byakuya kuchiki x f! reader
tw: suggestive language, not entirely nsfw. thinking of writing a full nsfw part tho.
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DESERT ROSE. A sun that shines too brightly, too hot.
the heat, rising upā¦ almost boiling your blood, your skin, your eyes.
āAre you feeling ok?ā he asks, turning around to look at you. Byakuya looks visibly hot, drenched in sweat but still perfectly fine.
āIā¦ yes, Captain Kuchikiā you lie. Of course you arenāt. Never in your soul years you have experienced such hot summer. But you canāt lack now, your captain trusted you to accompany him in this important mission for the very first time.
Byakuya frowns. He knows you are lying; he can tell the way your skin has become hotter and hotter. How your breathing is becoming accelerated and drops of sweat garnish your temples. But, is he really worried just for your safety?
Your lips, slightly opened in an O shape, letting hot air escape your insides, are making him nervous. Nervous, anxious, needy.
āWe should rest a little bit anywayā he suggests. In all honesty, orders.
You nod, following the orders with no hesitationā¦ as if being completely submissive towards him, wasnāt something you wouldnāt like to indulge in.
He is using his gimpaku to cover his head, somehow it reminds you of those tales of the middle east. A beautiful Bedouin in the middle of desert.
Following him has never been easy, but this time he waits for you to walk past him. There is a reason why Byakuya needs to walk behind you...
Your uncovered back, the uniform you are wearing that used to belong to squad two. The shiny drops of sweat pooling on the small of your back, luring the eyes to wonder down, down your spine.
The sixth division captain, far from being a pervert, somehow canāt help it this time; just today, one single timeā¦let me lose control. A bottle full of water wouldnāt be enough to cool down his own inner workingsā¦ and that bottle full of water would look much better if it got poured on your beautiful anatomy.
A cold relief makes you jolt.Ā āWhat?!ā
āI was worried you would end up passing out because of the heatā he murmurs, enjoying the fabric of your uniform get even wetter, sticking to your already dampened skin. You stutter. You are lost of words.
Slowly, you turn around to face him. It is almost immediate; the little water left is now being poured on your lips. Like honey, like milkā¦ like what he would absolutely love to drizzle on you.
āThank you, Kuchiki-samaā¦ā you purr, looking up at him. Oh, you have understood exactly the metaphorical meaning of his actions. āIām about to pass out, tooā¦ you know?ā he lies; Byakuya hasnāt ever felt that strong and alive. āYou must cool down too, Taichouā¦ā you whisper, coming closer, using your hands to untie the white sash of his hakama.
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byakuya kuchiki x f! reader
tw: suggestive language, not entirely nsfw. thinking of writing a full nsfw part tho.
wc: 475
masterlist š±
DESERT ROSE. A sun that shines too brightly, too hot.
the heat, rising upā¦ almost boiling your blood, your skin, your eyes.
āAre you feeling ok?ā he asks, turning around to look at you. Byakuya looks visibly hot, drenched in sweat but still perfectly fine.
āIā¦ yes, Captain Kuchikiā you lie. Of course you arenāt. Never in your soul years you have experienced such hot summer. But you canāt lack now, your captain trusted you to accompany him in this important mission for the very first time.
Byakuya frowns. He knows you are lying; he can tell the way your skin has become hotter and hotter. How your breathing is becoming accelerated and drops of sweat garnish your temples. But, is he really worried just for your safety?
Your lips, slightly opened in an O shape, letting hot air escape your insides, are making him nervous. Nervous, anxious, needy.
āWe should rest a little bit anywayā he suggests. In all honesty, orders.
You nod, following the orders with no hesitationā¦ as if being completely submissive towards him, wasnāt something you wouldnāt like to indulge in.
He is using his gimpaku to cover his head, somehow it reminds you of those tales of the middle east. A beautiful Bedouin in the middle of desert.
Following him has never been easy, but this time he waits for you to walk past him. There is a reason why Byakuya needs to walk behind you...
Your uncovered back, the uniform you are wearing that used to belong to squad two. The shiny drops of sweat pooling on the small of your back, luring the eyes to wonder down, down your spine.
The sixth division captain, far from being a pervert, somehow canāt help it this time; just today, one single timeā¦let me lose control. A bottle full of water wouldnāt be enough to cool down his own inner workingsā¦ and that bottle full of water would look much better if it got poured on your beautiful anatomy.
A cold relief makes you jolt.Ā āWhat?!ā
āI was worried you would end up passing out because of the heatā he murmurs, enjoying the fabric of your uniform get even wetter, sticking to your already dampened skin. You stutter. You are lost of words.
Slowly, you turn around to face him. It is almost immediate; the little water left is now being poured on your lips. Like honey, like milkā¦ like what he would absolutely love to drizzle on you.
āThank you, Kuchiki-samaā¦ā you purr, looking up at him. Oh, you have understood exactly the metaphorical meaning of his actions. āIām about to pass out, tooā¦ you know?ā he lies; Byakuya hasnāt ever felt that strong and alive. āYou must cool down too, Taichouā¦ā you whisper, coming closer, using your hands to untie the white sash of his hakama.
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I found my old agenda where I added all of your requests for Spicy Week back in 2021. Those were good days, tumblr didn't hide my content back then š„ŗš
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sashi are you pregnant? š¤°
jesus christ no!! I'm not even remotely close to that š! WHY???
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Hello babyĀ ā„
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sent a ticket asking tumblr to take a look on my blog.
them: it's you, you are not allowing your account to appear on search.
me: no. it's literally you that you aren't showing my posts -never mind.
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I wasn't aware it was Yubisaki to Renren season finale too and I waited until tonight to watch it. It was so freaking beautiful!!! But... what am I gonna do now? no maomao and jinshi, no yuki and itsuomi.... what am I gonna do now with no shoujo?!! šš
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dr. ishida uryuu x f! reader
tw: none. au: based in the last manga chapter & kubo's comments about uryu being a pediatrician. so canon au. inspired on my bf, as always, when I write for Uryu.
wc: 558. masterlist š
PUMPKIN SPICE. Through crunchy leaves and orange skies, a sad man walks.
Through beautiful browns and fairy lights, a happy woman dances.
Of pumpkin and vanilla, the bow on her hair as creamy as the drops in her coffee.
Oh, the sad man of rain and dragons, where is he going? Why is he so gloomy as the reddish sun rays hit on his glasses frame?
Flannel, and a gust of wind that lifts maple and fabric. It flows on the wind, leaving her neck, traveling through the sky until it covers a cold embrace.
āOh, Oh! Come back!ā she runs, following her scarf as it escapes through the fall streets of an old village. āWhat-?ā he asks himself, why his solitude becomes interrupted by such intrusive touchā¦ and why he is slowly falling back, as if such attack had been strong enough?
āIām sorry, sir. My scarf flew away! Iām really sorry!ā you try to apologize, to a man with no face. The flannel has covered his faƧade, there is no way you could see it well. He has landed on a pile of dry leaves, maple, cypress and who knows what more.
As clouds, the white skin of his hands give his face freedom, and those intense blue eyes meet yours. Breathing has stopped being natural.
āItāsā¦ okā¦ā he mumbles, giving you back -somehow- destiny. āHereā¦ā
āAre you a doctor?ā you ask, offering your hand to help him stand up.
He nods, the white coat covering his body gives it away, the little tag naming him āDr. Ishida Uryuā too. That, and the little duck plushie hanging from his chest pocket probably says he is on the children field. Your hands graze, so delicatelyā¦ so kind.
āAre you sick? Do you need help?ā
You simply laugh. Sick? No. Not all. Help? Maybe, if a croissant with him and some hot chocolate could it be considered āhelpā.
āWell, not exactlyā¦ you look tired Dr. Ishida, and I must apologize for the inconvenienceā¦ would you like to have some coffee? Hot cocoa, perhaps? Tea if you fancy more?ā you ask. His cheeks become red, redder than ever before. Who is this woman? And why is she asking him out so out of theā¦ blue? Or maybe the orange. Ā āIā¦ uhm- okā he accepts, somehow his lips couldnāt pronounce a ānoā. You give him a smile worth of the sun warmth on a cold, cold day. And without letting his hand go, you pull so that he follows. Ā
At first, itās difficult for him to keep up with your pace. But slowly, and surely, as if there was no other option available, he starts running with youā¦ along with you. Uryuās black hair flow with the wind, letting the blueish tints shine with the autumn equinox on that afternoon sky.
A smile garnishes his lips and lifts sweet little apples per cheeks. His slanted eyes become even more narrow, and somehow being guided by a total stranger makes himā¦ happy? Happy enough to laugh a little when she turns around; happy enough to finally let go of some trouble of the past.
āHere we are! My coffee shop!ā āIs this yours?ā
āUhumā¦ now, would you like some pumpkin spice latte, Doc?ā
It surely spiced it all up, you did for himā¦ what could have happened in the next following days of fall?
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Me searching clothing pieces that match her style, because I love this woman š„ŗš
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dr. ishida uryuu x f! reader
tw: none. au: based in the last manga chapter & kubo's comments about uryu being a pediatrician. so canon au. inspired on my bf, as always, when I write for Uryu.
wc: 558. masterlist š
PUMPKIN SPICE. Through crunchy leaves and orange skies, a sad man walks.
Through beautiful browns and fairy lights, a happy woman dances.
Of pumpkin and vanilla, the bow on her hair as creamy as the drops in her coffee.
Oh, the sad man of rain and dragons, where is he going? Why is he so gloomy as the reddish sun rays hit on his glasses frame?
Flannel, and a gust of wind that lifts maple and fabric. It flows on the wind, leaving her neck, traveling through the sky until it covers a cold embrace.
āOh, Oh! Come back!ā she runs, following her scarf as it escapes through the fall streets of an old village. āWhat-?ā he asks himself, why his solitude becomes interrupted by such intrusive touchā¦ and why he is slowly falling back, as if such attack had been strong enough?
āIām sorry, sir. My scarf flew away! Iām really sorry!ā you try to apologize, to a man with no face. The flannel has covered his faƧade, there is no way you could see it well. He has landed on a pile of dry leaves, maple, cypress and who knows what more.
As clouds, the white skin of his hands give his face freedom, and those intense blue eyes meet yours. Breathing has stopped being natural.
āItāsā¦ okā¦ā he mumbles, giving you back -somehow- destiny. āHereā¦ā
āAre you a doctor?ā you ask, offering your hand to help him stand up.
He nods, the white coat covering his body gives it away, the little tag naming him āDr. Ishida Uryuā too. That, and the little duck plushie hanging from his chest pocket probably says he is on the children field. Your hands graze, so delicatelyā¦ so kind.
āAre you sick? Do you need help?ā
You simply laugh. Sick? No. Not all. Help? Maybe, if a croissant with him and some hot chocolate could it be considered āhelpā.
āWell, not exactlyā¦ you look tired Dr. Ishida, and I must apologize for the inconvenienceā¦ would you like to have some coffee? Hot cocoa, perhaps? Tea if you fancy more?ā you ask. His cheeks become red, redder than ever before. Who is this woman? And why is she asking him out so out of theā¦ blue? Or maybe the orange. Ā āIā¦ uhm- okā he accepts, somehow his lips couldnāt pronounce a ānoā. You give him a smile worth of the sun warmth on a cold, cold day. And without letting his hand go, you pull so that he follows. Ā
At first, itās difficult for him to keep up with your pace. But slowly, and surely, as if there was no other option available, he starts running with youā¦ along with you. Uryuās black hair flow with the wind, letting the blueish tints shine with the autumn equinox on that afternoon sky.
A smile garnishes his lips and lifts sweet little apples per cheeks. His slanted eyes become even more narrow, and somehow being guided by a total stranger makes himā¦ happy? Happy enough to laugh a little when she turns around; happy enough to finally let go of some trouble of the past.
āHere we are! My coffee shop!ā āIs this yours?ā
āUhumā¦ now, would you like some pumpkin spice latte, Doc?ā
It surely spiced it all up, you did for himā¦ what could have happened in the next following days of fall?
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sudden inspiration before bed, I needed to write something for Uryu š
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I NEVER CLICKED FASTER! š„ŗšš
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Hi :)
Hii love! how are u? :3
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Patiently waiting for next year, I'm gonna miss Mao Mao so much!! š„¹š
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You've legit got nothing to lose if you try
It sounds like a fun project!!
Please go for it!! Not for the price but for the experience!! So many others I bet are shy like yourself!! Beginners throwing themselves to the wolves and people full of love to share for their craft and these stories!! Please!
Go for it!!!
awww cutie pie!!! thank u so much!!!
I will totally try!! I honestly don't like competing -usually-, but as you said I must try for the fun of it! thank u for encouraging me, this means a lot to me š
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There is a certain cosplay contest in may... in which you could win a trip to japan to represent your country... and I obviously didn't even think to become a contestant... but you know, I think I had a pretty good idea to try and go for it ā
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