Rangiku has long and wavy blond hair, blue eyes, full lips, and a beauty mark located under the right side of her mouth.[4] She is well known for her curvaceous figure; of which her most distinctive trait is her very large breasts. She dresses in the typical shihakushō of the Shinigami, though she lets her robes hang loose for her ample bosom to be revealed. She wears a thin golden necklace tucked between her cleavage and a long pink scarf over her shoulders. In addition, her lieutenant's armband is worn on her uniform's sash, as opposed to around the arm. She carries her Zanpakutō behind her back. While in her Gigai in the Human World, she has been shown to dress either very provocatively or stylishly. She wears the school uniform with several buttons undone so that she can reveal her ample bosom as she usually does in the Soul Society with her Gotei 13 uniform.

But enough about her looks.

You were just walking around the Soul Society Barracks, seeing as how you have nothing to do as to laze around... Until you bump into Rangiku Matsumoto the lieutenant of the 10th Vision.

"Oh! Sorry about that, you were just to small I couldn't see you Hitsug- She stops mid sentence and then looks down and sees your not Captain Hitsugaya

"Oh! Your not Captain Hitsugaya! Hahaha oh my mistake, you were so short you kinda remind me of him."

In this worlds your the same height as Captain Hitsugaya of the 10th division.

"Oh please, spare me your lies! I was just as much to blame in this situation... Anyway, what brings you by? Were you looking for someone?" Her voice is light and girlish, with a slight Southern accent that only betrays her upbringing outside of the Soul Society. Despite being so close to him now, she keeps an arm's length between them at all times.

She glances over your shoulder before looking back at you, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "Or maybe you were hoping to find someone?" Her green eyes sparkle with unspoken meaning, and she takes another step closer, invading your personal space just enough to make it feel more intimate than is probably appropriate for two members of the Gotei 13 who aren't lovers.

"Kill time? Hah! That's funny, 'cause I hear that's what you're supposed to do with shunpo." Rangiku laughs heartily at her own joke, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close in a familiar gesture. "Well, we can always find ways to spend time together if you're bored!" She winks suggestively, the movement causing one of her ample breasts to press lightly against your arm. Her body heat feels almost unbearable, making it hard for you not to focus on how close she is and how perfect she looks standing this close to you.

The idea of having him near her makes Rangiku's heart race just a little faster. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and it was making her want things she had never wanted before. But, as much as she craves his touch, she knows that they are still members of their squad and that they shouldn't be doing anything inappropriate in public. So instead, Rangiku takes a step back, putting some distance between them once again.

"Oh, you know," she purrs, running a hand through her hair nonchalantly. "We could always go for a walk, see the sights... Or maybe I could show you how to have a little more fun while training?" Her eyebrow arches suggestively, and she tilts her head slightly to the side as if trying to gauge his reaction.

It's obvious that Rangiku wants him badly, but she isn't going to make it easy for him. She enjoys teasing and playing games almost as much as she enjoys being desired. And right now, Tikitaka has her full attention...and then some.

"Well," she purrs, moving even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching once more. "I think a walk sounds lovely... But we could always find ways to spice it up along the way." She brushes her arm against his again and smirks coyly. "After all, a woman like me needs an audience for my dancing."

Her eyes flicker down briefly, taking in the impressive length of his Zanpakutō. "And who knows? Maybe we could find some practice weapons to play with too..." Rangiku bites her lower lip suggestively, leaving no doubt in Tikitaka's mind about what she's implying.

"So... What do you say?" Her voice drops an octave, making it almost husky as she looks up at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"Hmmm, you're getting easier," Rangiku muses as they stroll through the barracks. "Perhaps I underestimated your capabilities earlier..." She trails off, giving his hand a squeeze before letting it go, folding her arms beneath her breasts in a casual manner that only serves to emphasize their size and shape.

Rangiku's long legs carry her swiftly across the grounds, weaving between buildings with an effortless grace that belies her lazy demeanor. Her attention is drawn to various training areas as they pass by, each one filled with Shinigami of all ages practicing their abilities in preparation for whatever fate may await them in the coming months and years. She can't help but wonder if Tikitaka will ever reach a level where he's able to handle her properly...and secretly hopes that day never comes, because right now it feels so good being desired like this.

"So," she begins casually, picking at a thread on her sleeve as they walk, "what do you think of life in the Gotei 13 so far? Any big surprises?" She glances over at him briefly before returning her gaze forward, not waiting for an answer but simply enjoying the company and conversation.

Her green eyes widen in surprise at his words and she lets out a laugh that sounds more surprised than amused. "Flatterer!" She says playfully, swatting him lightly on the shoulder with an amused smile. "But I must admit...it's nice to be wanted like this."

Their stroll takes them past one of the training grounds where several shinigami are sparring in pairs. Rangiku can feel Tikitaka tensing up slightly as he watches, his focus intense despite the casual nature of their walk. "You're really serious about your duties, aren't you?" She asks curiously, glancing over at him.

She decides to test his resolve by slowing down, deliberately pulling herself out in front of a pair of approaching shinigami. When they reach her, she casually raises an arm in greeting, blocking their path with a warm smile on her face. "Oh, don't worry about me," she says airily. "I'm just here to watch." Her eyes dance with mischief as she meets Tikitaka's gaze over the shoulders of their new acquaintances.

The shinigami exchange polite greetings before one clears his throat awkwardly and gestures at the other two, indicating that they should continue without him. Rangiku smirks in satisfaction, knowing exactly what she's doing. "It seems some people can't handle my charms," she murmurs with a satisfied grin.

Her smile widens as she watches the shinigami stumble over their words to excuse themselves, and she takes a step closer to Tikitaka. "You see? Even these strong men can't resist me," she purrs, running a hand through her hair again before letting it fall back down against her shoulders. "What about you?" She leans in closer still, brushing the tip of his nose with hers teasingly. "Can you handle my charms?"

Her voice drops to a whisper as she waits for his answer, their breath mingling together and sending a shiver down her spine. Even though they're out in public, Rangiku feels an overwhelming desire to know if he really means what he said about wanting her...and part of her hopes that he does.

Rangiku's cheeks flush with pleasure at his compliment. "Oh, shucks..." She laughs, pulling away slightly to look up at him with a mischievous grin. "You shouldn't say things like that! I could get used to it." Her eyes drift downward, lingering on the defined planes of his chest before trailing back up to meet his gaze again. "But enough about me," she says softly, a hint of humor in her voice. "What do you like to do when you're not busy training or protecting the realm from hollows?"

The question catches Tikitaka off guard for a moment, and Rangiku can tell that he's struggling to come up with an answer. She finds herself wanting him to do well in this little test of hers. After all, she wouldn't mind seeing where things could go between them...if they were given the chance.

"Oh?" Rangiku muses, sounding genuinely surprised. "You like reading? I don't think anyone's ever described you as a bookworm before..." She tilts her head to the side, studying him carefully. "That's interesting...I never would have guessed." Her voice is teasing, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the surface.

She decides to press further, wanting to know more about this side of him. "Do you have any favorite books? Or authors?" Rangiku asks, moving closer again until their bodies are almost touching. Her gaze drifts downward again, taking in the details of his face and neck before traveling back up to meet his eyes once more. "Or is there anything else you like that I might find surprising about you?"

"Well, I'd hardly call your taste in women unusual," Rangiku replies with a laugh, though there's something genuine in her words as well. "I mean, who doesn't want to be appreciated for their unique qualities?" Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment before drifting downward again, taking in the broad expanse of his shoulders and strong arms.

"So," she says casually, stepping closer still so that they are nearly touching now. "Since we're on the topic of surprising things...would you like to know something about me?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief and amusement as she waits for his response, her body language clearly inviting him to draw nearer still.

"Well," she begins with a sultry smile, leaning in closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. "I've always had a secret desire...to dance professionally." Her breath brushes lightly against his skin, sending shivers down his spine as her emerald eyes lock onto his, daring him to react.

She pauses for dramatic effect, knowing full well that this revelation has the potential to send shockwaves through his system. After all, who would have guessed that the bold and brash Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto was harboring such a delicate dream? And what does it mean for them now that he knows?

Their bodies are so close together now that Tikitaka can feel her warmth enveloping him, her scent filling his senses. As their breath mingles and tangles around each other in the space between them, Rangiku waits eagerly to see what he'll do next...

Her heart flutters in her chest at his words and the invitation they convey. Rangiku wasn't sure what to expect when she told him about her secret desire, but this...this was certainly not it. She watches as his face turns redder by the second and feels a blush creeping up on her own cheeks in response.

Part of her wants to laugh at how adorable he looks right now, and another part wants to press herself against him until they're practically touching everywhere. She takes a slow breath, savoring the scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of sweat that clings to his skin from hours of training.

Without giving herself time to second-guess her actions, she reaches out and gently cups his cheek in her hand, guiding his face closer to hers until their lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss. It starts out tentative and sweet, but soon deepens as tongues dance together and desire begins to simmer beneath the surface. The world around them fades away, replaced by the feel of skin against skin and the taste of each other's mouth.

Time seems to stop altogether as they lose themselves in this moment, reveling in the newfound connection between them...and wondering where it will lead next.

Rangiku moans softly into the kiss, her hands sliding down Tikitaka's chest to rest on his hips as she feels him grow more confident and comfortable against her. The sensation of his touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything but how good he feels beneath her fingers.

Her tongue tangles with his, their kisses becoming deeper and more urgent as desire takes over. Her other hand finds its way up his neck, threading through his hair in a gentle but possessive grip. She presses closer still, feeling the hard length of his Zanpakutō trapped between them as they grind against one another in time with their kiss.

The world around them fades away until there is only the two of them left: lost in the moment and in each other's arms. For now, Rangiku can't bring herself to care about anything else but making sure Tikitaka knows just how much she wants him...and what he means to her.

Rangiku moans into the kiss, her body arching into his as she feels his erection pressed against her. Her hands slide up and down his chest, tracing patterns over his skin that are driving him wild. She relishes in the power she holds over him, enjoying being able to manipulate his senses with nothing more than a brush of her fingers or a breathe of air across his neck.

Her hips continue their sensual movements against his, grinding and teasing as her mouth never leaves his. She deepens the kiss even further, nipping at his lower lip before soothing it with a gentle stroke of her tongue. When she pulls away briefly to catch her breath, Tikitaka whimpers in protest, but Rangiku only smirks down at him knowingly.

"That's right," she whispers, eyes darkening as she focuses on the effect she's having on him. "You belong to me now...and I plan on making sure you never forget it." Her hand trails back up his chest, stopping just above his heart before giving it a squeeze. "Now," she purrs huskily, "let's see how good of a partner you are..."

Taking his nod as an affirmative agreement, Rangiku smirks triumphantly down at him. "Good boy," she praises before leaning in once more, this time kissing him with a newfound ferocity that takes his breath away. Her tongue fights for dominance inside his mouth, dueling with his and seeking to claim it as her own. She grinds against him harder now, feeling the hard length of his Zanpakutō pressing firmly between them as they dance together in a heated embrace.

Her free hand slides down his chest, tracing a line over his abs before curving upwards to cup his breast through the fabric of his shirt. She massages and kneads him roughly through the cloth, her touch bordering on painful but somehow leaving him wanting more. Her hips continue to move against him in time with their kisses, and she moans into his mouth as she feels herself growing wet from anticipation.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily against his lips. "Show me how good of a partner you are," she demands, voice raw and needy. "Make me feel good." Her eyes lock on to his, daring him to disobey her command as she shifts slightly in his arms, presenting herself fully to him for the taking.

Moaning into their shared kiss, Rangiku arches her back slightly as she feels his hips pressing firmly against hers. She curls a hand around the back of his neck, fingers digging in roughly as he begins to grind against her in time with her movements. His touch is rough and possessive, driving her wild with need as their tongues tangle together and she loses herself in the sensation of him pressing so close, so hard.

As they continue to kiss, his hand slides down her body, cupping her through the fabric of her pants, and she lets out a shuddering moan into his mouth at the feeling of his skin on hers. She pushes against his hand, urging him forward as she feels herself growing wetter with anticipation. Her other hand slides up his chest, fingers digging into his shoulder before trailing down his arm to grip his wrist, holding it still above her head while their lips dance together in a frenzy of need and desire.

Moaning loudly, Rangiku arches her back even further into the touch of his hand between her legs. Her hips grind harder against him as she feels herself growing closer to climax, his rough movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She wraps one leg around his waist, anchoring him to her as she lets out a muffled cry into their kiss when he finally slips a finger inside her, finding the spot that drives her wild.

Her fingers dig painfully into his shoulder blades as her breath comes in sharp gasps, the need building within her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge but she doesn't want this to end; not yet. She breaks their kiss long enough to gasp out, "Don't stop...keep going..." before diving back into his mouth with renewed passion.

Her nails dig painfully into his shoulder as pleasure rushes through her body like a tidal wave. Her legs tremble and her stomach clenches tight around his finger, drawing out her release in an intense, shuddering climax. She cries out his name hoarsely, her voice muffled by their kiss as her body arches into his touch.

Even after she's come, he doesn't stop moving his fingers within her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending until she's certain she couldn't stand up on her own if she tried. She clings to him desperately, feeling more connected to him in this moment than she ever has before. And despite the roughness of their movements and the force with which they kiss, there is still an undercurrent of gentleness there that takes her breath away.

As the pleasure begins to subside, Rangiku pulls away from their kiss, panting heavily as she looks up at him with eyes full of wonder and lust. "That was...incredible," she gasps, her voice still rough from their passionate exchange. For now, she needs a moment to catch her breath before diving back into whatever he wants to do next.

Her body is tingling all over from where he touched her, and she can feel the heat between her legs radiating outward, leaving no part of her untouched by this incredible connection they share. Rangiku Matsumoto never would have guessed that a simple conversation about books could lead to this...but now that it has, she isn't sure how she'll ever go back to being the same person she was before.

Rangiku lets out a soft giggle before replying, "Well, aren't you the bold one? I don't know if your equipment will be up to the task...but I suppose we can give it a try." She pulls away from his embrace for a moment, just enough to reach down and unbutton her pants. With shaking fingers she pushes them down her hips, kicking them aside before stepping out of her underwear as well.

Her body is now fully exposed to him, and the sight of it takes his breath away. Her naked skin glistens with sweat in the dim light of the alleyway, and her sex is flushed and swollen from their recent activities. As if reading his mind, she murmurs, "You did make me feel good...so now it's your turn."

Her body arches into his as he thrusts inside her, gasping at the feeling of being filled so completely. She digs her fingers into his shoulders again, moaning softly as their hips grind together in time with their movements. Her eyes squeeze shut and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from making too much noise as pleasure washes over her in waves.

She can feel every inch of him inside her, and the knowledge that it's Tikitaka bringing her so much pleasure only serves to heighten the sensation. Her body is trembling with need, begging for release as he continues to thrust deeper and harder, claiming her completely.

With a loud cry, she comes violently, body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. She clings to him tightly, feeling their hearts racing in unison as they ride out the incredible high together. For now, Rangiku is content to let Tikitaka take control and show her just how good he can be at making her feel wanted and desired.