Requestings; take 1

4 daigranon; Here's your Lampin. 8D

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It might have been the middle of the day. It might have been the dead of the night. And it might have been Lambo tripping over his own feet. Might have been all I-Pin's fault.

They were on the ground now; clothes scattered all around. I-Pin was on top and Lambo had both of his eyes closed, because she was touching and kissing and his hands were up under her dress shirt. These days, moments like this didn't last. All that mattered was the touch, the kiss, the... oh.

Lambo pulled her close; tightened his grip to not lose her.

Requestings; take 2

4 nochick_fics; Your RenIchi. 8D

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Ichigo groaned, writhing under Renji in a way he'd never imagined himself doing, but the redhead was quite relentless. Hot breath down his neck, one calloused hand holding him down, another – rubbing and stroking, and Ichigo couldn't put two thoughts together.
It didn't matter that Yoruichi might happen upon them any other minute because they were supposed to be training now; and for a terrible moment Rukia didn't matter either. Ichigo dared not glance at his unexpected ally; face flush with shame and need, because no man was supposed to touch him like this.
Didn't make it less real, though.

Requestings; take 3

daigranon, again. Your Shinji!fail.

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"This sucks" was a very fitting way to describe his current situation, Shinji decided, sitting in a Chemistry lesson.

Enrolling into Karakura High had been a good plan.

In the beginning.

Until it had turned out that he had to actually attend his classes.

Ichigo, of course, wasn't thrilled to see him there. Shinji wasn't thrilled to be there, either. One of the many reasons was Hiyori; the other – this teacher.
Shinji made faces at him, promptly landing a detention. Was going to skip that, anyway.

Right now he only had one concern: how much damage before he got expelled?