#【ᴜ】 — ʙʏᴀᴋᴜʏᴀ ᴋᴜᴄʜɪᴋɪ ( devotionobsessed )

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💦 / LMAO BYAKUYA

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「While normally, I typically have。。。 rather wild wet dreams, with Byakuya I’ve notice that the more common wet dreams I have are a bit more romantic in nature。 The place always varies, from offices, his home, the garden at his home。。。 but it’s always so gentle and yet so hard, and he hits me so very deep。 There’s so much kissing involved, so many sweet words exchanged, I wake up both so very wet and crying a little because it’s so good, so tender and loving。 It’s more than just sex, its pure, unadulterated love making。」

【 a wet dream mukuro has had about your muse 】   ♡   【 accepting 】

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Rukia had brought Byakuya's attention to the mistletoe he suspected had been hung up by her in his house. He didn't say anything about it given that it did give him opportunity to kiss Mukuro. He had been holding back for some time, wanting to take things at his own pace.

Perhaps it was time he took things a little farther. He goes up to her, lifting her chin up. His thumb runs over her lip, admiring it's shape and beauty before leaning in and pressing his own lips against them.

"I was told you had to kiss people under a mistletoe, so I hope you don't mind that I did so."

He has a hint of a smile, one that was amused even that he took her by surprise.

  Mukuro had noticed the plants that were hung up within the Kuchiki home, while she didn’t recognize what the plant was right away, and as Byakuya approached, Mukuro was in the process of beginning to ask what sort of plant this was。 But instead of a question coming out of her parted lips, a light gasp was what had quickly flew out of her mouth when she felt her chin gently being touched and tilted up slightly, since she didn’t have her typical heels on, he had a good couple of inches on her -- something she was rather grateful for in this moment。

  The surprise was clear on her face as was a blush that quickly rose when she felt his thumb gently run over her lips, prompting her lips to part just a little bit more as a shaky sigh was exhaled。 A tiny, and very delighted, hum would echo into their kiss when their lips touched。 The kiss almost felt too short to Mukuro, it was over as soon as it started, but at least she got her answer as to what that plant was。

「I don’t mind at all,」 Mukuro said softly, her lips curving up into a smile, 「And I hope you don’t mind if I ask for another~?」

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A picnic was set out in his garden. Food was spread out on the blanket, a mix of both of their favorites. Byakuya decided the occasion called for one of his more casual white kimono robes, with his hair loose over his shoulders.

He'd take Mukuro's hand in his and press his lips to her knuckles. "As per usual, your appearance is stunning and leaves me speechless." Byakuya would say, a slight smile on his lips.

"I hope you're enjoying the food that I had prepared for you. I wanted to make sure you enjoyed every moment of our time together." He was surely going to take any intimacy between them slow, assuming a kiss on the hand wasn't particularly discomforting since they just started dating.

Although, at a point he'd grow quiet and release her hand. A sigh escapes him, "Do you think she'd be alright with me doing this? Is it alright to want to move on?"

It seems guilt was coming over him once more, as much as he loved Mukuro he still felt like he was leaving Hisana behind. Which wasn't what he wanted to do.

  Mukuro tended to wear kimonos as little as possible, since the amount of layers of rather heavy cloth tended to be too much for her。 But since she’d hate to be under dressed in anyway, Mukuro would bite the bullet and wear one albeit, a more casual type of one with a simple light-green fabric, but one nonetheless。 Mukuro would do her best with distracting her mind to not think about the feeling of all those layers against her back, and so, she’d turn her attention to either the food, Byakuya, or aspects of the garden around them。

  Feeling her hand being lifted, Mukuro’s gaze turned to Byakuya, her smile growing as he pressed a small kiss against her knuckles。「Thank you, I can easily say the same for you,」 as she spoke, she delicately brushed her thumb against his hand。 This slow burn of intimacy was something Mukuro wasn’t all that used to, but it was welcomed wholeheartedly, and she soon found these types of touches far more exhilarating。

「I’m really enjoying the food, it’s all very delicious, and I always enjoy any and all moments we spend together。」

  The withdrawing of his hand would already earn a concerned expression on Mukuro’s features and when he sighed, the look only increased。 When Byakuya expressed his concerns, the softness in her eyes grew, she knew that train of thought all to well。

「I think it’s alright to want to move on,」 Mukuro states softly, 「Ryu, Hisana。。。 I don’t think they’d want us to deny ourselves happiness, that they’d want us to heal, to not be afraid to fall in love again。」 Mukuro often finding herself having some guilt about all this too, she never really emotionally connected with someone since Ryu, so to do so now after his passing, still felt a little wrong from time to time and would often have to give herself little pep talks like these。

  She could feel the tears well up in her eyes, but instead, this time she wouldn’t catch herself and quickly dry her eyes, in this rare instance she let the tears cascade。 「They played very important roles in our lives, and we aren’t replacing or forgetting them, and they’ll be in our hearts forever。」

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CONSIDER: Byakuya finally seeing Mukuro's scars and just gently brushing his hand over them. Saying "This doesn't make you any less beautiful."

ALSO CONSIDER: Byakuya gently holding Mukuro when they start sharing a bed and she has nightmares. Holding her against him, and comfortingly running a hand through her hair to try and calm her down.

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   — AAAAAAAAA!!!! I’m considering and I love both of these lol!!! The way that Mukuro would absolutely start crying the second he’d say that to her and how’s she be super apologetic whenever she’d have a nightmare aaaa!!! so many tender moments ;w ; And I can also imagine he wouldn’t be too happy when he hears who were the ones behind the big ol’ scar on her back ( hint: her mother + other higher-ups from her clan lol )

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😍Byakuya and Mukuro

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😍 for a shippy headcanon between our muses

  \\ I’m gonna do a few b/c i’m in deep with this ship rn ;w ; so cute!

  — Mukuro will absolutely bring Byakuya lunches any time she can ;w;

  — I can honestly see Mukuro being at ease/comfortable enough with Byakuya that she will be truthful about why/how she was exiled from her clan and just what goes on there ( to anyone else she’d just say ‘it’s some bad shit -- let’s just leave it at that’ ) divulging something like that would probably come after he sees the large scar on her back.

  — She also actually starts to develop a better sleep schedule/pattern, granted it has to be around or next to Byakuya for her to feel like she can get a good enough/proper sleep

【 headcanon meme 】                          ♡                          【 accepting 】

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It hadn't been long since the two of them entered a relationship. Byakuya hadn't had a lover in some time, so he pondered ways to express himself without causing discomfort. When he went to see Mukuro, the first thing he'd do was grab her hand with a gentleness.

Should she pull her hand away he'd cease his attempts at initiating hand holding but it was one of his favorite acts of affection.

He wanted to know what she was comfortable with, what she preferred, how she reacted to his touch, everything.

Byakuya gave a squeeze while they held hands. "I hope this isn't uncomfortable, I can let go if you wish."

  Even with her last serious relationship being quite some time ago, Mukuro always was, and will be, a physically affectionate person from holding hands to cuddling close like two little birds or sitting in laps, Mukuro loved being close to her partners。 But she knew most often saw that as clingy and something negative, so she’d hold back a lot of the time until she knew her partner was into physical affection as she was。

  And it wasn’t until after a good while after the beginning of their relationship that Mukuro never really asked if that was something he was comfortable with or not。 That question wasn’t really an embarrassing one to ask, of course, but it often became one of those questions that she’d remember she wanted to ask but would almost just as quickly forget about asking it when they’d meet up。

  So when they met up again, Mukuro prepped herself to ask him right away - to make sure she didn’t forget, but this time she did really need to since Byakuya was the one to initiate the hand-hold。 Mukuro already looked more visibly happy when she saw him, but when they held hands, a brighter smile appeared on her lips。

  His hand felt so nice and warm in her own, she gave a small squeeze of his hand before adjusting her hand so their fingers were laced。

「No, no, this is comfortable, I really like this。」

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Byakuya had taken the liberty of visiting Mukuro when he had finished all his work. He made the effort of finishing quicker than usual for this opportunity. However, upon reaching the quarters Mukuro resided in, he notices her with another man. From his point of view, it seemed to be an unpleasant type of interaction. The thought of someone harming Mukuro definitely displeased him. Hence why he moved practically at the speed of light in front of her to grab the guy's arm.

No words were exchanged but his grip would become tighter and tighter up until the man gave up and left the both of them.

Byakuya was well aware that Mukuro could handle herself but, something in him forced the captain to move.

"Pardon my behavior, scum should really be dealt with accordingly." He'd say when turning back to Mukuro.

"That aside, I wanted to ask if you'd like to spend the evening with me."

  Everyday, Mukuro was tested for her patience, and it seemed that today was one of those days。 After having hardly any sleep, paired with the training she did today, and along with the fact that dinner time was approaching, Mukuro just wanted to just relax for a minute before figuring out what she wanted to do for dinner。 But it seemed like one of her squad mates had something different in mind and just。。。 would not stop talking to her。

  Mukuro was doing everything in her power to end the conversation as quickly as she could and as politely as she could, but her fuse was shortening and shortening, to the point where Mukuro began to take the inhale that would have told him to fuck off and a fist formed that would have absolutely broken the guy’s nose, when suddenly white filled her vision。

  Mukuro had to blink rapidly a few times before realizing that she hadn’t gone blind with rage and that it was a captain’s haori had moved in front of her, specifically Byakuya’s haori, tilting herself a little to look over his shoulder, Mukuro watched as the Captain held a near death grip on the guy before he finally left。

  Honestly she was more surprised that the guy stuck around as long as he did when Byakuya showed up。

「Thank you, Captain Kuchiki,」 Mukuro said with a small, relieved smile。He was right, scum should be dealt with accordingly, that’ll probably be the last time she’s polite to that particular man。  Then -- it hit her, the way Byakuya swooped in and referred to the man ( attempting？ She really wasn’t listening to the guy - she hardly knew his name。 ) to hit on her as scum -- that typically wasn’t done to someone who saw the other in a platonic way -- right？

  「I would love to, have you eaten dinner yet？」 Mukuro answered, her smile growing along with a hint of a blush on her cheeks。

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"If we were married.... I suppose I'd really enjoy taking walks with you in the evening with us hand in hand." (From Byakuya)

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「I’d。。。」 Be honored? Love that? Mukuro wanted to say both of those things, but she knew it would’ve been a jumbled mess of words, so she’d wait for a moment, a hot blush growing on her face as she collected her thoughts。 She needed to get something actually said before her mind went the route of being able to not only do that but sleep next to each other and then whichever road Mukuro’s mind would take it。

「I’d really enjoy that too〜 A lot〜」

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Byakuya, as per usual spent his free time conversing with Mukuro. He found it to be quite enjoyable. However, mid conversation while Mukuro spoke he noticed a cut on her face. Without any warning, he reached out and caressed her face. His thumb strokes over where the cut is.

"You've been sparring I presume? Do well to take care of yourself." The thought of her getting harmed severely absolutely terrified him.

He truly didn't want to lose another he cared so deeply for.

  Mukuro was at the tail end of her explaining her brilliant plan of dressing up one of the stray cats that hang around the 5th Division barracks in a cat-sized captain’s haori, when she noticed Byakuya reach out towards her face。 Assuming maybe a piece of hair was stuck on her face or maybe some sort of leaf was stuck there without her noticing, Mukuro’s thoughts trailed off as his skin came into contact with her own。 And so, Mukuro’s touched-starved senses kicked in immediately and she leaned her head against his hand, a small smile spreading on her lips - eyes closing for just a moment before they’d open when she’d answer his question。

「I know -- I feel like I’ve really plateaued in my trainings, so I sought out someone from the 11th Division to spar with me for a bit。」 Mukuro explained, even though she knew her biggest hurdle in improving in her training was actually getting sleep and not the few minutes a night she forces herself to go through。 And she knew that it was probably a foolish move to seek out someone from a very fight-heavy division to spar with but in the end, Mukuro was thankful to get out of there with just a small cut on her face and sore muscles。

「It’s small enough that it won’t scar thankfully,」 she’d remark and then briefly wondered how would he react to the nasty scars that resided on her back。

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Byakuya hadn't attended the Halloween party in the world of the living himself. Having important things to take care of in the soul society anyway. On his way back to the Kuchiki manor though...

He runs into Mukuro. In her chosen costume no less. Byakuya was shocked, seeing her dressed in such a manner had him slightly wide eyed.

"Mukuro...." He says her name softly, unsure of what to say really. Maybe he was a little nervous, given the way he was quick to glance away.

"Interesting outfit you have on there." Well, it didn't look bad on her, that's for sure.

"I suppose it does suit you nicely."

  Mukuro was thankful that she had accepted that invite from Rukia, since she had a really fun time。 And now as she was on way to her barracks, Mukuro’s pace was a bit slow, wanting to enjoy the nice air of the night for a little while longer before she changed and probably actually got a good night’s sleep for once after so long。 Mukuro assumed that it was late enough in the night that no one else was out really, however she was proven wrong when she heard her name spoken。 Even though it was spoken softly, she was still able to hear it clearly and stopping mid-step, Mukuro’s attention turned towards the source of the call of her name。

  There was a small smile on her lips when she spotted him, and while for a split second she was confused as to why he was quick to look away, Mukuro then remembered what she was wearing and felt a tiny bit of heat flood her cheeks。

「Good Evening, Captain,」 Mukuro greeted with a little bow, tactfully placing a hand on her chest as to not have any sort of unwanted spillage out of her top。Hearing his compliment did make her face heat up a little more and she hoped in the dark of the night it was hidden at least a bit。 「Thank you, the package on the costume claimed that it’s supposed to be a bunny。」

「I trust you had a nice night？」

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👤 + Byakuya

「He’s very。。。」

「Complex。 Not in a bad way, of course, but complex in the sense that interests me。 Like there was something there that made me interested in getting to know him more, and I’m really glad I have, of course, I do rather like him quite a bit, and I do look forward to learning more about him。」

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" sorry; this might sting a little... " //from Byakuya

  Mukuro had a relatively high pain tolerance, but a split lip was new to her, probably because it’d hurt to talk or move her lips in any capacity whereas the other injuries she’s sustained always been in places that she didn’t have to move that much。 When he’d give her the warning, Mukuro gave a small nod and clenched her hands, pressing her nails into the palm of her hand as she prepped herself for the incoming pain and pray that this wouldn’t scar。 

  If she wasn’t so focused on holding still and remaining calm, she would have probably more of a flushed face due to the proximity he had to be in order to clean her injury, but she would retain eye contact with him for the most part, with the occasional flick over to his hand as it neared her injured, slightly parted lips。 The moment the antiseptic touched the open wound, a small hiss of pain was inhaled by Mukuro and she tightened her fists, trying to distribute the pain so her brain wouldn’t solely focus on the stinging pain of her lips。

【 clean a wound on Mukuro’s face 】                  ♡                 【 accepting 】

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"I wish to bestow upon you something very important to me." Byakuya hands Mukuro a small sculpture of Seaweed Ambassador,

"I made this with my own two hands." He seems to be very proud of the work he had put into it.

  There was already an inquisitive ‘oh？’ leaving her lips by the time the sculpture was brought out, and her previous questioning tone was quickly transformed into excitement。

「Oooh〜 So cute！」 She’d say as she took the sculpture into her hands, this bad boy was going straight onto her kotatsu back at her barrack。 「Thank you so much！ Wow~！ I didn’t know you sculpt！ That’s cool！」 Mukuro said as she’d turn over the little sculpture in her hands, inspecting the work, granted she didn’t know if this was the first thing he sculpted or not, but overall she still was very impressed with it。

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The moment he was confronted by the 'Shinigami women's association', he had a headache before they even opened their mouths. They were once again trying to build a pool on his property.

But the moment they took advantage of the fact that he had something going on with Mukuro, claiming she'd enjoy this... he agreed. He actually agreed. Mukuro had truly made that much of an impact on him.

However, the next time Byakuya encountered Mukuro, the first thing he asks is, "Do you enjoy swimming that much?" Seems he was skeptical of the shinigami women's association. Not that he ever really trusted them to begin with.

  Mukuro was rather surprised when she heard the Byakuya let the Women’s Association put another pool on his property, but if she had to take a guess at what happened, it was probably something rather underhanded。 So when the first thing he asked her was if she did enjoy swimming that much, Mukuro got the picture of what was told to him in order to get him to agree。

「Ahh, so that’s how they did it？」 Mukuro asks with a slight smile, she couldn’t blame him for the question, even being part of the Association she knew what kind of shit they’d pull to get something。 「I actually do enjoy swimming quite a bit,」 she did truthfully enjoy the activity quite a bit, it was not only a great way to relax but also get some exercise in。

「Although, I do hope that they took my suggestion in going with one of those natural pools rather than what they went with last time。」 Mukuro had made a comment during the last meeting, in slight jest, of the different type of pool might be a better method to help sway him, she wasn’t really expecting them to use her as a bargaining chip。

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The more time he's spent with Mukuro, the more Byakuya has begun to realize that he's also become lonely since his beloved wife Hisana had passed. He just kept ignoring the awful feeling, hoping ridding himself of emotions completely would benefit him. But no. This woman, Mukuro, had suddenly made appeared in his life and now he was craving the opportunity to fill in the emptiness he's grown so tired of.

So, he invited Mukuro over for dinner despite protests from the rest of the Kuchiki clan. He didn't care for their words anymore, for they were meaningless. Byakuya decided to follow his heart.

Though, still failing to properly express his emotions, a kindness resonated within those eyes of his. He places a hand gently over Mukuro's.

"I'm.... glad you were able to take me up on the invitation I gave you." He says, quick to remove his hand from hers as to avoid possible discomfort on her part. "I find your company to be quite enjoyable. Although, I hope I'm not imposing by doing this." // Hope it was ok to send this :)

  Mukuro also held a great deal of loneliness, even if she did a great job masking it around her colleagues, it was just a hard spot to fill correctly in her, and she was fully ready for that void feeling to be with her for a good while。 That was until she began to spend more time with Byakuya, while it was an unexpected meeting, Mukuro was grateful for it and the subsequent interactions afterwards。  And it was in those moments that Mukuro felt feelings beginning to grow from just something friendly to something more, which hopefully she wasn’t making too obvious, but she felt like she was good enough at masking emotions that she felt like she wouldn’t risk ruining the relationship that was developing。

  When the invitation to dinner came, Mukuro’s heart raced and she had to hold back from giving a very enthuastic ‘yes’。 After accepting the invitation, Mukuro’s mind directly went to what she’d wear because she felt like what she’d normally wear was too informal, so she’d have to bite the bullet and be uncomfortable with layers in order to make a great impression, but what she would typically wear in in terms of more ‘formal’ kimono-wear was too formal, so she’d have to find something that was a bit more simple but still held that bit of regality that she grew up with。

  All throughout getting ready and up until it was time for the dinner, Mukuro’s heart felt like it never stopped beating rapidly and noticing the look he had in her eyes, Mukuro couldn’t even stop her cheeks from heating up softly, her lips growing into a smile, and even more so when his hand was placed gently on her own。

「Of course, thank you very much for the invitation,」 a small pang of disappointment ran through her when he removed his hand almost as quick as it was placed on top of her hand, although the warmth from the contact remained。 「I also find your company enjoyable, and I don’t think you’re imposing at all by doing this。」

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🛑 / Byakuya

「I know you’ve told me to be more careful。。。」 Mukuro spoke as Byakuya pressed the damp cloth against her skin, cleaning the blood off of her skin, 「but I wasn’t going to stand by and not do anything。」 Not while she was able bodied and able to take blows, or deflect one and strike back, if she’s able to protect her love, she’ll do it in a heartbeat。 Even if it was extremely a bit reckless of her to jump in like that, she didn’t want to run that risk of losing someone she treasured, or rather she couldn’t run that risk。 If Mukuro could do something to prevent that, she will, she didn’t have the chance last time, and she wasn’t going to let moments like those pass without her doing anything。

  She was so alone for so long, and with Byakuya, Mukuro wasn’t alone anymore, and maybe it was a bit selfish of her, but she couldn’t imagine ending up alone again, especially in the manner of her beloved being killed in action, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself。 Despite knowing how powerful Byakuya was, and that he probably really didn’t need anyone jumping in front of attacks like that, there always that risk of losing him, no matter how small。

「And thank you, for tending to me。」

【 clean blood off mukuro 】                       ♡                   【 accepting 】