#ikkaku imagines
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
brittscafe · 2 years ago
Note
The "don't be shy now. Sit on my face" request prompt with Ikkaku and fem. reader who's never done it and feels a little nervous/ insecure... please?? 🙂 I've been reading through your blog, fantastic stuff so far!!
I could actually see him saying this tho 😭
Banner by @cafekitsune
Tumblr media
Your heart is ramming against your chest, wanting to plop out and just die right there. You couldn't believe the words that just came out of Ikkaku's mouth.
Sit on his face? Sure, he doesn't mean that.
You glance down at your bare body and you gulp.
Ikkaku slightly sits up as he sees the fear forming in your eyes and he grabs onto your hands.
"What's wrong?" he asks, gazing at your unsure expression.
"It's just...what if I'm too heavy?" you ask, a frown forming along your face. Ikkaku lets out a tiny chuckle full of disbelief and shakes his head.
"Impossible. Don't be shy, now. Sit on my face," Ikkaku demands, a slight smirk across his face as he lays back down on the bed. He tugs on your hand and pulls you over towards him.
You inhale sharply as you climb over his muscular body and hover yourself above his face. Ikkaku runs his hand over your thigh and gives it a slight squeeze, pushing you down farther onto his face.
His other hand is still holding onto yours and he carefully interlaces your fingers together. Your free hand grabs onto the headboard as you steady yourself over him.
Ikkaku's mouth waters at the sight of your exposed core, wet and ready for him. He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue and sends a chill down your spine.
"Ikkaku," you gasp out and Ikkaku lets out a tiny chuckle.
"Just sit back and let me do all the work," he whispers against your core and you nod your head.
His fingers dig into your thigh and Ikkaku thrusts in tongue inside of your cunt. It's warm and wet as his entire mouth cups over your cunt. His hot breath radiates onto your skin and your thighs start to shake at the sensation.
Unholy moans leave your lips and your skin burns. You squeeze the headboard with all your might and throw your head back. Ikkaku wraps his lips around your clit and starts to suck, hard.
A gasp mixed with a moan escapes your mouth and Ikkaku squeezes your thigh. Your core aches and throbs as you feel yourself getting closer.
Sweat trails down your spine as you cry out in pleasure and your cum falls right into Ikkaku's mouth. He laps at the juices spilling out from you with joy and you pant heavily.
Ikkaku presses a soft kiss to your clit and glances at your shaking thighs.
"It's okay, you can sit," Ikkaku says, readjusting himself and sitting up. Ikkaku gathers his arms around you and the tension on your muscles release as you sit down on his lap.
"I have to admit, I was a little nervous, Ikkaku. I've never done that before," you shrug your shoulders, your cheeks flustering.
"Next time, you won't be so nervous, right?" Ikkaku breathes out and you bob your head. He glances up at you and a grin tugs along his pale face.
"Mhm," you reply, a smile forming along your face.
163 notes · View notes
Note
May I request a NSFW scenario with Ikkaku x shy female s/o him finding out she's never had anyone go down her...how he'd react??... like maybe she had a jerk ex
Don't tell me he ain't great at giving oral 🙃😏😈
& your Shunsui one left me 🥵... love your writing!
┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛
Fandom:Bleach
Words:
Genre: Smut Scenario
Rated: 18+ no kids allowed!
Admin Harmony��: You're right Ikkaku has pretty good head game but don't outwardly tell him that he will way too cocky about it hahah! Also thank you so much for the compliment! I try my best on here! Hope you enjoy sweetie. 💮
┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛
Don't be shy, Princess (Ikkaku Madarame x shy! female! Reader)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"Wait… you're serious?" The air between you and Ikkaku was thick, or maybe you were just overreacting? You weren't exactly sure but all you knew was that you wished that Ikkaku would stop staring at you like that. 
"Yeah… I know it's embarrassing but I just didn't want anyone to do it with me." Your face felt warm, looking the other way to avoid eye contact with them. he blinked with confusion, 
"Wait… not even your ex?" 
Your face was hotter more than ever, Of course, no way in hell you would let him near you like that. 
"Of course not! He was a jerk anyways… I just want my first time to be with someone who I really like." You begin to twiddle your thumbs hoping he would get the clue. 
Ikkaku scratched his head, nodding afterwards. 
"It's not a big deal or anything. I would think someone that looked like you would totally would have done it before." He replied back hoping you could get his hint as well. 
"I hope that someday I will especially with someone as… kind as you." You whispered the last part, your eyes still averted from him. 
Ikkaku couldn't help but give you a genuine smile, it clicked to him what you were trying to say to him. 
"Then how about it? If you want… I can oblige this one time." He muttered, looking the other way too, he gave you a flirty grin. 
You looked back at him, shocked that he would be so open about it, but that smirk he gave you made your heart race. You had no idea how to feel right now..."Really? Are you sure? I-i wouldn't mind at all."  The sheer thought of his handsome face between your thighs was already making yourself ache with need.  Ikkaku nodded, "Alright then, we'll go slow then, tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any time but first, take your clothes off for me."  His voice sounded so sincere yet, demanding which made you feel more aroused.  You did just as he said, taking off each layer of clothing but still avoiding eye contact. "You do know it is impolite to not look at me, don't shy, let me see your beautiful face while you take off your clothes for me." You slowly looked up at him, both making eye contact with each other. You halted your movements, suddenly becoming shy again. "I-i um.." You couldn't come up with the right words to say. " You look beautiful like this, don't be shy, you're doing good." His reassurance was nice, with a deep breath, you continued to remove the rest of your clothing. Once fully exposed you begin to lay on your bed, your heart still beating fast, as you watch Ikkaku approach your bed. "Open your legs nice and wide for me darling." He ordered, staring down at every inch of your body, taking in all of your beauty. 
It took a few moments but he didn't rush you,  letting you take your time until you were ready, Soon enough you slowly open your legs for him, your wetness fully exposed to him. Ikkaku leaned forward, his face only a few inches away from you. "So beautiful and wet just for me…" He muttered, his breath tickling your arousal causing you to whimper out loud. Now he was just teasing you. 
 "P-please…" You whimpered out to him, you were desperate for him to pleasure you. "Hm? What do you want me to do? You need to speak up for me princess or I won't exactly what you want.He asked, smirking at you, he adored seeing your shy self whimpering right below you. "P-please p-pleasure me I need you," You stuttered, still embarrassed that he gets to see you like this...Ikkaku leaned forward, teasingly licking a stripe up your pussy, which caused you to audibly gasped. You couldn't believe how good it felt and all he did was lick you once like you were a lollipop. "You enjoyed that didn't you princess? Well, just wait till what I have in store for ya." He smirked, leaning his face right back inside of you, kissing your lips along with teasing licking your pussy lips to further tease you, causing you to bite your lip, trying to hold in your sounds of pleasure. "You taste so good," He muttered against your cunt, "N-no i'm not! I- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence because he slid his tongue all the way inside of you, now things were getting more interesting. He began to swirl his tongue inside of you, making sure to go as deep as he can. You could feel every inch of his tongue pleasuring you, licking deep inside of you. You begin to pant from pure pleasure, you were so sensitive and with every lick and prodding of his tongue which sent your mind into overdrive. You took both of your hands, covering your mouth to cover the loud mewls of pleasure that wanted to erupt from your mouth. Ikkaka looked at you leaving his face from between your thighs which made you whimper. "Tsk tsk tsk don't hold in those pretty noises. I want to hear everything from you and then I will stop." He threaten you which made you auidbly gasp. "Now be a good girl and let me indulge you princess." "O-okay..." You muttered out, which was barely coherent. "Say that louder and more polite." "I-i mean yes sir!" You cried out, your mind is now becoming foggy from all the arousal your are ensuring. "Good girl now be polite and also look at me when I'm eating you out." "Y-yes sir." You said out loud, moaning out once he went back down, pleasuring you with so much passion. Without thinking, your took your hand and shoved his face deeper into you, encouraging him to go further. He moaned inside you, causing your sensitive insides to clench around his tongue. You felt his tongue graze over your clit, toying with it to further tease you. Without realizing it, a symphony of moans escaped your lips as he continued to pleasure you, causing him to swirl his tongue over your clit and moan inside you again. You begin to buck your hips into his face, making sure you get some extra friction from him. " Aaahhh Ikkaku! Shit aaahhh!" you cried out for him as you almost reached your climax. You were practically humping his face, pathetically whining like a puppy as he rigorously tongue fucked you, you were a whiny trembling mess and this turned Ikkaku to no end. He loved seeing your like this and he will make sure that every time you do this he will get this same reaction out of you. Moments later, after one last long moan you trembled right before squirted all over his face, along with loud strings of audible pleasure escaping your lips, causing him to audibly slurp up all of your arousal. If you weren't so tired and blown away from your orgasm you would have been completely embarrassed. He finally lifted his face from between your thighs. Once you were off from your high your eyes widened, you couldn't believe the roller coaster that he put you through but you would be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it at all. "Oh um about everything that you heard ca we just forget about it?" He took his index finger, placing it on your lip to shut you up. He smirked at you before saying. 
"No need be so embarrassed but now I think it's time for you to return the favor don't you think, princess?"
┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛
Tumblr media
72 notes · View notes
zosin-ya · 1 year ago
Text
Heart Pirates just doing their thing. (just noticed the patient is vibing with them adflsnf)
597 notes · View notes
teamatsumu · 1 year ago
Text
What if the Seireitei had a Human Resources Department? And what if you were in charge?
Summary: With the kind of antics these shinigami get up to every day, it was only a matter of time before the higher ups felt the need to create an HR Department to deal with the day to day messes. Here’s a little drabble about how it all started
Word Count: 2,062
Warnings: swearing, bad humor, mentions of violence
next part
Tumblr media
Sometimes it was hard to believe that the gods didn't have it out for you. Especially when you ended up in situations like this against your will and through no fault of your own.
The corridor was completely silent despite the amount of people that it held. It’s almost like everyone knew how fucked they were, and they were praying with every fiber in their bodies that somehow, they would not get killed at the hands of the Captain Commander today.
You stared at the large “1” written on the wooden doors in front of you, hands clasped so tightly in your lap that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was beating so hard it almost hurt your ribcage. Next to you on the bench, Ikkaku shuffled, and you resisted the urge to deck him across the face. He was injured enough as it was. And frankly, no punch you could land on him would do any good. You had zero hurting power in your body.
Once again, you wondered which otherworldly spirit you had pissed off to get where you were.
Squad 4 was supposed to be a safe choice. You had asked to be put in it for a reason when you graduated. Far, far away from the fighting and pain. No conflict. Just helping people, healing injuries and staying inside where there were no battles. You would take any amount of scut work over whatever the hell those other divisions got up to. And you were good at your job. You handled medical emergencies well, you were a boss at getting through paperwork. Lieutenant Isane would cry tears of joy at the sight of you almost daily since you were singlehandedly keeping the admin side of the division afloat on your own.
So why did it have to come to this?
After what seemed like an eternity, the wooden door cracked open with a deafening sound and a head poked through it. The Shinigami’s eyes scanned the crowd outside until they fell on you. You felt your throat knot. He gestured for you to come to him before disappearing behind the door again.
You stood up on shaky legs, deliberately trying not to look at everyone around you who was now staring at you with pity in their eyes, no doubt. You unintentionally caught eyes with Captain Kuchiki, a calm slate gray that seemed to settle your nerves just a bit. He gave you an almost imperceptible nod, and some strength returned to your legs. You were grateful he was there, despite him not having any involvement in the situation.
Well, it was his Lieutenant on the line so maybe some involvement.
The Shinigami led you down a long hallway silently, your almost numb legs following behind. You felt like a baby deer with how unsteady you were. What were baby deers called again? Foals? You had no clue. Your mind was fried at this point. You tried to send a short prayer to the gods above, but then you remembered they were the ones who put you here in the first place so maybe praying to them wouldn’t be too good of an idea.
The Captain Commander certainly had an air about him. The table he sat behind in his office made him look grand. The office was almost like a balcony, overlooking a magnificent view of the Seireitei that you would have loved to admire under less precarious circumstances. You kept your eyes on the desk he was seated at, bowing low and standing straight as a rod until the Shinigami who brought you there had shut the door behind him with a click that echoed in your very soul. Then, it was silent.
Yamamoto Genryuusai was looking at you with a hard stare. You felt the horrifyingly embarrassing urge to burst into tears.
“Explain.” He said.
What came next was the worst word vomit known to mankind.
It had started two days ago, as festivities for New Years were just beginning to unravel. You had been on night duty, a post you wouldn't wish on anyone. Holidays almost always ended up with someone landing in the Squad 4 barracks with injuries. A bunch of drunk soldiers with weapons and the ability to fight felt like a disaster waiting to happen. But what happened next was ten times worse than what anyone was anticipating.
The fight was pretty standard. Some drunk Squad 3 member had thought it would be a good idea to taunt Squad 11 members by calling them brainless idiots who only knew how to swing a sword. It was a fist fight that escalated when Yumichika and Ikkaku stepped in. Somewhere in the commotion, someone had broken a bottle of sake on Yumichika’s face.
This, of course, caused a complete meltdown on Yumichika’s part, who could feel the cuts on his face that would potentially leave scars. He lost his shit and proceeded to beat the crap out of everyone around him. A very, very drunk Ikkaku and accompanying Renji thought that was the best solution in their alcohol-addled minds. The rest was history.
What had landed into Squad 4 was over 20 extremely injured Shinigami, a flurry of broken limbs and blood. The biggest issue was that this had involved a Lieutenant and two seated officers. Once Captain Unohana got wind of it, it was all over. This kind of violence wouldn't fly under the strict Captain’s nose, and she had reported the whole matter to the Captain Commander. That immediately put Captain Zaraki and Captain Kuchiki’s asses on the line since it was their officers involved, and since you had been the attending who received every case in Squad 4, you were asked to report to the Captain Commander for a full explanation on the matter the following morning.
That morning, extremely hungover Ikkaku and Yumichika had shown up at your barracks, pleading with you to save them. Apparently their Captains had been furious, and both of them were being considered for a major demotion. And Renji? Lord, Captain Kuchiki would make sure Renji never saw the light of day again.
While you made them tea to try and stave off their headaches, Yumichika had given you an honest recounting of the whole situation, and it made your heart soften. They really had just been there to break apart a fight before Yumichika’s face got involved. And as you looked at his bandaged face, knowing full well the extent of the damage underneath, (you had been the one to heal him after all) you felt your heart swell in pity.
So you had agreed to the impossible task of trying to make them appear like the victims in this situation. In front of the fucking Captain Commander. What were you thinking? Curse your empathy and curse the fact that you had somehow befriended these people.
“So according to you, Fifth seat Ayasegawa was there to break up the fight?” Captain Commander Yamamoto’s voice was grumbly and low.
You nodded. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of your face and you were breathing hard. You twisted your fingers behind your back, jaw locked so tight it made your teeth hurt.
“You realize he was singlehandedly responsible for incapacitating 11 out of the 20 injured men?”
You closed your eyes. Fucking Yumichika. That fucker.
“He only responded to an extremely hateful and violent attack on himself, sir. He was not the instigator. As the healer who received him in Squad 4 barracks, I can guarantee that his condition was horrifying.”
“So you agree with his decision to retaliate the way he did?”
You shook your head immediately. “No, sir. I do not agree with it, but in the uh, inebriated state everyone was in at the time, including the sight of his comrades injured and charged comments against his Squad, I can understand why he acted the way he did.”
The Captain Commander appraised you under a weighted stare which made you gulp heavily.
“You have an admirable track record, Sixth Seat Y/L/N.”
What? You blinked, not knowing how to respond. He knew about you. Well, of fucking course he did. He couldn't have summoned you here with no knowledge of who you were. But being referred to by him unnerved you.
“Your account for the event of New Years Eve is very diplomatic.” He continued. “If I go off on what you have told me, I am left with no one to blame this whole situation on. It seems this will just be written off as an unfortunate accident.”
You nearly bawled.
The Captain General closed the file in front of him, leaning back and placing his chin on his bony knuckles. His eyes fell shut, yet you felt he was closely watching your every move.
“You may leave. And inform everyone that they will receive a written warning for their involvement. You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”
You nodded and bowed instantly, turning around to walk out of the office. When the door shut behind you, you choked on a gasp and keeled forward, resting your hands on shaky knees. Fuck. Fuck. That was so intense you could cry. You would cry, actually. The tears were coming on. You sniffled.
Someone cleared their throat and your head shot up, looking at the Shinigami who had led you here. He gave you a look that told you he knew how you felt, before gesturing you to follow him out.
On numb, trembling legs, you walked out of the Squad 1 barracks, immediately being greeted by all the parties in question. Ikkaku,Yumichika and Renji crowded you, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You looked at the half bandaged and swollen faces in front of you and felt the horrifying urge to laugh.
“You all will get an official warning. No lasting consequences.” You managed to choke out.
The air that lifted at your words left behind an atmosphere so light it nearly made you collapse, you swayed a little as you sat down on the bench, watching Renji collapse in relief while Yumichika slumped into a wooden pillar. Ikkaku was looking up at the sky like he had just received redemption from the gods themselves. You held back more laughter.
Captain Zaraki let out a heavy sigh and stretched, patting you on the head with a heavy hand in his show of thanks before shuffling off, hands deep in his pockets. Captain Kuchiki sat next to you on the bench smoothly, staring at his Lieutenant with disdain.
“I must thank you.” He said, not looking at you. “I was convinced this would end poorly. You have surprised me, Sixth Seat Y/L/N. And I assume you surprised the Captain General too. I have not known him to be lenient in the years I have worked in the Gotei 13.”
You stared at the Captain as he got up once again, each move as pristine as the last. He walked over to Renji and let out a pained breath at the sight of his Lieutenant.
“Stand, Renji. You will still face the punishment I have set for you.” He stated simply before turning to walk away.
“Yes, Captain.” Renji’s voice was small and muffled. The corner of your lip twitched.
Yumichika sidled over to where you sat, tears in his one visible eye.
“I love you.” He breathed, making you snort.
“I want you to stay as far away from me as possible from now on.” You stood up, feeling better now after seeing the relief your friends felt. You were of course, being dramatic. But you were sincerely so drained you wouldn’t mind sleeping for a week.
And sleep you did. In fact, you had completely forgotten the Captain General’s words until the next morning, when a Shinigami showed up at your barracks with a letter in his hand. You stared at it in confusion until you saw the name of the addressor on the envelope. Your eyes widened and your heart fell out of your ass as you remembered the words.
“You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”
With trembling fingers, you tore through the paper, frantic eyes trying to make sense of what you were reading. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What the fuck is a Human Resources Department?”
Tumblr media
A/N: Should i make this into a series? Im contemplating it. Pls let me know!
607 notes · View notes
byakuyacoochie · 2 years ago
Text
Panty Thief - Bleach x Reader
Tumblr media
A/N: This is the last fic with Shunsui's name misspelt... This is one of my personal favourites from the event! :)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
632 notes · View notes
gloryhrs · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
━━ ⟡ 𝓦𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝓓𝐎, various.
Tumblr media
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 it’s just him and his significant other; he was a complete and utter darling, despite the fact that he may appear to be a frightening and intimidating man to others. He was the kind of man who never kept his feelings to himself when he was around you; he was openly vulnerable when it came to you. Many didn't believe he was the kind to appreciate back rubs, cuddling, and soft kisses after a long day at work. They certainly wouldn't believe you if you told them they enjoy spending time with you while wearing a cute face mask while playing a variety of board games. As soon as he arrives home, he’ll immediately drop his things and cling to you like a kitten begging for attention from its owner.
“𝐀𝐑𝐄 you sure you won't get in trouble? I don't want you to get into any because you choose to slack off with me.” While he moaned and muttered curses in his sleep, your smooth and soothing voice talked in his ear as you touched his cheek and interlaced his hand with yours. After you prepared one of his favorite foods for lunch and brought it to him, he seemed to interpret it as an invitation for some cuddling and kissing time with you.
The man just scoffed and tightened his grasp around your waist before burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicious aroma and barely opening his eyes. “Who cares, just give me five more minutes and I’ll let you go.” He huffed again before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep in your arms. You didn't even try to argue with him; instead, you sighed softly and placed your arms around his neck. You gave him a short kiss on the cheek before quietly smiling. If he kept doing this, he was bound to get into some problems later.
♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 zaraki, 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 muguruma, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 abarai, 𝐒𝐎̃𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 aizen, 𝐁𝐀��𝐙 b, 𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 madarame, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 kuchiki, 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 cifer, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 jaegerjaquez, 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 kurosaki, 𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄 stark, 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 sado, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐆 du, 𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 haschwalth, 𝐆𝐈𝐍 ichimaru, 𝐒𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐍 komamura + more!
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
© gloryhrs, 093023. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
141 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
(𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.)
There's no context for this one, just wanted to draw Ikkaku in a pretty dress and holding a gun. I would love to hear some ideas for this though!
20 notes · View notes
ikkaku-of-heart · 7 months ago
Text
Of Bodice Rippers and Delightful Discoveries
(Ikkaku visits an old, used bookstore while in port, hoping to hunt down some classic bodice rippers to entertain herself with on the next voyage. What she finds is a new subgenre, complete with some unexpected - and likely unsuspecting - stars.)
The scent of the used bookstore was so different from the Polar Tang. Instead of steel and salt, Ikkaku breathed in the earthy, musty smell of paper and ink. She may have been an engineer, thriving among gears and pistons, but she had found a love of more organic materials like books.
In particular, hunting down unique bodice rippers.
“Looking for something in particular, dearie?” the proprietress asked, giving her a curious smile. She didn’t seem to mind that her new customer wore a pirate’s jolly roger on her boiler suit – business was business, and all who loved books were welcome.
“Got any classic bodice rippers?” Ikkaku asked, looking around. “I’m due for a long voyage.”
“Ahhh need something to entertain on lonely nights?” she replied knowingly. “Those happen to be my favorite. The back shelves are dedicated to those. Got a lot of newer publications, but there’s just nothing like the classics.”
Ikkaku nodded enthusiastically in agreement before heading off to peruse the back shelves. She’d read everything in her expansive collection at least twice, and she was in need of something new. Something to titillate her, but also torment her nakama when they dared to tease her. Books starring Fishmen and Zoan lovers had done the job for a while, but the boys were starting to become immune. That was a sure sign it was time to switch it up.
Pulling out books at random, she shook her head in disappointment. Many of the newer books just didn’t have the lovingly painted, elaborate covers that older, classic bodice rippers had. For all people said not to judge a book by its cover, in her mind, that was half the appeal. Getting to read a book with a hunky man in an open shirt embracing a beautiful woman often got her hilariously mortified or judgmental books. Occasionally she found books that starred two women, but those beautiful covers tended to be more understated and romantic, which sadly didn’t get quite the same reaction from her friends.
She had nearly given up, ready to throw in the towel and accept she’d just have to go through her library for a third time, when she struck gold. An old paperback novel peeked out from the stacks, and she could tell right away that the cover was that classic style she so loved. Tugging it out almost reverently, her gaze greedily ate up the image.
The woman was a beautiful, buxom nun, dressed in the classic black gown and habit, clutching a cross as she attempted to resist the charms of the man embracing her. Though, by the look on her face, she was failing spectacularly, eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure. The man on the cover was what really drew the eye, however. The artist clearly put a little extra effort into him, like he was the main draw of the book. He towered over the woman in his arms, biceps bulging as they wrapped around her petite waist, his purple shirt open to show off a tantalizing glimpse of his hard pecs. His jaw and chin were chiseled and his cheekbones could have cut glass. Long hair as black as engine oil and smoke were pulled back in a sleek ponytail that dangled over his shoulder. His lips were curved in a devilish smirk, a long cigarette dangling tantalizingly between them.
The First Mate's Dangerous Temptation the elegant cursive of the title read. The tagline was just as cheesy; She devoted herself to God, but then a devilish pirate sailed into her life.
“Ok, you’re showing some promise,” Ikkaku chuckled, cracking open the book and flipping through the pages in hopes of finding a decent sex scene. Hopefully it lived up to the cover’s hype. Quickly, she found some smut, and eagerly she began to read.
“God really blessed you in the chest department, doll,” the pirate purred, his pectorals glistening with sweat as he pulled his pretty captive against him. The smell of the sea and tobacco paired beautifully with his masculine musk, and Chastity tried not to be taken in by way his deep voice rumbled like an earthquake, shaking her resolve. He was sin incarnate, and she mustn’t give in to the Devil’s servant.
“I’m blessed by His love every day. Perhaps you’d be similarly blessed if you ceased your sinful ways,” Chastity replied primly.
“I wouldn’t be much of a pirate if I were virtuous. Anyway, sin’s more fun. More pleasurable.” Benn gave a low chuckle before taking a long drag of his cigarette. He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling, releasing it like a dragon. It suited him, considering the virgin damsel he held in his clutches. “And I haven’t had any complaints about my chest. I’ve seen you stare plenty.”
She gasped, outraged, though liquid hellfire shot down to the secret place between her thighs. A blush bloomed across her cheeks, and Chastity’s scolding reply died on her lips as the burly first mate released her, only to drop to his knees before her. The cigarette smoldered on the ground beside them, the thin trail of smoke even headier than the church’s incense. She attempted to step back, but a big hand wrapped around her hip, keeping her in place as he hoisted up her skirts, exposing her knickers and pale thighs. “What are you doing? This is improper!”
He chuckled again before he began peppering kisses along the smooth, untouched skin. Tongue and teeth joined his sensual lips, licking, sucking, and biting the tender flesh without a shred of shame or remorse. “Showing you what a man should really be doing on his knees,” he growled, a panther that had concerned his delicious prey and was planning to take its time devouring it. “God can’t make you scream like I can.”
Gasping again, the nun buried her fingers in his jet-black hair as his mouth delved into the apex of her thighs. Her knickers had already been growing wet just from being in his presence, but now they were soaked in anticipation and the saliva from his tongue. It stoked tantalizingly against her pearl, and Chastity felt her knees wobble almost as unsteadily as her resolve to remain pure.
“Ah! Beckman!”
“Wait,” Ikkaku gasped, staring at the name, then flipping back to the front cover. The man on the front was at least a decade younger than the wanted poster she’d seen, but if she replaced the black ponytail with a silver one, added a few years and scars to that chiseled face, and a purple cape…
“Holy shit. What’s Benn Beckman doing on a romance novel cover?!”
This was utterly insane. Of course the first mate of the Red Hair Pirates was hot, both in his youth and now. He was known as a playboy, too, with admirers and lovers across the Grand Line. But the star of a bodice ripper? It wasn’t even trying to hide his identity!
Flipping the paperback over, Ikkaku scanned the back cover, looking for clues. The publication date was fifteen years ago, and it was apparently part of a series. An extensive one, from the look of things.
Pirate romance novels. Ikkaku shouldn’t have been surprised they existed. Outlaws like them weren’t exactly protected by copyright laws or could make cases against libel. And people did so love their forbidden fruit, but not everyone had the guts to actually proposition a pirate. So no wonder someone decided to make a buck off of the fantasy. The real question was, did Benn Beckman know?
Curiosity piqued, Ikkaku glanced along the shelves and quickly found another book by the same author. Once again the cover was lovingly and beautifully painted. The woman was once again beautiful, though this time her generous cleavage was on full display thanks to a low-cut blouse and cinched corset. She was being embraced by yet another muscular man. He was shirtless and his trousers hung loose, threatening to slip down his hips to expose himself. The cocky smirk and come hither expression made it clear he had nothing but impure intentions with the woman he was holding. One arm was beneath her thighs and backside, hoisting her up into the air, while the other held the ropes dangling from the sails of his ship. For a moment, the two arms threw her off, but it was soon clear by the blood red hair and three familiar scars over his left eye that this was, indeed, Red Haired Shanks.
The title was once again in fancy cursive but this time didn’t bother to hide the star’s identity. Ravished by the Red Haired Captain – She yearned for adventure on the high seas. What she got was unfathomable pleasure in the captain’s quarters.
“Damn,” Ikkaku muttered, once again seeking out a sex scene. She absolutely needed to know what the deal was with these books. “This must’ve been early in his career, but he was already building a fanbase. And probably didn’t get a single berri in royalties. Poor bastard.”
Cassandra gasped as she was bent over the bar counter, heaving chest pressed across the cool, polished wood decadently. Shanks’ left had splayed across her back, keeping her in place as he pressed his throbbing member against her pert bottom.
“That’s a good lass,” he murmured, rolling his hips so she could get the full understanding of just what her lovely curves did to him. He may have been a mighty pirate captain, but he was only a man, after all. And there was only so much a man like him could take. “You’ve been temptin’ me all day, serving drinks while shaking that ass and fluttering your lashes at all the customers. But now you’re gonna get a reminder that you’re my pretty wench.”
“I wasn’t—Ah!—tying to tempt you,” she insisted, though the mewl of pleasure at the feeling of his thick mast prodding at her most secret cavern through her skirts made that difficult to believe. The truth was, she hadn’t consciously been trying to tease him, but it was hard not to sway her hips a little more when she felt his eyes on them. Nor could she avoid lowering her neckline a bit more to relieve herself of some of the heat his presence sparked inside her.
Another gasp escaped Cassandra’s plump lips as she felt Shanks pull up her skirts to expose her wet and waiting netherlips, the cool air kissing them gently. “No knickers? Now you can’t tell me you didn’t plan this.”
“I just forgot to put them on this morning—”
Her excuse was interrupted by a firm smack to her buttock, the sting a delicious pain even as the tavern maid yelped in surprise and outrage.
“You’re lying to me. If you really want to come aboard my ship and sail with me, you’re going to have to learn to be honest with your captain,” Shanks growled sensually, trailing his fingers across the bright red welt his big, rough hand left behind. “Now let’s try again. Why aren’t you wearing knickers, Miss Cassandra?”
He squeezed the soft meat of her shapely rear end, fingers dancing dangerously close to her oh-so-wet entrance, and Cassandra knew she was done for. How could she resist the sexual magnetism of such a charming pirate?
“Because I wanted you to be able to fuck me whenever you pleased, Captain Shanks!” she cried, and was swiftly rewarded by the feeling of his thick rod plunging into her without hesitation.
“Wooooow,” Ikkaku mumbled to herself, snickering slightly at the writing, though she could admit that the scene was still fairly hot due to Red-Haired Shanks being the star. “Gods, I wonder if he knows this exists. What would he think of this? Would he and Beckman compare books?”
Another thought came to her, and once more she began looking through the books. Who else has been featured in these?
She got her answer, a surprised and delighted laugh bubbling up in her throat upon finding the next book in the series. This time, the heroine was clearly a Marine, her white uniform tastefully disheveled from a struggle as she was pinned against the wall by her opponent’s hips, though the way her long leg was wrapped around the man’s waist, it was clear this was a fight that was meant to shift into something more pleasurable. Of course, the man in question was unmistakable, even without his trademark long coat. After all, his pointed sideburns and goatee, along with those golden, piercing eyes, were nearly as iconic as the wide brimmed feathered hat on his head. Yoru was strapped to his shirtless back with a leather harness that was probably rather impractical, even if it did accent his back muscles nicely. But what was most striking was the sensual grin on his lips, curled in both arousal and amusement.
Prey of the Hawk-Eyed Hunter – Her mission was to apprehend him, but he takes her heart prisoner instead.
“He’s smiling? Well now I know this is a fantasy,” Ikkaku quipped, recalling the few times she’d seen him at the Warlord meetings. The man was grim and antisocial at best, and the few times she’d heard him speak, his comments had been bored and biting. Honestly, Ikkaku felt those made the otherwise irritating and dull meetings more entertaining.
For the third time Ikkaku cracked open a bodice ripper, eyes glittering with mischievous delight as she greedily took in the pages.
“You keep trying to fly away from me, little dove,” a deep, accented voice purred from the doorway. Calliope froze, the incriminatingly wide-open window to her bedroom making it undeniable that she had once again attempted to escape his fortress hideaway. “And dressed so indecently, too. Didn’t your superiors teach you about proper dress protocol?”
The Marine captain spun around, defiant even as she trembled a bit under his stare. Heavens above, those yellow eyes were always so intense. It didn’t matter if he was talking to her, fighting her, or staring at her in silence, they made him appear like he wished to devour her.
Calliope’s tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, and that gaze flicked down to watch the movement. Heat shot between her legs while her nipples hardened against the thin blouse that was her only barrier between her skin and the cold air.
Golden eyes swept down her shapely figure, down to her chest, her slim torso, her bare thighs, her long legs, and then traveled back up again to meet her gaze, lingering on the comely flush that colored her cheeks. A devious smirk curled his lips as he stalked towards her. “Perhaps I should chain you to the bed, as your cage is proving insufficient.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Calliope insisted, attempting to strike him, to make an attack against the infamous Marine Hunter she had been tasked with arresting, but he deftly caught her wrist with speed only an expert swordsman could manage. He snatched her other wrist before it could even think to lash out before flinging them both onto the bed, pinning the smaller woman’s hips beneath his muscular thighs. He adjusted his grip to lock both of her narrow wrists in one palm, freeing up his right hand while keeping her trapped beneath him, helpless.
“You are my prisoner. My prize. I’ll do as I please with you.” As if to prove his point, he trailed his long, calloused fingers down the soft, delicate skin of her throat, down her collarbone, over her thundering heart, before cupping a full breast. Calliope released a shuddering breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding at his bold touch. Why did this murderer’s touch inspire such feelings of desire in her?
She attempted to buck him off of her, but he wouldn’t budge. In fact, he let out a husky moan in response. Surprised, she looked down between their bodies to find the telltale bulge of his manhood straining against his leather trousers. “Is…is that a sword in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she quipped, attempting to hide her mortification and, worse, arousal.
Alas, Mihawk could detect her desire like a shark smells blood in the water and was not fooled. Instead, he laughed before capturing her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss. Calliope attempted to struggle, to resist, but his sensual tongue and teasing teeth coaxed her lips to part for him. His tongue delved between them, conquering her hot, moist cavern, giving no quarter and showing no mercy, leaving her gasping and flushed when he finally pulled away so she could breathe.
“Oh, I’ll be very happy to see you writhing and moaning beneath me as I make you a sheath for my most powerful sword,” he purred, nipping at her throat as he rolled his hips against her, swollen member growing harder at the friction the motion caused.
“Tonight, I’m claiming you completely, my dove. No more escape attempts – I doubt you’ll be able to walk after I’m through with you. And even then, I might just keep you impaled on my cock for good measure.”
“Ha! I don’t remember Mihawk being even half that talkative at Warlord meetings,” Ikkaku snickered, though there was a faint dusting of a blush on her cheeks.
Damn it. These books were over-the-top and flowery, but they were raunchy enough that she could completely understand the appeal and wanted to read more. Besides, weren’t over-the-top, ridiculous bodice rippers what she came in here for in the first place? Her fellow Hearts would be utterly mortified if she started reading aloud sex scenes starring a Yonko, his first mate, or the World’s Greatest Swordsman.
Plus, she needed to prove these existed. There was no way any of the guys would believe her on just her word. It was too crazy! So it was important that she buy all three books so she could prove they existed. And what if she ever ran into the stars themselves? Didn’t they deserve to know they had starred in fictional sexual encounters and weren’t paid a dime for it? Informing them was the moral thing to do in that case. She may have been a pirate, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do a good deed.
Yes. That was totally why she was buying them and not because, despite herself, they were rather titillating. She would simply be reading them for blackmail and tormenting purposes. Not because any of the three men were quite the hotties in their prime.
Or in present day, but she certainly wouldn’t admit that aloud.
“Find what you were looking for, young lady?” the shopkeeper asked as she rang up Ikkaku’s purchase. She smiled down at the books, clearly pleased with her choice. “Like I said, nothing beats the classics.”
“You’re not wrong,” Ikkaku chuckled, giving her a curious smile. “These, ah, seem to be part of a series. You don’t happen to know if there are any starring women? Like, a female protagonist and a sexy lady pirate as the lovers?” She tried not to get her hopes up, but today had been full of surprises. Perhaps her bisexual prayers would be answered.
The shopkeeper gave a knowing smile. “Come back tomorrow. I know for a fact that I have a copy of  Seduced by the Ice Witch somewhere around here. Whitey Bay does quite a good job making the heroine swoon and tremble. Not that I can blame her in the least.”
The engineer’s smile could have illuminated the darkest ocean as she nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll take it, along with any others you might dig up!” she exclaimed as she handed over her berri, already eager to start her newest book series and method of messing with her dear nakama.
Though, she had already decided that Seduced by the Ice Witch would be kept to herself.
17 notes · View notes
kunekojo · 2 years ago
Text
Request prompts
Here’s a list of request ideas, please feel free to choose whichever you like (additional details are very much welcome!) feel free to come with your own ideas too
SFW
Holding hands
First kiss
Confession
Nightmare (waking up/waking them up)
First date/date
“You’re the prettiest thing ever”
“Don’t be shy.”
“Call me that again.”
Hug from behind
Surprises
Holding hands
Falling asleep together
Reunion
Apology after an intense argument caused by one of the two
Wearing their clothes
Sharing hobbies
Touching foreheads
Picnic
Bad day
Special day
Birthday gift
Comforting
NSFW
Embarrassed (SFW/NSFW)
Massage (both SFW and NSFW)
Praising (SFW/NSFW)
Oral (giving/receiving/both)
Handjob
Riding
Edging
Orgasm denial
Cockwarming
Masturbation
“Beg for it.”
“Cum for me”/“Cum on me”
“Get on top”
“Take it in your mouth. Take it like the sweet girl you are.”
Pillow princess
Bathing/showering (SFW/NSFW)
Fingering
Reader leading
Doggy style
Lingerie
Stockings
Swimsuit
Semi-public
“Make me”
“Touch yourself”
“Keep touching me like that”
“Good girl”
“How about you make me prettier than this?”
“You’re so tight, so fucking good”
Being caught
Any smut idea
43 notes · View notes
brittscafe · 2 years ago
Text
Thunderstorm pt.1
How they comfort you when you’re scared of thunderstorms:
Tumblr media
Includes: Izuru, Shuhei, Renji, Ikkaku, Ichigo.
Izuru: You were on a walk at night in the soul society. You loved walking through the empty and quiet grassy paths of the soul society, especially with Izuru. He would never let you go alone, though.
If you ever wanted to be alone, Izuru would be a few steps behind. So, that’s where he was when the thunder roars into your eardrums. The lightning flashes and you gasp loudly.
“Izuru!” you yelp out, spinning around and running into his chest. Izuru lets out a tiny chuckle as you bury your head into his chest and he wraps his arms around you. “Come on, let’s head home before it starts raining.”
Shuhei: The thunder roars loudly and you quickly sit up in your bed. You wrap your fingers around the sheet and squeeze until your knuckles start to turn white. 
Shuhei tosses over onto his side and his eyes lock onto yours. You breath heavily as the fear surrounds you until a hand grabs onto yours. Shuhei quickly sits up and your eyes meet his.
“Hey...you’re okay,” Shuhei whispers quietly, gathering you in his arms. He cradles his head and guides you towards his chest. You both sink back down into the bed and you bury your head into Shuhei’s chest.
“Go to sleep. I’m right here,” he reassures you, giving you a gentle squeeze. You close your eyelids and soon pass out in the comfort of Shuhei’s arms.
Renji: You’re both in the middle of a meeting when it starts down pouring and the thunder and lightning strike. He shifts his weight side to side, getting eager as he glances over at you.
Your head is lowered and your gaze is fixed on the ground as you fiddle with your hands, trying to distract yourself. His eyes fix onto you, not daring to leave your worried face.
Renji clears his throat and slowly moves his hand over to yours. You glance up at him as he interlocks your fingers together and shoots you a comforting gaze. 
Renji gives you hand a slight squeeze and gently tugs you closer to him. 
Hell, if Renji could use his bankai on thunderstorms, he would just for you.
Ikkaku: Thunderstorms weren’t an often thing in the soul society, but there definitely were in the world of the living. Rangiku and the others stationed in the world of the living thought it would be a good idea to go to the beach on your day off.
It was nice, until the sky turned pitch black and the wind starts to pick up. The others left the beach in the hurry and you and Ikkaku were rushing against the storm, but it was already thundering.
Ikkaku tugs on your hand, dragging you behind him. It was no use, your feet could barely move as your heart pounds against your chest. Ikkaku stops and squats down a little.
“Hop on,” Ikkaku demands, a serious expression written along his face.
“A piggy back ride seriously?” you scoff quietly, your cheeks heating up with a bright red color. Ikkaku shoots you a harsh glare and you let out a tiny sigh, hopping onto his back.
Ikkaku holds a secure, tight grip on you and you wrap your arms around his neck tightly. He leaps through the air, using flash step and getting you back to the house as quickly as possible.
Ichigo: You’re a perfect match as you both hate the rain, but thunderstorms are a whole different thing for you.
You ran to the store to grab some more snacks for your movie night with Ichigo, expect there’s a storm on the way. You glance outside the storm window and into the dark sky, clouds forming close together and you gulp. 
The thunder roars loudly above you and your body flinches. You glance around the empty store and you feet freeze to the ground. Suddenly the rain starts to pour down heavily and your chest becomes heavy.
Your heart rams against your chest and the door swings open. You meet Ichigo’s soft eyes as he holds an umbrella above his head and he smiles warmly at you.
Relief washes over your body and you rush over to your boyfriend’s side. Ichigo wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.
“Sorry, I’m late. Let’s finish that movie,” Ichigo shoots you a quick grin and you nod your head.
204 notes · View notes
every-yumichika · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
zosin-ya · 4 months ago
Text
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5 - ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴜɴ
Tumblr media
Summary: After your shared exam was finally over, Law invites you to the party, showing a more relaxed side of himself. As the night progresses, his boldness starts to emerge, especially after a few drinking games and making out session in the bathroom.
a.n.: Ikakku as the bartender, Shachi being drunk and Penguin somewhere drunk as well. Enjoy! (4,5k words whoops got a bit carried away)
tags: One Piece, Law x Reader, Modern AU, University AU, Penguin and Shachi as Laws flat mate, Law on a sick motorcycle cuz its hot
[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“You invited her?! Dude, nice!” Shachi exclaimed, holding up a hand for a high-five.
Law just stared at it, unimpressed, and ignored the gesture. He didn’t really feel like it was something to celebrate. Sure, he was glad you wanted to come to the party, but beyond that? Whatever. He was more relieved the exam was over and had gone well. The fact that you’d be there too? Casual excitement—nothing to make a big deal about.
"Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your party?" Law said, towel-drying his damp hair while still dressed in his sweatpants. He had a bit of time before he needed to pick you up. After giving you the address and realizing how far the nearest bus stop was from the party, he suggested giving you a ride.
“Boo, you’re such a buzzkill,” Shachi grinned, throwing on his jacket and grabbing his keys. “Better bring a better mood to the party.”
“Whatever."
“Aigh, see ya later!” Shachi called over his shoulder, before heading out the door.
Law watched him leave, glad for the silence settling in the apartment. He took a deep breath, finishing up getting ready, and tried to shake off the exhaustion...or was he nervous?
While Law was casually getting ready, you were in a whirlwind of chaos. It wasn’t that you were nervous—okay, maybe just a little. Who were you kidding? You were a nervous wreck. It had been a while since you went out with someone, let alone to a party full of strangers. At least Law would be there, a familiar face in the crowd. But speaking of Law, you really had to hurry—he’d be there soon.
Minutes later, the doorbell rang, just as you managed to pull yourself together. Grabbing whatever you might need, you hurried to the door and opened it, greeted by Law, who looked pretty much the same as always. His hair was a little neater than usual, but what really caught your eye was the extra helmet he was holding.
"Hey, you ready?" he asked, his tone as casual as ever. You nodded, quickly closing your apartment door behind you, and followed him outside…while your keys were still on the kitchen counter.
"Thanks again for giving me a ride," you said with a smile, tugging your jacket tighter against the chilly night air. Law shrugged, as if to say it was no big deal, and handed you the extra helmet.
"You know how to backpack?" he asked suddenly, and you blinked, confused.
Backpack?
Seeing your puzzled look, Law grinned and nodded toward his motorcycle. "Sitting behind someone on a motorcycle."
You couldn’t help but chuckle. "That’s kind of a cute term. But no, I haven’t done that before."
Law gave a small nod and stepped toward his bike. "No worries, it’s easy. I’ll show you."
He straddled the motorcycle first effortlessly, then waited as you climbed on behind him. He knew it took a little getting used to the first time, but thankfully, the ride wasn’t too long. “You can put your feet here,” he instructed, pointing to the foot pegs. “Hold on tight to me, and lean with me when we hit the curves. That’s all there is to it.”
You gave a quick nod and pulled on your helmet as Law did the same. Before you could adjust it, he turned around and snapped your visor shut, then clicked his own into place. You watched, before he fired the engine to life with a throaty roar.
Feeling a bit unsure, you leaned forward slightly, gripping the sides of his jacket with a tentative hold. Law noticed and stopped for a moment, then without warning, he reached for your hands and pulled them tighter around his waist, making you grip his chest and fall against his back. The sudden closeness made your heart race.
“I said tight,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement. “Don’t want you falling off.”
A light, embarrassed chuckle escaped you as you adjusted your grip, hugging him more securely. “Right, got it,” you murmured.
With a grin you could almost hear, Law revved the engine, and moments later, you were off.
 “Come, this way,” Law said, nodding toward the faint sound of music already seeping into the air. You followed him while you two left the bike at a parking spot, feeling the buzz of anticipation as you approached the building. The party was tucked away in the basement, and as you descended the steps, the volume of the music grew louder.
The moment you stepped inside, you were hit by the heavy, stuffy air mixed with the distinct smells of alcohol and something you couldn’t quite place. The crowd was already thick, bodies swaying to the rhythm in the dark colorful lights, and despite the chaotic energy, there was something about the atmosphere that started to get you in the mood.
Law seemed familiar with the place, confidently navigating through the room. “Want to take off your jacket?”
“Yeah, thanks,” you replied, handing it over to him. When he pulled off his own leather jacket, though, something caught your eye. For the first time, you noticed the tattoos that stretched beyond his knuckles, trailing up his forearms. The black ink swirled in intricate patterns, with just a hint of it peeking from beneath the sleeve of his black T-shirt.
Suddenly, you felt a rush of heat. Was the room always this warm, or was it just you?
Law turned to you and gestured toward the bar, silently suggesting to get a drink. You nodded with a suddenly shy smile and followed him through the crowd. You had to admit, the party was surprisingly well-organized. The lighting, the music, the setup—everything looked pretty impressive, especially the bar. Apparently, the engineering students knew how to throw a party.
When you reached the bar, a young woman with dark, curly hair held back by a bright yellow headband greeted you with a warm smile. Her eyes landed on you first, then shifted to Law.
“Hey, Law! Glad you could make it!” she said cheerfully.
“Pleasure's mine, Ikkaku,” Law replied, giving her a friendly smile. It was clear they knew each other. You stood there, a little shy, but smiled politely.
“Oh, hi! I’m Ikkaku! I don’t think we’ve met before,” the woman said, extending a hand toward you. You shook it and introduced yourself, instantly being taking in by her radiating smile.
“Y/N, nice to meet you.”
Law watched the exchange, a small smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t too worried about you meeting Ikkaku. Unlike Shachi and Penguin, who could be a bit much at times, Ikkaku was a breath of fresh air. She radiated confidence and had a feisty side that Law respected very much.
“So, what can I get you two?” Ikkaku asked, leaning forward with a grin. “First drink’s on the house.”
“You got the northern vodka by any chance?” Law asked, leaning slightly forward with a casual air. Ikkaku’s grin widened, clearly in on it. Of course she had it, especially since Shachi had specifically brought it for the party. He’d stashed it under the bar, trusting Ikkaku to keep an eye on it and only serve it to close friends. After all, it wasn’t cheap or easy to come by.
“Sure do. With soda?” she asked.
“Yes, please, but for the love of god, mix the drink like a human this time,” Law said, causing Ikkaku to laugh along.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she teased, shaking her head with a playful grin as she turned toward you. “And for you, Y/N?”
You placed your order, and she got to work, carefully mixing both drinks. As promised, she kept it reasonable, not trying to drown either of you in alcohol. Law kept an eye on her as she poured, just to be sure she didn’t pull any tricks. The memory of getting absolutely trashed on the first he came here flashed in his mind—along with the unpleasant experience of throwing up into his helmet. He was careful not to repeat that disaster tonight.
With your drinks, you both decided to move to a quieter table, away from the crowd. Setting your glasses down, you slipped into an easy rhythm of conversation.
“So, you said your friends were here too?” you asked, leaning in a bit closer.
Law hummed in response, casually leaning back as his eyes scanned the crowd. His long legs stretched out below the table, brushing your knee ever so slightly.
“Yeah,” he said, finally nodding towards a corner of the room. “See the guy over there trying—and failing—to juggle the beer pong balls? That’s Shachi. He’s studying engineering, good friends with Ikkaku, the bartender.” His gaze shifted to another spot. “And that’s Penguin, the guy in the beanie. You’ve met him before, right? We live together.”
You chuckled at the sight of Shachi fumbling with the beer pong balls. “Penguin seemed pretty nice when I met him. Shachi, though… definitely can’t juggle.”
“Nope,” Law said, grinning as he took a sip of his drink. His eyes drifted back to you, and for a moment, he found himself quietly studying your face. It suddenly hit him how stunning you looked tonight, the soft light from the party casting a warm glow over your features. The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, or even just how you looked at him—it was captivating. He found himself lingering in the moment longer than usual.
Why was his heart racing suddenly?
You broke his trance by asking, “Kind of in a mood of beer pong, are you good at it?”
It caught him off guard a bit as he came back to reality, but only for a second. A playful grin spread across his face when he heard your suggestion. Was that a challenge?
“Maybe. Wanna find out and lose?” His voice had that teasing, competitive edge. Law could get fiercely competitive with games like these, a trait he knew well enough to admit. He didn’t just want to win—he needed to.
“Oh, I don’t plan on losing,” you said boldly, ready for a challenge.
Law raised an eyebrow, the spark of competition fully lit and enjoying your bold anticipation. “Alright, game on,” he said, pushing his chair back and standing up, already mentally preparing to take the win—or go down swinging.
You and Law made your way to the beer pong table tucked away in the corner, where Shachi was struggling to pick up the ping pong balls. He kept fumbling, his coordination long gone thanks to the alcohol he’d consumed. Law, amused by the scene, stood back with a lazy smile and simply watched his friend, leaving you to step in.
“Here, let me help,” you said, handing the ball directly to Shachi. He blinked up at you in surprise, clearly thrown off by your pretty face. But when he spotted Law next to you, the gears in his foggy mind slowly turned. As much as his drunken state allowed, he pieced things together.
"Law! There you are!" Shachi greeted, pulling him into a sloppy, brotherly hug, clapping him on the shoulder. As he did, he leaned in closer to him and grinned, whispering into his ear, “You didn’t tell me she was hot.”
Law rolled his eyes at Shachi’s comment, a flicker of both annoyance and amusement crossing his face, but he didn’t bother to respond. Shachi, still riding the high of his drunken state, flashed you a wide playful grin.
"You guys wanna play?" he asked, already grabbing the cups with a clumsy enthusiasm.
You shared a glance with Law, and something unspoken passed between you, before you stepped closer to the table.
The game kicked off. You helped arrange the plastic cups, filling them with something light, cautious not to overdo it too soon. Law handed you the first ball with a subtle smirk, one that made your pulse quicken. He was watching you intently, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than necessary as you lined up your shot.
With a flick of your wrist, the ball sailed effortlessly into the cup. You grinned, teasing him with a playful look. “Try to keep up,” you taunted lightly, savoring the first little victory.
Law raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into that faint, knowing smile. “Alright,” he said smoothly, before taking his first cup in one clean motion, his eyes never leaving yours as he emptied it.
For a moment your mind went blank, those stormy eyes locking with yours so intensely completely threw you off guard. You had a feeling Law knew what he was doing.
Shachi, playing the part of an overly enthusiastic referee, was more of a distraction for Law than anything else. He cheered only you on and did his best to throw Law off, witch loud coughs and "Look over there"s.
Every time Law stepped up to take his shot, there was an obvious tension in the air. He wasn’t just throwing the ball; he was challenging you with each toss, silently daring you to keep pace. And while you landed a few solid shots, Law’s precision was undeniable. Even when he had to hold on on the table, the alcohol clearly starting to catch up with him, he still managed to sink the ball into your cups with impressive accuracy.
By the time your side was completely wiped out, Law still had three cups standing. You huffed in mock frustration, but deep down, the competitiveness had only made things more fun.
Shachi clapped his hands together, grinning like an idiot. “Rules say you’ve gotta finish the winner’s cups!” he teased.
You sighed defeated, “Fine, Law. You win.”
As you reached for one of his cups, though, Law’s hand shot out, stopping you. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a small jolt of electricity through you. He held your gaze for a moment, before he spoke up. “Let’s share it. I’d rather not have to carry you home wasted.”
The teasing edge in his voice made your stomach flip, but the offer itself was unexpected. Law was competitive by nature, and Shachi knew he usually liked to rub his victories in. This time, though, he was...different.
You accepted his offer with a small smile, taking one of the cups while Shachi gleefully grabbed the last. Shachi, clearly impressed, raised an eyebrow at Law. “Wow, Law. Didn’t expect you to go soft on her.”
Law just shrugged, his eyes flicking to you briefly before he downed the rest of his drink. “She made it a decent game,” he said with a casual smirk, though the look he gave you was anything but casual.
“Another round?” Shachi asked, grinning as he set down his cup, already eager for more.
You shook your head with a soft laugh, feeling the alcohol making your head spin just a little. Even Law seemed to be feeling it, though his cool demeanor didn’t falter. He looked at you, the corner of his mouth lifting in a slight, teasing smile. “Maybe next time.”
As the night continued, Shachi separated from you two, wanting to go on a dance battle with Penguin. You watched him stumble away with an amused grin, and leaned against the beer pong table. "He's pretty fun."
Law leaned beside you, arms crossed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, he’s chaotic, but he’s great." It was something Law probably wouldn’t admit when sober. He valued his friends more than anything, but he wasn’t the type to be openly affectionate.
“How did you guys meet?” you asked, seizing the moment. Law seemed more relaxed than usual, probably thanks to the alcohol and the lively party atmosphere. His eyes remained fixed on his friends, who were currently tearing up the dance floor, before he turned back to you.
“We’re childhood friends,” he replied, rather casually.
Your eyes widened slightly, a warm feeling spreading through you. There was something undeniably sweet about hearing that. Law, already sensing where this was heading, scrunched up his face and quickly looked away.
“Don’t—” he began, but it was too late.
“Aw, that’s adorable.”
“God, here we go,” Law groaned, rubbing his eyes in mock exasperation. But despite his feigned annoyance, a grin tugged at his lips.
"Sorry, I had to, you’re so secretive it’s nice to get to know more about you." you said with a grin. "Hey, how about we play a question game? Taking turns?”
The suggestion piqued Law's interest. It was a good idea, and honestly, he was relieved that you came up with activities instead of him. He wasn't the type to take the lead with things like this.
"Like 'Never Have I Ever'?" Law asked, thinking of the drinking game. You hesitated for a moment before nodding, even though you knew it would probably loosen you up more than you intended.
After returning to the bar and ordering some diluted shots from Ikkaku—not wanting to black out too soon—you both sat back down at the table. Law took the first turn, thoughtfully considering his question. He didn’t want to embarrass you; it was just a fun opportunity to get to know you better.
"Never have I ever… cheated on an exam," he said with a smirk.
As you lifted your glass to your lips, Law shot you a mock judgmental look, causing you to laugh.
"What? The professor left the damn room for twenty minutes."
"You don't have to justify it," he chuckled. "I didn't say anything." He watched you down your drink, his eyes lingering on your lips.
"Alright, my turn," you said, thinking for a moment. "Never have I ever… slept with my ex."
Law lifted his glass, and this time, you gave him a playful judgmental look. He shrugged before he downed his shot.
"What? I'm not proud of it," he admitted with a wry smile.
"Why did you do it, then?" you teased, leaning in closer with a grin.
Law scrunched his eyebrows and sighed, rubbing his face as if the memory itself drained him. "No clue. It was a bad decision, and I’m definitely not making that mistake again. Not with her."
His tone made you even more curious, and you mentally noted that his relationship with his ex hadn’t been the best. You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened between them—and what kind of girl Law had dated in the first place. He was so guarded when sober, often keeping his walls up. Yet here he was, relaxed and open, at least for the moment.
"Okay, my turn again… never have I ever… stalked someone online before a date." Law asked, and leaned back in his seat.
You acted without thinking, your hand already lifting the glass. But as realization hit, you froze mid-motion and looked at Law with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer, clearly intrigued by your reaction.
You remembered how you’d stalked Law’s Instagram before your first study session together at the café, and the embarrassment started creeping in. But it was too late now—you downed the drink and set the glass back on the table.
"Why did you hesitate?" Law asked, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously.
"What? I don’t know what you mean,"
"Cut the crap, tell me,"
The alcohol made your tongue loose, and you couldn’t help but admit the truth. "Fine... I may have, possibly, looked you up online before we met for the first time. Maybe. Just... a little."
Law leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this. Being a private person, he let the silence stretch between you two, deliberately creating a sense of pressure. It felt like an interrogation.
You shifted uncomfortably. "I just... Look, you were a random delivery guy. I didn’t trust that you were actually a med student. You even know where I live, and remember how you picked up my uni ID?"
Law listened, nodding slowly, his expression unreadable.
"I kind of panicked," you continued, running a hand through your hair. "I thought maybe you were just pretending to be in med school to... I don’t know, lure me in. Since you knew I was studying medicine." You sighed, feeling a bit ridiculous now. "Sorry, I was just anxious."
You braced yourself, half expecting Law to lecture you—or, worst-case scenario, leave the table and leave you sitting there alone at the party. But what you didn’t expect was for him to give you an amused smile, followed by a low chuckle.
"Smart girl," he said, surprising you. "Makes sense. Anyway, your turn."
"Wait, you don’t mind?" you asked, blinking in confusion.
"Probably would have done the same if i was a chick living alone and inviting a random stranger to meet up."
"Wow you make me look like a loser." You laughed an rolled your eyes, to which Law shook his head with a grin. "Just laying out the facts, now go on, your turn."
You continued your game with Law, enjoying the lighthearted fun, until eventually, nature called. All that liquid had to leave your system, and you asked Law where the bathroom was. He motioned for you to follow him, leading you to a small unisex bathroom. He waited outside while you quickly headed in.
As you finished up, you suddenly became aware of how dizzy you felt from the alcohol. You were still able to walk and talk without slurring, but your head was spinning badly. Gripping the sink, you took a moment to steady yourself, trying to calm the whirlwind in your mind. The dim bass from the party music in the background only seemed to make the dizziness worse.
Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Law leaned against the wall, checking his phone. You’d been inside for a while, and he was starting to get concerned. He debated whether to check on you, but worry quickly got the better of him. Knocking gently on the door, he called out, “Y/N, hey, you okay in there?”
He listened closely but didn’t hear a response. Anxiety bubbled up inside him, and he knocked again, louder this time. “Y/N?”
Finally, the doorknob turned, and you opened the door, holding your head. "My head is spinning. Give me a sec," you mumbled, stumbling slightly as you leaned back against the wall for support, slowly sliding down against it.
Law was quick to react. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him for privacy, and crouched down next to you. "You need some water?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with concern.
You shook your head slightly, the dizziness still overpowering your senses. Maybe the drinking game after beer pong hadn’t been the brightest idea.
He watched you for a moment, taking in the way you sat there, trying to compose yourself. Silence fell between you two, but this time it was comfortable. You leaned your head back against the wall, Law sitting next to you, mimicking the gesture.
Your gaze drifted back to him, and as if by fate, your eyes met. The dim lighting softened everything, but his grey eyes still seemed to cut through the shadows, intense and focused. He really was something, you thought, as your gaze unconsciously dropped to his lips.
Without realizing it, you began to inch closer, noticing how Law didn’t pull back. In fact, he seemed to lean in as well, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. Your heart raced, the moment stretching longer, making it almost unbearable.
Law swallowed, hesitant for a split second before his hand lifted, gently cupping your chin. His touch was careful, as if he was afraid of breaking you.
The space between the two of you disappeared, you could feel his breath on your skin as he tilted his head slightly, bringing your lips closer to his. Unsure of what to do, but not wanting to stop, you let the moment happen.
The second your lips touched, your eyes fluttered shut.
At first, the kiss was light, almost tentative—neither of you rushing it. But then, you moved your lips softly against his, and Law followed, matching your pace. The hesitation faded, and the connection deepened as you both let yourselves get lost in the moment.
Laws hand traveled from you chin to the back of your head, suddenly grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you in closer. You grabbed his T-shirt instinctively and let the kiss get more heated. Your breath was going heavy, desperate for air, yet neither of your two wanted to break the kiss.
Without pulling apart, you managed to somewhat clumsily get on your feet. Law walked you back against the sink, his lips still attached to yours, as he grabbed your thighs and effortlessly lifted you up. Sitting at the sink was pretty uncomfortable, but your mind was busy with other things. Your hands traveled down from his chest, to his belt, blindly trying to loosen it impatiently.
And Law seemed to be on the same page, he let his inked hands disappear under your top, fumbling with the clip of your bra. The air was thick with tension as you two made out and tried to rip each others clothes off.
Laws zipper was already open and his belt hung lose on his jeans, while he was kissing your neck sloppily and pushed your top upwards, trying to get more of your sweet flesh.
While you two were in the heat of the moment, you completely forgot that you occupied the only existing bathroom at the party. The impatient knock of someone at the door reminded you what you were doing.
"Hey, I gotta piss, hurry up!"
Both of you froze, feeling like being caught in the act.
Law sighed in frustrating and let his head hang low, while you pinched the bridge of your nose. Great, getting cock blocked by a random stranger.
"In a fucking minute!" Law shouted back, and slowly let go of you, letting you hop of the sink. Both of you adjusted your clothes quickly and gave each other a disappointed look. It was great while it lasted.
Law walked ahead, swinging the door open with a bit more force than necessary, revealing the unfortunate person who had been banging on the door. The guy stood there, confused, clearly piecing together what had been happening inside. Law gave him a cold glare, making it obvious that he was pissed off and didn't really care the guy probably knew that you two were making out in the bathroom. You, on the other hand, followed Law out, feeling too embarrassed to meet the guy’s eyes.
As you walked away, still flustered, you spoke up quietly, "Hey, I’m still feeling a bit dizzy... I think I might call it a night." You rubbed your arm shyly, not wanting to seem like you were bailing, but the dizziness was still lingering mixed with exhaustion.
Law nodded in understanding, brushing a hand through his hair as he sighed. "Yeah, let’s leave," he agreed, his tone softer now. He placed a hand on your back gently, guiding you away from the noise of the party, and the two of you headed for the exit, leaving the chaotic atmosphere behind.
[Next Chapter]
Tumblr media
tag list: @mars-mizuko @tadomikiku (Comment to be added 🖤)
108 notes · View notes
yumichikunt · 6 months ago
Text
really interesting to me that squad 11's upper echelon are all afflicted with the same problem: holding back in a fight.
kenpachi unconsciously holds back because of the fight he had with unohana when he was younger.
ikkaku holds back because he doesn't want others to know he has a bankai in case they try to take him from his squad and position.
yumichika holds back because he doesn't want the other two to know about his kido zanpakuto.
just interesting to see the squad that goes 'all out' is lead by people who historically don't go all out, and two who do it consciously. i'd be interested to see if kubo plays with that dynamic/how it changed over the timeskip....if he ever does release more of the hell arc...
2 notes · View notes
shadowsnlace · 2 years ago
Note
Congrats on the 500!!! If your still doing it can you do Ikkaku x embarrassed?
Sorry this took so long to answer! Hope you enjoy this little drabble. :)
Ikkaku could feel the heat rising from his chest to his neck then to his face, burning his ears as it fully bloomed into an embarrassed blush that drew his captain's eyes...and Yumichika's barely contained snorts of laughter.
"What the hell happened here?" Kenpachi's eyes dropped back to Ikkau's hideously contorted foot. Behind him, Yumi was audibly choking on giggles.
"I uh --" Ikkaku couldn't look him in the eye, "I kinda --" Soul King, please strike me dead right now and save me from this embarrassment.
The rumble that grew in Kenpachi's chest was a ticking timer. Everyone knew that if you heard that low growl start, you had only a limited amount of time before he lost all patience.
Ikkaku's mouth was dry as it opened and closed like a fish out of water. But not one word came out. He just couldn't explain why he was on the ground with a foot pointing the wrong direction. Time for a believable fib..."It was Yumichika."
Caught by surprise Yumi sputtered, "Huh? What?!"
"Yeah! He got me good this time." His voice was just a touch higher, pain and lying had that effect.
Kenpachi's eyes slid over to Yumi who had painted a nice smug expression on his face: a true victor, a man who'd break his best friend's ankle to win a friendly fight, a warrior to admire.
He quirked a brow, "Hmph. Maybe I should put a Lieutenant's badge on that arm, eh?" He cast a parting look at Ikkaku, "Go see Captain Koetsu and get it fixed."
"Yessir!"
Once Kenpachi was no longer in sight Yumi offered a hand to help Ikkaku up. "I told you one day that lucky dance was going to snap something."
"Yeah, well, it could have been worse." He grunted just a bit as Yumi got him upright and headed for the infirmary.
"Yeah, the captain could have seen your ankle snap like kindling."
"Tch, that's nothing. Cap'n woulda laughed. Tetsuzamon would have taken out an ad in the Seireitei Communication."
Yumi chuckled, 'Yeah, and Hisagi would have made sure it was on the front page."
30 notes · View notes
gloryhrs · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
˖  . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
「 𝐅𝐓 — kensei muguruma | ikkaku madarame | & renji abarai! 」
Tumblr media
male reader. ʚɞ req — @ota04-blog (˘ᴗ˘ ◍)
KENSEI MUGURUMA! ☆゚.*・。゚
Tumblr media
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐀𝐓 first sight, anyone could tell Kensei Muguruma wasn’t the one you should mess with, the man is a serious and assertive individual, not to mention the captain gets annoyed easily till the point of his other subordinates needing to hold him back.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, one small mistake can work the captain’s nerve and make him walk away to restrain himself from ripping the other person’s head off.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 once he closes his room/office door his angry and short temper persona disappears, the reason why was because of his husband, ( Y / n ) ( L / n ).
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐆𝐎𝐃 even the thought of you makes him melt, but how could you blame him? Everything about you is so . . . dreamlike. If he could he would bow down to the people who created you and thank them for eternity for making such a beautiful creation.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄 adores the way you hold him, take care of his wounds, and kiss him. If he could write about how much he loves you then the paper would be 10+ pages long.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, there would be times throughout the day when he thinks about you waiting for him which makes his frown would turn upside down and his cheeks turn red.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐇𝐇~ are you thinking about your little wittle husband again?" Mashiro began to poke at the captain’s cheek with a sly grin on her face. "Shut the hell up, you damn woman!" Kensei slapped her hand away from his face, the girl could’ve sworn she saw steam coming out of his ears.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 man was also extremely protective over you, so once he hears about you sustaining an injury he’ll be gone quicker than his lieutenant can call his name.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 were often times when Mashiro would tease the captain about his lovesick behavior, but the man just ignores it knowing that if he’d put his hands on her then his husband will be upset with him.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈, Kensei, Kensei!" The loud voice that belonged to Mashiro Kuna rang throughout the man’s ears as he tried his best to ignore her annoying taunts while walking back to his room. The white-haired male tried his hardest to not drop down on his knees and rip his hair out from the annoying girl who was poking fun at him just for the hell of it, as he finally made it back to his room he quickly opened the door and shut it in Mashiro’s face. 'Troublesome woman' He sighed in relief as he lifted himself off the door. "Kenji? You’re back early." The angelic voice of his husband made his eyes soften. The sight of you made all of his worries melt away in seconds, you gently smiled before making your way up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"From the looks of it, it seems that Mashiro gave you a hard time today." You chucked at his annoyed expression when you mentioned his comrade’s name, he scoffed under his breath and buried his face into your neck whilst giving you feather-like kisses. "I made us dinner and tea, once you’re done then we can cuddle." You ran your hands through his white hair as a hum escaped from his lips, "I would love that." He kissed your cheek in return.
Tumblr media
IKKAKU MADARAME! ☆゚.*・。゚
Tumblr media
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 was far from a nice guy, this guy would pick a fight with a rock if he tripped over it because he wasn’t looking where he was going (•᷄- •᷅ ;).
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 surprised everyone around him when they saw him swinging hands with one of the nicest (and laziest) guys in soul society, Y/n L/n.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀, Rangiku, and Yachiru could’ve sworn they felt their jaws drop to their feet at the unbelievable sight in front of them.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 the fuck is happening right now." Yumichika gawked at the two males who’s hands were intertwined with each other, he never thought Ikkaku, out of all people would be able to snatch a cute guy like you up.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 people couldn’t help but notice how Ikkaku’s rough behavior would immediately be put to the side when you spent time with him.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄 loves taking naps with you, it was as if he was cuddling a kitten because of your soft hair and the way you’d nestle your face into his cheek.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄’𝐋𝐋 do anything for you, if you wanted him to carry you around the entire day because you’re tired then best believe he well! He doesn’t have the heart to say no to you.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄 would be lying if he said he didn’t love the cheesy pet names you give him, even if it means he would have to deal with the nonstop teasing from his squad mates for a while.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐇𝐄 calls you pumpkin and you call him honey?! Oh man this is hilarious!"
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 it! Will you two stop asking me these dumbass questions!" A vein appeared on Ikkaku’s head as he stopped dead in his tracks to glare at Yumichika and Rangiku who couldn’t stop asking him about his lover. Rangiku pouted and crossed her arms at his reaction, "We just wanna know more about him! You guys are so cute!" She whined as Yumichika joined her. Ikkaku felt like he was going to explode at any moment from their constant whining and begging, "No means no! Now leave me alone!" He grumbled and stomped away from the pair.
"Darling? I’ve been looking for you." He turned his head to see you walking out of the shadows whilst yawning loudly, the way you rubbed your eyes and pinched your nose suggested that you’d been looking for him for quite some time. Instead of questioning you the male just crouched down one knee, signaling he wanted you to get on his back. "I’m so sorry honey, I’ve just been busy all day." He felt your weight on his back before picking himself back up with ease and grabbing your thighs so you wouldn’t fall.
"There’s no need to apologize, I love you." You pecked his lips before cuddling your face against his cheek, hearing your soft snores made the male grip on your thighs tighten with a proud grin spreading across his features. "I love you too, babe."
Tumblr media
RENJI ABARAI! ☆゚.*・。゚
Tumblr media
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 Abarai wasn’t the type to get riled up easily, but when he did it was hard as hell to calm him down. Not to mention his smug and cocky behavior was hell to deal with as well.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 for the past few months, Rukia and Ichigo started to notice a 360 in Renji’s behavior, instead of going to pick a fight with Ichigo the male simply told him good evening (⊙_⊙)?!
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐇𝐄𝐘 Renji. . .are you okay?" Rukia put her hand on her best friend’s shoulder as he raised an eyebrow at her worried expression. "Eh?? What are you talking about?" He scratched his head in pure confusion, for the past couple of weeks everyone has been asking him if he was okay. Hell yeah, he was okay!
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 duo came up with many useless theories to solve what was happening to the redhead. The first theory being a parasite took over the poor guy’s body.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 after spying on him for an entire day they finally got the answer to all their questions once they saw him eating lunch with another male, which was you.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐀 and Ichigo thought their eyes popped out their sockets when they saw your lips against his for a brief moment with his hand extended out for you to take.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈? Renji has a boyfriend?!" The two whispered to ear other with the same shocked expression on their face, the two peaked their head over the corner one final time only to see you now being on his lap, the smile never leaving your face. "So that’s why he’s been acting funny for the past few months." Rukia sweat dropped whilst scratching her chin. "And it seems like he’s head over heals for him too."
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 Rukia was completely correct, Renji is extremely smitten with you. He would often follow you around, carry you, and even cook for you! Not to mention he’ll travel to the world of living to go shopping for the things you like.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄 may not be the strongest but he is willing to give up his life in a hurry just to make sure you aren’t hurt.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐇𝐄 hates being careless and getting injured during battles because he knows your gonna be upset with him.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 no matter how many times you scolded him for being so reckless you just couldn’t find it in your heart to be mad at him for a certain period of him. Plus he knows you’re gonna be the one taking care of him whilst he’s healing.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ "𝐏-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 stop hurting yourself, I’m begging you Renji." You pleaded to the red-haired man as he continued to hold you in his grasp, this was the third time this week that the man decided to be reckless during battle and get himself extremely hurt. "I’m sorry my love, I promise it won’t happen again." He used his thumb to wipe off the crystal clear tears that streamed from your glassy eyes down to your face, even when crying, you still managed to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. But the way you looked and begged for him to stop made his heart feel heavy, and his grip on your waist tighten slightly when you proceed to cry into his chest.
"You always say that, but you never keep your promise." You clutched his uniform tightly with a small pout on your face. "I know, but I mean it this time." He finished wiping the tears off your face before leaning in to press his lips against yours, tasting the vanilla favor on your plump lips. Once he pulled away he pressed his forehead against yours with a small and genuine smile on his face, "I will be more careful next time, just please forgive me." He proceeded to kiss your cheek in order to remove your sadness.
"Fine. You better be lucky I love you, big dork."
© gloryhrs, 031323. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /
Tumblr media
207 notes · View notes
madaramee · 1 year ago
Note
Smash or pass: Renji
Smash or Pass meme.
Tumblr media
Apparently, it's not a no. "Renji, huh."
3 notes · View notes