#Makunouchi Ippo | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

4law · 2 years

Text

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

pairings : donquixote rosinante, bellamy, kirishima eijiro, ippo makunouchi, trafalgar law x reader

info : 3,000 word count. pure fluff + sfw. reblogs are appreciated! apologies for the mixed fandoms :’)

completed requests : one & two. thank you <3

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 / 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 :

he lets you practice eyeliner on him.

content : soft cora, mention of him catching fire ?

you’re seated comfortably on corazon’s lap, thighs straddling his own as you hold your eyeliner between your teeth, hands cupping his cheeks to map out the look you’re picturing on him.

“you’re so pretty, cora,” you murmur, thumbs gently rubbing against his skin. his eyes widen slightly, a faint blush rising to his face. “….pretty? me?” his voice is laced with surprise.

after all, no matter how many times you remind him, there’s not a single chance he’ll ever get used to it. he gives you the same little reaction each time it comes up, shocked eyes staring into yours with a subtle pink dusting his cheeks.

“yes, you.” you nod in response, hand holding his face gently as you bring your other to his eyes. “close your eyes though.”

his eyes flutter shut with a gentle hum, allowing you to glide the liner across his lid as you pictured in your head.

he doesn’t flinch from the feeling of the ink. instead, he finds himself leaning into your touch. he likes how soft your hands are against his skin, and he likes the gentle way you do his makeup. in fact, corazon thinks he should ask you to do this more often.

the sound of your voice catches his attention again. “your skin is so clear too,” you say to yourself. “i wonder how though, with all the smoke it gets caught up in. you’re always so clumsy..”

a soft chuckle slips out in response, his lips tugging into a warm grin— a genuine one that he only shows around you.

now that he thinks about it, it wouldn’t be bad to be lectured by the love of his life— but only because he’s so addicted to the sound of you. in fact, maybe he loves that he’s so clumsy.

if it makes you laugh and grab his hand to tug him along, reminding him for the third time that day to be careful, then he’s perfectly fine with catching fire more often than he already does.

it’d be fine as long as it meant he could be close to you like this and hear your angelic voice again and again. he’d never grow tired of listening to you.

“i’m finished,” you beam, both hands cupping his face excitedly to you gaze at your work. he’s so pretty— just about any graphic liner you could imagine would look good on him.

“well—how do i look?” his fingers come up to flash a cheesy peace sign as his smile widens. “still pretty to you?”

he doesn’t know exactly what he was expecting when he asked a question he already knew the answer too, but cora easily melts into your touch as you let your fingertips gently trace down his cheeks before humming in reply.

“mhm. always pretty.”

he sucks in a breath, heat immediately returning to his cheeks. even if you’re the one calling him pretty, corazon thinks you’re the most beautiful to him. the way you are now, smiling and looking at him like he’s everything to you— he couldn’t ask for anything more.

“come here,” he smiles, “it’s my turn to do yours.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘

he wants you to be the one to tend to his injuries, and is willing to be very a little soft if it makes you happy.

content : flustered (and slightly vulnerable / insecure) bellamy, cuddling + sleeping !

“bellamy?”

the sweet sound of your voice catches his attention in a split second, pulling him out of his trance. you’re seated in front of him on the floor, face filled with worry as you get a closer look at his bandaged body.

“ah— your bandaid is coming off! let me help.”

bellamy jerks his head to the side, mentally cursing at himself for the way heat immediately rushes to his head at the sight of you caring so much. he definitely didn’t plan on looking so soft in front of you right off the bat. in fact, why are you so worried about the bandaid on his forehead anyways? it’s nothing you need to worry about.

“stay still, okay?” you coo, softly giggling when you catch a glimpse of the red dusting the tips of his ears. he grinds his teeth to fight the furious blush overtaking him, but freezes when you lean forward, even closer to him.

bellamy can feel his breath hitch in his throat when your thumbs slowly slide over the edges of his bandaid, sticking it back onto his forehead. “there. you’re all better now,” you say with a smile. “that didn’t hurt, did it?”

he really loves you because you’re like this. you’re always gentle with him, fingertips barely ghosting over his wide chest, looking up at him with so much concern in your eyes. is he really worth worrying over? he doesn’t want to make you sad like this. he’ll be fine. in fact, he wants to be the one taking care of you.

your eyes widen when you see the corners of his lips tug into a comedic pout, a face you never dreamed bellamy could even make. it’s because he doesn’t know what to do, or where to start. how did he end up with such a beautiful person tending to his injuries like this? what did he do to deserve it in the first place?

“are you embarrassed, bellamy?” you giggle, and he clicks his tongue loudly.

“no— you can go home now!” his voice is the same as always, not a hint of venom laced in his words, and the deepening flush of red across his cheeks only makes him that much cuter.

you gently cup his cheeks again with your smaller hands, smiling when he averts eye contact in attempt to dissipate the overbearing blush on his face. “i’m happy you’re okay,” you say.

“i— i don’t need your concern,” he grunts, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he glares at the floor beside you.

his eyes flicker back to yours when he notices the way your figure slumps a little, happy expression flattering for a second as you look at him. “hey…bellamy?”

he responds with a simple grunt, eyes focused on you. did he make you sad?

“‘s it okay if you hold me tonight?”

your voice comes out a little shakier than you expected, not like your usual self. you must have been really worried, he thinks, and his heart swells at the thought that the first thing you’d want is to be cuddled by a brute.

he clicks his tongue loudly, a stark contrast to the gentle way he pulls you into his chest, big arms wrapping around your body as he holds you flat against himself. “don’t say anything.”

“just…go to sleep already.”

the furious blush he thought faded rushes back to his face when you look up at him with a huge smile, your arms trying to wrap around as much as him as you can before nestling your head in his chest. “i love you, bellamy. im really glad you’re okay.”

“you shouldn’t get into such scary situations anymore.”

his embrace around you tightens slightly. he doesn’t want to worry you anymore. bellamy was sure of it— he wants to see that smile of yours more often. he wants to be the one taking care of you instead, and he was planning on making you smile like that for him more often.

“i won’t.” he responds flatly, but he truly means it from the bottom of his heart.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

he’s happy to spend time with you, even when you’re having a bad day and might not be the best company.

content : upset reader, kiri good at comfort, cuddles

“kiri, i’m in a bad mood.”

it comes out harsher than you had expected, but a warning nevertheless— a single sentence implying that he should leave before you accidentally hurt his feelings and feel even worse, but his smile doesn’t falter in the slightest. “that much is clear,” he says with a light chuckle, “you okay if i stay here though?”

you hug your legs closer to your body. “why would you wanna sit here when i’m mad?”

he looks at you the same way he always does, eyes only holding love in them, not a trace of any other emotion, as soon as they lock with yours. his gaze shifts to the side as he hums slowly, as if you’ve just asked him the weirdest question he’s ever heard. “well…today’s our date night, isn’t it? we’re supposed to do something fun.”

“you’re not gonna have fun next to me today,” you mutter under your breath. you feel bad, to say the least, bringing down the mood when your boyfriend seems to be so cheerful, but you can’t really help it. that’s why you told him you were in a bad mood after all.

he doesn’t respond to this, eagerly waiting for you to respond to his earlier question. with a grumble, you finally look at him.

“fine— you can stay.”

it doesn’t even take him a second for his lips to tug into a warm smile, pulling you up onto his lap as you squeal in response. his strong arms are wrapped snugly around your waist, gently rocking you side to side on the bed. “w-what are you doing?” you stammer.

he looks so happy, like he’s been waiting to be close to you like this for the entire day. “spending time with the love of my life,” he responds easily, head tucked into the crook of your neck as he sighs into it. “it’s not so bad, isn’t it?”

he knows you too well, and doesn’t miss the way you’re practically melting into his touch. on another day, you’d be the one to regularly initiate something like this, running up to him and hugging him with all your might.

that’s why he knows he can help you. he can lift your mood a little, and he’s overjoyed at that fact alone. he’s a pro-hero after all, it’s his job— but it doesn’t feel anything like a job, especially when it comes to helping you. it’s natural. it comes easily.

“you comfy?” he asks, smiling at the way your face is smooshed against his chest.

“‘m comfy.”

your voice is slightly muffled with the way you’re talking into his shirt, but he tightens his embrace around your figure anyways. “okay, that’s good.”

his mood never seems to be ruined by your own, you’ve noticed. kirishima has such a gentle heart, but you’ve never seen his smile falter when you’re upset. even when you have a rough day and don’t have the energy to return his warm embraces, he’ll hug you with a huge grin across his face anyways.

“why’re you so happy to be here?” you wonder aloud. “and i thought you were gonna go to the gym with bakugo.”

he hums in response before a nervous chuckle escapes his lips. “ah well— if i’m being honest, i missed you. it’s okay that you’re busy. i just wanted to do something for you.”

he averts his gaze to the side, rubbing circles into your back. and when you don’t respond, he continues. “i told bakugo that i was gonna stay with you tonight. i thought maybe i could cheer you up a bit, you know? you’ve been stressed.”

you pull back from his embrace to look at him, your lips slightly parted in surprise. “kiri— that’s really sweet..”

his grin widens just a bit, a gentle blush rising to his cheeks as he quickly shakes his head. “nah, i like being with you.”

“even if you’re mad,” he adds.

kirishima’s body seems to relax further into the mattress when you finally return his embrace, melting into him as he gentle rubs your back. “i love you, eiji.” you say with a smile.

“yeah? i love you even more.”

𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈

he looks forward to your cheers at every boxing match.

content : reader is called his cheerleader

ippo’s eyes desperately scan the crowd as he enters the ring. it doesn’t take him long to notice that you’re not in your usual spot, the top left of his side of the ring. he looks around the audience, loud cheers drowned out by his urgency to just have one glimpse of you.

where were you?

he isn’t used to fighting without you cheering him on. it’s your smile and support that prepares him best for his matches— he just wants to see you jumping up and down when he gets a good hit in. it’s not the same without you, the audience doesn’t feel as warm.

the barely audible call of his name doesn’t go unnoticed by the nervous boxer. he cranks his head to the right in one swift movement, eyes squinting until he finally sees you. you’re definitely not in your normal spot, but you’re standing closer to him, a lot closer to the ring.

the way his eyes brighten at the sight of you is adorable, you think. he lets out a deep breath that he didn’t even know he was holding, looking up at you with a cheery grin.

“i’ll win!” he mouths to you, hand coming up to nervously scratch the back of his head when you give him a little thumbs up in response. you’re always excited to watch him, well aware that ippo hasn’t lost a single match since you’ve started attending them.

he’s not quite sure if it’s because of the way he wants to make you happy by winning, or the way he absolutely does not want to see the worried look on your face if he loses, but regardless, he’s just happy you’re here. the reason isn’t worth him thinking about— you just happened to be his love and his favorite cheerleader at the same time.

and now that you’re up close, with such a clear view of his match, he was gonna do better than ever.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

he lets you take care of him when he’s sick.

content : stubborn law, kiss to his temple

“uh oh. is your fever rising?”

your fearsome captain shakes his head violently— as violently as one can with a fever of 104°F. his body nervously freezes in place when you narrow your eyes at him.

“i’m gonna check your temperature.”

“you don’t have to do that!” he retorts, immediately followed by a loud set of coughs.

his jaw is clenched when you place a cold hand on his forehead, scooting closer towards him to get a better feel for his temperature. “it’s hot, but i have no idea what your temperature is,” you admit with a small laugh.

“why aren’t you using a thermometer?” he sighs, pressing the back of his hand against his own forehead to check. doctor or not, he’s not sure if the sudden rise in temperature is because of his fever, or if it’s because you’re so damn close to him.

“law! raise your arm!”

he lifts his arm with an angry scowl, unknowingly giving you a perfect view of his muscles as you take his temperature. he’s sweating through his tank top, cloth sticking tightly to his chest as he breathed heavily.

“this position is embarrassing,” he grunts, eyeing the way you’re holding the thermometer in his armpit with pure disdain, but you ignore him anyways.

“i knew it. you have a pretty high fever, captain.”

“i could already tell!” he retorts, placing the thermometer on the table beside him. your curious hum catches his attention again. “captain?”

“what is it now?”

you press a gentle kiss into his temple, laughing at the noise of surprise he chokes out. “just a feel better kiss!” you assure him, eyes locked on the deepening blush across his face that he’s desperately fighting.

“stop that!” law flips over dramatically, blanket tossed over himself to cover the flushed tips of ears. you were going to be the death of him, he thinks. he’s a doctor, he doesn’t need you— of all people, to check his temperature.

he’s scowling under the sheets, unsure if he’s mad at the dry feeling in his throat or the persistent butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. lucky for him, he doesn’t have time to think about it anyways, because the sudden dip of his mattress grabs his attention once again.

law quickly flips back around, only to find you uncomfortably seated on the wooden floor, resting your head on his bed as your eyes flutter shut for a quick nap.

“hey— hey. listen.” he says, hand coming to tap your shoulder, but he decides pulls it back before he touches you— he doesn’t want to get you sick after all. he wants to keep you healthy, even if he can clearly tell that you don’t give a damn about that right now. “you can’t sleep there. it’s not comfortable.”

you open an eye, cheek still resting on the plush mattress. “huh? are you inviting me to sleep with you?”

“no, i’m sick— you have to stay away! why are you even here without a mask?”

“i wanna stay. i love you, law,” you say with a smile, giggling at the way he flushes even further.

“you never listen to me. you’re going to get sick,” he grunts angrily, but the gentle hand coming to rest on top of yours says otherwise.

with a sigh, he slumps back against his pillows in defeat. “go to sleep already.” his eyes close, finally deciding to get some well deserved rest.

unfortunately for him— it’s eerily quiet, and he grows uncomfortable with your silence quickly. deciding to open an eye to take a quick glance at you, regret fills his mind immediately, face bursting into yet another blush when he sees you.

your head is gently rested on top of his tattooed hand, innocently peering up at him through your lashes as you give him a small smile.

“don’t make that face!”

you don’t even have a chance to reply before part of his blanket is thrown across your face.

1K notes · View notes