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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕 [part 1] Byakuya Kuchiki x F! Clan Leader! Reader.

✦torpe: enemies to lovers. | Au: not really specified, not canon. Inspired on chinese clans. red string of fathe. ✦tw: NSFT. mdi. explicit sexual scenes (vag, creampie). demonic possession. violence. blood. ✦a/n: not sure how long this fic will be, but at least more than one chapter. You can tell me if you want more :3 the "Wheat disease" is just a random disease I invented, since I can't have gluten I found it funny to give that name to it. ✦wc: 3k~

Becoming the matriarch of your clan at such young age hasn’t been easy. The many things to attend, the rules, the enemies…

oh, the enemy… tangled with your sheets one more night, one more time.

“I didn’t think you were to take that risk, Byakuya… you know too well you could wake up with my sword carved into your lungs one of these days” you murmur, while tracing a path upwards all through the line of his spine.

His pale skin reacts to your touch; the indentation of his spine in the middle of his back a beautiful place in which you wish you could die. Soft silk sheets covering right above the start of his glutes, his long black hair strands raining on his shoulders.

“Same way you could wake up with my sword about to slice your head…” Byakuya murmurs turning around to face you.

You scoff… “we are different, you see? I told you could wake up with a sword already carved in you, but you only named “about to” when it comes to me”.

Byakuya’s ears become red. Such showing of weakness coming from himself should be punished. But is it worth it? He is already sleeping with the enemy anyway.

The noble reaches for your hand, pulling you on top of his chest. You fall gracefully with your palms on his shoulders. You can’t help but felt driven by his skin scent, not that flowery like usual. The lingering smell of sex nests in the crook of his neck, calling you to sin once more before both have to go back to reality.

“Why is the forbidden such a delicious fruit? So juicy, so addictive?” you whisper, muzzled by the pristine white canvas that’s his skin.

Your questioning only rips a subtle scoff from his mouth, but quite a brute bite to your shoulder; “Who knows, but it definitely tastes like ambrosia”

Grunting you crawl on top of him; straddling your hips to his. Byakuya is again so hard and you so wet. You can feel the heat increasing as your cores are pressed into each other. Your nails carve their pass on his pecs, leaving reddish reactions on his skin.

Your enemy’s hips buck up. He is searching for a warmth he has learned to enjoy; a warmth he dies to experience those nights when both are separated. You moan in response, allowing your femininity to surround his shaft.

“Nghh…” Byakuya grunts, throwing his head back, showing you the tense muscles of his neck and the sharp mandible that could cut your skin. You bite your lips, there is no better sound, no better image that the one that his delighted self depicts.

His silky gentle hands search for your hands, soft fingers intertwining. Soft, but strong grip.

Move, move for me. Let me bury in you…

O shaped mouths, lips getting dry. Both hastily breathing. It seems that what was meant to be to never be close, the closer it gets the more beautiful it is.

“I need to… can I…?” Byakuya asks, while his hips drill into you. Up and down, helping your back and forth motions.

“Is- isn’t it… the epitome of the forbidden, Byakuya Kuchiki? You want me yours; you want me completely yours?” you ask back, in between pants and lip biting.

Byakuya frowns in pure pleasure, because even if you are trying once again to become bitter, pleasure isn’t stopping and you either. And neither his hips are, and the upcoming orgasm that feels like a volcano that’s about to erupt.

“Please, just once…” he begs, making you shiver. His pleading deep blue eyes make you so weak.

You let your chest fall on top of him, allowing his hips to do all the work now. No more riding, just letting him ram countless times in and out of you. Your lips tightly press once against the other, and then breath robber kisses with tongues dancing and saliva mixing.

“Do it… fill me up, fill me up until you are absolutely satisfied, Kuchiki Byakuya” you purr, when your mouths separate for bare seconds.

He grunts, taking a big gasp of air, surrounding your body with his arms and pressing down the small of your back. He goes deeper, deeper than before. A hard thrust, a violent one. Your trembling muscles announcing your own pleasure peak and the way both breath each other’s moans.

Warm, overflowing. It feels like home, like breaking rules and like freedom. Womb so full, with clenching walls asking for more of that milky elixir of climax.

“I might have fallen in love with you…” you whisper right into his ear, still breathing hastily but in heaven still connected to feel those lagging throbs of his sex into yours.

Byakuya caresses your back up towards your nape with his whole palm. Gripping your hair after to pull slowly and yet so dominantly your head back. He wants to see your face that was hiding in the crook of his neck.

Your enemy smiles… Your sloppy eyelids, irritated lips apart, the blush on your cheeks drives him crazy…

“I-”

The hard nock on your door, and the entrance of men you don’t quite recognize bursting into your room.

“You are a disgrace for the clan, Matriarch (name)!” they scream.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ...

Two months before.

“Matriarch (Name), we have reports of the Kuchiki men wandering in our territory” your men announce, unable to look you in the eyes. They aren’t allowed.

You put down your brush. Those letters to your brother who has travel far away can wait. “Bring me one; I’ll interrogate him myself” you order.

Those who came to give information leave after bowing before you. Efficiently, and silently. No more than twenty minutes after and one of the Kuchiki clan’s men appear in front of you, with a bloody nose and perhaps some knocked out teeth.

You stand up, your royal clothes flowing with the wind your own presence creates. Hitting the table with your two hands, you make the prisoner of red hair jolt.

“Speak. Why were you wandering my lands? If your lord master isn’t able to follow the treat we’ve made I will attack offhandedly” you declare, looking at him from above, so contemptuously.

“I- we weren’t! We… we needed a special flower… you see, my master… he has fallen ill with the… Wheat disease!! We can’t find any of the flowers in our territory, I beg you please, help us!” the man kneels in front of you, prostrating after to plead for a cure.

You frown. Kuchiki Byakuya might be your enemy, but the Wheat disease is known to be mortal in a matter of days. And your clan, especially you, aren’t used to see your enemies fall because of illnesses but from your swords.

After meditating for a couple of seconds you reach for a conclusion. You are aware such decision could make your collaborators and your whole clan mad but once you decide something you aren’t coming back.

“I will help. Take me to your Lord Master and I will cure him” you pronounce, owning the gasps of your men and the prisoner’s cry to suddenly stop. “I have the antidote and the kido techniques to save his life. But you will have to take me to him, personally. That’s my deal”

The red-haired man grabs the distinctive around his arms and after a few seconds agree. He squeezes the Kuchiki emblem hard around his arm, but there is nothing he could do; Byakuya’s life comes first.

Despite knowing he will most probably end up being beheaded for bringing the head clan of their mortal enemies to the Kuchiki manor.

Soon your hand chair gets ready. It’s made of ebony and gold; red finest silks cover the sides, and you sit in there like the powerful matriarch you are. Luxury abound, if the Kuchiki are rich, the (Name of your Clan) are richer.

The sound of your army boots resound around the forest that both clans share, where no one is allowed to trespass the red line drawn on the floor because of an historical agreement Byakuya Kuchiki and you have made.

The deal still burns in the back of your mind. Noble houses spoke for about two weeks after the image of your hands shaking. Your clans have hated each other, being hostile and brawl for more than 300 years, yet, the hate met a truce by the hands of two young leaders.

The red-haired men whose name was known to be General Abarai, has been sent to the front line of your procession. He would be the one in charge of letting his comrades know about your presence there and your -honest?- reasons behind your deal breakage.

You play with your distinctive ring while you believe you are about to reach the limit traced in the forest. The Lycoris Radiata, the flower that represents your clan, made of ruby carves in your fingertip as you press your ring without noticing. You don’t want to accept the fact that you are more anxious than you should be.

The last time you saw Byakuya he had just recently assumed the leading position of his clan and there were no night you dreamed of those sharp eyes fixed on yours after the delicate yet strong handshake that set the truce.

You wonder if he looks miserable now; does he know his subordinate will come pleading for help to save his life to no other than his mortal enemy? The truce only meant the ceasefire of an eternal war in your backyards, but that didn’t mean the hate inherited by blood would stop existing at all.

“Hate… why our clans hate each other really?” you ask yourself, not being able to recall the exact reason behind such rivalry. Was because of lands? Was because of gold? Your father wasn’t ever allowed to tell you, neither did your mother. Not even your sensei.

Nobody ever knew the real root of such abhor.

The sudden stop of your chariot pulls you out of your own mind. You have arrived to the Kuchiki lands. Fields of Sakura trees in pure blossom, the everlasting crimson of your “Death Flowers” have ended to meet the pink representation of ephemeral springs that will soon be covered in pristine white snow.

The hand of your general reaches for yours to help you get off your chair. The scent of softness surrounds you, and it’s nothing like at home where the perfume of your flowers makes everyone dizzy.

You smirk pleased. There is something absolutely empowering about you putting your foot in those lands that you wish to enjoy as much as possible.

“What is she doing here?!” some soldiers whisper. “Why is the Death Matriarch here?” some workers murmur.

You scoff… “Death Matriarch” they call you, just because of your red flower fields. If they only knew you are there to pull his master’s death from his own body with your “death flowers”.

Rukia Kuchiki, Byakuya’s sister arrives at the doors of their property. Small woman with great power. Of course, what else could you expect from a Kuchiki after all.

“Matriarch (Name), what are you doing here? Isn’t it a little bit low to come visit us when our leader is bedridden? I am well aware you aren’t a scavenger, and he isn’t dead” she says, with trembling voice but decided to protect his only family at all costs.

Your men quickly unsheathe their scimitars while hers wield their katanas at you.

You take your hand to your lips, letting a sophisticated but sarcastic giggle.

“Sheathe, my men. Don’t act hostile towards Miss Kuchiki, please. I have come in peace, brought by no other than General Abarai” you calmly tell her, because you have no intentions of fighting. At least, not until your opponent is placed on an equal footing. And Byakuya, right now, isn’t.

General Abarai immediately speaks up, grabbing Rukia’s hand in his. The attention derives from you to such display of confidence from a lower class one to the master’s sister.

“My lady, she is the only one able to cure Lord Master Kuchiki” he mumbles, trying to explain that bringing you there wasn’t just a mere whim.

You see that woman become weak when the calloused big hands of the general surround hers. A soft smile garnishes your face, there is no doubt -at least in front of your eyes- that both are completely in love with each other.

“Renji… my brother would prefer dying before letting her help him” she whispers in pain, letting for some moments to show how much this is hurting her.

“I will take full responsibility for such boldness… but I can’t let Lord Master Kuchiki die”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ .

The interior of the Kuchiki manor looks as clean as you could imagine.

Even if Byakuya himself offered his house to seal the truce six years ago, you blatantly deny it. Instead, you ended up doing it right in the forest, casting both the divisor line with kido. A line that have intrigued many cultivators and monks… because it wasn’t white as it was supposed to be, but it was crimson, like a trail of blood spilled on the ground after someone’s carotids had been slashed open.

“Matriarch (Name), my brother is right in this room. You can ask me anything and we will bring it to you” Rukia says, still nervous.

You take a quick look through the door of the whitest room you have ever seen. Behind also white curtains of semi sheer silk the dark figure of a man lies on a futon.

A dark aura, however, contrasts with the ghostly atmosphere that surrounds him. It’s the mantle of death floating around him, like vultures awaiting for his inevitable end.

“Kuchiki Rukia, I believe you won’t be willing to see this. I promise you, in name of my whole clan that your brother will be back at being himself. But the returning path it’s gonna be painful to walk” you explain to her, in total honesty.

You see her eyes become watery, but, at the very least, a shine of hope still shines in them. She hums, closing her eyes and leaning towards General Abarai. Him, who hasn’t taken his eyes from her, receives her weakened body in his strong arms.

You smile kindly, and then enter into the room of who everybody knows as “your enemy”

Immediately the scent of camellias hits you; It makes you slightly dizzy, as if it was placed in there to protect him from unwanted visitors. “You are just as I remember, Byakuya… Always putting up invisible walls before anyone to protect yourself… even in your deathbed”

You are a few centimetres to see his status. Behind those semi see through curtains lays the man you should be trying to kill, not help.

As you pass through, the silk caresses your cheeks with the soft kiss of delicacy and your eyes discover Byakuya’s indeed miserable body. He is completely naked, barely covered by linoleum sheets from his neck down as the current protocol indicates when treating patients with the Wheat Disease. You can only imagine what’s beneath such coverings.

Byakuya is completely damped in sweat, shivering so slightly. His fists are clenched, his eyes tightly shut. Mandible clenched, and neck muscles tensed.

You kneel on the side of his bed; you are aware that touching his chest, his arms or anywhere where the spots have appeared could potentially infect you with such disease.

“Lord Master Kuchiki, I’m Matriarch (Name). I haven’t come here in order to hurt you, I am here to save you” you inform him, whether he is able to hear you or not, it doesn’t really matter.

You inspect him closer. There is a certain vibe that indicates this isn’t a disease, it feels more as if someone had coursed his body. In any case, you should check.

You take some air and place your hands over his body. One at his head level, the other at his solar plexus. Creating crimson light, you encourage anything that could have crawled inside his body to awaken in your presence.

“Show yourself if you are there, evil spirit!” you hex.

You can see the veins of his neck popping out, his shoulders cracking. Your heart beats faster, you weren’t wrong; Byakuya Kuchiki had been cursed.

Waiting, anxiety creeps in your bones. You know you are strong, but you don’t know how strong that entity might be. If it will use Byakuya’s power, you don’t that either. Because you know the man laying there is as powerful as you, and perhaps, even more than you.

“Are you shy, disgrace of Diyu? Or are you scared of me?!” you course the demon for playing with your time; not even a ghost has the right to disrespect you.

Byakuya suddenly opens his eyes. That deep blue he used to have has turned in two black orbs, pure darkness within a deepest sea of red capillaries around.

“You useless bitch!” he screams, suddenly jumping on you. You end up pinned against the floor with his hands around your neck. He squeezes hard, so strongly you can barely pass a single molecule of oxygen through your trachea.

The linoleum sheets had fallen, and his perfect naked body shows more than what you could have wished to see. In any case, the white spots of the Wheat disease aren’t there, but now the marks of claws carved on his skin are.

“Byakuya, come back!” you plead with difficulty as he keeps strangling you with the smirk of a demon, hitting your head against the floor. “Byakuya come back, win the war against the evil!” you declare, using your index and middle finger pressed against his heart. You exude enough spiritual pressure to kill the strongest of demons and as you do the entity disappears.

The possessed muscles of your “enemy” soon lose tone, and he falls back. Quickly, you manage to avoid his body hitting the floor, grabbing him in your embrace. You pant, still trying to reach for fresh air, looking at the now peaceful countenance of an unconscious Byakuya.

“Who did this to you, Kuchiki?” you grunt, letting him to rest safely back into his bed. You have learned to ignore his nudity, but soon you remember is better if he gets covered by the sake of respect.

You proceed to cover him up, but even before that you think of curing those claw marks. You realized they have left a bowl of water with fresh towels, so, you stand up and pick them up.

Of course, a person like you shouldn’t be doing that for anyone, but you can’t help it. As if your hands were moving on your own you clean his wounds with extreme care, applying later the crumbled dried rests of the Spider Lily flowers you brought to cure the deep cuts.

Once you are finished, you finally take a look at yourself into a golden decorated mirror. Moving your hair away, you discover the indentations of his fingertips. They remain on each side of your neck, like the marks of possession.

“This secret must remain in between you and me, you brute” you mumble, grunting at the reflection of your bruised skin.

“Which secret, Death Matriarch?” a sloppy voice calls from behind. A shiver runs through your spine. You take your hand to your scimitar, ready to unsheathe. If that’s the demon, and it had fooled you into believing he had abandoned Byakuya’s body you will have to fight.

Suddenly and quickly, you turn around. But instead of discovering a ferocious entity, you only see Byakuya on the bed looking at you. He seems tired, but gladly the blue has returned to his beautiful eyes.

“Ugh… it’s just you” you breathe a sigh of relief. “No secret, this marks have been done by you. Well, by the curse inside you. You are free. I saved you” you state, a little too excited for what Byakuya is used to hear coming from you.

“You- you saved me? Who called you? Who let you in?! Why did you save me?!” he asks, displeased and feeling insulted. Byakuya tries to stand up from bed but fails miserably.

You immediately kneel by his side to help him. And you realize, again, this isn’t your usual you.

“I suggest you acting this way once you are recovered. You can fight to death with me once you are fully recuperated” you let the reasonable side of you take over. “Now that my job here is over, I’m leaving. I don’t wish to break the deal no more” you stand up and wave at him.

He remains silent. Absolutely dumbfounded as he watches you walk away. Yet right before you could open the door of his room he says something.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Please, stay”

To be continued…

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apetalonfire · 1 year

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My OC Haru, wife of Byakuya ♡

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apetalonfire · 1 year

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I blame the anime for depicting Byakuya as a heartless monster sometimes. For those who didn't watch the movie; byakuya goes out to ask for "medical" help immediately.

But continuing... This is really interesting. Yuzu is supposed to be beyond salvation, having been pierced by the chains of hell.

And yet...

Byakuya's reaction also.

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apetalonfire · 1 year

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𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

➜ Byakuya's dedicate side blog > self ship & content related ➜ Cosplay photos: [pre TYBW outfit] ; [TYBW outfit 1] ; [TYBW outfit 2] ➜ Ichiban Kuji Figure photos ➜ my tattoo ♡

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐬 ✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (7/...) ✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ➡ // 霊圧 + 淫慾. //spiritual pressure + lust. [𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘰𝘧-𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘹 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪-𝘺𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣]

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬> +18 & sfw ✦ おやすみ. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader. ✦ [+18 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬] 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦ 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊. +18 dom! byakuya kuchiki x f! reader ✦ Business Trip. +18 ceo! kuchiki byakuya x f! reader (vday event) ✦ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑮𝒀. +18 byakuya x f! reader (trying for a baby) ✦ 𝐇𝐂𝐬: 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝙱𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝙱𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✦ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦.

✦ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧. byakuya x f! reader. (shoujo event ✦ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚. byakuya x gn! reader ✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⋆˙⊹ +18 byakuya x f! reader. (xmas event) ✦ ＳＥＮＢＯＮ ❀ ＺＡＫＵＲＡ byakuya x f! reader (cotton candy clouds event) ✦ 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀. comforting byakuya during a nightmare ✦ 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. +18 byakuya | gin | aizen | ulquiorra ✦ Mayuri's investigation P1: Gotei 13's waters contaminated by Aphrodisiacs - Subjects: Byakuya & Shunsui +18

✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 22 ➡ +18 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄. byakuya x f! reader ✦ 𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 • BLEACH MEN • +18 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✦ 𝐊𝐨𝐢 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩 & 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐬 +18 byakuya x f! reader x jushiro ukitake ✦ The Monarch Butterfly. Byakuya x f! reader ✦ Lunar Eclipse. +18 byakuya x f! reader (opxbleach crossover event).

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apetalonfire · 1 year

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𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊 nsfw. dom! Kuchiki Byakuya x F!reader

✦ requested by anon for the free requests ➜ Sashi! Hi! I was thinking you might write some nsfw dom Byakuya with female she/her reader. thank you 💞💟 ➜ Well of course I can! And here it is, so please enjoy ♡ ✦ tw: dom! byakuya. reader seems to be a servant of the Kuchiki clan... but is she really?. spanking. kinda degrading words. fingering. vag sex. unprotected. ✦ wc: 1.9k

On your knees, his palm lovingly caresses your cheek. It’s so soft, so gentle… Your naked body kissed by the soft breeze of a flowery spring. Scent of camellias, lips so red...

“What do you want, my servant?” he asks, his pristine gloves reminds you of an angel, and yet he is far away from being one… or maybe, perhaps, he is just like the most beautiful of them all, Lucifer… And, it is exactly him, a pure light overcoming night with its white shine.

“You, Kuchiki-sama. I want…you, Byakuya-sama” you moan, resting your head over his thigh. Your arms hugging his leg, he is so delicate. Your eyes fix on his dark blue sky ones, like a renaissance picture, like a mortal praising a God. “Make me yours, Byakuya-sama. Make me only yours”

The man whose orbs scan you up and down, scoff so sensually. He never smiles, he never laughs.. but that smirk is just for you, only for you. He looks at you with superiority and arrogance; and it makes you tremble, it makes your heartbeat go fast, your lungs to crave for a single molecule of oxygen.

His thumb plays with your lower lip, it slowly gets inside your mouth. Little strings of saliva form as he slowly grazes his fingerprint with your teeth. Byakuya pushes your tongue down, so delicate and deliciously.

Over sensitive, the taste of his skin… your unexpected gagging sound.

He changes his thumb for his index and middle finger, going deep inside your mouth with violence; with brutal intrusion, violating, and so dominantly. He presses down, lips spreading, making space. Your eyes tearing up, but it’s ok, even in front of your blurry vision he looks like Narcissus.

“How far are you willing to go for me, (Name)?” the captain asks, with a sharp look over your miserable drooling you.

You try to speak as your nails carve on his black hakama. You pull from them, down, down. It makes his hipbones show, protrude. What a beautiful pale skin, what a perfect work of art this soul is.

When he finally lets you breathe, and your mandible hurts from being stretched wide open, you try to speak. “I- I am willing to do anything my Sir Byakuya orders me to”

Ah, what a beautiful melody… your pleading voice, begging for him, subduing totally before his superior him. He lives for domination and rules, because he needs to control others and never be weak. If not… he might lose the battle against his own heart.

Byakuya blesses you with a kiss he never gives, it’s always like the first time you feel his lips against your lips. And they are soft, so heavenly. You wanna bite them, you wanna pull from them, you want them to turn from pale to red, filled with the pumping blood of his cold heart.

“Should I make you my personal servant, (Name)? Would you like me to have you whenever I come back here?” the noble asks, carving his slightly long nails on your cheeks.

“Yes, my Sir. I want to serve you, I want to be here whenever you come back so you can use me as much as you wish” you humiliate yourself to the point you have never. You don’t mind being just a hole for the new head of the noble clan you have served since you were a child.

A bigger, more sadistic smirk plasters in the commissure of his mouth. You have chosen the right words, and Byakuya is definitely willing to use you as much as he wants for as long as he wants and requires.

“Such a good servant. Your family has been serving this family since forever, and be proud, you have become the best in your duties” he says, lifting you up from your neck. He doesn’t need to make the slight effort to do so… Captain Kuchiki is strong, even if it doesn’t show.

He puts you on your feet. Your total naked body is like a midnight snack for him, taking a look at it as he walks around you softly humming. He inspects every corner of your anatomy; the noble boy is appreciating his new acquisition. He could have bought you, but you didn’t cost him any money… you came like a gift, like an offering, applying for the most wanted job in the Kuchiki manor… serve Sir Byakuya.

The captain of the sixth squad pins your hands back, he presses them against the small of your back. “Walk, beautiful servant” he orders, pushing you softly towards his room. The doors, that are rarely open, are now split part to part.

His beautiful dormitory, worthy of such a rich man, receives you with dimmed lights. You can barely see every detail, and yet it isn’t necessary. You are absolutely focused on his presence behind you, the reiatsu imprinting on your shoulders that could make you kneel again in a matter of seconds.

Your shins hit his soft bed. Huge, white sheets, a four-poster bed with fine silk curtains for more privacy. “Bend over here” he commands, slowly pressing your back down. Your belly hits the mattress, and his finger follow a path from your nape to the end of your spine.

“You have such a soft skin…” he whispers, while tracing circles over your glutes. He goes slow, so slow. It’s like a sweet treatment, almost tinted in love.

Such sweet words, however, have to be appreciated and thanked. “Thank you! Thank you Byakuya-sama! I don’t deserve such words from yourself” you instantly plead, trying to look at him, lifting your head up from the bed.

“Heh…” he scoffs. Byakuya, perhaps, didn’t like you spoke without permission and you feel the first scalding sensation over your ass. A spank, and then another one. It makes you squeak, loudly whining at it’s both painful and pleasant.

His hand, now heavy, pushes your face against the bed. Clearly, you need to shut up while he has fun with you.

“Let’s make this red and hot, shall we” he grunts, going for a third slap. Your toes curl, you clench the to the bedsheets. Your mouth drools on the cover, it’s hard to breathe as he keeps squeezing you against it.

You feel your core pooling wet. You are sure you must be dripping on the floor, you can feel your inner thighs get more and more moist… you just hope he is enjoying, indeed, such spectacle of horniness and arousal.

And oh, hell yes he is.

You can hear him grunt with each hit, the sound of your skin against his palm mixes in the lustful melody of his bodily reactions.

When he is absolutely satisfied, and probably his hand itches as much as your glutes, he pulls back your head taking a fistful of your hair. “You have make such a mess underneath you, your core can’t wait until I use you, right?” he asks, coming closer to your face, with his sharp mandible and the tickling kisses of his black hair on your back.

“I… I please, use me however you want, Byaku- Byakuya-sama” you struggle to answer him, as his fingers are already intruders of your insides.

“Yeah? Are you… sure?” he asks, fingering you faster and harder. Beckoning, hitting the right spot, speaking with his lips pressed against your cheekbone. Even though you are there to be used for his pleasure, it’s him who is making you reach climax. What can you say, this man is still a gentleman, even in bed, even ordering you around.

You can’t help but endlessly repeat how much you are enjoying his fingers inside you. And frankly, Byakuya seems to be in heaven because of it. Probably, the more you praise his skills, the more he will want you.

And indeed, he does. He takes out his fingers off you. You are about climax, he knows that perfectly well; the clenching walls as he tried to stretched them with just his fingers tells him so.

Byakuya lets go of your hair, and as you rest the stiffness of your head and back, you can sense his pants falling down. You swallow, you are dying to get at least a glimpse at his whole nudity; the image you’ve been dreaming of since the moment you step into this place.

“You seem to like being fingered this way, huh” he smirks, using your overflowing fluids to lubricate the tip of his sex and turning you around in a swift motion. He lifts you by your waist, helping you get all your body in bed. His sex hangs so deliciously hard, almost hitting his stomach from how erected it is.

You take a time to enjoy the image that transcends perfection top you. His eyelids fall, allowing his eyes to barely peak. His shoulders get the rained effect of soft, so silky black hair. His collarbones, perfectly framing his chest, with a little gap in which you would drink the pouring elixir of eternal love.

Your hand tries to touch, to even graze his godly anatomy, but he grabs your wrist stopping you. “You wanna touch? Do you believe you have your hands clean to touch my body?” he asks, reminding you where you come from.

You instantly widen your eyes. Denying with your head, pleading for forgiveness. But, Byakuya is only having fun. He is not that much of a bastard, and instead, he takes your hand to his lips. He sucks and licks each one of your fingers, making you gasp, making you indulge in the last drops of air that your body could reach because you are sure you have forgotten how to breathe.

“There, clean… you can touch me now” he smirks, taking your hand to his chest. You can feel the warmth of such sacred flesh upon your fingerprints. You are touching Byakuya-sama, his sex rests in between his and your belly, your legs are spread enough to have him in between them.

And nothing feels more like heaven than this perfect moment, in which your will rejoice from now on and every single night. And then, his hands end the same paradise that they started, he pins your wrists above your head, so passionately. Because Byakuya knows exactly what to do to be perfect, to act like the man every woman would like to be fucked by.

And when he is ready, his sex finds yours by itself. It fits so perfectly snug, sliding with no effort inside you. You whine, and curl your back as he goes deep with no mercy, with all he’s got.

Your hips search for his, your pelvis now collide one with the other. He pants with his lips separated, his chest and his chin is all you can see, but you can feel his whole entirety, his body and spirit, the soul within and what surrounds it, that’s the embodiment of such heart.

And while he gives you endless trusts, and while he makes you cum… he laughs so sexily and lovingly, kissing your lips so ready for his climax…

“You are such a good actress… “servant”, I loved it” “I’m actually scared at your skills. You- You aced the despot noble, you little shit” “Hey, don’t talk to your husband that way or I’ll order you to cle-“ “Shut up, Byakuya… I love you. We need to sleep, tomorrow we have work” “I love you too… But I wanted a second round…”

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[𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬] 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

✦ answering to this question from Byakuya anon 🌸. ✦ tw: slightly nsfw. especially the last hc. mentions of sex. nudity. taking baths together and the things I ll never have if I keep dating real men. ✦ an: pls follow the link to listen to Byakuya's VA singning the song I mention in the hcs ♡. The manga panel used for the banner is slightly altered, he isn't smiling in the original one. (sorry Kubo, I needed to) ✦ wc: 664

➜ Taking baths together. Not always they end on sex, specially when both have to attend the Gotei’s matters. But, Byakuya is so meticulous and delicate, he will take the time to treat you like the noble you are. Both will wash your hairs. His soft hands applying essential oils, both deserve -and enjoy the best-. Speaking of baths, Byakuya doesn’t seem to understand how naturally handsome and sensual he is; whenever he takes shower alone you are absolutely allowed to sit outside to chat about the day -to chat and drool at him acting so nonchalantly, letting the sunrays of a new day filter and kiss his pale skin…

➜ Trips to most exclusive destinations in the world of the living. Would you like to put on your Gigai and go relax at the beaches of Bali? Sure. Would you like to visit Paris? Of course, as long as you don’t make him eat from a boulangerie, he would be ok with it. Venice, for the carnival you say? let's go. By the way, Venice seems to be one of his favourite places; and yours too. During one of those nights, while staying at the Gritti Palace Hotel, with white sheets tumbled and the big window showing you the great canal, Byakuya would start singing “Bella Notte” while you dance… maybe naked, or maybe already dressed for a romantic dinner at the terrace.

➜ Looking at each other with prying eyes during social events/Gotei’s meetings. Dark blue sky eyes, sharp look scanning you, calling you to look at him. He is the type of man that will kill for you, that possess you but never cuts your freedom. Instead, he wins your exclusivity with a pleading stare that can melt your heart; Yes, that cold sight everybody always mention, with you is warm, is fire and love. You feel his attention need, your eyes search for his. A subtle smirk is enough to make Byakuya swallow and softly stretch his neck muscles. You may think he is trying to look more severe than normal, with more superiority, but he isn’t… he is just trying to process the way your sexy look makes his body feel. (You really believe nobody realizes, but everybody does, and they are all happy. Kuchiki Taicho needed you…) .

➜ Cooking Wakame Taiishii cookies together. He has a special cutter with the form of Wakame ambassador (and one of Chappy, whenever Rukia is around). You might know exactly how to make the dough, but, do you want him to stop telling you? Of course not. “Byakuya, love… come help me”. “Uhum” he would hum, coming from behind, stretching his arms, and placing his chin on your shoulder. “See? You should roll out the dough this… way”. The subtle weight of his body on yours, and your back arching just enough for your glutes to graze his crotch often ends up with burn cookies...

➜ Training, fighting. Nothing is sweeter, sexier, and more sensual than you and him sweating under the sun, wielding your Zanpakutos, crossing the edges of such powerful swords. A competition that leads both into being stronger, releasing the pressure of the day, putting your bodies at max… to end up tired, so tired after.

➜ And, as tired as you end up from training, both will cuddle in bed after. And I believe that, Byakuya is into a softer version of sleep play. He loves, adores, to delicately press his body against yours, to kiss your shoulder or for you to do it. Mumbling sleepy loving words with lips lingering, sloppy eyelids, the scent of your bodies lulling you to dream with paradise. And, if your bodies still respond… making love with no crazy positions, going slow, from the side, playing with your hair or you tracing little circles with your fingertip on his back. Fall asleep still inside you with a whispery “I love you”

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