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rose-riot-johnson · 2 months

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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🫢🚿😃👍

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 2 months

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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

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hollowfyshunsuikubo · 4 months

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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gojos-espresso · 1 year

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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

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milky-fixx · 2 years

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gnaw

bleach | izuru kira x reader

prompt: ghoul + restraints (monsterfucker kinktober 2022)

summary: post-accident, izuru struggles to keep both his hunger under wraps, and his relationship intact. but as he finds the frayed edges of his control slipping, so does your presence in his life.

word count: 6.3k omg

cw: 18+, afab reader, ghoul!au, monsters that eat humans, reader is not eaten (other people are though), mentions of starvation, suicidal ideation, blood, vomiting, forced feeding, muzzles, handcuffs, last 2k is where all the smut is tbqh—the rest is angst

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Hunger, Izuru thinks, is a sensation worse than death.

He’s tasted death on his tongue–a sharp, metallic tang. Pain that swallowed him whole, that spit him back out into this world, starving. Hungering.

(He’s tasted death in another way, as well.)

But hunger is all-encompassing. All he can think about lately.

He eyes the katsu curry dish you’ve made before him. The rich brown of the curry, the crispness of the pork, the warmth of the rice–these are all things that should appeal to him. You at the very least, seem to be enjoying yourself, chattering away, spooning the curry and rice mixture into your mouth. Izuru lets a ghost of a smile grace his face. He doesn’t breathe, but the overwhelming stench of food still churns his gut. His plate remains untouched.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something, Izuru?” you ask again suddenly, and he’s snapped out of his daze.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” His smile tightens. The gnawing, expanding feeling in his stomach seems to worsen. He places a hand over his mouth, hoping to feign the illness he’d told you has been afflicting him since his hospital stay months back.

Loss of appetite. Nausea at the smell of food.

Well, one type of food.

There is another thought that occurs to him, one that he can’t voice. One that seems to increasingly haunt his day-to-day life, threatens to break the quaint domesticity the two of you have.

He could bite you. That would certainly fill his appetite.

He digs his fingernails into his palms, feeling crescents dig into his palm.

God, he could never tell you.

How could you look at him the same?

—

“Moved in with ‘em?” Gin drawls, his ever-present smirk on his face. Izuru hates the amusement his mentor drives from this particular situation, hates the truth of him. (The man he looked up to the most, who turned out to be nothing but a monster, who’s cursed him to this same fate.)

But why wouldn’t Gin find this funny?

Izuru is playing with fire.

“Yer’ somethin,’ aren’t’cha? Didn’t know you liked ta’ play with yer food before ya ate it~”

“They’re not food,” he says tersely, eyes trained on the way the flesh gives in beneath Gin’s hands. Gin used to mock him, say that he should be hunting for his own food, that their kind was known to get territorial. But that was before he found out the most amusing news:

That Izuru Kira post-accident is still trying to make things work with his human partner. That even more than that, he’s now living with them. The very thought seemed to be enough for him to dangle this lifeline in front of Izuru.

Izuru doesn’t even flinch as blood splatters across his face.

—

Izuru has always been into tragedies.

Ever since he was a kid. Ever since he’s been aware enough of his wretched existence. And if his life before the accident was act one, this was certainly the second half leading up to a tragic finale.

His hand grips the bathroom sink, leaning over it. His saliva feels stuck to the roof of his mouth, his tongue unbearably dry.

He can smell you, just beyond the shower curtain. Water slicking down your body, rivulets dipping beneath your flesh, the warm, wet musk of sweat. Izuru is so hungry, he’s starting to think his appetite pulling the strings here, and he’s a mindless puppet agreeing to its whims.

How long has it been? Two weeks, maybe three since he last saw Ichimaru? With the lockdowns in the city, it had been hard, so hard to get any source of sustenance.

Gin has his ways of course. Ways that Izuru wishes he could turn a blind eye to. He’s not completely a monster. No matter how much Gin insists they are.

Didn’t know you liked ta’ play with yer food before ya ate it, his words replay in Izuru’s mind.

When you come out of the shower, nuzzling up to him, it takes everything in him to appear relaxed. But then his gaze dips to the curve of your collarbone, the smooth softness of your skin. He’s horrified to find he has to swallow down the saliva accumulating in his mouth.

You’re not food.

You’re not food–

“You should get dressed,” he says suddenly, swallowing down the gnawing hunger inside him, threatening to take shape. He can’t. He can’t–

“Please,” he adds, shaking you off of him. You give him a hurt look, and Izuru squeezes his eyes shut. He can deal with you upset; anything is better than you knowing the truth.

And when he falls into bed with you, it takes everything in him to not lean over and bare his teeth. He lies stiffly on his side, praying to the powers above that you don’t press him.

You two haven’t been intimate in awhile, not since before the accident. He can’t trust himself, his hunger, to not act. Just the thought of your bare flesh, the faint taste of your body wash, has him near delirious.

You’re not food. You’re not food at all.

He loves you. He loves you so much he’s willing to bear the pangs of hunger just to be this close to you.

Oh, he’s such a fool.

—

Cohabitation tests the very limits of his control. If it’s not the shower, it’s you curled up next to him in bed, your shirt riding up, displaying a delicious sliver of your skin.

If it’s not that, it’s you kissing him, the taste of your lips on his nearly high enough to get him drunk. He has to control himself, the part of him that wants so desperately to turn his lips on your neck, into his teeth, into a bite, into gnawing—

He’s distant.

He doesn’t mean to be, but it’s tearing up at him. He downs endless amounts of coffee a day, only leaves the house to get that. At some point, even you’ve noticed his consumption, expressed concern over his increasingly gaunt visage.

You’ve noticed by now, surely you’ve noticed something is off.

Izuru eats it all. Your curry, your udon, your fried rice, anything to keep you happy. And then, when you’re busy washing dishes, he does his best to vomit it all up, the taste of bile in his throat somehow making his hunger even more pronounced.

—

Gin’s words reverberate in his head.

“How’s yer cute lil’ human gonna react when they find out what ya’ gotta eat to stay alive? When you take a lil nibble out of ‘em?”

“It’s a mistake, ya’ know? Humans don’t like us; they’re terrified of us, even.” He grins, a spot of blood on his chin shining in the sun.

“Is’not gonna end well.”

—

No. Izuru isn’t the main character of a tragedy. He’s not some forlorn Romeo, sworn to kill you by his own hand. He can overcome this, this gnawing hunger to be by you, one step at a time.

He bites down on his hand until he feels the skin tear. The way it doesn’t even null the hunger in the slightest sends him spiraling.

—

“W-We’re doing this now?”

Izuru hadn’t considered that you would take action. That you are just as much of a character in this play as he is. That you want something.

Him. His body. The proof that you two, your relationship, is fine. Surely you’ve noticed his distance.

Foolishly, he lets you.

He’s been so hungry. He hasn’t fed in weeks.

He would hate himself if he did something to you.

(At the same time, part of him craves this. The intimacy or your flesh–he’s not sure. He doesn’t want to know. Doesn’t want to think about how much of a monster he’s become–)

He overestimates his control.

Your neck bared before him. He can’t resist. His teeth dig into the flesh of your neck. He moans as your blood rushes hot and warm into his mouth.

You scream.

—

He fucked up.

Hefuckedup, hefuckedup, hefuckedup.

Izuru stares mournfully at the scene. Momo treats your wound as you sit, dazed. Your scream snapped him out of his frenzy. In a daze, he called her–thankfully, he had enough sense to. He’s not even sure how she understood his frantic voice over the phone.

There was blood, so much blood. Your blood. Everywhere. On the floor. In his mouth.

You’re shaking, gone pale. You passed out once already. From the pain? Shock? Izuru can only imagine.

He’s backed into the corner of a wall, biting down on his palm. He’s sure he must make a ghastly sight; his eyes must be pitch black, with red sclera. His mouth painted red with your blood. The look of a monster.

You’re trying your best not to stare at him. The one time you do glance over, you flinch.

Monster.

He is a monster.

He hurt you.

He tried to eat you.

He wanted to eat you, and he would have.

Momo is calmly trying to explain what’s happened to him, the accident, what he’s become. Their lifestyle. Their diet. And from the way you momentarily give her a look of fear, Izuru knows that you know she’s the same kind of monster he is.

Izuru knows he should be by your side, he should be there for you. But he’s the one who hurt you in the first place. And that very knowledge makes him want to run. Run far away, run from himself.

So he does.

—

When Gin finds him, bloodied and blank-stared, of course he knows what happens. It’s written all over Izuru’s face.

“Maybe it’ll be a good lesson for ya.’ Bet you were tryna create one of those tragic endings ya’ like readin’ about so much.”

Izuru says nothing, even as his mentor drags him back to his apartment. Shoves him onto the floor. Throws a slab of something in front of him.

His mouth stays shut.

The taste of you lingers on his tongue.

—

“Izuru? Can we… talk? You left without saying anything…”

“Izuru, I’m sorry. Momo kind of explained to me… I don’t blame you. I’m sorry for not realizing you’ve been struggling this badly with your… appetite.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster.”

“I do think I deserve some kind of closure, though.”

“Izuru, I’m getting worried. It’s been almost two weeks. The bite’s almost healed. Are you even…”

“Izuru, where are you?”

Voicemail box full. Message cannot be saved.

—

Izuru wants to waste away.

He doesn’t deserve to exist.

Not in this form, not if all he can do is bring harm to others.

He tries to starve. Wants to see how long his kind can survive without human flesh before wasting away. He’s scornful. He hates this life, hates his new diet.

But fate is cruel. His mentor is cruel. Gin forces bits of flesh into his mouth that keep him alive. No matter how much Izuru tries to retch it back up, to reject it… his body craves it. The satiation that floods through him after every bite disgusts him.

He’s truly a monster.

Gin is definitely amused by his predicament.

He’s so weak, he slips in and out of consciousness. Gin feeds him just enough to stay alive, but not enough to stay awake. There are images, memories that play in his mind. His subconscious cruelly reminding him of what he’d lost.

The first time you met.

(“Um, excuse me? Is this the Intro to Poetry class with Dr. Tosen?”

The two of you became class partners, sharing poetry with one another. Izuru fell in love with you from the words on the page you breathed life into. He could only hope that you felt the same, that his artistic sensitivity spoke to you.

He confessed to you with a haiku, comparing his love to a new spring day.

You were smart enough to realize that he was talking about you.)

The accident.

(Walking down the street in the dead of the night, Izuru had stayed late in the library to work on his dissertation. He’d made a breakthrough that he was excited to share with you once he got home. He didn’t see the car swerving towards him. The car clearly didn’t make out his figure in the dim streetlight.

The crash was instantaneous. The pain everywhere. Izuru’s head hit the pavement, his vision blacked out.

“Well, well, yer’ in pretty bad shape. I’d even say yer a dead man.”

The familiar voice of his advisor. He tried to open his eyes. Everything was a blur. Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw were Gin’s eyes. Open, for the first time. Black with red sclera.

Gin leaned down.

Pain tore into Izuru’s shoulder, ripped him anew.)

The day after.

When he awoke, all he felt was the burning pang of hunger.

It hasn’t stopped since.

—

“Izuru?”

A familiar voice. Smell.

A gentle nudge to his shoulder.

“Are you awake?”

Definitely familiar.

His hunger must truly be getting to him, if now he’s hallucinating about you.

“Izuru? Can you hear me?”

After all, why would you be in front of him? How would you know where he even is?

Nonetheless, a part of him wants to linger in this fantasy. One where you care enough to look for him. Where nothing bad happened. Where the two of you could still be together.

“Is he okay?”

A small furrow forms between his brows. Is someone else here? Who else would be in this fantasy–

A sharp blow to the back of his head, right above his neck. Izuru lurches forward, coughing.

“Yah, he’s fine. Just a lil’ slow is all. Lack of food, y’know? Too busy mopin’ ‘bout his own life.”

Ichimaru? Why would you and Ichimaru be in the same hallucination?

Then Izuru’s eyes snap open. Why would you and Ichimaru be in the same room? Only if you were dinner–

He swivels his head upwards, calling out your name in a panic. Only to meet your surprised face, inches from his, from where you’re kneeling in front of him.

“Ah–” The two of you stare at each other for a beat.

Izuru calls out your name, and that breaks the moment. He’s taken aback when you wrap your arms around him. Blinking several times, he realizes that no, this isn’t a dream. The thrum of your heart next to his ear, the soft give of your body. It’s all real.

He murmurs your name. His eyes slip shut as he returns your hug, slumping against you.

The illusion of normalcy. He may as well enjoy it while it lasts.

It takes a moment for him to realize you’re talking to him.

“...I was so worried you had died or–or something worse. Do you have any idea how stressful the past few weeks have been?” you ask, pushing back from him to give him a stern look.

Izuru’s mouth feels dry now for another reason.

“I… I’m sorry,” he says weakly.

“You better be sorry, Izuru. It’s one thing to find out that you’re a… you know, but then to go weeks without hearing from you? What the hell?”

“I…” His brow furrows. This is not at all the response he expected. “I didn’t… I thought it would be better if I had…”

“What? Disappeared?” You scrutinize him, before sighing. Reaching towards him to ruffle his hair. “Look, it’s not okay to just disappear when problems occur, Izu. Haven’t we talked about this before? It makes me worry…”

“I’m sorry,” Izuru says again, because at this point that’s all he thinks he can say. He’s sorry he’s a monster. He’s sorry he’s like this. He’s sorry that he’s showing such a pitiful display in front of you. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I didn’t know if you still wanted to… be around me. After… well…”

His gaze darts to your shoulder, which you’ve mostly covered up. A sliver of gauze peeks through, and his visage darkens. You catch his eye, shifting your shirt to better cover the wound.

“Well,” Gin says suddenly, clapping his hands. It startles you both; neither of you seem to have remembered your audience. “‘M glad yer here to get this moper outta here. Much as it was fun ta’ watch, he’s really been dampenin’ the mood all ‘round.”

Izuru jolts. “What? N-No, I can’t go back. I can’t!”

“Ya’ gotta learn how to live with humans, ya’ know? It helps ta’ stay full.” Gin gives him a sharp look.

Izuru stares at him, aghast. “What if something happens? If I… if I lose control again…” He glances towards you helplessly. “I don’t think I could live with myself,” he says lowly.

“If you get hungry,” you offer, hesitantly. “Momo left a few things you can eat. In the fridge. B-Back at my place.”

His stomach churns. He can’t imagine how awful it is for you to know what he subsists on. His diet. You must be disgusted with him. Surely.

“Well, ya’ two lovebirds, I’mma have to kick you out,” Gin interrupts. “Rangiku’s comin’ over in a few. I ain’t got all day. Kira, do yer best not to eat yer cute lil’ human this time~”

Before Izuru knows it, Ichimaru is slamming the door in both of your faces.

He worries his bottom lip with his teeth, hard enough that he can taste blood. His own. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.

“If… if you want, I can find another friend to stay with. Momo, maybe. I understand if you don’t feel safe around me–”

You cough meaningfully. He stops, shifting awkwardly in place.

You sigh. “Izuru… what part of ‘I’m not afraid of you’ do you not get?”

“Truthfully? All of it,” he says blandly. “I think you’re insane.” You jab him in the ribs, and he inhales sharply. “Ow. Okay, sorry. But really... why aren’t you afraid of me?” He rubs his side, a frown etched into his features. “I would be.”

“Well, I’m not.”

His look is disbelieving, and you elaborate. “I… I mean like, I kind of get it. If I was starving and had only like… almonds to eat, I would also probably chow down on the closest burger when presented before me.”

He looks horrified. You have to bite down on your lip to hold your laugh. “Sorry! That’s kind of how Momo described it to me.”

“You’re not a… burger. Or food.” He frowns. “I need to talk to Momo about her analogies…” he mutters dismally.

You laugh this time, and Izuru, despite the stress of the situation, relaxes slightly at the familiar sound. God, he’s missed it.

“I may have taken liberties with her explanation,” you admit. Your mirth trails off as you clear your throat. “So, are you finally going to believe me when I say I want to be around you still?”

Izuru surveys you cautiously. Not to determine his answer, but to gauge your reaction.

“No.”

“That’s… very characteristic of you. I guess you won’t believe me until we’re back home and I haven’t locked you out.”

He musters up a hint of a smile to give you.

As the two of you walk home, your hand nudges his. Once. Then twice. By the third time, Izuru grasps it.

He doesn’t understand it, but you still want him.

And for now, that’s all he needs to know.

—

Once the two of you are outside the door to your apartment, he tugs on your wrist.

“Look I… I can’t promise I won’t…” Izuru frowns, trying to find the words. The past few weeks have taken their toll on him mentally. “That it won’t happen again. I’m not… who you think I am. Not anymore.”

You tilt your head to the side. The action is so endearing that despite himself, Izuru reaches out, cupping your cheek with his thin fingers. He leans down, eyes dark, close enough until your noses brush against each other.

He wants to kiss you.

He wants so badly to taste you.

But a glance at your bandaged shoulder reminds him of what he needs to do first, and he pulls back, steeling himself.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I did something bad to you again. I don’t…” He inhales sharply. “I don’t deserve the second chance you’re giving me. But if something were to happen, please. Stop me. Do whatever it takes.”

“Don’t show me mercy, no matter what.”

You glance askew, seeming to ponder the weight of his words. While Izuru feels relief, it’s tinged with anxiety. Maybe he’s finally finally gotten through to you. Maybe you’re regretting the decision to seek him out.

But he’s giving you an out. A chance to turn him down.

You don’t have to doom yourself to a fate with him. He’ll understand if you’d rather break things off here and now. Despite how much something in his gut seems to churn at the very thought.

You can go back to your normal life, and pretend he never happened. And he can go back to trying to adjust to his new life, all while ignoring the pang in his chest whenever the thought of you crosses his mind....

“Ah!” you exclaim suddenly. Izuru looks at you curiously. “That must be why he gave me this... One second.” You rummage through your bag. “Your advisor--Ichimaru, is it?--handed this to me before we left.” You pull out the object. Izuru stares.

And stares.

It’s a muzzle.

A leather muzzle, with an intricate layout of straps and buckles. Certainly too big to fit a dog’s mouth. Perhaps meant to fit a human.

Izuru pales at the implication. “Ichimaru… gave this to you?”

“Yeah! He said he, uh...” Your voice lowers as you glance around conspiratorially. “He said he found it in a sex shop. He thought you might need it...”

Izuru suddenly feels ill. He’s certain he turns a shade of green. You catch sight of his expression and quickly clarify.

“Don’t worry! It should be unused.”

“That… that’s not the problem!” he whispers back furiously, glancing around before quickly unlocking your door. He ushers the two of you inside, hoping to the powers above that no has caught sight of or heard your indecency.

If one of your neighbors saw you brandishing a muzzle before him… and admitting it’s from a sex shop… he doesn’t think he would ever be able to live it down.

That damn Ichimaru.

—

He dons it.

Because he doesn’t trust himself, because he still can’t determine if he’s staring at you with hunger in the literal sense or hunger in the sense of wanting you close to him…. Izuru dons the muzzle.

It’s dehumanizing, but surprisingly not nearly as uncomfortable as he assumed it would be. The leather is thick, sturdily made. He can talk through it, but it’s muffled. He certainly can’t open his mouth at all to bite.

In some ways, it’s an ideal solution, he begrudgingly admits.

Before he puts it on, he does sneak some of the food Momo had left in the fridge for him, in an inconspicuous brown bag labeled with his name. He’s decided if he’s going to be around you, Ichimaru is right. He needs to make sure he’s not starving. You keep your gaze trained on the wall behind you as he eats. Izuru suggests you leave the room, not wanting you to see the ghastly sight of him, but you stay. He tries to eat quickly, discreetly.

He leaves the room only to brush his teeth, to rid himself of the taste of blood on his mouth. For your sake. In case... he flushes at the thought.

In case you feel like kissing him, at all.

The stress of the day seems to have gotten to you both, though, and you decide to retire early for the night. Izuru follows you to the bedroom, feeling weary from his own several weeks of psychological torment.

Which leads to his current predicament.

Izuru lies stiff next to you in bed. He’s turned to one side, his back to you.

You’re so warm, so soft. He can practically feel the thrum of your blood with his heightened senses.

Izuru turns towards you. You’re sleeping peacefully, your hand outstretched towards him. Your hair is in disarray, and as he watches, a bit of drool escapes your mouth.

He cracks a smile, brushing some of the hair from your face.

Izuru’s hand trails down to the shoulder he bit, and lightly skims the bandage covering your wound. Then, before he can stop himself, his hand strays even lower, until it’s hovering right above your heart. He’s never found the steady beat of your heart more comforting than he does now. It’s a sign that you’re alive. That his hunger hadn’t consumed him completely.

His eyes flutter shut as he presses his palm against your chest.

He realizes too late just what part of you he’s touching when his finger brushes against a nipple, hardened and poking through your shirt. He freezes, his hand stilling.

How long has it been since he’s felt your body against his–bared, nothing but skin against skin?

Images flash through his mind, and despite himself, Izuru’s body feels hot. His gaze trails back up to your injured shoulder, and the thought–awful as it is–occurs to him.

What if he gave you a matching bite on the other side?

Izuru shakes his head to rid himself of the thought. He shifts uncomfortably. Heat pools down to below his gut, where it simmers.

Of all the times to get an erection, certainly the worst was while trying not to devour your loved one.

Izuru signs through the muzzle, adjusting himself once more. He wills himself to think of the most painful things he can–his accident, Gin’s shopping escapades, that time Momo dropped a bowling ball on his foot.

Maybe it’s his proximity to you. Maybe it’s the inherent deviancy of needing restraints to not ravish you–in which way, he wasn’t sure.

But Izuru revisits the thought of biting you, one that disturbed him only a few moments ago. Yet now… it seems different. Rather than his literal desire for your flesh Izuru realizes the appeal of the idea of biting you can be sexual.

Marking you. Letting everyone know that you’re his. Leaving physical proof of his love on your flesh.

His.

His lover.

Offering themselves up to him.

Letting him back into their life, even knowing of his monstrous nature.

Allowing him to feast on them, both literally and carnally.

Izuru inhales sharply. He flexes his thighs, pressing his hips against the band of his boxers. He’s so turned on, it’s starting to hurt. He briefly considers taking care of himself in the bathroom, in privacy. Where he can’t disturb you.

You’re so tired. He’s already inconvenienced you this far. He can’t bother you with something as trivial as this.

Izuru tries his best to escape the bed quietly, but it creaks under his weight. You’ve never been a light sleeper, but suddenly you’re awake, your voice cutting through the fog of his desire.

“Izuru? You okay?”

“Mmf.” He tries to say yes, but it’s muffled through the muzzle. It’s too late. You’re already turning on the lights. You give him a once-over, and Izuru’s whole body flushes once your eyes are drawn to his groin. He glances down, and his worst fears are realized. A wet patch stains the front of his boxers. Mortification washes through him.

“Oh. Um…”

He shakes his head furiously, grabbing a pillow to hide his shame. This isn’t what it looks like! He isn’t some pervert that gets off to being bound! But his own body betrays him.

“I didn’t know these kinds of things turned you on, Izuru,” you finally say.

He wants to die of embarrassment. Is it too late to go back to Gin’s place?

Scratch that. Ichimaru was the one who bought this damn muzzle in the first place.

“It’s… it’s okay. It’s been awhile since we’ve done anything. Plus with what’s happened lately… it makes sense that you’re… you know. Pent-up?”

Nope, nope it doesn’t. Izuru doesn’t want to discuss his bodily functions right now. Not when he’s still stiff, not when he was about to take care of it himself, without burdening you.

He jerks his head towards the bathroom door, resolutely refusing to glance at you.

But you reach out, before pausing. Your hand brushes his wrist holding the pillow to himself. You tilt your head. “Can I help?”

Izuru stares at you, uncomprehending.

“Like… I mean. I wouldn’t mind helping you out there,” you say, your gaze darting to the pillow before back up at him. Seeking permission.

Izuru weighs his options.

Is it more pitiful to bother you with his bodily needs? Or to be jerking off in the bathroom alone after declining his lover’s offer to help?

He can’t decide. But eventually he nods.

After you stare at him expectantly for several seconds, he realizes that he needs to uncover himself. Right.

He drops the pillow uncertainly, and to your credit, you don’t look down. His hands fumble with the sides his boxers, before tugging them down. He doesn’t know why—you two have definitely seen each other naked before, a few times, in fact—but something about this feels like new territory.

He finally yanks them down completely. His cock springs up, a trail of precome sticking to his underwear. He grimaces, but your eyes seem drawn to the sight. Izuru shuffles towards the bed, nearly tripping over his boxers. He stumbles, face turning red beneath the mask as he kicks them off the rest of the way. Unsure of how to position himself, he settles for half-kneeling on the bed with one leg, standing with the other.

Your hand on his cock is sudden, and nearly has him toppling over. It’s been so long, and your hand is so soft, your grip so sure. Izuru hisses through the muzzle, bucking his hips into your touch. You stroke him, tugging his foreskin over the weeping head of his cock, and Izuru’s eyes near roll into the back of his head.

As you pump him, he realizes belatedly that the soft, keening sounds are coming from him, which he soon silences.

“Aw~ I liked hearing you,” you tease. He flushes.

Your mouth lapping at the tip of his cock nearly has him cumming right then and there. As it is, his balls clench, and he doubles over, grasping your hand.

“Hm?” you ask. He shakes his head rapidly. “Oh, close?”

He nods.

“Want me to stop?”

“Mnn,” he says. Yes. He doesn’t want to finish so soon when it’s your first time together in awhile. He tugs at the strap of your shirt, and you get the hint. After you discard the shirt, he gestures at your panties.

“Wanna be inside?”

He nods tersely, his eyes trained keenly on the sight of your pussy being revealed to him. Your folds glisten as you remove your panties, strings of your arousal sticking to the fabric. Even through the leather muzzle, he can smell you, needy and wet for him. It makes his cock throb.

Izuru wastes little time in mounting you, his hands digging into the bedsheets as he positions himself over you. He thrusts, and your combined juices make him glide right past your entrance. He huffs in annoyance, and your hand comes down to grasp his length. Carefully you guide him into you, the both of you inhaling sharply once he thrusts all the way, until his hips meet yours.

This time Izuru’s eyes do roll to the back of his head. Fuck. Has he felt anything more divine? He’d write odes to how good you feel around him.

Izuru thrusts slowly, dragging his cock along your entrance before sinking back in. He’s breathing harshly through his mask. Your walls clench tight around him, drawing him in, refusing to let go.

He’d be a fool if he did.

His cock rubs against a certain spot inside you, and you clench around him particularly tight. He grunts, pleasure building in his balls. Fuck, he’s close.

His hands grip your sheets tightly, balling them into fists.

Not mindful of his newfound strength from feeding so recently.

Riiiip.

Fabric tears beneath you.

The both of you still at the sound. Izuru releases his fists, and torn shreds of your bedsheets flutter onto the bed.

Your jaw drops.

He looks mortified. He slips out of you.

You turn around to survey the damage. While your bedsheet is mostly intact, there are two giant, jagged tears ripped across it.

“Did you…”

Izuru hangs his head. He is truly a beast now.

“Hey, i-it’s okay! Um, he said this also might happen... Can you pass me my bag?” Izuru reaches down to grab it, handing it to you. You rummage through it. “It’s a good thing your advisor also gave me these,” you say, before pulling out a pair of--a pair of--

Izuru stares blankly at the item in your hand.

First the muzzle. Now handcuffs.

Steel handcuffs.

Surely, Ichimaru knew these wouldn’t be used for innocent reasons only. The fact that he knows about his sex life--knows enough that he figured Izuru would lose control and would need these things--makes him want to perish.

His cock flags a bit, truthfully.

You notice Izuru’s despair, and shrug, attempting to brighten the mood.

“I mean, if it comes in handy...”

Dully, he reaches his hands out to you, allows you to cuff him. He’ll try his best to will the thought of Ichimaru out of the bedroom. Even if the thought of his advisor knowing the intimate details of his sex life threatens to ruin the mood.

Izuru shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts. Once he’s bound, you have him lie on his back. Ah. It is harder for him to be on top now, he supposes.

“Everything good?”

He nods stiffly, still not quite over his mortification. You seem to realize that you’ll have to get him back into the mood, and you settle between his legs, spreading his thighs apart.

“Relax, Izu. Keep your focus on me, okay?”

Your mouth descends on him again. He attempts to do as you instruct, but finds it difficult. With how skilled you are--lapping at the tip of his cock, hands pumping him at the base, stroking him to full hardness again--he finds pressure building once again at the base of his cock. He adjusts his hips, accidentally thrusting deeper into your throat. His toes curl into the now-ruined bedsheets as you choke.

He’s frantically offering muffled apologies through the muzzle, but you wave them off, wiping spit from your chin. You straddle his hips, sliding your slick against his cock. He struggles against the handcuffs, wanting desperately to guide himself back into you.

Izuru leans his head back once he finally feels your wet, hot pussy engulf his stiff cock, the muscles in his neck straining.

He shudders, jerking his hips up into you. Your hands find purchase on his thighs as you push yourself up, before dropping yourself onto his cock. Grinding your hips against his, you lean down. He lifts his cuffed hands up, and you slip under them, burying your face into his neck. Izuru can’t kiss you, but he nudges his muzzle against your head, dropping his hands to hold you to him.

He rolls his hips against yours, inching in deeper. Your mewls and soft moans are ambrosia he would gladly get drunk on.

“Oh god, Izu… you feel so good.”

Is he making you feel good? He bets he could make you feel better. He digs his heels into the bed, flexing his hips, his cock aiming for that spot inside you that has you moaning loud, clenching tight around him. “Fuck!” you exclaim.

You hump him, working yourself towards your own orgasm. Izuru’s eyes flutter shut, his brow tensing. He’s breathing hard again. His hands flex against the cuffs, wanting desperately to remove them; his teeth dig into the muzzle, wishing it was off.There are so many things he wants to do to you that he can’t.

Grasp your hips, make you ride him harder. Cup your face, kiss you deeply, whisper praises of how beautiful you look above him. Wrap you in his arms, and thrust into you, deeply enough that your bodies meld together.

But there’s time for that. Practice. Patience. He yearns for the day he can be with you, like this, without these kinds of barriers.

For now though, he’ll try to make the most of them.

You’re gasping and moaning his name, and you press your lips to his forehead, the one part of his face that you can access. The muzzle digs uncomfortably into your neck, but Izuru keeps you to him, his hips moving more fervently now. They’re bucking up into you, aiming with deadly precision at the spot that has you spiraling.

When you cum, it’s with a stuttering cry of his name.

“Izuru! Fuck. I love you.”

“Mmph!” Your pussy clenches hard around him, and Izuru loses it. His vision goes white from the intensity of his orgasm. He thrusts into you as deeply as he can. Spilling himself into you in spurts, until you’re overflowing with him, until it’s dribbling out and back onto him in milky trails.

Tiredly, he clutches you to him. He’s more exhausted now than he’s been in the past two weeks. The cuffs dig into his wrists, and he has to adjust them.

You shift until your face is level with his. Izuru flinches as the movement causes his softening cock to slip out from inside you.

Your fingers card through his sweaty locks, brushing the hair from his face.

“I do love you,” you tell him earnestly. “Human or not.”

Izuru tries to draw you closer to him. You notice the awkward movements from his cuffed hands, and unlock them. Now freed, he holds you to him closely, his chin resting on your head.

You don’t need to hear him to tell what he’s thinking.

I feel the same.

#izuru kira x reader #bleach x reader #izuru kira imagine #izuru smut #tati writes #oopsies #btw these are definitely like tokyo ghoul ghouls #bleach thots #bleach smut #NOT SFW #tw: ghouls #tw: sucidal ideation #tw: blood #tw: starvation #tw: vomit #wow I have so many trigger warnings sahofludhsof oopses

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Heyy! I love your work and I wanted to request izuru kira from bleach hurt/comfort 💦❌️ cause it's a drought with the emo boy kira community.

Hey doll! :) I’m sorry this took so long I hope you’re still here but yes absolutely you got it! We love emo baby boy Kira around these parts 💖 I turned on my emo playlist just to set the mood for this 😭 Kira is a Mayday Parade fan all the way you can’t change my mind.

🌸Melancholy Boy🌸

NSFW!💦MDI!⚠️ANGST!❌

-Summary: After the betrayal of Aizen, with Gin and Tosen in tow life has been very stressful for the rest of us in the Gotei 13. Izuru, your boyfriend of 3 years has recently taken charge of his division. With so much more responsibility falling on his shoulders his attention towards you, and your relationship has been thrown to the side, treated like an option. At first you understood but it’s been 1 month since the attack and he can barely look in your direction, let alone hold an open conversation with you. It’s left you feeling empty and alone, not knowing how to talk to him about it, is making it difficult for a resolution to come about. Will your relationship come back together or fall to the wayside? How can it be fixed?

Word count: A LOT sorry not sorry this request got the better of me emo boys are my weakness 😭

-Warnings: Mentions of mental health/symptoms of MH (depression, anxiety), deep emotions, acknowledgment, healthy relationships, strong language, and dirty writing. Penetration!vaginal s3x. Praise k!nk, Overstimulation. Master!Sir!Daddy! k!nk. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ NSFW.

-Authors notes: woo! this was a doozy, I didn’t mean for this to be so long but I’m happy it turned out the way it did, I purposely didn’t write much about body shape (weight, height, eye/skin color etc. leaving just (c) for color for those things just for readers so y’all could insert your own body.) we’re here for smut after all 🤷🏽‍♀️ let me know if you liked this or not, reposts and likes go a long way 💖 I hope you enjoyed it otherwise! Thank you for the requests in advance :)

🌸The clouded morning sun, peaks through the sheer white curtains of your bedroom window, illuminating the dark room a pale grey. Outside, it rains softly, the drops gently pattering on the rooftop and falling down the glass window pane. It's been heavy and gloomy around the Seireitei the last few weeks following the attack of Aizen, and his group of traitors. No one saw it coming, we were taken by complete surprise and since then it seems that the clouds have yet to disperse. Y/N yawns and stretches along her side of the bed and with her left hand, feeling around the opposite side of the soft top sheet, only to find a cold empty spot next to her. “What time is it?..” she says quietly to herself as she rolls over to the alarm clock on Izuru's side, 10:39 AM the digital clock reads. “He must’ve left pretty early this morning.” she mentions sadly.

After waking and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, y/n wandered into her usual morning routine of brushing her hair, and teeth, as she decided to put on more clothing than just one of Izurus T-shirts and her black flower lace panties, choosing to just throw on her grey, comfy cotton shorts under the shirt, and some cute fuzzy pink socks as she headed downstairs into the kitchen to find something to munch on. “What to do with so much time off, when normally you're so busy?..” she questions as she ruffles through the cupboards for a granola bar and a bowl of cereal. With everything that’s happened in The Soul Society, it felt almost selfish that she requested time off for her well-being. The familiar sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter catching her attention, the phone screen lighting up to a sweet picture of you and Izuru. A simpler time, it seems now. Izuru’s arm hooked around your neck, both of you smiling big underneath one of your favorite sakura trees in all of the Seireitei. It’s been your background for months and it still manages to make you smile, every time your phone lights up.

Two unread messages from: Babe❤️ read the brightly lit screen. ‘Hm Izuru.. usually he’s too busy to message me during his shifts. I hope everything is ok.’ y/n ponders as she swipes open her phone to read the two messages.

11:09 AM

🌸 “When you wake up, could you throw my laundry in the dryer for me?”

11:11 AM

🌸 “I'll be home early tonight, can you have the house clean, and dinner ready.”

‘Who does he think he's talking to??… first of all I’m on vacation? Or so I thought. Secondly, not even a good morning? A “hey how are you? Sorry, I left you home alone all last night and all morning.”... Not even a please or a thank you?..’ y/n scoffs taking a deep breath already feeling the frustration mounting, because this has been a usual thing for Kira lately. ‘He asks me to do chores around the house and asks me to run errands for him all the time, yet never does it for me, let alone thanks me for the things that I do..’ her brain couldn’t stop thinking now. It hasn’t exactly been stress and tension free between you and Izuru the last few weeks, with his added stress of taking on the duties of both Lieutenant and Captain of Squad 3 and trying to keep his squad under control, you understood why he would be grumpier than usual, tense, and tired and you've been trying to put in extra effort to keep your relationship above water. But it seems as time goes on, Izuru is falling behind you. He hasn't been the same, since Gin left. He treats you differently now, It's becoming tiring trying to figure him out. ‘What am I going to do..’ y/n sighs deeply, the weight on her shoulders returning heavier than before. She bothers not to text him back and places her phone face down on the counter. With her face in her hands, the morning has now shifted down a dark road y/n had tried desperately to stay out of, ‘I’m exhausted too Izuru.. It would be nice if you could also see that I'm struggling... Hurting. Just as much as you are.’ She shakes her head, and runs her delicate fingers through her soft (c) hair.

The Soul Society, your relationship, your home everything seems to be so out of balance now. You can’t help but feel anger and resentment towards those back stabbing cowards. Life was good before all of this easy, and routinely. Your relationship with Izuru was in such a good place, you had so many plans, you were happy. Because of this betrayal everything is changing, The Seireitei has become a much more serious place now, with everyone on edge.

With a full belly, fresh coffee brewed and made exactly how Y/N likes it, it was best for her to take the rest of the morning to relax and find something to entertain herself. ‘Chores’ needed to wait. It seems that’s all she does now, even when she’s on duty patrolling with her own squad someone is always sending y/n to do the most tedious stuff, or even when she’s on a mission in the world of the living, so many things to do… and never enough time to do it all it seems. Taking her warm coffee mug, and her phone into the cozy living space you and Izuru set up together. She curls up on the couch with her favorite blanket and a few couch pillows and sipped her morning coffee while she flipped through shows and streaming services, before finally settling on lighting some incense, turning on and listening to her favorite playlist, and reading a book instead. With the rain still falling gently outside the soft droplets making a ‘tap, tap tap, tap’ on the living room windows, hours had gone by, y/n fully losing and immersing herself in her dark, fictional world through the crisp pages, while the haunting lyrics of Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun danced around the fragrant, dimly lit room.

4:45 PM

Y/Ns phone buzzes once more. Another message from Izuru. “What does he want now?..” she remarks quietly and quickly snaps out of her book and back into reality as she sees her phone light up with one unopened message from: Babe❤️ on the screen.

🌸 “ Hey, I’m gonna be home at 5 tonight. I hope you’ve had a good day today.”

Taken by complete surprise that Izuru finally, and actually acknowledged her this time around, y/n unlocks her phone and replies:

🌸 “okay, see you then.”

🌸 “I Love you.”

Y/N places her phone back down on the couch, not responding further and gets up to lightly pick up and organize the house, and throws Izuru’s clothes into the dryer for him. Opting out of making dinner, and calling for take out instead. She climbs back into her spot stretched out on the couch and throws on a show to kill off the last minutes of Izuru’s disappearance. You’ve missed him all day, you admit to yourself. Wishing and hoping that he’s in a good enough mood to spend some time together tonight. Sighing and hugging a pillow you sink into your couch and drown out anymore of those pestering thoughts with a ridiculous anime on the living room TV.

5:15 PM

The front doorknob wiggles and clanks with the sound of Izuru’s house keys working the lock to get into the house. Y/N sits up from her nest on the couch and looks to the door as Izuru comes in, back facing you, sighing softly as he sets his zanpakto next to yours, and his other gear next to the front door. He sheds his shihakusho right there leaving him shirtless, his hakama loosely held in place by his belt. “Hey..” you say softly “how was your day..?” Izuru comes around the couch and plops down heavily on the cushion next to you, he smelled of fresh rain, fire smoke, sweat, and a hint of his usual warm vanilla musk cologne, such a interesting and heady combination that fills your nostrils, you can’t help but breathe in deeply a few times savoring his scent.

While rubbing the back of his neck and stretching out his legs, his feet in front of him, “It was alright…” he responded dryly, not saying much else about it, he relaxes into the couch with his head laying on the back cushion, eyes closed. “Is dinner ready? I’m starving.” He remarks to you. “I ordered take out, cooking just sounded like to much work tonight.. it should be here soon.” Izuru looks at you with hooded and tired blue eyes, the bags underneath them visible even in the dim living room light. Izuru places his warm rough hand on your thigh and gives it a loving squeeze, you can feel how thick his callouses have become as his hand laid upon your soft skin, thumb stroking comforting lines back and forth, Izuru lays his head back onto the couch cushion and breathes quietly and steadily. The weather outside, was growing more intense as the night progressed. Dark clouds swirled over the house, as a storm was approaching for the night.

The silence was deafening, all that you could hear was the soft noise from the TV, Izuru’s breathing, and your loud thumping heartbeat in your ears. It has never been this hard for you and Izuru to relate to each other, the tension y/n felt in the room was suffocating and almost unbearable, after all he was your best friend, and it was so hard to see him so beaten down, quiet, and distant. Your eyes gazed, studying Izuru’s form. He’s gotten a lot stronger, leaner, his abs even in a relaxed state we’re chiseled and defined, rising slowly with each inhale and exhale. His collarbones were peaking out shyly under his neck, his forearms have grown in size, the veins bulging out at his wrist and up to his elbow. The harsh training was paying off, despite him coming home exhausted and drained every night… ‘mmmph… wow, he looks so fucking yummy. Maybe he’ll want to…’ you think impulsively, reactively almost, sending shockwaves down your spine into the depths of your belly, giving you goosebumps down your neck. It has been awhile since you’ve got to feel.. all of Izuru. Biting your lower lip as your eyes wandered lower to his soft light blonde happy trail from his belly button to his belt, you gently place your hand over his and give it a gentle squeeze, shooing away those shivers, and incredible memories of sex with Izuru away from your brain.

5:40 PM

There was a ring of the doorbell and a gentle knock at the front door, signifying that take out had finally arrived. “I’ll get it..” Izuru says as he releases your hand and gets up from his seat, gently patting your head as he heads to the front door. He pays for the food and tips the delivery driver and takes the food to the coffee table before heading to the kitchen for plates, silverware, and two cold beers for you and him.

You guys ate in silence together, focusing on eating rather than socializing and watching TV. Once finished Izuru takes your plates, and empty beer bottles to the kitchen. Y/N cleans up whatever leftovers there were, and brings them to the fridge to put them away. In the kitchen, you see Izuru washing the 3 day dish pile up in the sink, feeling kind of bad that you had all day to do them but didn’t. Usually you guys tackled all the chores together, and the house was always spotless. Over the last few weeks, the mess slowly started to accumulate as your schedules got busier and you and Izuru spent less and less time at home. Y/N slinks up behind Izuru and wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his skin softly over and over, laying her warm cheek on his strong back. “Thank you for doing the dishes.” Y/N says appreciatively, “It’s my home too, I’m almost finished here.” He says placing the last few dishes in the dish rack to dry “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Izuru says coldly as he drys his hands and walks out of the kitchen, not saying anything else leaving y/n standing there alone under the iridescent light. ‘..Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you’ y/ns mind sinks in the mud, as she walks to the couch heart feeling heavier than ever, after the exchange.

6:49PM

Standing in front of the steam covered mirror, towel wrapped neatly around his hips, Izuru leans over the sink, wet hair dripping on the counter and into the sink as he takes a deep breath of the humid air and breathes out slowly. ‘I have yet another busy and early day tomorrow..‘ Izuru’s mind has been so clogged, with all the events over the last few weeks he can barely think straight most of the time. Burned out and detached was all he could really feel as he tried searching his mind for a semblance of calm. Izuru sighs deeply and closes his eyes as memories of Gin, and that day replay in his mind like it happened yesterday, making his head ache. He wipes away the steam from the mirror and finishes his nightly ritual with haste. Leaving the upstairs bathroom, steam rolling out behind him as he walks to your shared bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind him to dress. He hears a faint sniffling coming from the living room that he soon drowns out, believing it’s just the show on the TV playing. He dries off and throws on black boxer briefs and green plaid pajama pants and walks downstairs to the living room, squeezing out the water in his hair with his towel on the way.

6:55 PM

Upon arrival, he notices the TV is off and y/n is sitting on the couch wiping her eyes and nose with his shirt, shuddering breaths as she tries to self soothe. “Hey, whats the matter?” Izuru says worriedly and approaches y/n from behind placing his towel over the back of the couch and crouching down in front of her. “… nothing.” Y/N says, biting her tongue and choosing to be silent in order not to put any more problems on Izuru’s shoulders. “Well that’s a lie. Your eyes are red and puffy and you’re sniffling. I’m not stupid you know?…” “C’mon, you can tell me.” Izuru coos as he cups y/n face gently and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. Y/N whimpers softly as tears well up in her big (c) eyes and spill over, rolling down her cheeks once more, the dam in her heart breaking down completely as she sobbed hard into Izuru’s hands. “I m-miss y-yo-you. S-s-so much..” she choked out in between sobs and sniffles. “You’re always gone now and I’m always alone, you didn’t come home till late last night and you were gone this morning and I’m always doin stuff with never enough time, a-a-and, and, and..” she rambled on, not evening knowing what to say through all the pain she felt in her throat and chest. “Woah.. hey, y/n.. it’s alright don’t cry.” Izuru said in attempts to calm you down, wiping your tears away and brushing your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “Use your words, it’s okay y/n.” He reassures you in a gentle tone.

Taking a deep but broken breath, y/n closes her eyes and takes his hands off her face. “.. things just have not been the same babe, I feel like I’m the only one who wants this relationship anymore… I do everything I can and… I still feel less than, like I don’t matter.” Y/N says quietly, avoiding his gaze. Thunder outside booms, as the rain started to fall heavy this time. The wind blew hard against the house making it creak in rebellion. “Today.. or everyday really, feels like so much. I just don’t know how to keep going anymore.. I want you home again. I just want things to go back to normal.” Y/N says sadly, looking down. Izuru looking very concerned as he takes a seat close to you and wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest. “Oh babe…” “I’m sorry..” Izuru responds, sounding defeated “I’m sorry y/n, really I am. I’ve been so lost in myself and my duties I didn’t even see… or begin to realize how badly you were suffering through all this.” He acknowledges and squeezes you hard, making you cry some more into his chest. Izuru lays his head on top of yours and rubs your arms, as he felt you cry into him. Breathing in his clean manly scent slowly but surely calmed you down, the sobs turning into sniffles and eventually silence as you relaxed deeply into Izuru’s chest, hearing his heart beat steadily.

After sitting like this awhile, the rain continuing to fall outside. Y/N breaks free from his arms, “We’re gonna be okay? Right?” Y/N whispers, looking directly into Izuru’s deep blue eyes “We’re gonna be okay baby, don’t worry about a thing. I love you so much, more then you realize, I’m sorry I haven’t been expressing that to you like you deserve lately.” “I’ll do better, I promise you.” Izuru leans in and kisses you hard, lips locking in place as he places his hand on your neck deepening the kiss, a soft moan escapes your mouth that is easily dissolved by Izuru and the sudden passion that was taking over the energy between the two of you. Suddenly the room started to feel hot, your body temperature rising as those earlier thoughts of Izuru’s strong hands caressing your body, and his body weight pushing his hard cock into your tight slippery hole flood back into your mind, instinctively your hands cup his face as you let your tongue slip into Izuru’s mouth, accepting you willingly he groans as your tongues play together, twisting around each other, saliva mixing as wet kissing noises started to fill the quiet living room.

Izuru’s hands glide down from your neck to your waist as he pulls you on to his lap so you’re straddling his thighs, pushing you into his groin as you feel his cock stir awake underneath your butt. Y/N leans onto his chest, her breast perching on his muscled chest and kisses Izuru deeply, biting at his lower lip and tugging it gently before releasing it and looking at Izuru’s red blushed face “I love you Izuru, so much.” She says before grabbing his face and pulling him back into a sloppy make out session. Grinding her hips against Izuru’s thighs, encouraging his dick to get harder in his boxers to make a tent big enough to grind her throbbing wet slit against. Y/N moans into Izuru’s mouth as she feels his cock twitch hard against her core. “I’ve missed you.. I miss this..” y/n says breathlessly “Miss what?” Izuru says before grabbing y/n wrists with his hands and pushes her into the couch cushions laying over top of her, keeping her wrists in place, pinning her hips against his uncomfortably hard cock. Y/N whimpers underneath him, biting her lip and looking up at Izuru’s smoldering expression, “I can’t hear you kitten.” Izuru says in a serious tone, all aspects of playfulness disappearing. “I.. I miss sirs big cock inside..” she says shyly, “inside where?” Izuru demands, grinding his hips against your aching core grunting as the fabric between you and him gives zero to no relief to his throbbing cock but enough friction that he keeps grinding his hips, heavy precum dripping from his head making his boxers a mess. He’s missed you just as much as you him, he’s come to realize as pleasure rips through his body thinking about sinking his fingers inside your dripping wet core. “Inside.. my greedy pussy sir.” Y/N says innocently as she tries to hide her face in her arm, embarrassed and blushed pink.

Izuru grabs your chin with his free hand and turns your face towards his, forcing you to look up at him. He places his thumb over your soft lips pushing gently wanting you to take it in your mouth. Y/N parts her lips and takes his thumb in her warm wet mouth and sucks softly, causing Izuru to groan his knees almost buckling at the sight “you’re so goddamn sexy, baby.” he says biting his lip as he looks down at how cute you look going into your sub space for him so quickly. ‘God look at you.. your eyes are still red and puffy… but they’re sparkling so preciously at me.. her soft pink lips swollen from our intense kisses. Fuck she’s so gorgeous, how can I be so stupid?… this woman is gonna be the death of me, and I’m okay with that.’ Izuru notes in his brain, as he releases your wrists, pulls his thumb out of your mouth and moves his hands to the hem of your (his) shirt, undressing you quickly exposing your breasts and nipples to the cold living room air. Your nipples perk up immediately as the cold air wraps around your upper body, Izuru then fumbles around with the cute little bow you tied in your shorts strings to remove your shorts, his eyes eating you up and drinking you in like you were his salvation, his rapture. His eyes gazed down your body, mesmerized completely until he saw your panties. “Isn’t this the pair I got for you on our first anniversary?” He questioned raising his eyebrow at you as he lightly traced the little flowers with his fingers and over your dripping cunt. Putting pressure over your clit through the fabric, as he waited for you to answer. Y/N yelps cutely as his expert fingers gently toy with her pussy through the fabric, her hands resting on her tummy “yes sir… they’re my favorite pair.” She replies and smiles up at Izuru. “You’ve always looked so cute in them.” He mentions sweetly, and he beams back at you. “I’m trying to get inside them though..” he says darkly, smile vanishing as he pulls them down the length of your thighs, over your calves with no remorse.

Completely naked now, and feeling a little exposed y/n giggles as she watches Izuru fumble out of his own clothing, piling them on the floor with everything else. His hard cock finally free and out in the open, ‘when was the last time I’ve seen him completely naked?..hmm he really is a god amongst men. I’m so fucking lucky.’ y/n thinks distractedly, eating Izuru alive with her eyes. Looking him up and down in all his glory, his strong body now fully exposed to her, blushing deeply as her eyes can’t stop glancing at his perfect cock. Slightly curved upwards, deep pink head with pre coating his slit, naturally ribbed with veins running down his shaft and up his V line. ‘Trimmed too?.. fuck. So you thought about it too then huh?’ Y/n noted as she looked up his body, eyes resting on his perfect ass and muscular back.

Finished undressing, Izuru climbs back onto the cramped couch with you, ringing his arms around your thighs pulling you harshly down so his face was level with your pussy. The sudden movement makes y/n gasp in surprise, rocking her back into the present moment from her dreamy headspace. “I wanna show you just how much I love you tonight.. I’ve missed you so much baby.” He coos softly up at you. The scene you were presented with… Izuru’s beautiful face looking up at you from between your soft plush thighs was tantalizing enough, you bite your lip and thread your hands and fingers through his hair pushing it out and away from his face, so he could get to work. Without breaking eye contact, Izuru unwraps one arm and uses his fingers to spread your wet folds apart, the other arm flexing and jerking your leg open to keep it in place. He breathes you in deeply and kisses both your inner thighs repeatedly, then each lip, before he takes your whole slit into his mouth sucking and licking every last bit of your pussy. His tongue digging into your hole as he begins to eat you out. Izuru sucks and gently tugs on your clit with his lips, your juices dripping down his mouth and onto the couch, ‘god she tastes so heavenly…’ Izuru moans appreciatively at your flavor. Sweet, with a little tanginess bringing him forward into complete bliss, Izuru closes his eyes and savors every last drop of you, sucking and licking you up like a melting popsicle. Y/N moans out loud and pushes Izuru’s face deeper into her core grinding her hips against his face and fervent mouth. “Unnnghh.. that’s so fucking good daddy don’t st-st-stop.” Y/N says unashamedly as she tugs at his soft blonde hair hard causing Izuru to groan against her swollen lips, the vibrations being sent directly to her belly and hips as she felt that familiar warm sensation creeping up her legs. “You’re gonna make me fucking c-cum, fuck!” Y/N moans wildly and throws her head back as her orgasm grows closer to snapping at any moment, with the continued movements of Izuru’s swirling wet tongue.

Taking the fingers he was using to spread your labia, he slides the two fingers inside your dripping pussy, while he moves them at a steady pace and puts the exact right amount of pressure on your spongey gspot, with that he could feel the exact moment your orgasm ripped through your whole body. “Oh my GOD!! IZURUUUU YES!” Y/N screams and cums so hard she squirts all over Izuru’s mouth and chest, desperately trying to escape his arms to no avail. The couch now completely soaked in y/n’s juices, with his fingers still inside he continues to play with your spot pushing up and towards him faster and faster while he speeds up the movement of his tongue, flicking over your sensitive and throbbing clit. Overstimulating y/n was one of Izuru’s favorite pastimes, the way she squirms and begs for him to stop his assault on her clit, turns him on so much he unknowingly started to grind his cock into the couch for even just a little relief. Izuru looks up at you with your pussy still in his mouth and finger fucks you until your 2nd orgasm starts to slowly rewind in your belly. Y/N releases Izuru’s hair after cumming and lays back panting hard, legs shaking and body still involuntarily jerking because of Izuru still toying and playing with your slit. “Baby pleaseeee..” y/n begs longingly “I need you inside me now, sir.” “Getting demanding now are we babe?” Izuru quirks playfully, releasing you from his hold because he too was getting eager now, he admitted to himself.

After finishing his (2nd) meal, Izuru sits up on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back his hand. His cock is red and swollen now from the lack of stimulation. Trying to sit up to return the favor y/n is suddenly pushed back into position against the couch by Izuru, he places himself in between your legs, his big hands ride up the back of your thighs as he pushes your knees up to your shoulders putting you in a fetal like position. Izuru grabs the base of his hard cock and pushes his head into your throughly eaten hole, but just the head. “You just lay down and look real pretty while I drill this tight little pussy just the way you like it babe..” he says cooly. Inch by Inch he slowly sinks himself into your depths, impossible to hold his moans back, and feeling how wet you are for him “f-ffuuuuckkk baby… you’re so sweet and tight for me.” Izuru’s shutters, his face softening as he praises you and bottoms out, his full balls resting on your ass. Y/N gasps at the sheer girth of him, Izuru’s cock fits so perfectly inside of you like it was made just for you, each rib of his cock filling and rubbing your walls so good. Izuru stretches your legs out so they’re resting on his shoulders, he leans forward so your pinned underneath his body. His cock going impossibly deeper into you, causing breathy moans to break from your lips. “Ohhh.. Izuru baby, you feel so goooood..” y/n says feeling all of him inside her now, “I haven’t even started yet love.” He chuckles and smiles down at you, before he pulls out and slams back into your pussy, hard. Y/N yelps out, loudly this time and covers her mouth with her hand, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden movement. “Don’t do that..” Izuru huffs as he removes your hand from your mouth, “let me here you scream for daddy.” He says as he really starts to move, his cock ramming into you over and over, relentlessly. Izuru throws his head back and groans loudly as he finds a comfortable rhythm to fuck you too. “God your pussy is so fucking perfect… I miss feeling all of you baby..” he says to you in a forced but hushed tone, trying hard not to cum so soon. “I want to be in you forever.” Izuru claims and pushes your legs to his waist so he can get as close to you as he can, his face instinctively going to the crook of your neck breathing you in. His left hand coming up to cup your soft boob, rubbing and playing with your sensitive nipple while he moved his hips at a slower pace, in hopes this would help him last. His orgasm approaching quicker than he’d like.

The storm was still raging on outside, thunder rolling and lightning flashing through the small slit in the living room curtains. The rain weltering against the windows hard. The scary weather outside was not gonna stop either of you from your current festivities. Y/N wraps her legs around Izuru’s hips as he fills her up, his balls slapping noisily against her butt. So much passion filled the space around and between you and him, no thoughts were processed and no words were spoken just gasps and moans filled the room. He felt so good inside of you. With his warm, heavy body laying against yours. His long slender fingers toying with your sensitive nipple and his breath ragged against your ear, moaning at the feeling of your slick, and creamy pussy sucking him in hungrily. Izuru’s head had begun to spin, as his balls tightened up signaling he was about to cum. Y/Ns soft hands roamed Izuru’s strong back feeling his muscles rippling underneath her palms before settling on his chiseled shoulders. “I don’t.. don’t think I’m gonna last.. much longer. Gonna fucking c-cum.” Izuru pants against you. His cock started to twitch inside, pushing up against your sensitive spot causing y/n to cry out loudly, tears pricking the edge of her eyes. Hearing him speak such things to you tonight was sending you completely over the edge, but that.. what he just said that was the last puzzle piece you needed that sent you straight into your next orgasm. Y/N cry’s loudly as her 2nd orgasm takes over her body like a freight train. Cumming harder the second time than the first, gushing even more all over Izuru’s cock and body. The squeezing and pulsing around his cock did Izuru in, his face contorting with pure bliss, he moans loudly before pulling out and shooting his warm load all of your stomach and breasts, grunting with each shot and thrusting his cock in his fist as he held on through his orgasm, the strong waves rolling through his entire body, leaving him shuttering and shaking. Completely spent now, his cock going soft as he sat there panting and sweaty. Izuru looks down at you, a complete mess covered in your mixed fluids, fucked dumb, panting, and shiny with sweat just like him. He smiles at you with blushed cheeks “you looks so beautiful baby..” he states as he climbs from the now bodily fluid soaked couch giving you room to sit up and recompose yourself. “Let me go and run us a shower babe, wait here.” He says before disappearing upstairs to restart the shower he had already taken.

10:45 PM

Before getting a chance to come downstairs to get you, y/n appears at the bathroom doorway reaching for the hand towel to clean herself up quickly before stepping into the shower with Izuru. Izuru turns away from the shower and sees y/n wiping herself down, stepping towards her and wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulders, upper back, and neck, giving her a tight squeeze from behind. “I love you so much y/n. Please never forget that, I’m always gonna be yours.” Izuru says against her chilled skin kissing between each word. “Cmon let’s get you cleaned up.” He says before taking a hand in yours and leading you to the now warm shower. Rinsing you down and washing your body gently, kissing your soft, clean skin, and face repeatedly. After the shower y/n brushes her teeth and hair and dresses in a loose fitted shirt, cotton pink panties yawning her way into the warm bed next to Izuru, who lazily wraps the comforter and his long arms around you and pulls you into his chest. “I’ll bring you the sun, moon, and stars someday my love. Goodnight, beautiful…” he promises sleepily before dozing off soundly. Y/N curled up against his chest, warm, and exhausted hearing his words resonate soundly in her skull ‘sun, moon, and stars huh.. I really am so lucky to have you, Izuru Kira, my melancholy boy. I’m glad to have you back.’ Y/N smiles as she thinks to herself, nuzzling closer to Izuru before dozing off into a deep sleep tangled up in the arms and legs of her lover boy. With the storm outside coming to an end, the residual drops from the rooftop gently tapping against the glass window pane, the night sky clearing and the moonlight shining bright through the curtains, over the gently sleeping forms, of both y/n and Izuru..

End..🌸💕

🌸BLEACH REQUESTS ARE OPEN🌸

— Thanks for reading! I had so much fun writing this 💕I hope this is similar to what you wanted. lmk if not, I’ll take all the constructive criticism I can get to help me get better at writing 🥺

#izuru kira #bleach smut #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #anime smut #angst with a happy ending #relationship goals #kira x reader #izuru x reader #it's a doozy #long fanfic #dramatic #bleach anime #sharethelove #weebshit #anime weeb #smut fanfiction #angst prompt #female reader

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prime-adeptus · 7 months

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THANK U, NEXT : A WRITING COLLAB

hello! as a thank you all for the warm welcome in the x reader community, i wanted to do something we could do together! :D

RULES

18+ only; nsfw and dark content are allowed. of course, you can also submit sfw fics if you'd like, but please be above the age of 18!

multifandom; you can write for whichever animanga/game character you'd like as long as it's a reader insert.

a maximum of three fics are allowed per track. there also isn't a minimum word count — as long as you have fun writing, that's what matters!

you can do two songs if you'd like, just let me know the details :)

when you post your entry, use the tag #tuncollab, tag me and link to this post!

to join, simply send me an ask with the song you want, the character you'll be writing for, the rating, and any content warnings necessary. we don't have to be mutuals for you to join!

[updated jan 6th] there is no deadline <3 go at your own pace

TRACK #1 : IMAGINE

IMAGINE | nanami kento x reader | by k9nto

nsfw | afab reader | billionaire! nanami, old high school acquaintances to lovers; cunnilingus, cum eating, marking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, discussions of pregnancy.

TRACK #2 : NEEDY * full!

haitani rindou x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

hisagi shuhei x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

NEEDY | sano manjiro (mikey) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | manila mikey, light angst & fluff

TRACK #3 : NASA

jean kirstein x reader | by chaotic-nick

nsfw | guy best friend! jean

oliver aiku x reader | by kakujis

rating may change

TRACK #4 : BLOODLINE

fushiguro megumi x reader | by bleach-your-panties

nsfw | female reader | crack, angst

TRACK #5 : FAKE SMILE

izuru kira x reader | by bleach-your-panties

more tags tba

kageyama tobio x reader | by pparadiselost

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #6 : BAD IDEA

bad idea (forget about it, forget about me) | by bioticlaw

nsfw | female reader | fwb, unrequited pining, unhealthy relationships, angst.

getou suguru x reader | by nutheadgeenat

nsfw | more tags tba

haitani ran x reader | by ranphobic

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #7 : MAKE UP

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | more tags tba

scaramouche x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #8 : GHOSTIN * full!

GHOSTIN’ | hanma shuji x reader | by kiirsteiins

nsfw | gender neutral reader | major character death, kanto incident spoilers, graphic depictions of violence and gore, mentions of suicide ideation, canon divergence, aged up characters | smut tags incl. penetrative sex, fingering (reader receiving), pet names.

gojo satoru x reader | by kakujis

nsfw | female reader | more tba!

GHOSTIN | mitsuya takashi x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | female reader | major character death, grief, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, hurt/no comfort. | smut tags incl. unprotected sex.

TRACK #9 : IN MY HEAD

fushiguro toji x reader | by nova-amor

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

geto suguru x reader | by shidouryusm

nsfw | more tba

gojo satoru x reader | by tteokdoroki

rating may change! | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #10 : 7 RINGS * full!

bokuto koutarou x reader | by sunarc

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

hinata shoyo x reader | by shoyostar

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

kuroo tetsurou x reader | by quaranweeb

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #11 : THANK U, NEXT

itadori yuji x reader | by sukxma

suggestive/nsfw | more info tba

TRACK #12 : BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED * full!

diluc ragnvindr x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

imaushi wakasa x reader | by wakashawty

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

#all #tuncollab #if this flops pls pretend u dont see #tokyo revengers x reader #bleach x reader #chainsaw man x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu x reader

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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o, (un)holy night - izuru kira, renji abarai, shuuhei hisagi x fem reader

🎄synopsis: you ask your three best friends for a christmas gift that you're sure none of you will ever forget

🎁my first gangbang fic!

🎄actually kind of inspired by a 🎥 I watched, but the holiday was different🥹

🎁this is going to be so self-indulgent, I'm sorry. I want all three of them🫣

🎄warnings: 18+ MDNI. gangbang/foursome, impact play, multiple cumshots, multiple creampies, oral (m! and f! giving/receiving), spit, degradation, praise kink, more tbd

🎁divider: tararoyal via glitter-graphics

—

release date: dec 25 (christmas!) delayed🚫

current wc: 1,008

expected wc: 4k~

ˡⁱᵏᵉ, ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵗᵃᵍ #(ᵘⁿ)ʰᵒˡʸⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒˢᵗ!🎄

#izuru kira smut #izuru kira x reader #izuru kira x reader smut #renji abarai smut #renji abarai x reader smut #renji abarai x reader #shuuhei hisagi smut #shuuhei hisagi x reader #shuuhei hisagi x reader smut #💗💗🍡°shipment incoming!#💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°bleach masterlist #byp 🌹#(un)holynight

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halaxia · 11 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。 request rules !

please refer to these before requesting anything as if the request doesn’t abide by these rules then i won’t be writing it, thank you!!!

please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)

not what you were looking for?

— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, smut, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.

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unohanadaydreams · 4 years

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I swear to you I have read the breeding kink ask over and over for WEEKS now, and the Izuru one is sending me. So stellar ;A;

If that breeding kink ask has showed me anything it’s that we’re all in this freak shit together lmaooo. Also I’m so sorry this is all over the place. I’m struggling with inspiration to write so if it seems patched together, its because that’s my synapses trying to make connections in words alskdjfal;ksdfj

Features: 18+ content, SMUT, breeding kink, scumbag tendencies, trying to fix anguish with a baby, I guess this is technically baby trapping??, there are boundaries and they are ignored, toxic relationship, no edits just filth.

And like Izuru just loves you so much.

His emotions come in waves and Izuru constantly feels dragged to sea by highs and lows. Sometimes he wakes up, drowning in sweat, and the only real comfort is you. Thoughts can’t fully sweep away the feel of your skin sliding against his. You’re like the shore, land he greatfully worships, for the relief you’ve brought him.

He feels so mangled by the world; by Gin and the wars and the Sternritter.

Momo seems well, always living in her moments, striving to be someone stable for herself and those around her. Hisagi has always been adept at hiding his hurt and a few drunk weekends saw him through the dark patch Izuru can not seems to stumble out of. His friends seemed...content.

You’re his island and lighthouse in one. He needs you. And Izuru isn’t like his captain—he’s not going to leave you reaching over and over and over until all you manage to touch is a corpse to cry over.

He mulls it over in messy journal writings and ponderous poems. The opposite of death: Life. Perhaps a family. You, him, and a little bundle of joy.

They look so happy when he sees them—families. So content and in the moment. Once the thought takes root, it is unshakeable.

His long fingers stray to your stomach in the lull of night and his lips at your throat get sloppy as his fingers move to grip your hips.

‘You would be the most beautiful mother,’ he sighs into your jaw, his tongue trailing to the shell of your ear.

The dark obscures just as well as his position behind you. Sitting in the circle of his legs, the weight of his arousal is plain at your lower back. His hands and mouth are distracting, so much that you don’t focus much on the comment. Your response is a hum, one that turns reedy as his teeth nibble at your ear lobe.

Izuru steers your body to face him, your legs spread, as you tell him how good it feels. His fingers press into the soft give of your sides, sliding up to your breasts. The kneading motions he tortures you with lead your hands to his shoulders. Izuru kisses you, open mouthed, in needy presses, his bangs tickling your face with each joining of your lips.

‘Aah,’ he sighs. ‘How divine it is to worship my Galatea.’

You shiver as the wide sweep of his tongue roams your mouth and his fingers tweak your nipples. Discontent in being still, his hands are ever moving, trailing to your collarbones and tickling your neck before diving back to the swell of your chest. The hot panting of his breath and his fingers pressing into the soft give of your flesh melt you. He is every bit the dedicated sculptor.

His fingers trail from the give of your hips to the expanse of your stomach more than usual. The patterns he traces are too quickly done to decipher from mere feel.

But as he lowers you to your back and continues his tireless exploration of your body, he does not reach for the condoms next to the bed.

Shaking your head, you reach in his stead, before the hot length of him sliding between your lips in one long drag steals your mind completely.

Izuru catches your searching fingers with his own, holding your hand. His hips rock and a reedy sound hums in your throat. With a sloppy kiss, his tongue searches for it, consuming the space of your mouth as his hips glide his cock back and forth across the length of you.

The spongy head of his cock rocks at your clenching entrance, his thumbs kneading at your stomach. ‘Let me cum inside you.’

You shake your head again, asking why. It was hard doing so with pleasure addling your brain.

‘Please,’ he says. ‘You’d be such a good mother. So beautiful. Always beautiful.’

‘I-I don’t know.’

Every part of him is pressing for the answer he wants--his hands, mouth, and cock tease you into moans as he practically begs to breed you.

Melancholy plain in his eyes, he breathes, ‘Let us make a family. You, me, and the love we’ll grow.’

‘Okay,’ you say once you can do anything, once you’re un-thralled from the poetry of his wants.

He presses in and you squeeze him gladly despite your lingering reservations, drawing his length deeper. Smile large, Izuru thanks you, peppering your face in quick pecks.

You giggle, caught up in his giddy flip. Hands gathering your checks, he kisses you deeply, ‘I know you want it too--your womb full with my cum.’

And you do. The thought has you squeezing him tighter and has Izuru praising you in turn.

Pace uneven and desperate from the start, his finish is quicker than usual, his cock full of you to the hilt as hot ropes of cum fill your womb that tip you over the edge.

Izuru cooes his thanks and holds you close, still rocking, unwilling to leave you, to let his seed leak away, unused.

‘You are heaven spun into flesh,’ he says, nuzzling your check.

Shivering, you can only whisper his name as you come down from the tumbling high of your orgasm, sweeter than usual, with the thought of life filling you. Izuru had been right, then, hadn’t he? You’d wanted it all along. It felt so wonderful--you must have.

His grin against your neck was one you took for elation, not detecting the smugness it held.

Izuru smothered you in flowery language and marveled at you, the love of his life, within his grasp. Perhaps carrying his child.

How grand it was, to be Pygmalion molding you with his body as much as his wishes.

#im only posting this bc scumbag izuru makes me HNNNNGGG #thirst post tower #smut society #kira izuru x reader #izuru kira x reader #bleach imagines #bleach smut #look izuru is literally so easily led into scumbag territory #soft sad poetry men ALWAYS are

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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getting roughed up by a stressed-out izuru❄️⋱

minors/blank dni. purely thirst-fueled. cw: facefucking/throatfucking, manhandling, dirty talk/degradation. aftercare. fem reader.

wc: 927

You were sitting on the futon in the living room reading when the front door to your home slid open and then abruptly slammed shut.

Glancing behind you, you saw the slim silhouette of your husband Izuru standing in the doorway. His shihakusho ruffled, his Lieutenant badge displaced halfway down from its usual position around his arm, and his meticulously styled bang was pushed out of his face.

He glanced around the room a couple of times before his eyes landed on you. Like a predator stalking its prey, he began to make his way over. His Reiryoku permeated the room and nearly suffocated you once he was in close enough proximity.

Izuru’s cornflower blue eyes always held a certain intensity to them, but right now they hold many other emotions: contempt, frustration, and aggression.

Still, you closed your book and stood up to greet him with a warm smile on your lips.

“Welcome home, Zu.”

He didn’t acknowledge your greeting, making your lips turn down into a pout.

“Rough day?”

A soft ‘tch’ left his lips, barely audible.

“What do you think?”

He finally answers, glaring down his perfectly sculpted nose at you.

You swallowed slightly,

“Is there anything I can do-”

Before you could finish, he had gripped you by the front of your shirt and shoved you back against the wall behind the futon.

His fingers trailed down your neck and dipped into the collar of your blouse, easily ripping it open. A couple of buttons flew off and skidded across the wooden floor.

“Zuru…”

“Shut up.”

Those long, skinny fingers took a firm grip of your jaw. With just his thumb and pinky he held a firm grip on your head.

“Open.”

Izuru slid his left middle, index, and ring fingers between your lips and pressed down.

The metallic taste of his wedding band on your tongue made you feel a depraved sense of arousal.

“Want to know what will make me feel better, Y/N? Stuffing my cock in your mouth and fucking your throat raw until you can’t talk.”

He slid his fingers out of your mouth and smirked seeing the thick trail of your saliva connected to them.

Leaning back onto his knees, he gave you space to slide down onto the floor between his legs while he kneeled on the futon.

“Eager are we? Good.”

With big eyes, you glanced up at his handsome face that was still twisted up in irritation.

Pretty hands with orange-manicured fingernails began to reach for his obi.

“Don’t touch me.”

They immediately dropped to your sides and Izuru cradled your head between his legs by hiking one up onto the futon and extending the other.

One-handed, he untied the sash. Your mouth watered in anticipation of taking his thick rod into your mouth and tasting his pre.

With the fingers of one hand curled up in your shirt, the others gripped the top of your hair at the roots as he began his brutal pace of fucking your mouth.

“I married the right one, yeah? A good mouth slut…” He moaned with his head thrown back, deep ocean blue eyes affixed to the ceiling.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to regulate your breathing, but that didn’t help once Izuru leaned your head back. He was now fully straddling your head, but he kept just enough of his dick pulled out so that you didn’t die.

A sharp slap to your cheek jolts you back to reality.

“That was a question. Answer.”

You did your best to nod with aching jaws and a full throat. E/c eyes stung with tears that soon bubbled up and spilled down your cheeks.

“Say it. What are you?” He popped his cock out and rubbed the tip on your bottom lip.

Drool and pre-cum dripped down your neck and into the valley of your breasts.

“A-A g-good mouth slut…”

“For who?”

“For y-you.”

“Damn right.”

The juicy, wet sounds of your normally docile husband fucking your throat pervaded the expanse of your living room.

Thankfully the nearest neighbors lived many houses down. Perks of being married to a Lieutenant.

“So desperate for me. My good girl. Letting me feed you my fucking cock like this, hnngh...” He hummed through gritted teeth, eyes squinted shut.

When he decided to open them again, all he could see was your little doe eyes looking up at him with so much lust and love in them.

“S-shit, don’t look at me like that…oh fuck, I’m cumming…fuck, baby.”

The stress of the day’s work and the exhaustion he felt deep in his bones completely dissipated as he let his copious seed fill every crevice of your mouth.

And like the good little wife you were, you swallowed as much as you could.

Izuru pulled his now flaccid member from your mouth, a gush of your saliva and his cum following it.

He used two fingers to scoop up the mess from your chin and between your breasts and stuff it back into your mouth.

Never a wasteful man, your husband.

After fixing his clothes and helping you sit back down on the futon, Izuru’s eyes softened and he began stroking the crown of your head.

“Was I too rough, love?”

You looked at him and simply pointed to your throat. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red.

“Oh, right…I’m sorry. I’ll make you some tea.”

Your eyes crinkled in mirth before you laid your head on his shoulder.

Secretly, you were hoping that he’d get rough with you like this more often.

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#izuru kira x fem reader #kira izuru #bleach izuru kira #izuru kira #izuru kira x female reader #Izuru kira smut #izuru kira x reader smut #bleach smut #might be a lil ooc but fuck it we ball #💗💗🍡°bleach drabbles #💗💗🍡°bleach masterlist #byp🌹#divider by cafekitsune

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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Hello beautiful author-chan! can I please get J, T, and Y for our pretty poet Izuru?💗

HELLO BEAUTIFUL ANON-CHAN!! 😍Yes you can for my pretty baby, ahhh💙💙!!

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❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Playhouse - Pretty Ricky

“We can play house, and touch, touch

Lay you on the couch and hunch, hunch

Baby just shhh, hush hush

Imma eat your body out like lunch, lunch”

—-

“Imma eat that plum, pop that cherry, lick chocolate from your banana split

Imma kiss your neck, keep it wet, Baby Blue never had unprotected sex”

—-

“Girl, I wanna play with you”

✾

Sex Room - Ludacris ft. Trey Songz

“Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body, it’s our private after-party, if you want it, girl I got it in my sex room”

“Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor”

—-

“My arm underneath your leg, legs all behind your head is how I gots to getcha

Right hand, left hand on red in the bed like we been playing Twister”

“Now I got you tangled up, and you caught all in my web

Should I let you loose? Nah, I think I’ll get the blindfold instead”

—-

“Ain’t nobody else allowed in the sex room. It’s only you and me”

❥⋱T - Tease: Is he a tease? How does he tease you? Do you like it?

Izuru is 1000% a tease. Like Byakuya, he is from a noble family. He does not just go around slinging peen every which way like Ikkaku and Renji; if you want that cock, you're going to have to work for it, love.

He is a big fan of edging, both himself and you. He’ll put his fingers and dick everywhere except for where you really want them at that moment. By the time he actually penetrates you, you won’t be able to take it; his thrusts will knock the air out of your chest.

As a switch, he’s mostly in soft dom mode. If he’s subbing, you can tease him but don't do too much or he'll quickly switch roles again and put you in your place.

❥⋱Y - Yummy: What does he like to eat/lick off of you in the bedroom? Food play basically.

I feel like he’s the type of person that doesn’t like a whole lot of sweet stuff, because calories. The most he’ll do is feed you some fruit (that he gathered himself, because that’s something he’d definitely do for you.) The only time he really likes to get messy is when he’s eating you out. He might like to lick some chocolate and whipped cream off of you, something that he can easily clean up (with his mouth.)

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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⚡︎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."

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Okay but Rosie who do you think from the captains, visoreds and lieutenants would do casual dominance?

I almost said "what is casual dominance?" until I remembered that reblog about Draken 😂😂

KENSEI KENSEI KENSEI KENSEI KENSEI

Like that is definitely some shit he would do!

He has a dominant personality, but he also knows when not to do too much, i.e. he wouldn't try to check you in front of everyone and cause a scene.

You know not to act up too much anyway, because he's got something waiting for that ass when you get home.

He seems like the type that likes to spank, and he's got the hands big enough to leave your ass sore, aching, and hot.

"Thought I wasn't paying attention to your little display, huh? Turn over right the fuck now."

ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE

He's gonna play it cool and remain the elegant gentleman that he is, in public. Gotta keep up that 'perfect captain' facade.👌🏼 So you'll go about your regularly scheduled programming with him doing all the things he normally does for you.

Once he gets you alone though, he's pulling out the shibari ropes and yanking you over to the bed.

He doesn't care about you acting like a brat because he knows how to fix you right up.

Once your hands are tied tight above your head, he'll pull out the Hitachi wand (who the hell bought him that? SHINJI.) and set it on the highest setting before pushing it between your open legs.

"Gonna make you sing a sweet song for me, angel."

IZURU IZURU IZURU IZURU IZURU

He's gonna completely turn his head, act like he didn't see shit, and wrap a (possessive) arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

He's a switch, anyway, and he can switch in rapid succession. You'll go from getting showered in compliments, hand-written poems, and soft, gentle touches to kneeling on the floor of your bedroom with his hand on the back of your neck, keeping your face pressed against his thigh as you try to slip his cockhead into your mouth. And you'd better not dare raise your head, either - until he tells you to.

"You've been acting a little naughty today, bluebell. Do you really think that you deserve to suck my cock right now?"

He's pulling out the shibari ropes as well and he's gonna tie your legs behind your head while he eats you out.

He probably got that shit from Rose in the first place, you know he follows behind his captain dutifully.

SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI

He's a tease himself, so he'll gladly play long.

He'd never disrespect you in any way and if you start acting bratty he'll just grin that famous multi-tooth grin and make a joke towards himself, you, or the situation at hand.

Once you're alone, you already know you're in for it when he shirks off his captain's haori and runs his tongue over his lips.

Hours later, you're writhing on the bed while he slides his long, fat tongue between your folds, nudging your clit with the ball of his tongue bar.

No doubt he has one of those vibrating ones as well.

"Had enough? Nah, I don't think you have, darlin'."

SHUUHEI SHUUHEI SHUUHEI SHUUHEI SHUUHEI

He's a pookie poo, so of course he will continue to be chivalrous and open doors, jars, reach high things for you - hell, even help you lace your shoes or adjust your shihakusho if you get ruffled throughout the day.

Even when you get home, he'll be the same way, until he suddenly remembers that "flirtatious" wave you gave a fellow male squad member and the way said male's cheeks flushed before his eyes trailed subtly over your figure.

In the next second your thighs are pressed against your ears while he holds you open with those strong, muscled arms.

His dick is stuffed in you to the hilt, yet he's pressing the softest kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and lips while moaning your name softly.

"Don't try to make me jealous, sugar. You know I go crazy when you give attention to any other man but me."

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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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.

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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

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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.”

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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.”

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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

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“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.

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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

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

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