#hisnephew

[madaramee]

Shiba clan dudes be like

[kurosakimasaki]

@hisnephew​ said:

“STOP LEAVING YOUR L-LACEY UNDERGARMENTS NEAR WHERE I’M SLEEPING!! WHO DOES THAT?! DOES THIS FAMILY HAVE NO PRIDE?!” ( listen him sleeping on the couch tho and madani never gonna let their first interaction down LOL )

“O-oh—” was all that left her gaping mouth upon being faced with the unexpected uproar.

That’s right: no apology, no damage-control mumbo-jumbo; only her signature innocent stare as she looked up to meet the lieutenant’s displeased dark hues—hands readily coming to her thongs’ rescue; shielding the provocative fabric behind her back and away from her company’s glare.

There was a faint knot forming by her forehead as she dug into her memory; a helpless attempt to reconstruct the storm-like blur that was last night. Then again, it was never the easiest for the brunette to develop the best of recollections when things got heated between herself and The Husband™.

And last night... Last night was especially great, too... Oh yes, the way he held her hip as she took control—as he let her set the pace... Luscious lips breathing out warm air against his exposed neck; against his ears as she moaned his name... Before he eventually got impatient and decided to take matters into his own hands—his weight on top of hers as they moved in synch... Leaving traces all over the creaking sofa when the deed was finally done... Laughing together as they made a joint promise to clean their mess came morning because they were too exhausted to do anything but moving back to their room and falling asleep in each other’s arm...

That’s when her mind started to register.

“Wait a second... Where did you say you were sleeping again?”

[dokuhai]

rangiku. im going to drown ur boyfriend. >:(

              If she had a nickel for every time someone threatened Gin with bodily harm, she'd be rich! Imagine all of the wardrobe possibilities....

              ❝ -----Yeah, I hear that a lot.  Well, not the drowning part.  At least you're creative!   Careful, though ----- he's a great swimmer.  He might even play dead, just to get a rise out of you.  Good luck~! ❞

[hismama-a]

@hisnephew​ said:

❝ So Isshin finally found someone t’spend his life with , eh ? ❞ there kaien was , taking a sip from his juice box that he was shown how to use by Ururu , ❝ ...hey ya wanna know how old he really is ? ❞ a devious grin . Might as well since Isshin wasn't here . Who said nephews were angels ?

“Oh~! You’re that weird guy with Darling’s nose! From the bra incident!”

She didn’t miss a beat with her greeting—no brain farts, no long ‘uhm’s, not a single moment of stuttering. The words rolled off her tongue with quite an ease, despite the awakening memory being a matter that would’ve painted a streak of red across one’s face, had it been any other girl the reaper was conversing with.

“What are you doing here???”

Drinking that sweet, sweet artificial fruit nectar, obviously—yet her odd inquiry was only the beginning of the spurt of her puzzlement.

Sure, she remembered mentioning the encounter to her lover—keeping out the details on the unintentional reveal of her...thought-provoking undergarment, however; she would’ve rather not troubled his mind with unnecessary jealousy, given that the predicament had been ultimately resolved in what’d appeared to be a civil manner, anyway—and having him baring his guesses as to who exactly this person might’ve happened to be; a third-degree family member in his confusing noble lineage or such, she believed—so the brunette did consider the possibility of these two having had a meet-up she’d never heard about, in which the doctor had probably spilled the bean on their relationship.

Sure, there had been discussions regarding their future whenever they spent the night together—but what does he even mean by that particular ‘Isshin finally found someone to spend his life with’ part??? Did Isshin somehow tell him something he has yet to tell her??? How come this stranger of a man seems to know more about their affair than Masaki herself??? Is he actually assigned a special mission from the Shinigami Corp. to dig into her beau’s life in exile or what, now???

And most importantly...

“How old...my Darling...really is..?”

Truthfully, such a concept had never actually crossed her mind before. In the quincy’s eyes, he was simply a mature-looking guy who had this natural talent of finding his way straight to her heart. Not that the question didn’t pique her interest, just... It was beyond her comprehension to have such a personal information offered by a person she had only spoken to twice.

“I don’t know... He looks about Ryuu-chan’s age to me...”

Also tagging @hisdaddy​ for the mention!

[madaramee]

@hisnephew​:

i may have a long face , but at least im not bald >:(

I MAY NOT HAVE A LONG FACE BUT AT LEAST IM NOT

D E A D

[madaramee]

❝ only reason ya didn't see my uncle do shit is because he enjoys disappearing . it's a habit - ❞ sips tea.

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[hollowsights]

The man set a hand on her head as he walked passed, “It’s okay to feel your emotions, kid. That’s what makes us human. It’s what keeps reminding us we all have a heart.” A flash of a side grin, one aqua-green colored eye peeking at her face from his peripheral. “Ya sure got Kukkaku’s spunk, I’ll give ya that.”

Gray eyes flicked up the minute she felt fingers settle in her ebony locks even if just for a second. Karin let her eyes trace the figure of the other as he walked past her trying to place where and how he knew her. He spoke with a touch of familiarity.

Did she know him . . . ? No , not that she was aware and yet part of her was screaming she knew him better than she realized whether it was personally or not. Something about him she knew and she knew well. It eventually snapped into place when she saw his face.

❝ I-Ichi nii -- ❞

It was the softest whisper of a name before she shook her thoughts from her head and her hand reached out to grab onto the mans sleeve before he could walk further away. He looked like her brother and his presence felt like her brother. . . but he also felt like her dad. He felt like family and she wishes she knew why that was.

Kukkaku . . . ? Who was that . . . ? Would she also ooze this familial sense that she kept getting from this dark haired Ichigo?

❝ Who are you-- Who is Kukkaku ? Why do you look like my brother ? ❞

Her questions were fired in rapid response as she felt her fingers tighten around the fabric in her grasp , a persistent plea for him to not go. To answer her questions.

Unprompted // @hisnephew // Always accepting

[hisnephew]

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