all. He damned himself for being so shy, but this time, he was going to push himself to show you comfort. 

“Never again.” His throat was hoarse. Hands once used for worry and work found their new purpose grasping you close to him. “No more pain.”

No more pain. How you'd longed for that for so long. How you'd longed for midnight under the moon where you didn't feel as if you'd lose your soul to such agony within it. How you'd longed to take it out on him, to scream and yell for the pain he'd unwittingly caused. And yet. Such a cool flow of water filled you, such a rush of comfort from his words washed over you, so much so you couldn't be mad anymore. How could you? How could you be so angry at the person whose first words to you was “never again”?

Izuru finally felt a flash of discomfort from the sudden hug he initiated. He stepped back but slid his hands to your ribs. You suppressed the urge to jump. You had ticklish ribs. He looked into your eyes before looking away, so red in the face he could barely talk anymore. 

For a moment, all was still. Then, in a moment of weakness you'd never felt, a tender kind you wished to explore during softer, quieter midnights, you began to speak.

“...you're-”

With a bang, the door to the printing press room slammed open. 

“I'm sick and tired of leaving you be, and ignoring the pain of someone who's one of my best seated officers-” Muguruma was yelling, but stopped. You turned your head and scowled.

That insufferable prick. 

Your souls, two lost souls now joined in what would blossom into such a pure love ordained by the universe itself, were still fire and water. You two balanced each other. As Izuru found out less than ten seconds later, after you gently pulled away from him, you would need plenty of water to cool down after you had a shouting match with Captain Muguruma. It was such a sight to see that even Shuhei and Mashiro stopped fighting to come and investigate the source of your yelling. To be fair, nobody had ever seen you explode like this. Shuhei and Izuru locked eyes, and as Izuru dissolved into embarrassment, wishing he could hide away, Shuhei felt himself grinning for his friend. 

It did nag in the back of Shuhei's mind on how on earth shy, quiet, water-like Kira was soulmates with the embodiment of sheer rage and hellfire. 

“Opposites attract,” He murmured to himself. Mashiro giggled.

“Maybe Captain Muguruma is soulmates with me if that's the case.” 

“...you're out of you goddamn mind if you think-”

Two fights broke out in the printing press room, both of which Izuru wanted to run and hide from. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off of your form, how you gestured as you and Muguruma argued loudly. He wondered if he should get you a glass of water for your throat. You were certainly yelling loud enough…

Then you drew your sword just as Muguruma did and he decided to leave it be for now. 

At the very least, Izuru could provide you with water during the midnights you would steal in the future, soft kisses that were stolen in the dark, and gentle sighs turned into moans when he finally felt such a flame burn away his gentle water in his soul. Seeing you spent and satisfied brought him more satisfaction and joy than anything else. Afterwards, he always brought you a big glass.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Picking flowers in a field with Izuru, then making flower crowns. Fluff with a little spice and fem reader, if you please ;]

Flower Crowns with Izuru

Springtime in the Seireitei is always beautiful, the warm breeze flowing across your faces as both you rest in a beautiful field of wildflowers. It's rare that neither of you had to work and moments like this were precious.

"No, like this Izzy," you giggle as you show him how to weave the flower stems so that they remain braided together. His long dextrous fingers, so clever when it came to certain things, were fumbling over the blooms.

"You make it look so easy Y/n," he chuckles with a tinge of embarrassment. "I guess I'm just not good at this."

"We all have our weaknesses," you tease and show him your completed flower crown, drawing a look of warm appreciation in his blue eyes.

"My king," you say endearingly, placing the crown delicately on his head, cherishing the way he blushes.

"My queen," he replies tenderly, drawing you against him, making your heart skip a beat. "I've missed you."

He brushes your noses together before pushing your hair away from your face. His lips brush delicately against yours, a sweet invitation, and you melt into his affections.

His hands begin to undo your shihakushō, making you blush. He grasps your chin to gaze into your pretty eyes.

"There's no one around. Let me admire you, my sweet blossom."

The scent of wildflowers covers both of you as he takes his time, letting you know how much he loves you.

divider by @/ saradika Yes, in my head, Izuru would be called Izzy lol idk why

[milky-fixx]

izuru + “sticky”

1.3k words. surprisingly sfw until the very end, which is suggestive. fluff with a hint of angst. post-tybw zombified izuru. izuru's depression and lack of will to go on is its own tw.

Izuru’s come to hate summers.

He didn’t used to—or at least, that’s what Hisagi tells him. That he used to find beauty in all the seasons, that he could often be found notebook in hand, scribbling lines down as inspiration struck. While the picture he painted of Izuru (sunburnt and panting, gloomily fanning himself while griping about the stickiness of the heat) was less than appealing... the point is that he enjoyed the season in some way. The fireworks, the laughing children, the beaches, even the blistering heat.

He could find something poetic in it.

He could find something poetic in living.

And yet.

Something about summers now makes his skin crawl. Though he knows it shouldn't, not anymore. He can't feel the heat anymore, even if it is burning him. Not with his new... "upgrades." Kurotsuchi-taicho would scoff if he could see him shifting uneasily on the park bench now. The new body I’ve designed makes you impervious to trifling things such as the weather! Not even hellfire could stop you, Izuru Kira.

But yet.

Something about this body—this body that can't feel anymore—is unsettled under the glare of summer. The signs of life around him, the sounds of revelry—it all gives Izuru the distinct sensation of being an outsider. An undead man, dragged back into life. Bound to a place he has no business still existing in.

The cup of shaved ice in his hands is overflowing, dribbling onto the pavement between his feet, pooling into a puddle of melted watermelon sugar and ice. It's sticky, leaving a mess between his palms. He's barely touched it. He doesn't pay mind to it.

Pensive as he is.

The sound of laughter is a welcome reprieve. Offers a hand out of his thoughts, where he's often found himself these days. His gaze focuses, finding you.

You.

Giggling as you try to lick your fast-melting shaved ice as it dribbles off the edges, the peach syrup leaving a sticky trail on your shirt.

"Oopsies," you say as you catch his gaze. You crack a grin. "Made a mess." Oddly, you don't seem at all upset about it.

He manages a small half-smile, the sight of your joy making something in his chest clench. As if his once-beating heart could still pump.

"You don't like yours?" you ask, pointing at his forgotten treat.

"Ah. No. It's not that..."

You wait patiently for an answer that never comes. Izuru stares at the mess in his hands. He didn't really intend to eat it.

He only agreed to go out because of you.

"Wanna try mine?" You beam at him.

Izuru blinks. "No, thank you," he says politely, his lips twitching at the corners when you pout. He sets his cup down on the bench beside him, wiping his hands on the wooden planks. Pretending for a moment that he's not in utter awe at your radiance.

His palms used to get clammy when he was nervous. Izuru thinks they would be if he could right now.

But that's your allure, he supposes. You can take the undead parts of him, his cold, static heart, and make him feel something again. As if he's not just a hollowed out shell of himself. A remnant of who he once was.

You make him feel alive.

Or at least, as close to alive as he's been in awhile.

"Mm, Izu... I really think you'd like mine better."

"...You think so?" he says absently. Lost in thought, he doesn't catch the mischievous glean in your gaze. If he did, maybe he would react in time.

He stills as your leg hooks over him, settling onto his lap. Your arms come up to hang loosely around his neck. In this position, you're very much straddling him. If he could, he think he'd go red, as red as his shaved ice you've knocked over in your movement, pooling onto the pavement below.

"What are you—we—” Eyes wide, he's floundering for his words. You always have this effect on him—leaving him stumbling for his wits.

"Izuru," you pout. "You sure you don't want to try?"

"I—" His hands grip your thighs, attempting to hide the revealed skin that shows with your skirt hiked up. He's not pushing you away—he never could, anyways, not after you've stuck by his side—but in warning. His gaze darts around.

"What if someone sees--"

You giggle again, before shoving a spoonful of your shaved ice into your mouth. Before he knows it, you're swallowing his complaints with a kiss His surprise leaves his lips parted, and your tongue slips into his mouth.

Peaches. You taste sweet like peaches, the syrupy liquid dripping into his mouth with every press of your lips against his.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a sigh and a strained whimper. His hands search for purchase, finding it by digging into the softness of your thighs. You squeal into the kiss as he grasp adjusts you, wrapping your thighs higher around his waist.

The two thoughts occur to him, in direct conflict.

You two shouldn't be doing this in public.

2. He doesn't want to stop.

He should.

...But he really doesn't want to stop.

Despite himself, he deepens the kiss, pressing his lips insistently against yours. Reminding himself that he's here, that you're here, that you've chosen him, of all people. A trail of syrup dribbles down his chin, and he bites back his grimace.

A small price to pay. If given the choice, he would drown himself in you. In your sticky, syrupy sweet love for him.

You pull away from the kiss with a small gasp, your eyelashes fluttering. Despite himself, Izuru's lip twitches, a small barely-there smile as he presses his forehead against yours. Your breathing is harsh as your nose brushes his.

"Well?" you ask breathlessly. "Did you like it?"

His lips part in contemplation.

"It was alright," he concludes with a wrinkle of his nose. "Too sweet." The delivery made it... palatable."

"Delivery, huh?" You raise a brow, smirking. "I had no idea it was that easy to get you to try things..."

He stiffens. "That—it's not like that!"

"Maybe that's how I should get you to do everything from now on~"

He sighs as he looks away, his fingers digging into your thighs. You giggle, cupping his face in your hands. Reluctantly he glances up at you with a sullen look.

"Don't be like that, Izuru. Don't you want more?" you ask him. Briefly chewing on your lip, making sure he catches the movement.

He drags his attention from your lips to your eyes. A flicker of interest stirs in his heavy gaze.

"...Will you give it to me the same way?"

"Only if you ask~"

He huffs, rolling his eyes. He squeezes your thighs again, pausing once his thumbs catch on something sticky. It's at this moment that he notices the sticky residue of his syrup left on your skin. So enraptured by the sight of the red smudges, he nearly misses your next words.

"There is another mess I'd like you to clean up, but we can't exactly do it in public..."

He stares up at you uncomprehendingly, until you raise a brow suggestively. Stiffly, he grabs you, easing you off of him and onto the bench, before he stands. Reaches out a hand behind him.

"We can clean up in my barracks."

"Oh~ Is Lieutenant Kira inviting me over to his place?"

He pauses, glancing at you sternly. "Only because you've made a mess," he says, before swiftly leading you back to his private quarters, haste in his steps.

Needless to say, he is thorough at cleaning up the mess you've made.

[seneon]

"one day i just wanna hear you say— i like you." the song plays at the back of his mind as he watched you talk to his best friend from a distance, laughing and giggling with a visible blush on your face. "what's stopping you?" he never really has a chance with you. it was all his best friend from the very start. he looks down on his desk and buried his face in his arms, tears beginning for form. "why did i like you? i'm breaking it off." at the start, he shouldn't have fallen in love with his best friend's classmate that ended up being his girlfriend with his help just yesterday anyways...

ichigo kurosaki, dot barrett, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, kira izuru, isagi yoichi, abel walker, renji abarai, nagi seishiro, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, neito monoma, etc.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😃👍Atleast some of the things I will be saying the same and/or similar stuff for the post pertaining the 4th "after sex shower" head cannon fanfic, as I did the 3rd "after sex shower" head cannon fanfic, so... Since the votes in the polls that will determine which characters will be in the 3rd head cannon(?) and the 4th head cannon(?) fanfics that pertain "after sex shower" are set in stone based on which characters have the highest percentage in votes and which characters have the lowest votes, per poll. Considering that I put the characters with the highest vote (per poll) in the 3rd head cannon fanfic based on the polls, I will be be writing about the characters with the lower votes😁👍 Needless to say, based on the polls these 5 characters with the less votes will be in this "after sex shower" head cannon(?) fanfic, however same as the last "after sex shower" head cannon(?) fanfic 5 of the characters I will treat a little differently than I did in the polls, however I still will be having the surprise character as the #6 character for this head cannon(?)😇

*This Head Cannon(?) fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🚿🫢Your Time With Him In The Shower (And After The Shower) After The Smut Fest 4🫢🚿 (Every Character In This Head Cannon Fanfic x Female Reader)

Genres: Smut, Head Cannon(?), After Sex Shower Aftercare Fluff, and Other Forms Of Sex Aftercare (Warning +18⚠️: Degradation, Hair Pulling, Hair Gripping, Pussy Fingering, Nudity, gentle nipple pinching, Vaginal Penitration, Hickies, Praise Kink, Language, Rough Sex, Bite Marks Boob Groping, Quick Pussy Licking, accidental boob (tit) and pussy (clit) touching while the character was washing the reader's body, possible mixure of degradation and praise)

Dabi (My Hero Academia)

*You were on your knees on top of the bed, while Dabi gripping onto your hair, as he cums inside you and still fucking you, considering that he was having rough sex with you for a long amount of time. Once he got done cumming inside you, he would let go of your hair, look at the hickies he put all over your neck, then in degrading fashion, he would whisper, "C'mon, slut... We should take a shower... After all, from fucking your slutty pussy, extremely hard, placing hickies all over your neck, and having to pull your hair, you deserve a nice shower with me...". He would obviously, carry you in the bathroom with him, so you can take a shower with him.

*Dabi will always wash your hair and would even massage your scalp after putting shampoo in your hair and put as much conditioner in your hair as you tell him to. As for washing your body, he will use your body on an exfoliating washcloth before washing your body. His only pleasure out of this is that he low-key wants to actually massage your, especially your back. He will let you wash him, only if you ask him to. It's obvious after the both of you get done taking a shower together, he would obviously use your towel to dry your whole body and will give you massages while doing so. With you drying his body up with your towel, he prefers you ask him, before you do use the towel on him.

*Once the both of you leave the bathroom together, Dabi will pick the most slutty outfit for you to wear, because he's having you wear it only for him and the fact you're in your home all alone with him. He would have you snuggle with on the couch, as you become his little spoon. After he holds you, as tightly as he can, he will whisper in your ear to tell you what a great job you did taking his cock. However depending on his mood he will either whisper in your ear, as he tells you, "I love you, (Female Reader Name)." before giving you forehead kisses or he will ask, "Ready for round two, slut...", with a smirk on his face.

Rensuke Kunigami (Blue Lock)

*Once Rensuke finishes emptying his cum inside of you, with your legs wrapped around him and underneath the covers, he would kiss your lips before finally getting off you. After he gets off you get would praise, "You look so pretty for me in genre...But you look so sexy, taking my cock in the way you did... Infact you did an amazing job with me, as always, cutie...". He would then coo, "If you don't mind... Would you like to take a shower with me, my cute babe?", as he always prefer to ask before he has you take a shower with him. Ofcourse you always tell him yes, since you find him cute and you love him for he is, as much as, he loves you for who you are.

*Once the both of you went inside the bathroom, Rensuke would turn on the shower, as you would gaze at his body, including his, cock, ass, back, and abs. He would notice you staring at his parts, as he began thinking about how he would scrub you. He does appreciate it when you wash his neck for him, which means he would go straight to washing the rest his body with his favorite body wash. He would use his his body scrubber (which is covered with your body wash) to wash your entire body, including your pussy (which is where he scrubs most to see if you catch on what he's up to) before letting the shower water rinse the body wash off you, then he bends over for a short time, as he quickly licks your pussy.

*When both you and Rensuke got done with taking a shower together and you dried yourself off, he quickly dries himself up, before picking a cute for you to wear for him, since he finds you super cute. To his surprise you have him wear a cute outfit you bought for him. The both of you then snuggled together, as you both watch some anime together. It's a bonus, if you do watch some One Piece together, considering he is a fan of One Piece.

Metal Bat (One Punch Man)

*You continued to ride on Metal Bat's cock, even after he does cum inside of you, until you get tired out. After you finally got off his dick you would touch his face and cooed, "Thank you for letting me ride on you, Metal Bat... You did amazing with enduring my sexual urges, even after you came inside me... Is there any chance, I can get you to take a shower with me?", before you touched his lips with your right pointer finger. He was hesitant at first, since he would worry about his little sister Zenko would catch you both nude, however considering she hasn't woken up, he told you, yes.

*Metal Bat madesure to bring your pajamas and his pajama pants with him on his way meeting up with you for him to take a shower with you. When you to wash his body (especially his cock) with his loofah (covered in his expensive), he would get flustered, even tough he tries to hide being flustered from you. When he does wash you body with your loofah and if he was to wash your boobs and/or your pussy, he would accidentally have you moan, which is a close call with waking up his little sister, Zenko up.

*The both of you would then dry eachother quickly before hurrying up to get dressed, while worrying that his little sister Zenko might have woken up from your accidental moan due to Metal Bat accidentally touching your tits and/or clit. You and Metal Bat would then check to see if she was woken up by accident, which turns out she wasn't. If it was a school night, the both of you would stay up to makesure she wakes up and for the both of you to get her ready for school the next day.

⭐New Character (For Me) To Write About⭐

Izuru Kira (Bleach)

*After Izuru empties his cum inside you (while having you lay down on the bed with you legs wide open), he would lay on top of you and touch you hair before giving you forehead kisses, as he praises you on how well you took his cock, even tough he was afraid to break you too much, deep down. He would then carry you (depends on the reader's imagination how Izuru carries the reader) to the bathroom, so he could take extra care of you in the shower. Once he took you to the bathroom, he would coo to you, "Well (Female Reader Name)... It's time for me to take care of you", as he smiles at you.

* Izuru would be more than happy to let you wash his body with his body wash covering his washcloth, which there are times you decide to wash his body first. Keep in mind that if washing him is the first thing you do, he will low-key peak to see wheather or not you had any juices that came out of your pussy. If he notices any pussy juices that came out of your pussy, he would strictly wash you, however if he has a feeling he's cummed and you haven't yet, he will still wash you, but he would definitely sneak any amount of fingers (and sometimes his whole hand) inside of your hole, as he will finger you non-stop, while washing your body (and your hair with shampoo and conditioner), and he will continue fingering your pussy, until you release yourself all over any amount of his fingers inside of you (sometimes his whole hand). With drying your body, he will dry your body up and he will let you dry up his body, while he's drying you up.

* Izuru let's you pick some night clothes out, as long as you're dressing modestly (preferably a warm robe), considering he rather be prepared and have you be prepared for any unexpected company whoever may come. He would make himself and you some warm tea and he will cook some supper while making the tea. If he's being honest (atleast with himself), he does enjoy taking care of you, especially making tea and some food after sex, shower, and other stuff.

⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐

Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail)

*"Man... This sex has been definitely on fire...And you definitely took me in, so well, unexpectedly...", Natsu said, as he just reached an orgasm from you were fucking him, while he was holding you, as the both of you were trying out a different position, which is due to the fact that your pussy always ends up feeling warm for when his cock was hard. He would happily hold out his hand, as he offers you to take a shower with him, which you always tell him "yes", everytime he offers you to do so. The both of you then hold hands, as the both of you proceed to head to the shower room.

*With washing you, Natsu will start with washing your hair with shampoo, then conditioner. While he does wash your body, he would quickly grope your boobs before washing your tummy, then back, etc... If you do wash his body, while he washes his hair, be warned that he would enjoy it, a whole lot.

*Once you get done taking a shower with Natsu, he would ask you what clothes you would like to wear, because he rather not pick out something you don't feel like wearing, considering after you answer you answer his question he will have good memory on what clothes you tell him to pick out. Ofcourse if you want to go straight to snuggling with him on the bed, you best start before he puts his shirt on for some reason. When you manage to get snuggle time with him on his bed before he could get his shirt on, he will have you be his little spoon and he would be more than happy to give you kisses on either (or both) side(s) of your facial cheeks, while holding tight while trying to be, as gently as he can, so affectionately.

Now for the surprise character...

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

*While Loona was gone at one of the parties Tex invited her to, both you and Blitzø were having "the most amazing fuck" type of sex, as he came inside of your pussy, while he got pussy drunk from fucking your (warm and) tight pussy (hole), so much where he still continued to keep getting you cock drunk, until he is tired out and he has completely emptied his cum inside of you. He would then smiled, as he looked at the hickies he placed near your ears, around your neck, and your boobs, with a few bite marks he put on your shoulders (and shoulder blades), before he would smirk and say, "You look so sexy and all, but with these bite marks and hickies on you and your warm, tight pussy taking my dick so well, looks so fucken hot...", before he grinning, as he gently pinching your nipples. He would then coo, "As much as I enjoyed you being in this state you are in from me fucking you so great in... Since my Loonie Toonie is one of Tex's parties and we got the place to ourselves, we should probably take a shower together... Shall we, (Female Reader Name)?", before sliding himself off of you, as you then followed him to the bathroom.

*While you and Blitzø were taking a shower together, you would wash your hair and body quickly, as possible as he does get confused why you do that, as he would say, "Take your time my sexy, devilish, demon... There's no rush...", before smiling, as he also secretly finds it cute you rush like that. He would definitely feel relaxed whenever you do wash his body, because he does feel massaged. It's a bonus that after you dry yourself up, you would massage his shoulders, while he dries himself up. For some reason, he just enjoys the sensation of your touches and your actual massages definitely will makes his moods much better, especially if he was having a bad day at work or something.

*With picking out outfits, as much as Blitzø would like to pick out night outfits he rather you pick the outfits out to wear for the night, as he likes how you pick outfits much better. Ofcourse he will have you watch any show and/or movie that has horses in it obviously. He usually rather not share his snacks unless it's you, Loona, and very few others, so don't be surprised if he does share plenty of popcorn and cheese with you. So, while neither you nor Blitzø are eating while watching the horse shows (and/or movies), he will definitely snuggle with you while watching the horse shows (and/or movies), considering he enjoys his snuggle time with you.

🫢🚿The End🚿🫢

I hope you enjoyed this head cannon multifandom after sex shower aftercare, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍 While this fanfic did end up having some last minute unexpected changes, I also tried putting different material in this fanfic, as well😁👍For anyone wondering why I have Blitzø as the surprise character, especially with every1else I have in this fanfic, 1st of all, this after sex shower aftercare isn't just about anime characters unlike the others (and definitely unlike the 1st after sex shower aftercare fanfic I have written)... 2nd I have been wanting to write about him in 1 of the after sex shower aftercare fanfics for a while, since I'm already turning it into a series (kinda) and that was before I have written a Helluva Boss fanfic with him in it😁👍While there are people with or without any reasons who think and/or feel that Blitzø doesn't belong or atleast doesn't seem to belong (especially in a smut head cannon(?) fanfic with anime characters, however I feel that even if he doesn't belong or doesn't seem to belong in this type of fanfic, Blitzø is definitely 1 of the characters who I feel deserves to be written in a fanfic involving after sex shower aftercare and he's definitely the 1st character from a cartoon (instead of anime) I put in a fanfic like this😈Those who enjoyed Blitzø's part of the fanfic and enjoyed the "bite marks" piece of his part of the fanfic, you're welcome😁👍😈👍As for Metal Bat's part, the whole trying to not wake up his sister Zenko and trying not get caught by her pieces of Metal Bat's part was a last minute thing😅Those who enjoyed Metal Bat's part and didn't see no harm at all in me writing about the situation about his sister, you're also welcome😃👍Hopefully, if I do write more pertaining this multifandom after sex shower aftercare series, I will see about coming up with different ideas in the future🫢🚿😃👍

[bleach-your-panties]

raise your legs, baby girl - izuru kira x chubby!fem!reader

🎀just a little bit of my husband with his lax-ass dom energy. inspired lightly by these old hc's of mine.

🎀warnings: bondage (shibari), thigh-fucking, edging, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom!izuru, reader is a thick gal💦, aftercare, fluff

🎀i wrote this for me, but y'all can read it. with that being said -

⋰❄️WELCOME TO THE THIRD DIVISION三⋱❥

🎀word count: 2.5k

▶️do what it do - jamie foxx

you know what, imma make it do what it do, baby

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One thing that you'd learned about your husband Izuru was that he liked to tease you - sometimes to the point of tears.

When you met him, you found out very quickly how responsible he was and how seriously he took his job as Lieutenant. It couldn't be helped after he'd been abandoned by his former captain, Gin Ichimaru, with the weight of the entire Third Division placed solely upon his shoulders.

You had to say that you were very impressed with his impromptu leadership over the Third Division, which is what prompted you to join after graduating from the Shin'o Academy.

With your skills, it wasn't long before you ended up serving under him as the Third Seat of the Third Division. A few casual encounters here and there and the two of you quickly became enamored with one another. Soon you'd ended up underneath him in multiple other ways.

You've been married for six months now and the two of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Sometimes Izuru has bad mental health days, but you were always close by his side to help him work through the turmoil swirling inside his mind.

Before he got with you, he looked upon himself undesirably as a romantic partner (if his parents were still alive he had wondered if they'd be disappointed in him for not having settled down yet.)

The captain position was currently still vacant as of now, but due to your close relationship with the Lieutenant of the First Division, you'd been hearing about how a multitude of recommendations had been put in for Izuru to become the new Captain of the Third Division.

So, to celebrate the inevitable good news, you pulled a pale blue, sheer lingerie set out of your dresser - one that you’d purposefully hidden from Izuru to use for this special occasion.

After peeling off your shinigami robes and taking a nice, steamy, hot shower, you did your usual night routine and put your hair up in a cute style that you thought Izuru might like. 

You’d gotten your nails done with Mashiro earlier on in the week - white French-tipped duck nails with one black statement finger and little foil butterflies in gradient shades of blue decorating the tips.

A pair of simple, white, peep-toe heels with bows on the back finished off your look and you sauntered into the living area to wait for Izuru to get home from work.

Ice cubes clinked against one another in the bucket you’d set the sake out to chill in and low, soft music played from the strange contraption Shuuhei had gifted you both for a wedding present - a ‘CD player’ he called it.

Soon, the wooden door to your little home was slid open and your handsome husband stepped inside. 

After setting an armful of folders and notebooks down, his eyes caught sight of you standing there, the orangish glow of the wall lamps illuminating your shapely figure.

“Welcome home, ‘Zu.”

Those cornflower eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Hello, love…what's all this for?” Said eyes trailed over the darkened atmosphere, sake on the counter, and those lights that made you appear as a seductively sinful angel standing before him.

“To celebrate your promotion.” 

Those heels clumped across the wooden floor in tandem with Izuru’s heartbeat inside his chest.

As his eyes raked over your form, Izuru thanked God for Rangiku always dragging you along on her shopping sprees, even if it meant his wallet had to suffer the consequences.

Even though you were looking like a full-course meal in front of him, the mention of said promotion made his shoulders slump visibly.

“Ah, yeah. They still want me to take the captain’s exam even though I already have over half the necessary recommendations.”

You stood facing him now, the height from your heels putting your face right underneath his chin. Cupping it with your hand, you rubbed your fingers over his cheek in a loving manner.

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zu. You’re going to ace that exam. You did graduate from the Academy with top marks, after all.” 

He could only smile while you stroked his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his jawline and back up through the blonde hairs around his ears.

His mouth moved to close over yours in a soft kiss that soon turned passionate and needy.

Your tongues danced in a fiery tango as he wrapped those strong arms around you and pulled you to the kitchen.

----

now, baby, i just wanna take your freakin' clothes off

kiss your body while i take your freakin' clothes off

leave them heels on, while i take your clothes off

leave them lights on, let me see you go off

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

----

That's how you would end up with your bare ass cheeks pushed up onto the kitchen counter while Izuru stood between your spread legs with the palm of his left hand gently resting against your throat. The cold metal of his platinum wedding band pressed against your jugular as he curled his fingers around your neck.

He pulled loose the pale periwinkle ribbon that tied his blond hair, gripped your wrists in one hand, held them above your head, and tied them together with the silk material. With his teeth, he bit the end off and spit it out onto the kitchen floor.

“Perfect.”

His cool hands groped the flesh of your thighs, pinching and squeezing it between his deft fingers.

“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.”

He pressed you further against the counter and rutted his growing hard-on against your inner thigh.

“‘Zu..baby…”

“Yes?” One eyebrow went up as he waited for you to finish your thought then his eyes trailed down to the steadily growing wet spot at the front of your thong.

"Now, what do you wanna do? You wanna get fucked or do you wanna get licked up? Either way, I need you to keep these thighs up for me, baby.”

He slapped one and you yelped at the sudden impact. Leaning over you and staring you down, those blue eyes were hypnotizing you to the point that the words stuck inside your voice box. 

“Hmm, what's that, darling? Come on and use your words for me..” 

“I..I..”

“Too slow. You know what, I have a better idea for you, bluebell.”

In the next millisecond, he was gripping your restrained wrists and flipping you around. A loud breath and soft curses passed through his parted lips when the motion resulted in your juicy ass cheeks pressed against his crotch.

“Fuck…”

Reaching into one of his hakama pockets, he pulled out another ribbon - a spare that he kept for his hair - and retied your wrists so they rested against your lower back.

“Now, keep your head down. Don't you dare fucking lift it.” 

Izuru pulled his hard dick from his pants and you could feel it slap against the crease of your thighs and oh how badly you wanted to thrust back on it.

“Don’t even think about it. Be good and stay still while I fuck your thighs, angel.”

----

so act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

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“A-ahh..”

Izuru’s soft moans were so erotic coupled with the wet, smacking sounds of him fucking the opening made by your thick thighs. The arousal ran between them lubricating his dick enough for him to slip it in and out of your thigh creases as if it were your pussy.

You learned early on in your sex life that Izuru has an inconceivable amount of patience.

When he felt himself getting closer to a release, he pulled you off of the counter and into your shared bedroom.

As you kneeled on the tatami mat, your nose kept bumping against his inner thighs and blonde pubes as you tried to get your husband's cock in your mouth but his grip on your neck held you just out of reach of his pretty, pink-flushed tip.

He was edging both you and himself. After the day he'd had today, he'd be damned if he came anywhere except for the inside of your pussy.

Curling his long fingers around your jaw, he brought your head up for you to stare into his crystal-blue eyes.

“Are you ready to be good and tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You nodded your head in his large palm.

“Want you to make me feel good, Izu’. Please fuck me, baby.”

—-

now baby holla at me, tell me what you're missin'

i can put in work in every position

from the kitchen table to the bedroom floor

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

so act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

—-

“There, gorgeous. So pretty. The perfect little present.”

He exhaled a breath, eyes wandering the perfect pattern of the ribbon he’d so skillfully tied you with. Another one of his creatively hidden talents - shibari.

“Hold those legs open right there for me, baby.”

He dipped his head down and you let out a shrill cry when he began licking your warm, creamy folds. Back and forth his tongue dipped and lips sucked your pussy while he caressed your inner thighs. The knuckle of his left ring finger slid dangerously close to your clit, making you twitch.

Tears accumulated in your eyes both from your muscles burning and  from Izuru messily eating you out. He always made it hurt so good.

"Zu', I…can't hold them anymore, I's-starting to hurt!"

"Hmm?” He leaned away from your pussy with his chin glistening in your slick. 

“Guess I should have tied them behind your head then." 

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

With a kiss to your left knee, he sat back on his knees, caging your spread-out thighs between his pale, muscled ones. Your legs were brought up to rest on his shoulders as he demanded you to hold them right there.

Soft swishing was heard as he discarded himself of his shihakusho.

Finally, he sunk that fat cockhead inside your waiting hole. Your thighs trembled as he instantly went deep. Already, you were out of breath and he hadn't even moved yet. The result of him edging you both beforehand.

Izuru just kept stealing your breath as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes; each one with more force behind it than the last. He bent his head and let his lips graze against your knees, gently kissing each one as he stirred your insides up.

“I-Izuru!” 

His name fell from your lips in broken whines, You couldn’t do anything but keep repeating it over and over again as he rocked into you, making the bed shake and headboard slam against the wall.

—-

your body, show me how you use it

we gone pop some champagne 

and listen to some music

and once we get our clothes off

wrap your legs around my shoulders

and it’s gone be just like i told ya

baby i’m gone work you over

and over, and over, and over again

so what you wanna do?

—- 

“Oooo,’Zuru!”

“Fuck yes, Y/N…oh my God…”

Izuru had shifted your positions now so that you were riding him cowgirl-style while he held your bound wrists behind your back. He made you bounce on his dick wildly, amusing him very much since he had all of the control right now.

“Tell me…tell me -s-shit! - tell me you want me to cum inside your pussy. Say it for me.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, baby! Please, ‘Zuru, I need you to fill me up so badly! I need you!”

He had already started cumming before you even got all the words out - the way your pussy gripped and clenched around him had him whining your name in that lovely, smooth baritone of his and spurting his thick, hot seed right up against your womb.

“Shit shit shit shit-FUuuuCK!

With a hand on the back of your neck and one last thrust that had you seeing multiple galaxies, he emptied his balls completely. Your exhausted body began to slump forward and Izuru caught you in his arms. He laid you against his chest and began to untie your bindings.

“You did so well, angel. So good and perfect for me, as always. My perfect Y/N.”

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

Izuru always made sure to give you the best aftercare whenever the two of you were experimenting with different kinks in the bedroom.

He made sure to clean you off really well, change you into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and make you some lavender tea to help you sleep. 

Your head rested on his chest now as the two of you snuggled beneath the covers.

“‘Zuzu…I really am so proud of you for everything that you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make a great Captain.”

The soft rise and fall of his chest was quickly lulling you to sleep, but you did hear his next statement.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really appreciate that, but I don’t think I could be that great of a Captain if I don’t have a great Lieutenant by my side.”

“Why would you say something like-oh. OH.”

He just chuckled at your realization and kissed your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N Kira.”

“I love you too, Captain Kira.”

—-

i’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

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💗💗🍡°my fics: ©bleach-your-panties 2024. do NOT steal, copy, repost, alter, or upload my works onto other sites. comments appreciated. reblogs always welcome.

[brittscafe]

I loved the male captains one.... How about how the male lieutenants (& Yumichika ofc) kiss you headcanons?? 😘 I hope you're having a good week! :)

ahahah yessss! I think I included most of the lieutenants, but let me know if I missed any <3 <3

Ikkaku: Zero problems or complaints let's just be honest. He's a really good kisser and he's not even trying half the time. He'll cup your face and pull your face towards him.

His kisses are firm and fervent.

Ikkaku is a thigh man, so he adores kissing your thighs. He loves the way your skin feels and how it gives you butterflies.

Yumichika: He could honestly hit me with a bus and I'd still forgive him. Yumichika acts really annoyed and not really happy to be kissing you. You only know that he actually enjoys it because of how his lips press against yours for as long as they can and his thumbs brush over your cheeks so fondly.

He appreciates kissing every part of you, but his favorite is your lips. Nothing will beat the feeling of your lips colliding.

Shuhei: He's super soft and delicate when kissing you. His lips are always plump and super warm against yours. Shuhei's palms are always sweaty when he's pressing his lips against yours, so he usually keeps them on your waist or your shoulders.

He also really loves shoulder kisses in private moments or in public. It's a quick way of saying hi or goodbye for Shuhei.

Izuru: He's super shy when kissing you, but in private he's super sensual and romantic when he's kissing you. Izuru loves to take his time, tasting your lips and relishing in how they feel against yours or he loves kissing your jawline.

He'll suck on your skin and it makes you all hot and heavy.

Renji: No shame whatever soever. His hands are roaming all your body and definitely groping you in places he shouldn't be when he's got his tongue inside of your mouth or kissing your neck.

His kisses always have a deeper meaning behind them, trying to express how much he truly loves you and wants to be with you.

[amostimprobabledream]

Hi! Throwing you something for kinktober since I loved your Ulquiorra story. Reader and Izuru Kira, post TYBW. Overstimulation. (Caused by his body modifications at Mayuri's hands. Crossed nerv endings, I don't know, you name it.)

Ooh, interesting! I've never written for Kira before, so I hope this one turned out all right. https://archiveofourown.org/works/59555803/chapters/152154691 dragging me back into having (Izuru Kira x Reader) - Kinktober: Overstimulation

“Oh…oh, fuck…”

A drawn-out groan reaches your ears as you look down at the sight beneath you. A smile pulls at your cheeks, and you know that if you could see yourself with such a smug grin on your face, you’d want to slap it off.

Your name spills from Kira’s lips, his blue eyes looking dazed, as if you’ve smacked him over the head with something heavy.

“Oi, don’t tap out on me now.” You instruct him, then pause, wondering with amusement where the ‘oi’ came from – you’ve been hanging out with Ikkaku, Renji and Hisagi too much. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

A wan smile flickers at the edges of Kira’s mouth, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

“I don’t know how you have so much energy.” He says, an amused note you don’t often hear in his voice, and you give a little laugh yourself, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re talking like you’re some old geezer. Come in, Izuru, I know you’ve got a little life in you still.”

When it comes to fucking, you're relentless with Kira, but you suspect he appreciates it. It’s a sort of catharsis for both of you, you get to work off your frustrations and stress of the day by using his body to drive yourself wild, and Kira can let someone else take the reins and go with the flow, a stark difference from the responsibilities of a vice-captain and the endless slog of paperwork to catch up on after the war, especially with Rose still recovering. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship borne from a drunken experiment that you’re very happy you both partook in, throwing caution to the winds when celebrating kicking the Quincies the fuck out of the Seireitei. You don't look at Kira like he's made of glass or coddle him like some do - poor Izuru. Poor, abandoned Izuru. Let's be gentle with him. Fuck that. Kira might wear his sadness openly, but that doesn't make him weak. Doesn't make him lacking.

Which is why you're riding him until he can't take it. Until he's practically incoherent with pleasure, his muffled groans and whimpers filling the room, his hair mussed and sticking to his forehead. You love him like this, letting loose in a way that he doesn’t normally allow himself. Kira tends to bottle up how he feels until it comes out when booze loosens him up, you hate the thought of him marinating in his own melancholy, too self-effacing to ask for help.

“God, sweetheart…”

Of course, your way of helping is a bit unconventional (and, you’re not going to lie to yourself, a bit selfish too), but Kira’s never voiced any complaints about it.

You reach and brush the seam where his modifications start, machinery joining seamlessly into flesh. You have to admit, the craftsmanship is a thing of wonder, and it’s only thanks to Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s genius and willingness to do whatever’s necessary that you have Kira with you still. The thought brings up an unexpected well of emotion in you that you force yourself to push aside for now – this really isn’t the time or place to suddenly get weepy over what could have been. Kira certainly didn’t sit around crying when there was a war to win.

Instead you trace the cybernetics with fascination gleaming in your eyes – you’re not a member of Twelfth for nothing. Kira said that he can feel touch to the implements holding his torso together, and being the curious creature you were, you ran a hand down one of the metal bars.

Kira keened out loud, apparently just as surprised as you were.

Oh?

“You like that, huh?” you smirk down at him, probably looking like a smug little racoon.

“S-sweetheart…” Kira said, half-pleading and half-demanding.

Slyly, you slid a hand up and down the metal bar and Kira starts squirming and bucking beneath you like a man possessed. It feels kind of comical to you, like you were jerking him off in the wrong place, but the reaction from Kira is immediate and wholly gratifying – it’s a good job you’re sitting on top of him or his squirming might have made it a bit difficult for you to keep your grip.

“Who knew machinery could be so receptive to touch?” you muse out loud, using both hands now, and Kira’s groaning began to grow so loud that even you are a bit taken aback. Perhaps you should have gagged him beforehand.

Or asked him for permission before you started just grabbing at whatever you please. A voice in your head scolds you.

“Sorry…”

You grimace apologetically and begin to loosen your grip, guilt nipping at you – you always get carried away and do things without-

“Don’t!” Kira gasps beneath you, his hand shooting out and gripping your wrist. “Nngh…don’t stop.”

You blink, but a bubble of delight rising in your chest – getting Kira to be more upfront about what he wants has been something of a challenge, so hearing him saying out so bluntly gives you a peculiar sense of pride.

“Good boy.” You purr. “Lemme make you feel good.”

And so you do. You continue fingering the body modifications on his chest and arm, marvelling at how sensitive it is, considering it wasn’t originally attached to his body, and rock you hips rhythmically against him as you go, but almost as an afterthought – watching Kira unspooling beneath you, his face obtaining a glow to it and his breathing laboured in the throes of his own approaching orgasm is more than satisfying to you. Kira doesn’t neglect your pleasure despite his own, fingers dipping into your panties and teasing your drenched entrance. You groan out loud, fizzing sparks of arousal making your movements grow sloppy. He’s got lovely fingers, strong and slender from all that paperwork and writing haikus, but they have other uses too…

“Yes…mmm…I’m almost-!” Kira sputters beneath you. “Please, baby, it feels so good…”

Baby? That’s a new one but you don’t dislike it, and to demonstrate your feelings on this new pet name, you oblige his request. Kira’s entire body shudders beneath you, a soft groan that makes you shiver leaving his mouth, before he flops back onto the futon, breathing hard.

“You okay?” you ask him in a softer voice than before, brushing some of his wheat blonde hair off his face. Kira’s eyes meet yours and he gives you a little smile.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” You say, leaning down to kiss him, a faint trace of green tea on his lips. Then you can’t resist adding, enjoying the realisation dawning on his face that he’s created a monster:

“Hey, wanna see what other functions Kurotsuchi installed on you?”

[mi-lady-kiiira]

💍Selfship with my handsome prince, Izuru Kira💍

dividers by the lovely @/hitobaby

💎Headcanons:

His Nicknames for Me:

"Bluebell" - Because I have the same name as his captain and he would die if anyone ever thought that he was referring to Otoribashi when he's speaking about me

"Sweetheart, Love, Angel, Darling" - his usual terms of endearment for me

"My Muse" - Zu says that I give him inspiration for a lot of his poems; it's so sweet when he keeps shooting me little glances from his writing desk while I lounge on the futon. I MUST get up and give him kisses.

"Princess" - He is my prince and I am his princess, it shall be no other way

"Stop, damnit" - This is not a term of endearment, but he says it so often and casually that you'd think that it was

My Nicknames for Him:

"Zu, Zuzu, Zuru"- Basically just shortened versions of his name

"Handsome" - Because he is very much so💙

"FAT DICK ZU" - He acts like he doesn't like it, but I can see through his lies with my Kidō. He also blushes everytime I say it but has explicitly told me not to call him that in front of other people :(

"Prince Zu, King of My Heart" - I know it is a contradiction, leave me alone

Daily Life Headcanons (SFW):

I pack his lunch every morning and slip in little notes with love affirmations and words of encouragement to help him navigate throughout his day

He puts short poems and haiku that he's written for me in my lunches. Also leaves poems in random places around the house for me to find.

On many occasions, he has snuck into my office while I'm in meetings or on errands and left cute little notes on my computer (along with some snack - I need snack)

He started making our evening tea solely by himself because I was fucking it up everytime. (I do not know how to brew tea) I also can't reach the tea set on the top shelf, but that's probably a good thing because I have butterfingers

Since Rose started tying his hair with ribbons, I brush his hair and tie his ribbons in for him in the mornings. He has to have one in every color, because I need color coordination (inspired by this fanart from Pinterest - not mine!)

If my bonnet slips off while I'm sleeping, he'll fix it quietly while trying not to wake me up (I ain't waking up, I sleep like a rock)

Sometimes we both forget where we put our glasses and just walk around like two blind bats, running into stuff (and each other) until we find them. Zu wears contacts as well (that somehow make his eyes look even brighter 🥹💙)

He loves listening to music together (he has one of those old school iPod nanos in blue and refuses to upgrade to anything newer - inspired by this post (that I can't find atm, rip)

He knows when I'm starting to get anxious/have a panic attack because I will start pacing and wringing my hands. To calm me down, he will come up and hug me from behind, gently take my hands into his, and help me do breathing exercises.

When he gets into a downtrodden mood, I can tell immediately because he's 10X quieter and his eyes lose a little of their sheen. I will cancel all of my meetings for the day, get us food, and hole us up in our bedroom in our secret blanket fort. No leaving the fort unless for bathroom. Endless cuddles and affirmations.

🔥NSFW Headcanons:

His kinks: shibari, thigh-fucking, edging, overstimulation, head-crushing (receiving), hair-pulling (both), oral (giving)

Favorite positions: missionary, cowgirl, against the wall, spooning/side

Does he prefer giving or receiving: giving

He is a switch/soft!dom

Is he a tease? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING YES.

Does he like being teased? Yes, but not too much and for too long. He likes to get things started fairly quickly when 'he's' on the receiving end of the teasing.

Praise or degradation?: A mixture of both, with more praise

When he's fed up with my shenanigans or I've been teasing him too much, he makes me kneel before him on the tatami mat in our room. His hand is on the back of my neck, holding my face away from him while he strokes his hard cock.

"You've been acting like a naughty girl all day today, bluebell. Do you think that I should give you my cock? Hmm, I don't think so." (he's soooooo mean💙🫶🏽)

We both have quietly discussed our interest of having a threesome with Shuuhei but are both too INCREDIBLY shy to bring it up to him.

It is imperative that I start my day out with a cumshot in my coffee. Can't make it throughout my day in the Seireitei without Izuru's protein shake. Yum.

He actually indulges me, surprisingly. Not without his entire body turning red as he strokes himself into my specimen jar. He's such a peach.

I've asked him to wrap Wabisuke around my neck a couple of times (The answer was 'no' each and every time, btw :(

Has a HUGE freaky side. He tries to act all prim and proper, but he loves fucking in the office just as much as I do (all screen caps from 'Kira's Captain' by @shadowsnlace - AMAZING READ, and requested by ME 😌Highly recommended, especially if you're an Izuru girlie🩵💙*permission to post granted*)

💍Authority kink??🤭⇣

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💍"A full head taller than you", good gracious 😮‍💨

💍He loves the visual of me sucking him off with my glasses on ⇣

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💍More authority kink⇣

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That's it for now! I have a playlist planned out that will be listed under '💍ballroom' on my pinned post.

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!🫶

@enchantedforest-network

[unohanadaydreams]

How would my pookie bear Izuru react to an S/O who’s just always making dirty jokes Mars cough not me cough pls I’d love to know 🌝

LMAO NOT YOU?????????

I mean, never you! I'm so sorry if you have a hard time relating to this because this could never be you!

This is pre-TYBW because I think his reaction would be more fun.

Izuru is reserved. Even playing cat's cradle with you is enough to dust his ears in embarrassment. He keeps snagging on the feeling of your finger brushing his. On the curl of string round your knuckle tightening against his own when you move. His heart is racing. This is a boring game, a time sink for most. But not to him. And most certainly not with your shoulder pressed to his.

So when you peek up at him, mouth twisted up and ask him, "what's the blush for?"

He can't articulate beyond what he's already said, when you first suggested playing this way. Head bowed, triangle of bangs shielding his face, Izuru labors for something cool to say.

But he's all thoughts. How pathetic he can't manage to weave them in conversation, off paper. How wasteful that you're with him. But how selfish and thankful he is, too.

"Playing with your left hand and my right," he says as you loop your pinky to match his, "Its...nice."

You hum and the string goes slack as you press into his side, too close, "I can think of something even nicer for you to play with."

"W-what?"

His free hand pushes aside his bangs, as if seeing you with both eyes will unravel your intention. Because, well....you can't mean...

"You know, if you wanna tie up more than just my hand?"

"More than your h-hand? You mean...as in...if we...!"

Laughing, you interlocked your fingers with his as he burns, not opening his mouth. Not wanting to stutter again.

"I was just joking," you said, kissing his cheek. "You're so cute, Izuru-kun."

Izuru kisses your brow by reflex, trying to push away the image of you all tied up. Because would you want that? Would you let him? You were being light-hearted but what if...

You fall into laughter again as he calms himself.

"You're dangerous," he finally manages, admiring the tangle of string still connecting you to him.

Gesturing to your chest, you give a wink. "I am always packing."

He covers his glowing face and groans while you elbow his side in hysterics, still too flustered to look you in the eye.

[milky-fixx]

A copy of this month's Seireitei Bulletin is placed atop your desk.

You peruse it, noting some of the usuals. News, awards, special events. But it's a poem in the corner that catches your eye, one that is listed as an anonymous submission.

the summer's rays pierce a lone marigold withers waiting for one's touch

You smile. Folding up the paper, you greet the fellow members of your division, taking note of Captain Otoribashi with guitar in hand, strumming tunes while humming to a melody.

You approach your lieutenant, who sits before a daunting pile of paperwork—no doubt one that his Captain neglected to finish in his haste to make use of this moment of inspiration. He looks deep in thought, his brow furrowed as he peruses the words on the page.

"Lieutenant Kira." He near jumps at your use of his title, whirling around towards you. You notice he shoves a few papers to the side, as if hiding them from prying eyes. "Nice poem, by the way. In the paper."

"Oh, ah... That—that wasn’t me.”

You raise a brow.

"Really? It kind of reminds me of your style. A bit bold, if you ask me, but…”

His cheeks redden. “Right. Bold. I’m not—I’m usually not that forthright.” He shrugs noncommittally, angling his body to further cut off your view of his desk. It’s then that you catch a glimpse of a few crumpled pieces of papers scattered about.

He clears his throat. “Nonetheless I’m sure whoever it was is a fine poet.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Yeah, they are…. I'm also sure that whoever they wrote it for will find it quite romantic,” you say off-handedly.

He straightens up in his seat. "What do you—”

"Waiting for one's touch," you repeat. "I wonder why wait when the flower can just seize the moment?"

[gojos-espresso]

Moonlight

My first smut which I'm publishing, so go easy on me.

Pairing:Izuru Kira x gn! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of blood, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, mating press, slight choking. Crying but not as in dacryphillia ig MINORS MDNI

Not Proofread, we die like ukitake...

You weren't aware how much time had passed since you last saw Kira smile genuinely. After Gin Ichimaru's betrayal and almost injuring his classmate, Izuru lost the spark in his eyes. Though it was not completely gone a few months ago, after the recent arrancar attack it somewhat did.

An almost fatal encounter left you heavily injured. With multiple wounds on your body and your heavily bloodied Shihakushō left Izuru in shambles, and now he had trapped you between him and the Tatami of his quarters.

"Name, don't leave me" he whispered between kisses as his wet eyelashes feathered along your cheeks. He had tears in his eyes when you arrived from the squad 4 barracks fully healed. You felt his growing bulge on your thigh which caused you to moan. He suddenly sat up panting and tugged on your uniform "May I?" You nodded as he carefully peeled your clothes whilst holding in tears. It was always hard for him to see you injured and this it broke him.

He planted kisses on your forehead and nose before he traced kisses down your neck to your cleavage before settling on your nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth earning a sharp moan from you. He looked up at you as he swiped his tongue on your nipple earning another one. Grabbing your other breast he starts sucking on it, tantalizingly slow. Your back arches at the sensation. He lets go of it with a pop and switches to the other one. This time his hand traces down between your thighs, swiping his fingers along your slit before settling his fingers on your clit. "Found it," Izuru says as he let go of your nipple and starts rubbing circles on your clit. "Izuru~" you moan. "Say, my name love. Say that you won't leave me" Your eyes were rolling back into your skull by now due to the intense waves of arousal rocking your body. "I won't-ah I would never leave you Izuru." You almost screamed as his pace increased. Your moans grew louder with each second, the climax approaching fast. "Let go love, just let go" he whispered as he reached for your lips drinking in your moans.

As Kira was discarding his robes you mustered some strength and pushed upwards pouncing on him. A surprised yelp left him as you straddled him kissing him hard as you adjust yourself on his lap grinding hard earning moans from him, almost as if it was his first time. You break apart to look at him, intoxicated eyes lined with tears ready to spill, red cheeks, and a parted mouth gasping for air, he looks beautiful like this, so close to you, so in love with you, with a carnal hunger for you.

You start teasing your slit with his shaft, coating it in all your juices before pushing it in, a hard jolt rattling you due to its stretch and the depth it covered, "so-so full" you moaned as rocked forward, back arching as pleasure clouded you. Kira by this point had lost all sense pushing his hips upwards as he held you close, moaning wantonly. "Love, God love. You feel so good!" tears spilling. You pulled him close biting his neck, begging him to go faster. He pushed harder almost whilst holding you tighter.

"Izuru I'm close!" you screamed, as he growled into your shoulder indicating he was too. You came hard, thighs shivering, vision clouded as you felt warmth fill your hole. "Izuru" you breathed out as came down from your high. You felt something wet on your shoulder, Izuru looked up tears flowing down his face, "Please don't let go. I'll protect you, just don't leave." He sobbed, hugging you once more. You knew how bad it had been for him and it gave you relief seeing him open up and let go. You kissed his forehead and held his face and gazed into those blue orbs filled with love and vulnerability. "I won't ever leave your side darling. Never. Why font we take a bath?" His eyes widened as he sighed in relief letting you guide him to the bath.

The end

[sashi-ya]

> BLEACH MEN PORN BROWSING HISTORY HCS > nsfw hcs | shingamis | quincies | arrancars | > tw: mentions of porn, different kinks, all characters are +18. pls don't take this personal hcs very serious > thank u @kwnblack & @the-witch-of-one-piece for Ryuken & Bazz's hcs ♡ ︎

Isshin Kurosaki: obsessed. Help him. 🔎 quincy copper hair woman + school uniform 🔎 impregnation 🔎 can I still have kids?

Ryuken Ishida: the two sides of the spectrum. 🔎 MILFS. 🔎 Daddy dom 🔎 sexy maid

Kisuke Urahara: do you really need me to show it to you? alright, only ones that tumblr would allow me to: 🔎 catgirl + sexy young shop owner video by kittyurahara223 (Yoru and his video) 🔎 hot catgirl 🔎 tuna

Shunsui Kyoraku: feels illegal, but it isn't. (i think) 🔎 big ass chicks 🔎 hentai 🔎 creampie

Jushiro Ukitake: does this man watch porn? YES, HE DOES 🔎 threesome FFM respectful 🔎 squirting women 🔎 hot nurse

Byakuya Kuchiki: you wouldn't expect this noble man watching porn, but you are so wrong... 🔎public + degradation kink 🔎degradation (again?) 🔎seaweed cosplay + hot girl (excuse me, what?) 🔎pegging does it hurt? (omg Byakuya…?)

Toshiro Hitsugaya: he might seem like a kid, but he isn't. 🔎tall dominant woman porn 🔎watermelon flavoured candy 🔎manju recipe

Renji Abarai: dork in love. he uses the voice searching option 🔎midget. 🔎 no no that type of midget 🔎 tiny girls 🔎 TAICHO I- SORRY. YES I'M GOING.

Hisagi Shuuhei another one obssessed. 🔎red haired + big tits + Shinigami 🔎 big tits. 🔎 tits (omg, shuuhei…)

Kira Izuru: poor man. 🔎porn + male + silver hair + eyes closed. 🔎fox tail 🔎persimmon flavoured lube

Grimmjow Jagearjackez: I won't specify a gender. 🔎gingers. 🔎rough sex + hate sex + orange hair 🔎pranks for Ulquiorra

Ulquiorra Cifer: what is this device? 🔎what is porn? 🔎orihime porn. 🔎 why there is no orihime porn?

Sosuke Aizen: he is above porn. However,… 🔎 human porn research 🔎 why are humans so pathetic 🔎 pathetic tiny woman crying for dick.

Shinji Hirako: I’m sure we all can imagine 🔎 oral 🔎 69 🔎 big tits dumb girl 🔎 lesbian sex

Sajin Komamura: naughty doggy 🔎 furry 🔎 hot bitches (quite literally) 🔎 woof woof 🔎 doggy style 🔎 how to kill a quincy

Zaraki Kenpachi: he is lucky if he even gets the time to search for something without having Yachiru using his phone 🔎 blood kink 🔎 long haired woman + femd- PEPPA PIG 🔎 PEPPA PIG

Jugram Haschwalt: blonde quincy versión of Byakuya 🔎 praising 🔎 thigh riding 🔎 woman kneeling 🔎 dominant 🔎 where to get a little bit of serotonin

As Nodt: scary mf, can you imagine him jerking off? I do. 🔎 gore. 🔎 women who are into guys with no lips 🔎 help me 🔎 how to shut up Senbonzakura?

Bazz B: he is just too horny to even think 🔎 rough sex 🔎 creampie 🔎 POV porn 🔎 slut ass spank

Ichigo Kurosaki: I’m not surprised.at all. 🔎 MILFS (yes, come on) 🔎 BIG TITS BOUNCY TITS 🔎 Do I have to wear a condom if I’m in my soul body? (yes, you idiot)

Ishida Uryu: troubled little emo quincy 🔎 romantic porn 🔎 wom- men- 🔎 how do I know if I’m gay?

[suvidrache]

Izuru Kira Fluff

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Word Count: 110 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

When Kira gets anxious, he'll hide his face in your neck or shoulder.

He would say disturbing things as a way of flirting, not realizing how weird or creepy they may sound.

He has a hard time expressing his feelings, but would do better writing them out in a poem.

He doesn't let you see the poems about his feelings, as he doesn't want to scare you off.

He would write poems for you and about you. Those, he would allow you to see.

He would read some poems to you from time to time.

He has a hard time making decisions and would sometimes come to you for help.

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