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it's a wagon with the band
Can't guarantee any of these will get done. Because. Uh. I can't write porn. But.
Give me a series/pairing and an emotion, and I'll write at least two paragraphs of smut.
Give me a series/pairing and an emotion, and I'll write at least two paragraphs of smut.
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Byakuya/Stick up his arseRenji/Rukia: Mocking
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“…you CRAZY FUCKING--”
“Ah!” Rukia gazed down at him, two fingers still extended in the shape of the seal that had left his arms locked over his friggin’ head. “Such an honor, Captain-dono! Such a privilege! That you should allow me see you in such a state of…”
Her eyes traveled over him, slowly, lingering particularly over his chest and his throat, then drifting down. Renji shifted, not out of modesty—hell if he had any of that-- but out of spite.
“…such a state,” concluded Rukia, looking a touch disappointed.
“I’ll kill you.”
“…you could try to look a little more uncomfortable.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“It isn’t that cold!”
“You,” said Renji. “And your goddamn rabbit.”
This was crossing a line. Rukia’s eyes flashed pale. “You would threaten Chappy…!” She raised her chin-- and her hand, as though considering going for his eyes-- then settled for something cleaner and more dignified. Which was squatting down across from him, tipping her head, and smirking, coolly. She smelled like snow and sweat and scented pink pens. Renji made a snap at her with his teeth. She pulled her head back, just out of range.
“Mm. No,” she whispered, “Fool.”
And he called her a bitch as his groin gave a telltale twitch in response.
Rukia gazed at him curiously. She had him, damn her.
“Oh, Captain-dono!” she exclaimed. So blithe Renji wasn’t sure if he was planning to strangle her or what the next chance he got. And he was hard, so this was becoming a tough call. “…I had no idea you responded so well to compliments!”
Yeah, decided Renji as her hand wrapped around his dick, there would be death. Definitely death, and a whole lot of it. As soon he got his arms free...