#ikkaku imagines

[brittscafe]

Thunderstorm pt.1

How they comfort you when you’re scared of thunderstorms:

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.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

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!

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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. 💮

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Don't be shy, Princess (Ikkaku Madarame x shy! female! Reader)

"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?"

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[zosin-ya]

Heart Pirates just doing their thing. (just noticed the patient is vibing with them adflsnf)

[teamatsumu]

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

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?”

A/N: Should i make this into a series? Im contemplating it. Pls let me know!

[byakuyacoochie]

Panty Thief - Bleach x Reader

A/N: This is the last fic with Shunsui's name misspelt... This is one of my personal favourites from the event! :)

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓦𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝓓𝐎, various.

─── ･ ｡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, 𝐁𝐀𝐙𝐙 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! (≧∇≦)

[chuchu-lovely-munimuni-muramura]

(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!

[ikkaku-of-heart]

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.

[kunekojo]

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

[brittscafe]

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 😭

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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.

[every-yumichika]

[yumichikunt]

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...

[shadowsnlace]

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."

[unohanadaydreams]

Sometimes i think that kid kenpachi started killing people as a self defense at first,until after many battle he starting realize that he enjoy fighting especially strong people. Or maybe from survival first developed to twisted battle junkie after he live pretty long time on 80 rukongai hell hole.

Yes, I think it's easy to imagine that his love from battle began out of necessity. A person can't hurt you if they're dead, for instance.

But I also think the manga does a great job of highlighting that he grew to love battle in large part because it was the only way he felt seen and acknowledged by others--he only felt connection when he and his opponent were fighting for their lives.

He only felt vulnerability and attention from others when he was pointing a sword at them. Both in the early chapters, when we see the first glimpse of his background, and when we see his connection to Unohana, it's made very clear that he was either born powerful or grew powerful very quickly. He was isolated by the very thing he cherished.

He wasn't anyone people would talk to or call by name until they called him Kenpachi. Like, imagine that. No one addressing you by a name for hundreds of years. No one knowing you as anything but 'you', a passing stranger. It's easy to see why his first fight with Unohana became his catalyst for purpose and why it stayed his purpose.

Zaraki takes the philosophy of 'can't hold someone with a sword in your hand' and says, 'well, actually, that's the only way I feel held'.

His strongest bonds were born from battle, except one. Unohana, Ikkaku, and Ichigo were all people he understood with a sword in his hand. Yachiru was the only one. And she was the fucking sword. He was so incapable of putting down the sword or deciphering his loneliness without one that his own sword had to hold him.

[gloryhrs]

˖  . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒!

「 𝐅𝐓 — kensei muguruma | ikkaku madarame | & renji abarai! 」

male reader. ʚɞ req — @ota04-blog (˘ᴗ˘ ◍)

KENSEI MUGURUMA! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

˚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.

IKKAKU MADARAME! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

˚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."

RENJI ABARAI! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

˚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."

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Smash or pass: Renji

Smash or Pass meme.

Apparently, it's not a no. "Renji, huh."