I Love Smut And Everything But Where Is The Angst That Makes Me Wanna Cry And Die At The Same Time

long hair ichigo... FHFUIOFIUYHDU9OWPOIUWDYD

PLEASE HE HAS TO RETURN TO THE MULLET SOMEDAY

⚡︎CALL ME BIG DADDY WHEN YOU BACK THAT A$$ UP! 🍑》

◇how they react when you back that ass up on them🍑:

◇renji, izuru, ikkaku.

◇dividers by @/hitobaby.

◇minors, blank, ageless dni.

You were in the kitchen with Izuru cleaning up the dinner dishes.

While he washed the plates, you dried them and put them away.

Soon, a small grunt of frustration was leaving your lips as you tried to place the teacups on the shelf where they belonged.

Izuru often made the tea, and with him being 5'8", it was easier for him to reach up there than you.

"Do you need help, bluebell?" Your sweet, concerned husband asked while looking down at you with those big, pretty cornflower-colored eyes.

"Mhm." You nodded pitifully, though your lips curled into a devious smirk once he stepped behind you and grabbed the tea set from your hand.

Now he was in the perfect position for you to press your ass into his crotch and give it a teasing wiggle.

A soft, surprised 'oh' left his lips, almost making him drop the fine china.

"D-do...do you need to get by?"

His cheeks warmed instantly, little innocent mind thinking that you were trying to ease him out of the way to grab more dishes.

Being the little minx that you are, you laid flat against the counter, fully presenting the round globes of your ass to a shell-shocked Izuru.

And that was how you two ended up having sex on the kitchen floor....for the third time this week.

That little trick worked on him every single time.

Ikkaku slammed open the door to your shared bedroom with a curse.

His unreleased Hozokimaru waa snapped clean in two, the red feathery tuft at the end frazzled.

"What's wrong, 'kkaku?" You called out from your spot on the bed, eyes unmoving from the book spread open before you.

"Damned Yumichika. He pisses me the fuck off."

He discarded the broken staff and plopped onto the bed with you.

"'kkaku stop!" You giggled when he grabbed your left ankle and pulled you towards him. His hand landed a firm slap on your ass, the recoil making him bark out a laugh.

The position you were in made a wide grin cover Ikkaku's face, and knowing him as well as you did, you knew that he was staring at your ass.

So you scooted backwards until you felt your butt collide with his muscular thigh.

"Oh, you must be trying to fuck?"

With a roll of your eyes, you chuckled.

"You're such a pervert, Baldy."

"Me, a pervert, when you're presenting your ass to me like a full course meal?" He nipped the left cheek with his teeth and pushed you flush onto your stomach.

"Get ready, because I have a lot of frustration to release."

Renji and you were shopping in the World of the Living.

"Please tell me this is the last store, babe." He complained while lugging all of your bags on his tattooed arms effortlessly.

"This is the last store, babe," You said with a noncomittal wave of your hand, "let's look at these sundresses."

Renji's ears perked up at the mention of sundresses - his favorite article of clothing on you.

A perverted smirk crossed his lips when you pulled him into the dressing room with you.

His brown eyes never left your figure while you were changing and a very prominent tent began to form in his jeans.

You didn't realize how close he was actually standing until you felt his belt brush against your tailbone.

"Really?"

You gave him a look over your shoulder, which actually didn't help his erection in the slightest.

A blush spread from his forehead down to his nose and both cheeks.

His fingers gripped your hips, digging in and you reciprocated by pushing back against him; the soft material of the dress rubbing on him only made him harder.

"Ass so big, almost knocked me over." He laughed and you did as well.

"Ren, we can't do it in the store. Can't you wait until we're home?"

"Not my fault you look so damn sexy in these. Now, do your best to stay quiet unless you want to get kicked out of here."

just because viktor is disabled doesn’t mean he’s ace or unexperienced. im a firm believer that he’s actually a freak. LIKE COME ON LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME THAT HE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HE HAS A SECRET FREAKY SIDE

smiling ear to ear rn😋

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll, and after a LOT of voting, I present you this :) BIG thanks to @that-multi-fandom-hijabi for beta reading this go follow her writing acc rn (@novaaaaaa-writes). Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): Enemies to lovers trope, mentions of burning, stabbing, blood, bad descriptions of both fire of water (ice, snow ?) bending, Zuko is whipped, just a little confused about it, reader is a baddie, water benders unite (not me tho), reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind, reader looks non-threatening, is underestimated a lot, this takes place at the end of season one, I think that's it

Pairing: Prince Zuko x GN!Reader

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“You shouldn’t be here” you glare, your gaze sending shivers down his spine. 

But that could just be because of all the snow and ice surrounding the both of you. 

The fire prince remains unfazed though, his amber eyes sweeping over your form- assessing the threat you posed. 

He could take you down in seconds. 

Zuko doesn’t respond to your jab though, because he knew you were wrong. He had to be here, it was the only way he could finally receive his father’s favor- as the heir and as the son of Firelord Ozai. It was his duty, his honor. 

And he wasn’t going to let a non-threatening waterbender get in the way of that. 

Reaching back, he unsheathes his dual swords, the glint of the waning moonlight reflecting the dangerous glint in his eye. 

And yet you didn’t back down.  

Pooling some water from your waterskin, you assumed the stance you had trained yourself to take whenever you honed your skills. One with the water, one with the ice.  

‘Power should flow, not force itself” Master Pakku had told you once.  

People had always underestimated your skills, saying you were better suited for healing. But after showing Master Pakku how you could use your bending to control the falling snow around you, he gave you a chance.  

He had told you to let the power settle in your body before releasing, instead of forcing it out immediately. Conceal and then control. 

You met Zuko’s fiery gaze with an icy one of your own. You were going to protect your home.  

With a yell, you form flurries of snow, whipping around your form as you channel your strength to change the form of your flurry, snow turning to water, water turning to sharp daggers of pure ice.  

Zuko scowls, setting his hands ablaze and you run at each other, fire meeting ice.  

Time slows down, as the intensity of your elements picks up, until all you could hear was the steady thump – thump – thump – of your heart, and the roar of crystalline knives swirling around you. 

Flames lick the side of your leg, wincing as the raw burn of the fire sears through your skin in white-hot pain. Razor sharp icy shards cut into Zuko’s skin, finding chinks in his armor, piercing his flesh and drawing blood. 

The snow beneath the both of you was dotted red now, both of you staring at each other, panting heavily.  

“You really shouldn’t be here.” you repeat again, but this time, it was barely a whisper, swallowing down tears as the cold wind of the Northern Water Tribe stung your gaping wounds. 

Zuko growls, grunting in pain as he pulls a shard of ice out of his skin.“I don’t take orders from a little waterbender” he spat, venom dripping from his words. 

You reciprocate with a snide comment of your own. “This ‘little waterbender’ just sunk 5 icicles into your skin.” 

Zuko was just about ready to tear your head off, hands igniting with vermillion flames before you collapse, the burns along your thigh and calf were much more severe than either of you realized.  

You choke out a sob of pain but keep your control of the water left in your waterskin. You couldn’t die, not today, and not at the hands of the prince of the Fire Nation.  

Zuko’s heart throbs unexpectedly, the look on your face too familiar for comfort. The face of someone who worked so desperately hard, only for all that effort to go down the drain. But he didn’t care for you. He couldn’t- couldn’t grow attachment to a non-threatening waterbender. Yet you sat there on the snow, dotted with blood, with that raw look in your eyes. His flames extinguished, without him meaning to.  

You flinched as he threw his swords down frustrated, impaling themselves into the nearby snow mound, standing straight up. 

He stomps over to you, and you frantically move back, but your leg flares up in pain again, and you yelp, hissing in pain.

“Stop moving, you’ll make it worse.” he says, glaring at you, but not as intensely as he had before.  

You want to scream, kick him, punch him, anything, but your body betrays you as he sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you to the nearest place he can find, where he can keep you safe. You feel his strong arms hook under your knees and under your back, holding you securely to his firm chest. Even through his armor, he radiates warmth, a gentle heat, unlike the flames he threw at you merely minutes ago.  

He hates this, with every fiber in my being, his voice screaming at him to drop you and burn your frail body to a crisp, vengeance for the blood dripping from his own body, but he keeps moving, step after painstaking step. 

You try to stay awake, you really do, yet channeling so much energy from your battle, the numb throb in your lower leg, and the comforting heat radiating off the fire prince who refuses to look at you, you slip into unconsciousness.  

Zuko feels a weight press against his chest, and he huffs, honey-colored eyes catching onto the details of your face, the curve of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, the slight pout of your lips as you nuzzle into his armor unintentionally, how pretty you were when you were at peace. 

He stops himself there, reprimanding himself for thinking such things. He can’t have feelings for the enemy. 

And yet, even as he and his troops head home, battle wearing and dejected from the loss of a major battle, Zuko can’t help but think about his little waterbender.  

*** 

When you wake up, the kind woman tending to you tells you all about the mysterious and handsome man who carried your sleeping form across the entire Northern Water Tribe because he didn’t know where the healing center was.  

im rewatching bleach because im nostalgic like that (and tbh i never got too far past the soul society arc okay) but like. man. i really hope the whole "ichigo ends with orihime" things isn't true because watching ichigo learning how to fight and use his power and determination LITERALLY with only rukia on his mind drives me insane. they were in love. i don't care what people say they were literally the most important thing for each other at that point. rukia talked about ichigo the whole time she was imprisoned. they motivated each other to keep going. what the FUCK. how could they change each other like this. how could they make each other better. i refuse to believe they weren't endgame come on😭

Babe, listen

Your fic isn’t a flop, it’s a cult classic. Only the coolest freaks like it, don’t worry about it, it’s great.

Happy birthday, No. 1!! 🧩🎉

"do you like cigarettes after sex?" he asks as you nodded, getting excited. "you like cas too!? what's your favourite song!?" you exclaimed in excitement. little does he know, he's not talking about the band, but you are. "what do you mean favourite song? i like cigarettes-after-sex." you raised a brow at his words. then your excitement faded and a frown makes its debut. "oh. you meant smoking literal cigarettes after doing the ahem ahem." and that has him all confused.

kaldo gehenna, shinji hirako, shido ryusei, michael kaiser, kishibe, shunsui kyoraku, oliver aiku, renatus revol, keigo takami, touya todoroki.

note. bc i didn't get to buy cas tickets for their x's tour 💔

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i like him i like this guy i do not care that he’s insane in the membrane he gives me gender envy i want to shake him around lovingly