My life's work, in pieces - mayuri & nemu kurotsuchi
wrapped in roses - shunsui kyoraku
the key - shunsui kyoraku x reader
Happy Birthday, Tessai - multiple characters
yours, always - shunsui kyoraku x reader
What Lies Underneath - sousuke aizen x reader
Deep Breaths - jushiro ukitake x reader
smut:
wake up, little girl - kenpachi zaraki x reader
My lady, my lady - kisuke urahara x reader
dream of me - ichigo kurosaki x reader
things learnt - byakuya kuchiki x reader
Stay still so i can see - shuhei hisagi x reader
this is because they write with their mind penis and have terrible childhoods and horrible luck, which seems to be the key factor in writing shakespeare level smut
❤︎ pairing: shunsui kyoraku x f reader : readers physical description is not specified.
𓇬 drabble challenge, 100 words for my man cause i miss him 𓇬
warnings: 18+ suggestive. word count: 100
The night air was heavy and damp in late summer and the cries of cicadas echoed in through the open shoji.
A dim orange glow from the lanterns cast shadows along the walls, while the scent of incense and musk hung in the air, thick and sweet.
The heat of your body was a sharp contrast against the cool silk of the futon and sheets; the sake dripped warm against your skin as rivulets slid down to the divot between your breasts.
But it was the heat of his tongue and the scrape of stubble that followed which left you shivering.
❤︎ pairing: nanami kento x gn reader. readers physical description is not specified.
𓇬 part 5 of: romancing suburbia 𓇬
warnings: fluff. established relationship. word count: 490
The first rays of early-morning sun spilled into the room; through the cracked window you could hear birds chirping and smell the spring air. Kento was sitting on the couch, and you were curled up at his side.
He was deeply engrossed in a novel, coffee mug in hand, while your own sat steaming and abandoned on the low table in front of the couch.
"Baby, your coffee is getting cold," he murmured, watching the steam slowly dissipate from the mug.
You groaned softly in response, pulling the blanket up to your chin, having fallen back into the warm liminal space between waking and sleeping.
It was the weekend, but Kento had still gotten up at his usual time to go about his morning routine, and that had left the bed too cold and empty for your liking.
Naturally, you had to follow him downstairs, even though you weren't quite ready to wake up, which meant he was already dressed for the day, wide awake and rested, while you were still in your robe with heavy eyes and unruly hair.
"Should I carry you back to bed?" he offered, setting his coffee down and rubbing your back gently with his now free hand.
You mumbled out a response, something along the lines of:
"Mhmmm… 'm comfy here..."
"If you say so," he smirked, wrapping his arm tight around you; he shifted his attention back to his book while you drifted off to sleep.
When you woke again, Kento was almost halfway through said book, and you had been drooling onto his shirt, though he didn't seem to care. Wiping your mouth, you rolled over and sat up with a yawn.
"Welcome back," he said, reaching out to brush some hair away from your face.
Your eyes were squinted shut against the brightness of the mid-morning sun, your lips and cheeks slightly puffy with sleep, and two deep lines leftover from leaning against the seams of his clothes marked one cheek, but still he looked at you with an expression that was somewhere between total adoration and slight amusement.
"What time is it?" you murmured, noting how you felt much more rested than before. Kento glanced at his watch.
"Ten thirty."
"Mhmm…" you hummed, rubbing your eyes absently.
Despite your best efforts, waking during the single-digit hours just didn't suit you. You then remembered your coffee, and, reaching over, you touched the side of the mug to find it had indeed gone cold.
Before you could say anything, Kento was already setting his book aside and taking up your mug in hand.
"Don't worry, I will get you a fresh cup and a snack," he said, patting your leg before getting up and making his way out to the kitchen.
You nodded, settling into the couch with your blanket; you couldn't help but smile a little. Early mornings may not be your thing, but Kento made them just a bit better.
