#byakuya kuchiki x you

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader

warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies

Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities

No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner

Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei

It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is

It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent

"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up

Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl

"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip

Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants

"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"

Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad

"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you

As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth

Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin

With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers

"Daddy, can has this?"

Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!

"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame

It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them

Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey

But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast

Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully

How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?

Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…

“Can we have curry?”

The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already

“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert

“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined

He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter

Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home

Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler

“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip

“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”

But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head

“All bedder?”

Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”

Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth

Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God

Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!

Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth

His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again

And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already

Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother

Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown

So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned

“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking

“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”

That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement

Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”

The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??

Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”

Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”

“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag

The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!

“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day

Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares

“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket

Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”

Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts

Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease

The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course

why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?

The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!

“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns

He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store

Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?

“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?

Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section

Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy

Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles

Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!

As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father

Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart

It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily

When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar

Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile

They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops

“Stop stealing!!!!”

These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!

[sashi-ya]

朽木 白哉 ・𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚

brother, strong captain, reborn, kind soul ~

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 30 with Byakuya Kuchiki

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, only breed no pregnant, praise, fucking against a wall, neck kissing, Byakuya finally snaps

A/N: And here we are, the last day of NNN for this year.

It's been a full month of not fucking and you were going insane. When Byakuya finally kissed you it was like your first kiss all over again. There wasn't time to hold back, even though you had all the time in the world. To the two of you a month was nothing, and everything.

You didn't care that he had you held up against the wall in the hallway, all you cared about was his lips on your neck and his cum being fucked into your womb. Thankfully there was no risk of getting pregnant here so you say it. "You finally get to breed me. Aren't you happy?"

Byakuya was a man of few words even during your most intimate times. "Yes." He relented against your neck, his hips slapping hard against yours, seeking contact and warmth in a frenzy.

"Yes what Byakuya?" You held him close, hands in his hair, letting it loose of it bindings, legs around his hips, barely giving him room to move.

"Yes. You've been a good girl." That wasn't true, you tried to jump his bones multiple times but he knew how much you enjoyed his praise, "You're going to let me breed you today. We're not stopping until neither of us can move." For him to be saying, promising that, he must be more pent up then he let on. "All of me. Have. All. Of. Me." More hot cum flowed into you with every word, just how you wanted since day one.

[brittscafe]

Bleach Headcanons

Reactions to finding you asleep:

Includes: Kisuke Urahara, Renji Abarai, Ichigo Kurosaki, Shūhei Hisagi, Byakuya Kuchiki. 

Kisuke Urahara: Kisuke walks into his little candy shop expecting to find his significant other at the register checking out customers, but he finds quite the opposite. The shop is empty and you're at the register, elbows on the counter and your face resting in the palm of your hands with your eyes closed. He cocks an eyebrow and walks over to you where Tessai is mending the counter as you’re fast asleep. 

“Tessai, close the shop for the day,” Kisuke demands with a perky tone as he wraps his arms around your waist. He easily lifts you up onto his shoulder and carries you to your bedroom where he decides to take a nap with you, nuzzling his head into the warmth of your neck.

Ichigo Kurosaki: You were waiting for him in his room after school, but he got caught up with a hollow. Your eyelids become heavy and you slump down in his bed.

Ichigo swings the door open to his bedroom and his heart skips a beat. Your lips are slightly parted open and your fast asleep on your side.

“Hey, what the hell? You couldn’t wait until I got home?” Ichigo scoffs out, shaking his head with denial. He places his backpack down on the ground and walks over to you.

The bed shifts as he sits down and Ichigo’s fingers run through your soft hair. He carefully moves the hair out of your face and pulls a blanket over your body. 

He places a soft kiss on your warm forehead and leans against the headboard, waiting for you to wake up.

Shūhei Hisagi: He’s get easily flustered with anything at this point. When he finds you passed out in your room, his breath hitches in his throat and he almost trips over his own feet.

His eyes rake over your body and soft expression. “Shit,” he mumbles underneath his breath. He walks over to the bed and carefully places his hand on your shoulder.

You turn over onto your other side and grab onto his hand, pulling him down onto the bed with you. His eyes widen as he lands next to you and his heart pounds against his chest, wanting to leap out.

His arms hesitantly wrap around your torso and pulls you closer to him. He buries his burning face in your shoulder and doesn’t dare to move an inch.

Byakuya Kuchiki: You’re fast asleep in your office. Hunched over your office desk and face down in a stack of papers. A pen loosely in your fingers and Byakuya opens the door. His grey eyes soften and a smile tugs on his face.

He walks over to you and takes the pen out from your fingertips. He places it down on your desk and walks behind you. He pulls out your chair and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

Byakuya carefully lifts you up into his arms and you mumble a little, still trapped in a deep sleep. Your arms hang down and swing back and forth as Byakuya marches out of your office.

“Shh...I know you’re tired, love,” Byakuya whispers, a proud smile spreading across his face.

Renji Abarai:

Renji and his other squad members walk into barracks, laughing loudly. He glances into the room and his eyes widen.

Your curled up on the couch in the general room, your chest gently going up and down with each breath you inhale and exhale. Renji’s eardrums fill with the roaring laughter behind him and he quickly spins around.

“Shut the hell up! Are you trying to wake her up?!” Renji demands through gritted teeth. His nostrils flare up with anger and the laughter fades away as his other squad members disappear down the hallway.

Renji walks over to you on the couch and shifts himself underneath you. He runs his hand over your head and leans back his head, closing his eyes and taking a nap with you.

[actuallysaiyan]

For the Valentine’s event can I get the fourth prompt with Byakuya 🫣

warnings: love confessions, slight mentions of past trauma, kissing and heavy petting, unprotected sex, smut, Renji is a silly dummy who wants to see his besties get together word count: 1.2k pairings: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem!Reader summary: Renji tries to convince you that writing a letter to Byakuya is the best move when it comes to confessing, and though you don't believe him, it really does end up being the best way.

Byakuya drips and oozes elegance. He’s the picture of nobility, and yet you found yourself falling deeply in love with him. A fact that Renji likes to use to poke fun at you, even though he loves the idea of you and Byakuya getting together. So this time when someone mentioned that Valentine’s day was fast approaching, Renji decided to try and egg you on. He wanted to see two people he cared about a lot fall in love with one another. And he knew he was going to stop at nothing to make sure it happened.

“Just write him a letter! He’d love that shit!” Renji says, waving around some flowery stationery.

You laugh nervously, “No way! That’s too weird…besides, where did you get that stuff anyway?”

Renji guides you over to the desk and places the paper down on it. He procures a brush pen for you as well and thrusts it into your hand. You aren’t really sure about this, but you know it’s probably the only way you’ll get Renji to shut up about the matter at hand.

“If anything, this gets your feelings out and they won’t stay bottled up.” Renji says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, “You’re one to talk!”

Renji scoffs but decides not to get involved in another argument with you. He just leaves you to it, reminding you that this is a good way to confess your feelings to the man you love. Left in silence, you decide to sit down and begin writing out the letter.

You’re surprised as the words come so naturally to you. It’s almost like this was what you should have done so long ago. Your feelings were spilling out onto paper, rendering you into a mess of emotions. But it felt good to release this, it was cathartic in so many ways. Once you were done, you picked up the letter and began to look it over. It was so romantic and sweet.

Yet you really didn't want to send this to Byakuya. The idea of him reading this to you and rejecting you immediately were some of the first thoughts to come to mind. You knew that Renji probably would give you no choice though, if he found out you were finally finished writing the letter. You just aren’t quite sure what to make of this situation

With the letter in your pocket, you begin walking around just thinking about your predicament. You’re basically lost in thought. The words you’ve just written down begin to run through your mind. You begin to reminisce about all the times you’ve spent with Byakuya as well. They are all warm and sweet memories. It makes you feel even more flustered.

Finally, you find yourself in front of Kuchiki home. You want to turn away right now, but you know you need to do this. You need to finally confess and with your letter, it’ll be that much easier. Byakuya is actually heading out of his home, and he smiles softly when he sees you.

“Hello,” he says in a graceful tone.

Your heart flutters in your chest. Without another word, you thrust the letter into his hands and you run away. You feel like such a coward as you run away from the man you love. Byakuya is left unsure and confused, but he opens the letter.

His eyes widen and his cheeks burn as he reads word after word. You’ve got such a sweet way of praising him and showing him just how much you love him. As he makes his way towards town, he continues to read the letter over and over. He knows he’s going to have to approach you and talk about this…especially since he’s head over heels in love with you as well.

It starts with you finding a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. Then some chocolates are the next gift. The gifts keep appearing day after day, until one day you find the man in question on your doorstep. He’s happy to see you, which really shines through today. You can see happiness in his face as he waits patiently for you to find him.

“Can I come inside?” He asks, and you allow him to enter.

Both of you have hearts racing in your chests, unsure how to proceed. Then Byakuya pulls out your letter. He smiles as he opens it up and begins to read to you his favorite lines. You’re blushing, listening to the man you love read that very love letter that has made him see just how devoted you are to him.

“My darling,” Byakuya purrs as he approaches you. “You have a way with words.”

You blush, “I just…wrote my feelings.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in even closer. Your faces are mere inches apart. You can smell his floral and earthy scent. It’s a smell you’ve become accustomed to and one that comforts you like no other. His hands cup your face, and he leans in to press his lips against yours.

“I’ve loved you for so long…” he confesses.

It doesn’t take much for the two of you to begin deepening those kisses. Tongues rubbing and rolling together, exchanging the sweetness of your flavors. His hands soothe up and down your sides, stopping to hold your hips and pulling you even closer. With your bodies pressed together, you can only think about how Renji must have known this would be the outcome of the letter. Why else would he be so insistent for you to write it down anyway.

“My precious love,” Byakuya murmurs against your skin as his lips trail down from your lips to your jawline and then to your neck. “Does this mean you’re all mine?”

“Y-yes, I’m all yours.”

He doesn’t need to hear much more. With your confession, this means he can finally melt into your touch and your sweet words. The actions that follow will be the results of such an intense and addictive kind of love. A love so deep, it pulls you both under its blankety warmth. It becomes soothing and yet so thrilling all at the same time.

Byakuya carries you to the bedroom, kissing and nipping at your skin. All the while, you begin undressing him. You’ve been wanting to put your hands on his body since the moment you knew you were in love with him. He brings your hands to his chest, placing them on where his heart is racing. He smiles bashfully.

“My heart beats for you, beloved.”

You gasp softly, the intensity of his words hitting you. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one much more hungry as he begins undressing you as well. You smell so good, like a warm pie sitting on the windowsill. It’s sweet and sugary, but it’s a nostalgic smell that keeps pulling him in every time.

And once you’re both undressed and on the bed, he looks at you with love and lust in his eyes. This time, this love will be romantic. This love won’t be regretted for not having lived fully. He promises himself and you that he’ll never hold back these feelings.

“I love you,” he moans as he slips into you. Your gummy walls are fluttering as they adjust to his size.

“And I love you,” you whimper as you wrap yourself around him.

Nothing could be better than this.

[blueparadis]

❝ BACKWARDS ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI.

( cw. )—› f!reader, angst, stranger to (fre)enemies to lovers, canon typical elements, slowburn, widower!byakuya, soul society arc spoilers, arrange marriage , mention of death,smût descriptions. word count :: 3.2k | redirect to blog navigation.

( syn. )—› after an emotional whirlwind, byakuya was given a chance to recuperate his irrevocable losses but little did y/n know that it was not what he asked for and he could never have what he wanted to ask for; hence, she had to face all kinds of retaliation from him.

( notes. )—› submission for ‘a change of pace’ collab by @mekiza . also, please accept this Sawn ( @swanphantasm ) ; it is because of you that I became aware of how handsome ( and sad ) he is. well . . .he is not my favorite but i like him a lot, so much so that i wrote that same cliche trope with him. forgive me </3

Words do not express emotions and thoughts precisely. They always become a little different when they are expressed; a little distorted, a little foolish, and a little bitter at some times yet life still goes on carrying a bevy of misunderstandings. It has to go on at least for Byakuya, who was stripped of love and time. Time to grieve, give and forgive, time to heal, and time to fall in love again.

Another bright day washes over the lush green spread of the garden despite the despondency and the agony of losing his wife, Hisana Kuchiki, to illness, to mere illness . It has been a few months since he became the head of the family even though his grandfather was still alive. His grandfather thought it would be better if Byakuya became the head of the family while he has still time, time to supervise him to keep up the family's reputation at hard times. 

And so it began: the hypocrisy of rules. 

Ginrei Kuchiki, the former head of the Kuchiki clan, when death was knocking at his door declared that Byakuya needs to be re-married. He knew that even if he was the head of the family he had no freedom to exercise his wishes and desires. He was just a scarecrow now , not the head of the family. He wanted to protest. He was aware that he would have to re-marry since he is the only one to carry the family line but he did not know that it would be so soon. All he wanted was time but everyone was running sort of it. His grandfather once said that decisions made in haste yield no good. What happened to that now, huh? However, there was one thing he was free to do, and that is, to choose his wife regardless of the family background and bloodline. 

“You should be grateful that Byakuya has agreed to marry you even with all the rumors. He could have chosen a wife from the younger line of pure women” Y/N’s mother spoke as she kept on brushing her daughter’s hair, body shaking with excitement and tension brimming at her fingertips. She was not trying to hurt her. She only stated facts. Everyone knew about it. Y/N did too. Shihnōin Clan was one of the four noble families in the soul society. And the fate of the clan was hanging by the thread since Y/N’s previous marriage was full of woes. With no male heir she was the one to carry the bloodline. Even the distant families warded off when they had an ounce of the knowledge that Y/N was the reason for her husband’s death, for her own doom. And her father made it clear that she is too young to stay unmarried as soon as her husband was buried. No time to lament, nor to grieve. Tragic, is it not?

No. It is not. It was anything but not tragic. Sure, people talked, spun lies, and spread rumors but that is what they do, that is the only thing they know to do. Some said she poisoned her own husband; some said she was a witch of dark magic; some even go as far as saying that she had a secret lover who belonged to the low caste who killed her husband; But it did not matter what they said, it did not since if anything they helped to her to earn sympathy from the kinder souls, and Y/N’s mother made sure her daughter had no problem to have a stable life, finding her a proper husband and sealing the fate of Shihnōin clan with the Kuchiki clan. To people, it was more of an alliance, to the respective families, it was more of a marriage of convenience than a marriage. But to her it was a re-birth while to him it was just duty. 

It was the fourth of January when her heart beat again hearing the sound of carriage. He is here.  

Y/N could hear low voices from downstairs. Plain and prosaic but she could spot Byakuya’s voice out of them all. He specifically requested to see y/n alone and her parents did not express any objections. If she had not been married before, they would never have let her alone with a man, but as it was they thought they did not have to defend her virtue anymore. And Y/N could never tell them how wrong they were, that her previous marriage was never consummated. How shall she ever say that to him?

Byakuya was decent enough to knock and Y/N made no hurry to open the door. She bowed down, greeted him with a smile, and retreated towards the couch standing, waiting for him to follow her lead. “I hope you're aware of the circumstances of our meeting today. ” He seemed so restrained and controlled,  as if his emotions were bottled up so deep inside, not even he could reach them. It is a wonder how much of it was the result of his wife’s death and how much was his natural disposition. 

“Yes,” she said, hoping he could not see how nervous she was. She gestured toward the couch to the left. “Would you like to sit down for our talk?”Byakuya nodded. She sank down on the sofa, and he took the armchair across from her. She would have thought he would sit beside her, but he seemed content to keep as much space between them as was acceptable. 

“I assume your father told you that our wedding is planned for February 14th” Y/N  searched for a flicker of sadness or wistfulness in his voice, but there was nothing. She rested her hands in her lap, linking her fingers. There was less chance of him noticing her trembling that way. “Yes. He told me a few days ago.” Byakuya was courteous enough to give her the attention she needs. If all these were in his hands, he would not have been here. “I hope you're okay with this. With o-jii-sama’s health deteriorating and me being the head of the family, things are a little hasty. . .” Words became too heavy to reach her. She was bubbling with excitement that maybe, this marriage won't fail like the last one, maybe he won't flee with his secret lover while staging his death ( like her previous husband did ), and maybe he will see her as a woman enough. . . 

“Why did you choose me?” Y/N asked out of the blue unable to keep up with his calm demeanor anymore. She had been wondering about this ever since her father had told her about his agreement with Byakuya. She knew it was a question that she was not supposed to ask, not like this. Byakuya’s expression did not alter. 

“Of course. Many suggested your cousin but I didn’t want a  wife who’s barely of age. Unfortunately,  most women in their twenties are already married, and most widows are older than me or  have  children,  both  unacceptable  for a man in my position as you will probably understand.” She nodded. There were so many rules and etiquettes when it came to finding the right spouse, especially for a man in his position, which was why so many were shocked when y/n was announced as his future wife. Byakuya had stepped on many toes with that decision. “So you were the only logical choice. You are, of course, still quite young, but that can’t be changed.”

For a moment She was stunned into silence by his emotionless reasoning. She was not as naïve as she used to be, but she would have hoped at least part of the reason why Byakuya had chosen her was that he was attracted to her, found her pretty, or at least fascinating to some extent, but this cold explanation destroyed that small flicker of hope. 

“I’m twenty-five,” she exclaimed in a surprisingly calm voice. Maybe his aloofness rubbed off on her. If so, she would be known as the ice queen in no time. “That’s not young by our marriage standards.”

“Yes,  still five years younger than me” He sounded as if she was forcing him to marry her, as if one of the rumors, as they say, that y/n is a witch is true. His previous wife was barely a year younger than him and they had shared good five years of married life until she died due to illness on a fine morning on a spring day. 

“Then maybe you should look for another wife. I didn’t ask you to marry me.” The moment the words were out,  y/n  clamped a hand over her mouth, then met Byakuya’s gaze. He did not look angry, he did not look anything. His face was as it always was. Stoic and emotionless . “I’m sorry. That was very rude. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Byakuya has been sitting in the same manner as he did when he first took the armchair instead of the couch. He left the chair and walked towards her. With his hands now inside his slacks, his frame loomed over her. He took out his right hand, fisted, and kept the small velvet box on the side table. “Right. You shouldn't have.” Byakuya said as he noticed her eyes were still on the carpet. “But it's okay. I understand your concern.”

Her gaze flickered toward his right hand and her stomach plummeted. He was still wearing his old wedding ring. Another strange burst of disappointment filled her. If he wore it after all this time, he must still be in love with his dead wife, or was it a simple matter of habit? He noticed her gaze and for the first time his stoic mask slipped but it was gone so quickly that she thought she imagined it. Byakuya did not bother to explain and there was a knock on the door so he did not have the time either. With the exchange another set of pleasantries he left without a proper goodbye. 

The wedding day came sooner than expected. She barely had the time to count days. And as the elders of the family discussed, it was small with no engagement ceremony but with just close family members and friends. Y/N did not object, actually, no one asked for her opinion except her husband. But it would make a great fuss if she were to bring her opinions to light. Moreover, she had more serious things to worry about. If Byakuya came to know that she still had her virtue intact, it would be just a matter of minutes for her before Byakuya puts all the puzzle pieces together to get the whole picture. He is a cold, clever man. So, mercy was the last thing y/n expected from him. Her previous husband, her not-so-dead husband fled with his lover because the rules and the customs would have kept them apart. And, if Byakuya had any clue of what happened at backstage he would turn the world upside down, at least he was expected to do so.

Y/N was finally able to catch up with her life when she was in the carriage with her new husband. There was no time to decipher him with all the people around. This night was going to be her first proper wedding night but Byakuya made sure that there was no chance of it at all. He did not seem tired, or interested in her. She could not pin any moment where she caught him looking at her, not even once. Dread and relief filled her at the same time. By now it is okay to accept that she was the problem, not her fate, or him. Perhaps, she can keep the secret of her previous marriage enjoying the little freedom she has left in her life. 

The next morning was gorgeously sunny. When Y/N came downstairs she already found Byakuya on the other side of the dining table, with his breakfast and a rolled paper on a tray by his side. God knows, what news it holds? At least, not the one she was anticipating.

“I hope you slept well.” Byakuya broke the stifling silence that had made her think of all the possibilities that could end her life thinking of the contents of the letter. “I’ve already informed the staff to be here. Yesterday was an exception. Hope you did not have much problem without the staff not being around. They will be here at your beck and call, so you do not— was he mocking?

“That’s very kind of you.”

“Is something bothering you?” she nodded letting him know that there was no reason at all with a flimsy smile on her face. She could barely focus on eating the food. Byakuya noticed it too. “I thought you needed time.” his voice was coaxed with an apology. Of course. Byakuya would give her the very thing he was deprived of, for it had been his necessity too; Y/N’s glance switched to him and then to the food again. He did not look sorry though.

“As I said, That’s very kind of you.” She grabbed the tea cup and was ready to leave since there was no one to keep tabs on her etiquette and as such. If he wanted the marriage to work, then why should she keep trying all the time? all these hopes and anticipation would be the death of her if not the secret she is carrying with her.

“There will be a social gathering. On March 14th. You’re expected—She looked over her shoulder as the sound of the dragging chair made it to her ears. Byakuya hesitated before he spoke the rest, “I would like you to come with me.”

“Sure.”

Sure. Byakuya had his reasons to act the way he is acting. He was aware of the details of her marriage. Before visiting her, he made sure to do a background check and he did regret it when he recognized her previous husband. He had seen him in the land of the living. And, now he was not sure where exactly her loyalties lie: to him or to the man who left her. For now, he had no time to think about it. There were some grave matters that he had to handle.

Crest-fallen, a week prior to the gathering Ginrei Kuchiki took his last breath. There were lots of preparations and ceremonies to be done, but at the same time he could not afford to miss the meeting and so it all came down to y/n who had to shoulder most of the responsibilities while Byakuya just paid a visit to the meeting.

Time flew by as if someone were stealing it from them. Even though they spent the days under the same roof, Byakuya barely had a chance to speak to her or make things right. By the time he came to bed, she had already fallen asleep or was too tired to stay awake. Byakuya has been a light sleeper anyways. He often waited for her to be perfectly asleep so that he could slip under the same covers as hers. Y/N was too disappointed and angry to notice the small changes in him, in his gestures. Not that she tried, she did but Byakuya brushed her off every time. It was such a slow poison for her. She had made up her mind not to consummate this marriage unless they were asked for a child but fate never goes along with the human will. It opposes, always .

“You’re early,” Y/N said as Byakuya entered the room. Seeing her in a flimsy nightgown he looked away from her. She scowled when she noticed him looking away. 

“Could you wait for me? I need to refresh myself. I want to talk about something.”

Ah! finally, it's happening. She gave him a simple nod and slipped under the covers. Perhaps it was about an heir, or shifting into a different house or maybe a visit to other families or so; Y/N had no idea that her secret was going to slap her in the face.

“I see. How long have you been aware?” Y/n asked still facing away from him while Byakua was seated on the bed. “Since before our marriage.” Y/n turned and sat folding her legs, covering herself so that he does not have to look away while talking. “Ah! That’s why the cold shoulder.”

“No. No. I was just—

“Just thought that I might have a secret lover too?

Byakuya closed the gap a little, “Well, do you?” 

“Does it matter?”

Does it matter? Of course, it does. Byakuya did not respond not yet but Y/N could see his jaw tightening, muscles stiffing at the mere possibility of a ‘yes’.

She interjected, “Yeah! Thought so.” and left the bed, his sight heading towards the bathroom but Byakuya grabbed her hand and pulled her in his lap. She gasped loudly at such a sudden swift motion but more than so his bold voice declaring something so unexpected something so unbelievable that it turned her on more than it should. “Yes. it matters. It matters to me because I would be bothered, so much that I’m incapable of bearing the thought of losing you.”

Her breathing was heavy since not only his deep raspy voice stilled her motion but also made her thinking come to a halt. Byakuya slipped his hands under her gown earning a huge gasp as his lips touched her bare shoulders. Her body responded quickly, she arched feeling his cold and calloused fingers on her breasts, pinching her areola. “Tell me,”, his voice coated her skin with goosebumps, “do you want this, with me?” She turned her face, eyes holding the tears back, blurring her vision. She was burning with desire. How could she not?

“Yes.” Byakuya’s hands traveled down to her core, rubbing gently on her clit over the cloth. It was already damp. She could barely process all of these while his voice hinted impatience again, “then, tell me where you involved with him, in his act?” 

Her grasp on his thighs tightened as she struggled to stand up on her feet. With all the dim lights around it was not of any help. Byakuya pushed aside the fabric and touched the outer lips with more pressure than before. “Do you not want me?” Y/N has torn apart between keeping her self-respect and submitting her to him. She had tried countless times to get his attention, tried every lewd way to lure Byakuya that made her feel like nothing but a cheap whore.

“Do you not want me?” she managed to utter thinking of all those nights when she had to go to bed feeling like a mistress rather than a wife.

Byakuya verbalized holding her in his embrace tightly. “Yes. I do. I really do.”His voice reeked of agony and loneliness, his touch was so desperate yet so gentle. Y/N read him wrong, he was not playing games anymore. 

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[i-might-write]

Kuchiki Byakuya: types of kisses

Fandom: Bleach

Byakuya prefers to keep affection in private, both because of his own preferences and because of the way he has been raised as a clan head. There are countless rules he has to follow in his daily life, and they only get more complicated the more serious he becomes about a relationship.

Because of his position as a squad captain and a clan head, it is not proper for him to even admit being in a relationship with someone outside of the aristocratic clans of Soul Society. It's viewed as a dishonor to the Kuchiki bloodline and legacy.

Therefore, since he's already considered a disappointment in the eyes of the elderly, there's nothing stopping Byakuya from disappointing them further. The damage is already done, because he has no intention of letting you go. He might as well enjoy the ride.

Still, Byakuya feels too shy to engage in something heated under the scrutiny of strangers’ eyes. Whenever the two of you are in public, which basically consists of everywhere outside of Byakuya's personal apartments at the Kuchiki manor, he’ll be extremely stoic and almost indifferent to you most of the time. The most you can get from him are feather-light brushes of his hand over yours or the gentle but tender kiss on top of your palm.

It's still more than the clan aristocracy can handle, but their protests land on deaf ears.

If only Byakuya felt more comfortable with public displays of affection, he'd engage in them more often. He loves you, and enjoys every aspect of you - if it was up to him, he'd always touch you in one way or another.

Throughout the day, Byakuya usually only kisses you on the cheek or the crown of your head when he walks past. It soon becomes almost a habit, and he's overjoyed when you start returning the favor.

He's often busy with all the paperwork and has little time to spare during the day to be with you. That's why he appreciates it so much when you choose to sit quietly with him in the room, taking care of your own work, reading or resting. There are plenty of servants in the Kuchiki manor, but he appreciates it when you decide to brew fresh tea or bring him fruits and snacks. He always plants a kiss over your hands.

Byakuya is more open when he's out of the public eye, and is more willing to take things further. When the two of you are alone, Byakuya will take his time running his fingers over the sensitive skin of your jaw and neck. He tilts your chin up slightly to face him, and marvels at the way your eyelids always flutter in that moment.

His kiss is almost a brush of lips over yours at first, but he's a master of asking for permission with every movement and stroke. It'll turn heated before you realize you're gasping for breath and clinging to his clothes. His hands hold onto you with just as much need, grounding you when you feel lightheaded.

Byakuya doesn't like when you depart, whether on a mission or back to the world of the living. He always makes sure to see you leave and parts with a kiss. He's gentle and considerate, and you can feel him already longing for the moment you're back.

He cups your face and looks into your eyes with sadness shining in his own. He understands the reasons why you have to leave and doesn't stop you. The kiss isn't long, but it takes you breath away with how much it encompasses.

[neesieiumz]

narcissus ⸻ ⭃ b. kuchiki

synopsis ⸻ ⭃ clumsy little thing, aren’t you. captain kuchiki won’t stand for that, you know?

warnings ⸻ ⭃ 18+ minors do not interact. sm*t. spanking. punishment. established relationship. dom/sub relationship. black-coded reader. afab reader. female anatomy. honestly i see him as a brat tamer but my skill level isn’t there yet so we’ll settle for this. fingering. reader is byakuya’s assistant in this as well. reader is a clumsy person as well. he’s a man that demands for perfection so here we go!

writers notes ⸻ ⭃ sobs. please don't put that fuckass l*bel on my shit anymore. it's so discouraging knowing the reach this is supposed to have to get dismissed. anyways... also thank you so much to @retroanimeandotherthigs for beta-reading!! I also literally wrote this in one day, as most should know. I'm only on episode 103 of bleach and he, shinsui, and kisuke have been HEAVY on the mind. I am currently planning a threesome fic with kisuke and yoruichi

word count ⸻ ⭃ 2.2k

Clumsy little thing, that’s what everyone thinks whenever they see you. Constantly trailing after their leader, holding a bunch of papers that end up on the floor two minutes after holding them. As everyone watched the two of you, everyone wondered why exactly the stoic-like captain kept you around. Not only did you constantly drop paperwork, but it was also a common routine for you to bump into someone, especially while holding important paperwork. It caused you to constantly apologize, gathering the papers before continuing your journey to your captain’s office. 

“You’re late,” was all he said, squeaking as you slid the door open slowly. 

You silently cursed to yourself as you stepped inside the office, holding the jumbled papers you were tasked to deliver to his office. 

You had thought he would still be in his meeting with the other Captains, leaving you with just enough time to rearrange everything before he could see it. 

“My… apologies, I ran into someone…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say to the idea of you running into someone again, and messing up the papers once again.

He glanced up from what he was looking at before, the familiar impassiveness evident in his eyes. 

“You ran into someone…?” His voice took on dull sarcasm before his eyes glazed down at the obviously ruffled papers in your hands.  

You stumbled for a bit, nodding your head, and pressing the papers close to you. He sighed, before gesturing for you to come closer, not before telling you to lock the sliding door. At first, you almost didn’t move, but you knew he meant business each and every time he spoke, and he didn’t like to waste his breath. Slowly, you took a few steps towards him, soon ending up in front of his desk. With no words exchanged, he motioned with his finger for you to come around the desk. Nothing but the sounds of your soft footsteps and the rumples of paper echoed through the spacious office. His eyes stayed right on you as you walked around the wooden desk, his body turning as you stood right in front of him. 

Once you stood there, he held out his hand, expecting the papers he told you to bring. Accepting your fate, you slowly pulled them away from your chest before placing them right in his hands. As he shuffled through them, his long fingers grazed the creased, crumpled folds of the files. 

“This is the fifth time you’ve done something like this.”

You squeaked, closing your eyes, “my apologies, Captain Ku—”

“Save it.”

You closed your eyes, immediately shutting your mouth, and looking away from the man as he placed the papers on his desk. Your fingers fumbled with the hems of your robes as you glanced down, looking at the hard wooden floors, not wanting to see the indignation in his eyes. 

“Look at me.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you slowly lifted up your head, looking at him as he leaned back into his chair, his arms coming up against the armrests, his hands clasping together. His eyes were closed, as he pondered upon what to do when it comes to you. 

“My patience has worn thin with you, and the very fact I have patience for you is extraordinary.”

You had nothing to say, heart, beating in between your ears as you looked upon him. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, before slowly opening them, looking right into you. 

“Come closer,” is all he said, removing his hands from in front of his face. 

Blinking, uneasiness steadily flows through your veins as you approach the daunting man sitting in his chair. He said nothing as you got closer and closer to him, and soon you were nearly toe-toe with him, your robes grazing each other. He could hear your unsteady breath, your braids hanging down, framing your face as you lowered your head. 

“Disrobe.”

Eyes wide, looking at him, as his eyes narrowed at your stunned look. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

With that, shaky hands slowly reach for the white ribbon holding up your black robes, pulling it out of the intricate ribbon you had done that morning. Sometimes, people don’t wear anything under them, but luckily you do. You stood there in silk shorts, tan in color, reflecting against your brown skin, with a matching thin-strapped top. 

“Kneel.”

With that, your knees shook as you descended to the wooden floor. They hit the floor with a soft “thud” as you rested back against your ankles, hands neatly tucked in your lap. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of your breathing in the air. The light beamed into the large window, shining down on the two of you. The feeling of cold fingertips pressing up against your cheek, your body jerking in reaction. However, his hand came up, grabbing your chin and cheeks, keeping you right in place as it guided your head up. Making you look back at him. The two of you locked eyes, your own glossy gaze into his hardened one, built by years and years of rigor. His dark long black hair shone and reflected against the sunlight. His grandeur echoed through the court. When you had graduated and had been put into squad six, you never thought you’d see his face so closely. Soon after that, you were made to be his assistant, a decision you would never regret no matter what. 

He said nothing as you felt his hand pull you forward, causing you to gasp, as you stumbled right back on your feet only to land on something soft again. You were laying on your stomach, looking around before noticing you were laying right on his lap. 

“Capt—” you were suddenly cut off with a sharp gasp as a stinging pain erupted against you.

“Did I say you could speak?”

Immediately you shut your mouth, breathing heavily as you felt his soft hands brushing up and down against both your bare and covered skin. His hand soon slid underneath your shorts, before slowly peeling away your shorts, revealing A familiar warm feeling that began to build up within you as he began to speak.

“Let’s see… five times huh…?” you heard trail off, right before another strike came, silently gasping as it echoed through the office. 

“That’s two… what do you say to me?”

Whimpering, “thank you, Sir.”

Another smack… 6

“Thank you sir.”

Another smack… 9

“Thank you sir.”

You could hear the smirk in his hum, in his tone as he sent down another strike. You wiggled in his tight hold, yearning for some type of friction as you could feel yourself seep against your shorts. He continued to lay down your punishment, with no remorse and mercy within his tone or his movements. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, as your body jerked with every strike. 

Another smack. 19…

“Thank you sir.”

Another smack. 20…

“Thank you sir.”

Tears welled in your eyes, as you felt his stinging palm strike over and over again. At the same time, you could feel yourself dripping, cunt pulsing as he continued to deliver his punishment. Byukuya was controlled, every strike just as blistering as the last one. Your hands reached out, grabbing at his robes for some kind of stability. 

Another smack… 26…

“Thank you, Sir.”

Another smack… 27…

“Thank you, sir.”

You slurred your words, drool dripping from your plump lips. His other hand put pressure against your back, causing you to arch it more, your knees bending more and more against him, raising your ass into the air. Your hot tears streaked down your face, head throwing back as you clenched around nothing, the wet sounds of your pussy resounding through the air. He smelled of vetiver and gardenias, permeating his skin and robes. His actions were mind-numbing, nothing but the words, “Thank you,” and “sir” echoing through your otherwise empty mind. 

His final three strikes came in consecutive, overwhelming you completely, and causing you to choke on your spit. 

“Thank you sir.. Thank you sir, thank you sir!”

30 strikes. 

Your body slumped, melting into his hold, no longer having the energy to hold yourself up. His hand continued to stroke up and down your body, slowly massaging your aching body. You let off low moans as you relish in his now tender touch. 

“What have we learned?” His voice cut through the daze you were once in. 

Shivering, you slowly turned your head to look at him, “to be… to be more careful.”

He said nothing, continuing to massage your ass, providing some temporary relief. His hand soon changed its position, and abruptly you could feel one of his fingers sink deep into your sopping cunt, letting out a gasping moan as he did so. 

“Sir—” you were suddenly cut off by another finger sliding into you.

Body rocking, try your best to grind against his fingers as he slowly fucked you against them. You were soaked, dripping all over his fingers, your thighs, and his robes. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care, he usually does not in moments like this. You squirmed, moving your head to muffle your moans as they got louder and louder, the rush from the earlier punishment pushing you further and further over the line. That warm feeling you had felt earlier now skyrockets into immense pressure as if it was a dam ready to burst and break. He toyed with you, pressing the pads of his fingers against your spot, causing you to squeal, and thrash against him

“Clenching around my fingers like that, huh?” His voice was low and tense, savoring every movement you made against him. 

You trembled against him, writhing as you yearned for more, something to push you over the edge. He purposely avoided that spot once again, knowing exactly what you craved. He leaned down towards you, his ear coming right next to your ears. 

“You know what to do if you want to come.” He whispered before sitting up straight, continuing his ministrations against you. 

You let out a loud cry, muffled by his robes, before lifting your head to speak, “can I come sir? Please, please can I come sir?”

He hummed, not saying a word but his actions all spoke for him as you felt his fingers press up against your walls, right up against your spot. You thrashed, convulsing as he kept up his speed, clinging onto him as your legs began to shake, your orgasms spilling over you. 

“Come for me.”

With those final words, you let off a high-pitched moan, moving your head just enough to muffle it as you came. Clear slick spilled from you, dripping and drenching your thighs, making even more of a mess than your arousal once did. He let off a low hiss as you came all over him, taking a deep breath and slightly closing his eyes. As you let off heavy breaths, your body fully slumping against him, his fingers slowly sliding out of you, a wet squelching sound soon following after it. His body soon shifted, his single clean hand guiding you as slowly to the floor. Your head laid across his lap as you caught your breath, before his hand came up to you once more, making you look right at him. 

Just as you locked eyes, his other hand came up, pressing the wet digits against your lips.

“Suck.” was the single command he gave. 

With no hesitation, your lips and tongue came up and around his long fingers, the taste of your arousal revealing against your tongue. After a few moments, he slowly removed his fingers from your mouth before looking back down at you. He reached down, slowly caressing your face in an almost tender way, before pulling you right back, placing a deep yet slow kiss on your wet lips. Legs shaking, unable to hold your own weight as he pressed himself against you. 

Just as his hand began to slide down, reaching to unwrap his robes, a flutter resounded in the room, interrupting the both of you. The two of you stopped, glancing back as a dark butterfly with red wings flew towards the both of you. You turned around, holding your hand out as the butterfly soon landed on your index finger. You closed your eyes as it relayed information to you, before turning around to look at your captain. 

“Lady Unohana is asking for you.” You relayed, defaulting at the thought of your previous actions being discontinued. 

Byakuya closed his eyes, letting out a sharp breath through his nose, “get dressed, you're coming with me.”

You suppressed a smile as you stepped away from him, sliding on your shorts before quickly walking to your robes, sliding them, and tying them back on with ease. You could feel him right behind you as you turned around, hands wiped clean of your saliva. His hands soon reached up to your face, moving around the braids that had gotten ruffed up during your play. You smiled, looking up at him as he gazed into your eyes. He then let off a rare smile, tucking one last braid behind your ear, before walking past you, telling you to follow quickly. 

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[aifanfictions]

write a story about Byakuya Kuchiki inviting (y/n) to his family's house to enjoy some tea by the pond in the garden

Blossoms of the Heart

In the heart of the Kuchiki family estate, a place of serene beauty and tradition, Captain Byakuya Kuchiki found himself reflecting on his life's many responsibilities. The weight of being a captain in the Gotei 13 often consumed his days, but today, he had something different in mind.

Byakuya admired (Y/N) for her grace, her unwavering dedication, and her ability to see beauty in even the simplest of things. He had spent countless days observing her from afar, though he had never found the courage to express his feelings.

But today was different. Today, he had decided to invite (Y/N) to his family's estate for tea by the tranquil pond in the garden. It was a simple gesture, a chance to share a quiet moment with her, but it held great significance for Byakuya.

With a quiet grace, Byakuya sent (Y/N) an invitation. She arrived at the Kuchiki estate, her eyes filled with wonder as she took in the grandeur of the place. Byakuya greeted her with a rare smile, offering a polite bow.

"(Y/N), I appreciate your presence here today," he said with warmth in his eyes.

(Y/N) returned his smile. "Thank you for inviting me, Captain Kuchiki. This place is breathtaking."

Byakuya led her through the estate, finally reaching the tranquil garden by the pond. The cherry blossoms that surrounded them were in full bloom, casting a pinkish hue on the pristine waters. They settled on a simple stone bench by the water, and a servant brought in a tray of tea.

As they sipped tea and enjoyed the serenity of the garden, Byakuya found himself opening up in a way he never thought possible. He spoke of his love for the cherry blossoms, their fleeting beauty, and the symbolism they held in his life. He shared his experiences, his duties as a captain, and the weight he carried on his shoulders.

(Y/N) listened with rapt attention, feeling honored that Byakuya was willing to open up to her. She too shared her thoughts on the cherry blossoms, her journey as a Soul Reaper, and the simple pleasures of life.

As the hours passed, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light on the garden. Byakuya turned to (Y/N) and said, "I've enjoyed our time together, (Y/N). You bring a sense of tranquility into my life, a beauty I had nearly forgotten."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with emotion. "Captain Kuchiki, it's an honor to be here with you. You've shown me a different side of the world, and I'm grateful for that."

Byakuya reached out, his fingers gently brushing a lock of (Y/N)'s hair. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time. (Y/N), I admire you deeply, and I find myself... feeling more for you than I ever thought possible."

(Y/N) felt her heart race as she met Byakuya's gaze. "Captain Kuchiki..."

Before she could respond, Byakuya leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft and tender kiss. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, a confession of feelings that had been hidden for so long.

As they parted, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile. "I feel the same way, Byakuya."

Byakuya's heart soared as he embraced her, his feelings finally out in the open. They watched the cherry blossoms together, their love blossoming like the delicate petals surrounding them.

Their love story, which had begun with a simple invitation for tea by the pond, was now in full bloom. In the heart of the Kuchiki estate, beneath the cherry blossoms and beside the tranquil waters, Byakuya Kuchiki and (Y/N) had discovered a love that was as beautiful and timeless as the garden they shared.

With their love now out in the open, they would continue to cherish moments like these, savoring the simple pleasures of life and the depth of their feelings for each other. It was a love story that had begun with a simple invitation, but it was destined to be an enduring and cherished chapter in both their lives.

As the seasons passed, Byakuya and (Y/N) found themselves spending more and more time together. They explored the beauty of the Kuchiki estate, the splendor of the Soul Society, and the shared joys of everyday life.

One day, Byakuya took (Y/N) to a secluded spot in the garden, a place where the cherry blossoms were at their most beautiful. The moonlight bathed the scene in a gentle, silver glow. Byakuya recited a poem he had written just for her, a poem that spoke of love, beauty, and the eternal connection they shared.

As the poem concluded, (Y/N) felt tears of joy welling up in her eyes. She embraced Byakuya, her heart overflowing with love. "Your words are as beautiful as the cherry blossoms, Byakuya."

Byakuya held her close, his heart filled with a warmth he had thought long lost. "You are the cherry blossom of my life, (Y/N), and I am grateful for your presence in it."

With those words, their love deepened, and they shared a kiss under the watchful gaze of the moon and the delicate embrace of the cherry blossoms. It was a love that had been born in the quiet moments amidst their duties, nurtured by shared passions and deep understanding.

As the years passed, Byakuya Kuchiki and (Y/N) continued to walk side by side, their love growing stronger with each passing day. Their love story, once hidden beneath the facade of the stoic captain, had blossomed into a deep and enduring bond.

In the heart of the Soul Society, beneath the cherry blossoms, they had found love, a love that was as timeless and beautiful as the petals that adorned the trees. Their love story was a testament to the power of understanding, connection, and the beauty that could emerge even in the most unexpected of places.

It was a love that would last for all eternity, a love that had blossomed in the heart of the Kuchiki estate, a love that had begun with a simple invitation and had grown into a cherished and enduring bond.

Byakuya and (Y/N) shared their lives, their love, and the beauty of each passing day, knowing that their love story was as beautiful and enduring as the cherry blossoms that surrounded them.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[dreadsuitsamus]

Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader Blurb 1

this is something i slid into vero's inbox after joking about how slow of a burn it would be while byakuya courts you, and i made the joke that it'll take thirty dates just for byakuya to kiss you for the first time lol

he's wanted it for a long time, but couldn't rush things. it had to be more than just a feeling, more than simple desire. his desire is as strong as his bankai now, constantly thrumming at his chest and the back of his mind even during his day-to-day as captain. there have been many dates, all wonderful and he invites you back for more each time hoping he doesn't sound as desperate as his heart feels. byakuya craves the unknown in you; the feel of your skin, the softness of your lips, the way you'd like to touch and be touched. they're not just late night thoughts that linger. they consume him, bordering on driving him mad now. what feels like fifty dates has perhaps been twenty less, and it's that thirtieth that has you more on edge than ever. byakuya is acting off, though he hides it well to someone who hasn't spent thirty separate nights on unique outings with him. putting off the questions for after dinner was the best option, though the courage to speak up doesn't come until byakuya has walked you home and all that's left is to say goodnight as always.

"byakuya, darling, are you-?"

the backs of his fingers smooth along your cheek, and the words are lost to the mush your brain becomes at what follows. his kiss, a long awaited myth at this point, is hardly soft as all of byakuya's patience finally succumbs to his pent up passion. his lips border on greedy, his tongue far past the mark as his long fingers curl into the dress you've worn tonight. finally, he can feel you and see how you want to feel him as your arms slowly come to sling around his neck and shoulders.

his lips are pink and swollen by the time he can find it in himself to pull away, and after he's said a proper goodnight and started back to the kuchiki estate, the touch of your fingertips at your lips sends tingles of pleasure down your spine.

thirty dates was certainly worth the wait.

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ part one: Aizen, Byakuya, Ukitake, Shunsui, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUryu, Äs, Kenpachi.

♡ tw: pregnancy symptoms. fluff, a lot of fluff. ♡ wc: mini scenarios ~3k total. ♡ coming next in part two ➛ kisuke, shuuhei, shinji, ichigo, ryuuken ➛ you can request for others.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. The man that has everything planned, widened  his chocolate orbs once the unexpected happened. It didn’t take him much to discover the truth, not because you wanted to hide it but because it was clear to him. Your body had changed; the little differences in your physique didn’t match the characteristics he had studied so exhaustingly about you. Those weren’t normal fluctuations in weight nor your cups size. But mostly, he noticed it on the way your hips slightly began to adapt to prepare for nine months ahead. Something that, inside of his own twisted thoughts, made his heart beat go faster.  

The black tea he was sipping that morning fogged his glasses, he still uses them to read. However, the many technical and biological aspects of hollowification were set aside for as long as you watched through the windows of squad five on an autumn day. Sosuke took his glasses off and stood up, as always, in the only way he knows how to… dominantly, like there was nothing nor anybody above himself. Big hands reached for your hip bones, nose that traced a perfect warmth path from the crook of your neck to your ear. “How many weeks?” he asked, because he knew. “I am not sure… are you mad?” you asked back, knowing this could potentially ruin his plans. “Hmm…Mad…? How could I?” he answered. You watched his smile suddenly go from a smirk to a soft, soft expression. Sosuke melt, Sosuke felt like he wasn’t as lonely in this world as he used to think he was…

𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚. Mornings have never been really lively; those days in which he calmly sat on his special chair, drinking his tea while you still stay in bed suddenly got interrupted by a rather suspicious behaviour coming from you. Two mornings in which you ran to the bathroom covering your mouth were enough to set the alarms for the Kuchiki clan head. “She is sick. SHE IS SICK” he panicked. Not again, not again…  he felt once again the fright, the fear of losing his lover. Byakuya didn’t need much more to ask you, however the idea of pregnancy -even for one of the most intelligent minds of the Seireitei- never crossed his mind.  By the third day, in which you thought you could run faster than him, his foot stopped the door from closing. “I called Dr. Yamada Seinosuke, he is coming to check on you” those cold words sounded like an order, yet, he was as scared as a lonely child. Byakuya felt unable to express any other feeling, if any at all. All the progress he made, seemed to be lost in just a matter of seconds. His hands couldn’t touch you; his arms couldn’t hold you. Deep blue eyes had turned every shade of black, and once again he felt himself drowning into the deepest waters of his  inner world. “I am not sick, Byakuya…” you murmured, after washing your mouth with a soft smile and your hands over your belly. “I’m sure you can quite understand why I am feeling this way…” Oh, how to repeat the way those deep blue eyes suddenly became the colour of a summer sky.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐔𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. You weren’t nauseous. You didn’t even notice at first. But he did. Somehow, without even knowing, every night in your sleep your hands reached for his and dragged them to your belly. It was as if you were asking him to protect something sacred. And he could tell a piece of his own soul nested in yours, safely resting, surrounded by the purest love. His long locks rained on your cheek, on that morning in which snow as white as them covered the green hills of the Seireitei. “I am sure there is something you need to tell me…” he whispered, caressing your cheek with the softest kiss. “Wh-wha-t….?” your lips began to tremble, many tears sprouted from your sleepy eyes. It was as if those words where the sudden revelation of something “you didn’t know you already knew” “I will protect both of you, even if it might cost my life… you two will be always first”

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢. He noticed something had changed the moment he came home and discovered you sleeping on the couch made into a ball. What is happening with his lively sweet doll? Why is she sad? What is going on? “Honey… what is going on? I’m sorry it took me a little bit more to come back home, being the general Taicho keeps me a lot more busier…” he sadly whispered in your ear, as he lifted you up and carried you to bed. The scent of his skin immediately brings a soothing effect to your unknown cause of anguish. You were a total mess of emotions that you couldn’t handle all alone, and you didn’t even know why it was happening to you. Shunsui put you in bed, and when he got inside the sheets you immediately snuggled against his wide chest. “I… I don’t know why I am so sad, but I’m so glad you are back” you whispered, kissing a patch of slight caramel skin. His hands instantly landed on the crown of your head, pulling you closer, surrounding you with the type of paternal care and protection he had always had. “You know, maybe it is that time of the month…” he dared to murmur, sure he was about to get a soft punch coming from you. Of course, not everything In a woman’s life has to do with her… hormones… You widened your eyes, blinking rapidly while looking at a clueless Kyoraku. “I… it’s- been- two months…” your lips trembled. You suddenly realized that, while lost into nightly sex sessions with him, your period -nor Shunsui’s cream pie kink- represented a problem to you. “YOU DON’T MEAN… YOU – AM I GOING TO BE A DADDY????? I AM GONNA BE A DADDY!!!! CALL ME DADDY, OK?” “Shunsui, for the love of God… I need to take a test- we-” you giggled, still amazed and unsure but excited.  

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢. Carrying every child he could find in the Seireitei on his shoulders, Kenpachi is the ultimate father. He doesn’t even have to try. He never cared for your period, it never represented something that could stop him to love you and your body. In fact, the messier the better. However, those moments began to be absent, and he didn’t take much to realize. During that spring night, in which he indulged in some sake with his subordinates, he suddenly popped a question to them. “Oi, my woman hasn’t got her period in two months… what the fuck?” Yumichika choked with his drink, while Ikkaku definitely spitted all the contents of his mouth in a violent motion. “TAICHO?” the beautiful Shinigami asked, once he had recovered the composure. “TAICHO… ARE YOU SURE?” he continued. “Yeah. What is it?” Zaraki asked, confused by their sudden reaction -and honestly about to laugh at Ikakku turning red, even his head, from how much he was coughing- “She could be pregnant, Taicho… are you gonna be a father?” Yumichika assumed, particularly amazed by how his captain was asking something so important and yet so obvious as if it was nothing. Kenpachi’s eyes suddenly turned from wild to more softened ones. He left the sake bottle down and stood up. With no words said, he left, leaving his subordinates astonished. A loud thump on the door, woke you up all of a sudden. You sit down on the bed, not sure whether to grab your zanpakuto or not until you noticed the topping huge silhouette of your brute lover. “Kenny, the fuck is going on?” you ask, while grazing your right eye. “ARE YOU PREGNANT WOMAN?” he asked, shouting, and desperately requiring for you to give him the truth. You gasp. You hadn’t even taken a test yet and even if it was pretty possible, how did he notice? “HOW? I DON’T KNOW YET” you told him, urging him to close the door. You didn’t really want the whole barracks to know. Kenny sat right by your side and cupped you to his lap. “Come’ere…” he murmured, nuzzling on your hair. He was holding you with the care someone would have to grab a piece of silk paper. He scoffed, sweetly with his eyes shut and a big smile adorning his sharp manly features. “Nhh… yes, yes yes yes!!!” he celebrated, ripping the most beautiful smile from your lips.

𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮. “Dr. Ishida, you have another patient” his secretary informed him by the end of his shift. “I have received every kid on the agenda for the day, is it urgent?” Uryu asked, he was used to treating kids whenever there was an emergency. Some paediatric patients can’t wait. “Well, is not urgent but the mother requested me with urgency that you please take a look at her baby” she said, walking into his office with two papers in her hands. She handed them to Uryu who soon discovered the next patient wasn’t even born yet. “But… (secretary name), this is a pregnancy test… I am not an obstetrician I shouldn’t- plus, whose tests are these? They don’t even have the name of the patient” the Quincy doctor stood up, a little annoyed and confused. “The patient is waiting on the ultrasound room; she has been already connected to the heart monitor by Nurse Inoue. Just please give the preggo lady a look. She specifically requested for a check-up by Dr. Ishida Uryuu” the secretary said, giggling and leaving the room as fast as possible. Uryuu remained silent for a few minutes, listening to those accelerated heartbeats coming from a few doors away. Even if he is a peadiatrician, OB and Neo are also located in the same floor as his, in his father’s hospital. He smiled sweetly, the sound of a new life thriving to become a beloved child in some months always melts his heart. He should go back home soon, but he couldn’t help it… there was something in that sweet beating melody that put a big smile on his face and called him to listen to it for a longer time. He put his coat on and thought of texting you “I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, just an urgent consult and I’ll be free” but he didn’t. He thought you were tired of excuses and him coming home late. Cleaning his glasses, he entered the ultrasound room, presenting himself without taking a look at the patient immediately. “Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Ishida. The secretary told me you request- (Name)…?” he stopped his words, discovering your barely bumpy belly and the sound of that heart coming from within you. “Good afternoon, Dr. Ishida. Would you like to meet the love of your life?” His eyes become waterfalls, Uryuu couldn’t move for a couple of seconds. He then, sat right by your side and with a soft peck on your lips, he whispered a heartfelt “Thank you, my love”…

𝐀̈𝐬 𝐍𝐨̈𝐝𝐭.

There was a time, where things were different. Where Äs didn’t feel pain, nor loneliness. A different outcome, where his body cured and the first steps out of that hospital were given holding her warm hand in his. No pain, no war, nor powers, nor Kings. It had been difficult to adapt for him; he didn’t know exactly what it was to make love. But he learned, naturally, by the calling of his heart and his needs. He also didn’t know what it was to love and be loved, but he discovered he didn’t need to try with you. And slowly but surely, a new family of you and him, happened. “Do you think I could be a good father someday?” he asked, while playing with your hair on a very orange sunset in the garden of your little house. “You wanna be a father, Äs?” you asked back, a little surprised by the right timing of his questioning. “I am a little scared… well, not a little… I am afraid of not being able to be one” he answered, looking right towards the fiery clouds of an autumn afternoon. His paler complexion, kissed by the dying sun rays, reminded you of those days in which it was too painful to be touched; and how hope was all that it was needed to progress. You look towards the crunchy leaves underneath your feet, and then grabbed his slim cold hand. “Follow me inside, there is something I need to show you…” “My dear Äs, I am about to grant you with a big power right now. Would you accept it?” you ask, covering his eyes with a black face mask that had been hanging there since covid. “What- yes? But what is it? You are scaring me” he murmured, confused. “Give me your hands” you ordered him, depositing something fluffy on his palms. When you took off the mask off his face, his black orbs fixed on the white pair of booties on his hands. “This…” “I am giving you a very strong power, the “F” one… Äs, you are gonna be a father… a fantastic father”

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Hi!!! Can I place a thrist post for our lovely captain of squad six? Where maybe his lovely little third seat fem reader. Discreetly brushes her ass against her captain “innocently” 😈 so starved of touch he can’t help but take her on his office desk??

Oh my- YES PLEASE I LOVE THIS. 🤤

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, pwp, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), pet names (good girl), minors dni

Word Count: 0.6k

You had always had a thing for your captain, never letting it be a secret either. But Byakuya? He had never given you any reason to believe that it was true that he felt the same way about you. He had always been afraid that since you were his third seat he'd have to worry about others talking and you having to step down in turn.

When you had been called to his office you had wondered why. Paperwork? Since when did Byakuya Kuchiki ever ask for help with his paperwork? He never even let Renji touch that stuff. But you knew that defying him was not the best of options so you made your way to his office without hesitation.

But when you saw him standing in front of his desk, the clothing that covered him something you had never seen before... you weren't sure that you could keep yourself under control. Instead of his normal captain’s uniform, his sweatpants hung low on his hip, the t-shirt that he wore much tighter than you would have ever expected it to be.

You moved toward the desk, reaching for a new stack of papers, but keeping yourself as close to him as you could. Every ounce of you told you that this was a horrible idea, that you shouldn't get that close to your captain, but that's when your body pressed against him. The sudden friction made you both stop and the way he didn't pull away made you press your ass further into him.

Byakuya's eyes were wide, but a low growl in his chest gave away the reason that he hadn't pushed away from you. His hips pushed forward, his willpower not enough to stop him from doing so. He craved you, he always had, and you were giving him the perfect opportunity to show you as much.

His strong hands grabbed your wrist as you reached out, stopping you in your tracks as he spun you around toward him. The bulge in his sweatpants was visible as you looked over his body, watching his chest heaving with desire. Before you even knew that it was coming he leaned toward you, his lips pressing to yours as his hands slid down the backs of your thighs to lift you from the floor.

Byakuya took your body and placed you on the desk, his hands running over every inch of you. The way his cock pressed against his pants was painful, pressing against your heat as he leaned between your legs, rubbing just enough to catch your clit. A sharp whine into his mouth caused him to groan with desperation. His fingers pushed under the waistband of your pants, pulling at them to get them down your legs, both of you moving in tune with each other. It was like you had both done this a thousand times before as if you knew every part of each other's bodies.

As your shorts fell from your legs he pushed the front of his sweatpants down, both of you fighting for your breath as your lips continued to crash together. His hand grasped his cock and stroked, his body leaning into you again as he pushed your panties to the side. It had been so long since either of you had been with someone. So long since you had felt a man's hands on you.

Byakuya pushed his hips forward over and over, his cock bottoming out inside of you. Your back arched against the desk immediately, getting him as far into your body as he could. You needed every inch of him, the way his cock pounded against that one spot deep inside you had your head spinning.

His deep and rough voice rang through your ears as he leaned down, nipping the bottom of your earlobe. "That's a good girl. You have no idea just how long I've been waiting to do this."

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[danddymaro]

Run | Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader

This has slight Byakuya x reader as well as a hint of the sternritter showing a slight interest in her too.

- Let’s pretend

During the fight against  Äs Nödt

Word count: 3050

Run 

Clammy red ornamented the ground, the resistance it has as you take a trembling step back hard to overlook. 

Regret immediately fills you as you soon come in full contact with a body that nearly cocoons you still, blocking off your escape.

Scarlet clings to the bottom of your sandals, acting as red ropes that bind you to the spot as you feebly watch what you dreadfully accept are the final breaths of your captain. 

And you do so at the hands of the very man you now utterly despise. 

His large, pale hands tenderly pet the sides of your arms before they each cease their travel, finding comfort on the spot that's right between your shoulder and neck. 

You can feel the pointed black ends curl into you, caging you furthermore as he leans down to you.

A falling river of sable softly tickles your cheek before it falls past your shoulder, and there's a part of you that imagines it aiming for your neck, coiling like a serpent that takes what's left of your life. However, it's seemingly harmless, soon flowing down to touch the most pronounced bit of your exposed collarbone with a tease that steals a breath from you.

The feather-soft strands that fall to you pet you, and even though it's an unwanted caress you feel as though it's a sense of betrayal. 

After all, It's damning to be so close to your enemy and do nothing.

What isn’t covered by your uniform can feel him and the sickening twist that comes from the delicate contact blends the insides of your stomach until the contents threaten to rise up. Heavy heat collects between the travel of your throat and stomach, and you try not to think about how revolting it is to have his scent surround you, owning you. 

It's the nauseating stench of too clean, reminding you of a once prolonged stay at the 4's barracks. It reminds you of powdered latex too, and as it overwhelms you,  you try to escape the invisible snare that has you at his mercy.

But all you can do is look toward your captain, helpless.

He sees you in a way no one ever has, and while pride has been a staple in your demeanor, in your very duties... it's lacking at the moment.

A low chuckle that comes from behind you forces a tiny shiver from you, and as you swallow down thickly you release a breath that quivers.

You want to fight back, yet, you've yet to draw your blade. 

Instead, the gleaming sharpness resides in its decorated sheath at your side as you feel defeated, beaten without a breath that harbors evidence of resistance.

A low, warm breath scarcely graces your right cheek as it escapes his black mask while he speaks, starting with a single sound that’s of consideration. 

“Ah...” he says. " Yes, you are terrified," he observes, and somewhere in there, you can hear his excitement gently dribbling from his wicked tongue. 

-And perhaps that's why the monster that teases you treads so close, so intimately.

It's mere entertainment to him.

"But moreso...grieving," he murmurs as he realizes that the man before you is someone precious to you.

It’s not the fear of your death that has you stunned, but instead, his. 

"He's dying," he tells you in his low, dragged-out voice that only makes the dreadful moment feel eternal, the very deep hum of his words just more mockery that pulls you into despair. 

Your moves feel terribly slow as your sluggish body proceeds to act, and as the Dark haired being that mercilessly taunts you watches, he wonders if you realize how much your movements hold no peril.

He stirs not one bit, and no movement is made to stop you. 

He merely stands in wait, truly curious as to how you will proceed.

Your fellow officers are slain, scattered bits of their remains only bloody trails that paint the ground of demise.

Your lieutenant is defeated as well, but faring better than the rest of your squadron as he lays motionless while low, struggled breaths emit from his bloodied mouth. 

He hangs over the crumbled ground and the Sternritter knows it's only minutes in counting before he draws his final one.

 And the captain he had witnessed you gaze at awe with was painted red, slowly drained of his life as he remained where he'd last left him, defeated by his own power.

-There was no saving him by that point.

' What will you do? ' he idly wonders.

It feels like a century before your clammy palm comes in contact with your zanpakuto, but as it finally reaches it, you bite your inner cheek with no true idea as to how to proceed. 

Feebly, you continue to look over to your Captain, your eyes gleaming with sorrow, speaking unsaid words too as your voice has no volume.

What has always felt like second nature leaves you, and you're bare to the world, defenseless like a beast without teeth, left to fend without claws.

The hand that firmly grasps your sword trembles as your shoulders begin to slack, and you swallow down thickly, 

"I..." your voice catches in your throat, and as the Quincy hears it he feels rather piqued by curiosity to know just how soft you sound when conquered. 

It's only a breath, but his ears perk, and he even stills his own.

Meanwhile, you're not sure what you want to say, what matters most. 

Would it be an apology? Should it be a sorrowful apology for failing before even trying?

-For being such a coward when he'd done the contrary.

Would another attempt at a breath be enough to tell him that you'd been happy before? 

-That just before the attack, before the declaration of war when it'd been just another day... you'd been happy?

Your red-haired lieutenant grins too hard, and he narrows his eyes at you with so much mischievous playfulness, you're immediately flustered. 

"Why didn't you tell me," he says lowly while he finds a way to jab his elbow at your ribs. "Huh?" he presses on while coming close as though he's being inconspicuous despite how loud his harsh whispers are.

You barely have time to argue before he proceeds, 

" Look at you putting the moves on him," he adds with actual awe that worsens your response.

You can feel yourself overheat, slowly melting like a well-lit candle, and as you try to say something a small squeak escapes, making things even worse. 

All you'd done was Bring the man some tea and a sample of some baked goods you thought would pair nicely. You had free time and thought of it as a good idea before.

"It's not like that!" you say, your voice failing at first, and when you stutter it's worse for your case, making Renji laugh. 

The way he throws his head back as he releases the sound has you wanting to hide, but not much more than when your superior finds you two.

Your moment is interrupted as your captain arrives, his eyes immediately on his desk where your offerings had been delicately placed. 

There's a touch of surprise there, but it slowly softens before his dark eyes then skim over to you two.

"Evening captain!" Abarai quickly finds his composure, the touch of respect and cordiality he addresses your captain with, one you hope to one day find balance with. 

 A little hum and nod are offered to him before you seem to be specifically targeted by his gaze, and your hands begin to sweat beneath the long sleeves of your attire.

Your greeting is small and terribly bashful as you fight through the intensity of his glare, and what is definitely a stifled chuckle from the man beside you.

"Wouldn't you know..." Renji starts as he places a hand on your shoulder, tightly gripping it, " I actually find someone to fill in," he adds while gesturing to you as you look at him with terribly wide eyes, not knowing what he's referring to.

You're terribly lost, but you're too afraid to ask.

"Oh?" Byakuya raises a perfectly trimmed brow as he looks at you. 

"She said she'd loved to be here with you all day," Abarai claims, and you can hear your heart pounding away as your breath fastens.

is he really  throwing you under the bus like that?

"She even made snacks," he points out merrily before he lets out a soft sigh.

"I don't know why you'd want to be stuck here all day," he then tells you, and there's a discreet touch of tease in there you catch and has you feeling nervous.

"But who am I to argue," he says before he halfheartedly shrugs, leaving with just that before letting you fill in on the extra workload that had been left to him.

It's only until your alone, stuck before a towering stack of paperwork that you realize how he'd played you.

'That asshole,' you think to yourself, your jaw tightened as you think about how Renji had found a way to stack his paperwork onto you while he was probably getting drunk with that pretentious prick Yumichika and that big, shiny-headed jerk Ikkaku.

It was supposed to be his shift! His work! His duties!

'i'll get him back,' you swear as you're about to leave, but you are stopped by the sound of your name.

You're rooted by the exit, your hand on the door as you slowly peek back, 

"Yes?" you say back your voice soft as silk. Anything he says is listened to dutifully, and if you knew how much your face glowed at his attention, you'd understand how easy it is to discover your closely harbored secret.

- The one you’re so afraid to let anyone know.

Byakuya remains seated on his chair, and he's overlooking the last bits of the reports in hand as he speaks, his entire demeanor untroubled as always, 

"Thank you for your help," he tells you, the straightforward appreciation greeted with graciousness of your own. 

Your response comes naturally.

 You smile at him, subtly, and touched with a faint show of fluster that he does find endearing, even if he doesn't comment on it. 

Momentarily, he eyes it as he breaks his concentration on his work.

Somehow you manage to respond, and it earns you a faint sound that hints at content.

" Oh," he then sounds, as though he remembers something, 

 "The calligraphy club is having a meeting this Thursday," he informs you, and you look at him with surprise. 

You recall how exclusive it is, how the only other remembers are respected captains, and you nod in acknowledgment before it strikes you that maybe he’s inviting you. 

‘Is he inviting me?’ you wonder dumbly before he says more.

"I hope it interests you, " he then proceeds, and after a moment of disbelief, you fiercely nod.

And you smile in a way that has him certain you'll attend. 

You practically glow.

' I was so hopeful,' you think idly, and your face softened into a melancholic smile directed at him.

'So...happy,' you add. 

'That I'd like to think you were too....' you proceed to wistfully muse.

Rukia has trouble not looking your way, her dark eyes briefly skimming over you to admire how lovely you look as you walk alongside her brother who seems rather lighthearted as of late.

She's noticed, even if it's been a rather modest change, but he has a certain glow to him that's warm. And the occasional smile he walks with is also a sight she can’t overlook.

" You know I'd been hiding from her for hours," Renji said while looking at you, finding everything but a seething woman.

At first, he was convinced were going to get back at him and that it was all an act to make him drop his defenses, but the more that time progressed, the more he was changing his mind about it.

 " I thought she'd be angry when she saw me, but it's like she's been floating on air, " he notes, having observed how happy you seemed.

 Much more the lack of animosity towards him when he did bump into you, which would have eventually happened given how close you and captain Kuchiki had been as of late. 

“They've both been...” he takes a short pause before his eyes round, quickly looking at Rukia who only offers him a soft smile.

'Run...' Byakuya silently pleas, detesting how it's his immediate thought.

It’s a bitter sting to him, and an insult to you, but it’s the only thing his heart tells him is right.

He looks at you with dread, with unfortunate defeat as he fails to reach you, helplessly watching the enemy so near you. 

It’s sickening to him, and he can’t do anything about it.

His eyes then skim down to his broken blade that serves no purpose but to lay there silently.

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"I've yet to pierce you," the slender male that observes you comments as he cranes his head to the side, his wide-eyed stare more apparent than yours, yet holding none of your tremor and dread.

 His eyes which are the emptiest black lack an empathetic shine, harnessing the same empty existence as the center of black holes, holding nothing but mystery within them that you don't wish to look back to.

'- Run away,' Kuchiki silently begs again. 

It's like he's crying out to you, and the speed at which your face hides from his sight is near blinding. 

You shut your eyes tight, and as your chest heaves, there's a sound that leaves you that reaches long distances before you finally react. 

The echo of your misery is one that peaks with determination as you finally find your courage.

The hand that reaches for your blade quits shaking, and while your first strike fails as your opponent dodges, you advance with another swing.

The cold sweat that had decorated your forehead finally rushes off you as you fight, the narrow misses your blade preforms encouraging you enough until one good strike gets him.

-An opening.

You move with haste delivering a second strike, and whilst you feel the connection, he seems unscathed, a truth that has you peeved. Blow after blow he’s unaffected.

Instead, he simply looks to you with just the softest touch of amusement in his dead eyes as he waits for you to realize your attempts are futile, that he has no weak spot.

The precise jut of your blade’s point that touches his neck’s base is blocked off, angering you.

 ‘Of course,’ reality hits you. ‘We don’t know anything about them,’ you inwardly curse, not knowing how to proceed.

 ‘And what little we’ve just found out doesn’t help me at all!’ you add as a cursed thorn flies past you.

You stare with a hard glare at the last that threatens to pierce you, and you swallow down bitter spit.

  He’s practically toying with you, something you can’t seem to understand until he moves, his true speed a terror to you as he approaches you, nearing dangerously close. 

The sharp points of his mask seem even more threatening as they've approached you, soon digging into your flesh as he even leans closer to your terribly stilled form, yet again at an intimate distance.

“Tell me,” he starts, “ Do you fear me?” he dares to ask, and he stares at you the entire time, unable to look away, hardly able to waste a moment with a blink that obscures the sight of you.

one of his hands take hold of your face’s lower half, tightly gripping for only half a second before he yanks the hand away, black nails wickedly raking over your skin, leaving angry marks over you. 

His touch grazes you before he intentionally pulls back, yet another showboat of his that has you cold shivering.

‘I can’t beat him,’ you think solemnly, knowing so, aware any strike of yours would be immediately deflected by his strange shield. 

“I have to...” you breathe, struggling through the ache in your chest as you know what you have to do. You’re certain, yet it doesn't take away from what you feel.  

He can see it in your eyes, the desperation, the pretty shine your gaze holds and it fully captivates him.

‘I don’t want to go...’ you lament wishing you had the strength to stand your ground.

The gentle flicker that is your captain is hardly there for you to feel, and it’s like you can feel him slowly fading away, forcing you to focus on another presence instead.  

‘But he’s still there,’ you think with relief, and you accept the only other choice you have as your empty hand aims to your neck where the choker that snugly decorates it is hastily torn off.

‘We lost the battle...but not the war,’ you think.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and while you look toward the man before you, you’re not speaking to him.

With an underhanded swing you send the choker towards the sternritter and as it explodes you make an escape.

 It’s a diversion with a small window for you as smoke spreads after the blast. 

As you hold your blade in one hand, the other collects the thick tears that obscure your sight as you speed through the destruction that has destroyed everything you knew.

The very ground you once walked on is crumbed and painted red, a scene that makes your heart wrench, but you continue to move forward.

Meanwhile, the dark haired menace that stays behind glances at you idly, his eyes following your figure as it draws further from him, as you head to the same direction he’d seen your lieutenant land.

“Are you still there captain?” he asks, his eyes possessed by you as you flee.

A spiteful, stuttered breath leaves Byakuya , yet it causes the Quincy no torment.

Instead, he seems pleased as he grins at the defeated male,“ You must be relieved,” he proceeds.

“ - To have her far from me,” he then muses. 

“You seem to have some luck,  you won’t have to watch her die,” he adds.

[brittscafe]

may I request Byakuya x F! Reader that is jealous? NSFW pls

Yes, of course <3

You hated it. You hated how damn attractive Byakuya Kuchiki is. You hate the way his long, raven hair flows in the wind and how his eyes can catch anyone's attention that isn't yours.

But, they don't get to see the Byakuya you know. The naked, vulnerable Byakuya. For not having a large build, Byakuya is muscular and his cock is long, almost too long.

Those women don't get to see or feel his cock hitting you in all the right places that make you scream his name. So, why are you so jealous?

You're fiddling with your hands on the bar counter, distracted by all the distance chatter and music playing in the background. Not even hearing Byakuya calling out your name.

"Is something wrong, love?" Byakuya's soft voice pulls you out of your mind. You glance over at him and shoot him a weak smile, your eyes crinkling at the sides.

"No. Nothing," you shake your head with a dismissive tone. His eyes rake over your face and he knits his eyebrows together.

Byakuya can tell when something is bothering you. You get a knot in between your eyebrows. He slides his hand across the bar and grabs onto yours, squeezing it gently.

"Y/n, please don't lie to me. If you don't to talk about it, that's fine. I understand," he reassures you with a tender voice.

"The way those women look at you, it makes me so jealous," you sigh out with frustration. The corners of Byakuya's lips dare to curl up into a tiny smirk.

"I only have eyes for you, my darling," Byakuya reassures you with a ginger voice. You scoff quietly and roll your eyes with annoyance.

"I know that, but they don't. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help it. I just want everyone to know that you're mine and mine only," you huff out, leaning back in the chair and pouting.

Byakuya smiles to himself and stifles a chuckle. It finds you to be so cute when you pout.

"Come here. Follow me," Byakuya stands up, offering you his hand.

You take ahold his hand and stand up, following him through the crowds of the bar. Byakuya's eyes dart around before entering the female restroom.

Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. Thank the Soul Society that nobody else is in here, but you two.

"Byakuya! We can't be in here, especially you," you call out as Byakuya pulls you into an empty stall. He shuts the door and locks it.

Your back pressing up against the cold tile wall and Byakuya wraps his arms around your waist.

"Then, you've got to be quiet," he explains, dipping his head down and pressing his warm lips on your neck. His hand reaches down and he tugs off his captain's cloak.

It hits the ground and you moan softly as Byakuya's lips suck on your sensitive skin. His hands grab onto your black kosode and he tears it off your skin.

Byakuya tosses it on the ground and he pulls away from your neck.

He moves his face near yours, lips hovering above yours. You can breathe in the smell of the strong sake. It makes you dizzy for a moment before returning back to reality.

Byakuya roughly presses his lips to yours, like he needs your lips to breathe or even live. He rolls his hips into yours and groans heavily.

His hands fiddle around with your black hakama and he pulls them down. They pool around your ankles and you step out of them.

"You should know that I only have eyes for you, my love," Byakuya speaks gently, pulling away from your lips.

"Hm, is that what you say to all the girls?" you hum out and Byakuya scoffs quietly, his eyes darkening and glancing down at you.

"No, only to the girl I'm in love with," he comments tenderly, his knuckles grazing over your cheek. Your eyes widen and a warm smile tugs on your lips.

"Oh yeah? Who's that?" you ask and Byakuya bites back a chuckle, taking off his black kosode. His muscles flex and your mouth waters at his biceps.

"I'm looking at her. The woman whom I love dearly and I'm about to make love to," Byakuya speaks honestly and your heart skips a beat.

His pants and boxers pool down around his ankles. Your body shudders at the sight of his long length, springing out. Byakuya strokes his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

You both moan in unison as Byakuya thrusts inside of you. You lean your forehead against his and let out a deep breathe.

"Byakuya, please move," you beg him, clamping your walls around his cock.

"As you wish, my love," Byakuya speaks softly, pulling his hips back and then snapping them back. You cry out with pleasure, his cock fitting perfectly inside of you.

His hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your sinful moans that fill the bathroom. Byakuya's hips roll into yours, cock sinking back into your aching pussy.

The stall door starts to rattle from Byakuya's frequent, rough thrusting. He reaches and grabs onto your hand, interlacing your fingers.

He pins his hand above your head and you whimper, filling his cock thrust deep inside of you. His cock pushes against that sweet spot of yours, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," Byakuya groans out, your walls clenching around his twitching cock.

"Byakuya," you moan out, feeling your release come closer. The hotness pooling in between your legs makes your thighs tremble as your body is pressed into wall.

You let out a scream of pleasure as your orgasm rips through your body, trembling and jolting. Your cum spills out onto Byakuya's cock and he clenches his jaw, trying to hold himself together.

A few more sloppy thrusts and Byakuya releases thick, hot slicks of cum inside of your pussy. The two of you pant heavily and Byakuya leans his head into the curve of your shoulder.

He releases his tight grip on your mouth and you let out a tiny whimper as he pulls out from your insides.

"Are you still jealous?" Byakuya asks, picking up your clothes and handing them to you. You chuckle and let out a deep breathe.

"No, after all you did just make love to me in the women's bathroom, Byakuya. But, if I catch another woman staring at you...I can't help what I might do next," you explain, shrugging your shoulders.

Byakuya chuckles and cups your cheek, pulling you closer. "I love you," he presses his lips to yours.

[blueparadis]

❝ AGAINST THE ROPES ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI !

( ! )—» f!(dom)reader × switch!byakuya kuchiki, established relationship, Xplicit content { sūb-dōm dynamics, power play, shibari, bdsm themes + play/act , s&m, rope bondage, bdsm terminology } word count ~ 1k | redirect to blog navigation.

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Red ropes entangled along his pecs following a knot into his back at the dip on his waist. Byakuya was seated with his knees kissing the mattress, arms tied at the back. With his blindfold on he was deprived of the beautiful outfit you were wearing tonight, a backless burgundy dress up to your ankles. He was clothed too, in a white shirt and dark burgundy trousers. His hair was loose, with few strands sticking on his temple and warmth pooling under his nape because he had been seated for almost half an hour. His lips part at the sound of your heels fading away.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked walking away to get rid of your stilettoes. Byakuya felt a sharp nudge on his sanity as if someone was poking him with a needle, while you inserted a finger underneath those ropes that aligned with his bulge. “Or is it too tight?” you chimed, yet he did not respond. He just huffed. His collar button was undone giving you a sneaky view of his toned collarbones.

His jaw hardens as your fingers trace along his thighs. “it’s just tight.” he utters coyly biting the inner flesh of his lower lip trying to hide his bashful smirk.

“seems perfect to me.” you kiss the corner of his lips, then onto his neck while your fingers travel down to his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“Do you know what I'm wearing?” You retreat from peppering kisses on his neck and hunch down to reach his belt. “Well. . . Take a guess,” you unbuckle his belt, and pull down the zipper. He feels a light graze of your fingers against his hard-on.

“I don't know. . .maybe nothing. You didn't give me a chance to look” he mutters under his breath knowing full well that if he tilts his head to a side he could easily kiss all the way down to your collarbones. He can hear your soft breathing, smells the cologne, and the jingle of your hoop earrings.

You hunch down a little more, aligning your mouth with his. You are teasing him, he knows you are. He cannot fall for your tricks. That is the main reason why he landed in this predicament. You said he would have a better time if you were to take the wheel for tonight; Secretly, he swore that there would be no more after this. He simply could not resist the urge, to be the first to test those brand-new ropes on.

“No,” you whispered. “I’m wearing the dress you gifted me.” with a swift pull the belt came into your hand. Byakuya could feel his patience ticking off. He has thought of you wearing that dress, fucking you in it, at his cabin but now that you are wearing it he cannot see you even if he wishes to. You noticed him looking in your way, lips parted waiting for you to take them as your breath fanned against his mouth.

The only thought ravaging his mind was to hold your hands above your head, pinning you to the wall and marking all over your nape while you face the wall. Byakuya's hands felt tight, wrists aching as he heard a low chuckle from you. His body jolted, coming out of his fantasy of fucking you in his office as his belt hit the floor. “Untie me, please.” he quipped. No, he almost sounded like he begged. “let me see you . . . ”

“Oh well. That can be done surely.” You walked towards him while he kept moving his head as if he could see you. You tucked a few loose strands behind his warm ear lobes, tracing your fingers from his temple up to his chin. “When we're done —when I'm done playing with you, we'll have to attend the party we've been invited to.” You caresses his jaw and gave it a nudge, he was quick to follow. He stood up and turned around as you guided him so that you could sit at the edge of the bed.

“You can see me there. Where everyone else would be seeing. You and me.” The moment your words fell from your mouth, his jaw clenched while your lips latched onto the tip of his cock. You circle the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock, kissing it gently, licking off the pre-cum off his fat tip. He is being patient more than his limit already; now all you are doing is testing his sanity.

The fact that his hands are tied, he cannot hold your face, and shove his cock inside your mouth makes it harder for him not to give in. He has imagined where and how you would touch the moment his eyes were covered but now he may not feel the warmth of your mouth. He might just cum if you continue to tease him more with occasional rubbing on his shaft.

But that is not the only thing that infuriates him. You are about to blow him, wearing his favorite dress and all he can do is stand like a statue, see you when you would be smiling among other men and women drowning in those neon lights. Why? He should be the one to see you in that dress, not anyone else.

You took his cock inside your mouth giving it strong sucks, squelching noises filling the room accompanied by his ragged intake of breath. He is trying his best to hold but his thighs spread apart, hips buck up and an exasperated moan escapes from his mouth coming undone all over your dress.

“Ah! Tsk tsk tsk. You ruined the dress.” you coaxed with utmost calm removing the blindfold from his face. At last, he could see you — barely clad, only in flimsy lingerie set. His eyes searched the surroundings but there was no sign of that dress. “Why are your eyes roaming everywhere else when I'm right in front of you? ” you chimed undoing his knots and binds.

“You lied to me.” Eyebrows congested, switching on to your belly where most of his cum spread, hands caging you in almost instantaneously as soon as it was free. You ran your fingers over his nape, watching him close his eyes and savor your touch but only for a moment. You inclined towards him, almost grazing his lips, whispering, “And, I'm willing to pay for it.” you looked into his eyes feeling his hands grasp onto your waist strongly.

A hard slap landed on your hips making you moan sharply. Byakuya flipped you over at ease. who would say that man was under bondage for almost an hour? His hands reached your entrance while the other wrapped around your tummy smearing the cum all over your tummy. “You're so wet, love,” pushing you onto the bed he rasped, “But you're gonna have to bear with it. Just a little longer.”

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[apetalonfire]

"Byakuya’s blue eyes fixed on yours as he looks up and nuzzles on your core" from Cherry Blossoms Weather Ch.4 [coming soon]