#byakuya x oc

[syvlanas-writes]

under the moonlit blossoms - bleach, a kuchiki byakuya fic

Volume I: Pre-canon, in progress, AO3 only

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (coming soon) Chapter 3 (coming soon) Chapter 4 (coming soon) Chapter 5 (coming soon)

... more to be added

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[luhatev]

Oneshot Scenario - ByakuRisa

(Contains slight spoilers for Ultra Despair Girls)

Risa has been busy in the offices recently, Byakuya being captured by the Monokumas not only forced her into a position of anxiety and determination to save him, but also put all of his previous and current work onto her as well.

Upon Byakuyas return, Risa of course was glad he had come back, and didn’t want to throw all of his work back on him after being put in such a difficult position of being captured, so she continued to take on most of his work on top of her own. This left her almost no free time to herself or to spend with friends, the little free time she had was spent on sleeping and getting rest.

Byakuya notices Risa has been missing. It’s been days since he last saw her or ran into her, his fiancé, was gone. Of course he was worried but didn’t want to mention it or make a big deal of it and hid it behind his facade. Still, he conducted his own investigation and soon found that she wasn’t missing, she was just overworking herself in her office within the future foundation.

Byakuya opens her office door, she was so stuck on work that she greeted him with her words, not sparing a glance. “Hey, Dumbass.” She insulted him, ‘typical’ byakuya thought but didn’t let it get to him, he was used to it.

She was clearly in clean clothes, he noted. So she has been home and changed, but she’s been so stuck in her work that he’s not seen her. If anything it shows Byakuyas selfish nature to not notice her missing for days, and to not check up on her. She was too busy to make a fuss of it.

He was mad at her. His eyebrows furrowed as he walked over to her, she wasn’t paying him an ounce of attention that he deserved and needed from her. Of course, he was horrible at communicating his feelings and instead just took them out on her in a negative pattern, that occurs often. “You’re immature.” He speaks with a stern tone, she still wasn’t looking at him. “Immature?” She questions.

“Have you eaten?”

“No. I’ve been busy.”

“Ugh. Have you drank anything?”

“Yeah sure, coffee.”

“That’s not enough.”

“Yeah, well, whatever it’s not like you care.” She defends herself, growing more and more irritated that he was interrupting what she was doing, her temper easily swayed. She also disliked the fact that he was telling her what to do in such a subtle and backhanded way, it seemed like he was trying to control her.

“Then I’m correct. You’re immature.” He frowns, she still wasn’t looking at him, he slowly made his way around her desk as she began to speak, not noticing that he was even moving because she was so distracted.

“Get off my back Togami, alright? I’m busy, I’m working, and I have a lot more to do after I finish this bunch of papers, and I have comments to read through. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t been able to keep up with my own job. The media isn’t happy.” He ignored her.

“Tch.. you’re immature to think it’s smart to rush all your work like this, its insufficient and it’s not completed to the best of your ability.” His hands placed on the back of her chair, in hopes to grab her attention, but still she didn’t move, her hand only clenched her pen tighter. “It’s not a proper business strategy, look, if you take a day off you can clear your head and actually take care of yourself before you start messing up..” he looks at her papers over her shoulder, “My work?”

“I did it for you.” She admitted, her shoulders stiff as she noticed he was leaning over her, it was intimidating, her own fiancé berating her work strategy when she was doing all of this for him, so he didn’t have any of it on his shoulders. His face dropped, his eyebrows slowly returning to a more neutral position, he pushed his glasses up his nose as he breathed, processing for a second. It was hard for him to understand why anyone would do anything for someone else when it doesn’t benefit themselves, but Risa was unpredictable as always, that’s what he loved about her.

His hands on the back of her chair, he slowly pushed it, gently spinning it so that she would be facing him, the height difference was always evident, but the fact he was leaning over her as she sat down made her seem even smaller than usual, practically forced to submit to him as he controlled her chair and tore her eyes away from work.

He leans over her, his tie hanging downwards landing just in front of her face as she stared him in the eyes. She took hold of his tie to get it out of her face but didn’t break eye contact as she did so. “You don’t need to do anything for me.” Byakuya spoke with a gentle tone, different to the assertive one he used before. He leaned forward, making sure that she wouldn’t put her attention on anything but himself, “now take a break. That’s an order. Not just from your higher up but from your fiancé.”

“Higher up? Hmph, we have the same rank in this mess.” She pulls him closer by his tie and he was forced to catch himself with his hands, one of them landing on her thigh, the other one beside her head on the chair.

“I’m not the one who…” he attempted to argue back as they always do, but he couldn’t finish his sentence. He’s distracted by her lips.

He falls silent, his face flushing pink slightly. He didn’t exactly know how to handle these kinds of emotions and felt embarrassed by them.. but still his body moved without him having to think about it. The hand beside her head stopped supporting his weight as he slowly moved his hand to brush her hair out of her face, his fingers embedding themselves in her hair, his palm holding her cheek.

“Make the move already or let me get back to work.” Risa teased him, knowing exactly how to push any and all of his buttons.

“Shut up.” He kissed her.

[qfzeeph]

Wanted to share my goofy ah crossover oc x canon ship today because why not!!

excuse the slightly older art I don't have the energy or time to draw at the moment Characters: Chere Altridge [OC], Byakuya Togami Ship Name: Chergami Going to keep this mainly to fluff! But there will be mentions of both SA and extremely mild spicy talk within, so tread with caution if need be. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

So I actually have one of those "Get to Know My Ship in 5 Minutes" things I made awhile back but never posted wehhhhhh- but before that I want to share some general stuff. I haven't posted too too much of my character's backstories and lore here just yet so I probably won't go too too deep into what I have planned for these two (I actually have a whole sheet for Chere but it hasn't been updated in awhile!) Lore Related Stuff: The continuity in which Chere and Byakuya are romantically involved is entirely an AU of both plotlines respectively. This AU also crosses over both my Final Fantasy continuity and Danganronpa (obviously.) In Chere's story, Byakuya takes the place of a different character that Chere develops a relationship with (to be fair - said character is based off of him as well and pretty much exists because I like the idea of Chere being able to heal through a relationship very very much! Being able to heal without a partner is all part of my other character Zephyr's plotline.) I write Byakuya in the non-despair setting, and having just recently graduated college. During his college years, he's become significantly more mellow behind closed doors, but has to keep the rich asshole mask on in public. He's getting ready to inherit the big family business, and he's under extreme pressure from his elderly father to start producing heirs. Most of the time, he's not interested in the women being placed in his bedroom by their parents hoping their daughter will get to bear a Togami child, and will either pay her to leave and not say a word. At first, he'd indulge his suitors (safely of course) but quickly learned he wasn't enjoying having one night stands with rich girls who just want to get laid and bear the child of someone with status. Byakuya isn't opposed to being in a relationship, he just wishes he could be in one with someone who isn't following him for his money and he wants a strong partner who can hold their own.

So, How Did These Two Even Meet!? Byakuya and his father attended a high end Chocobo Racing event in Chere's home country (Grimore.) Chocobo Racing is seen as an exotic sport to those who are outside of Grimore since the birds only have a population within the country boarders. Chere and Byakuya are around the same age, Chere has some sort of status due to her respect as a high ranking Chocobo Jockey (though far lower than anything the family would settle for.) His father sees this as an opportunity to try and introduce magic-bearing Grimorian genes into the Togami family, and with the help of some of the upper management of the event a "date" was planned between the two without either party knowing. The plan was to tell both of them that the other was interested in meeting and potentially hooking up. Chere wasn't on board, but decided she'd humor her suitor and refuse him as soon as she was bought to the bedroom. Byakuya had started preparing to pay another greed driven woman to stay out of his room. When the time came, neither party cooperated. Chere cursed him out for trying to court her, and Byakuya angrily declared he'd never settle for someone that low in society. They had a pretty viscous argument, but things came to a standstill when the two reached a mutual "Oh, you actually didn't want to be here either. We were tricked." Apologies were dished out (though Byakuya's wasn't very concrete, he's Byakuya after all. Man can't apologize to save his life but boy will he learn!) and the rest of the time spent together was fairly pleasant albeit awkward because of how they had just been fighting. They left on mutual terms, but didn't intend on hanging out anytime soon because of how terribly things had begun. Fate would have other plans, however, as Byakuya would continue running into Chere throughout the duration of the event. Between playing pool in the venue's game hall, jockey meet and greets, and corporate leisure events the jockeys had been invited to, they tended to gravitate toward one another just because it had been a familiar face. Through this, they learned more and more about one another, how the other felt about the world, and general, non trauma related talks of each other's backgrounds. By the time the event had ended, they had become good friends. Byakuya even bet on Chere in her headline race and won a huge sum of money after she won!

Well, When Did They Hook Up Then? Things really began to snowball after the event, when they had to split ways and were countries apart. They stayed in contact, both having very easy ways to see the other (Zephyr makes a pretty good taxi in pegasus form and Byakuya has his rich boy means of getting to Grimore.) They realize they miss the other person and have a hard time accepting their feelings towards one another. Byakuya, still clouded by his status and upbringing is mortified of the consequences of breaking the family tradition and having a partner rather than sleeping around. Chere's discomfort with her feelings is rooted in her abuse, she doesn't want to put faith in someone despite trusting them greatly because, at least in her mind, there's still a chance she could be hurt again. She decides to be strong and confess to him, which was against her better judgement, only to find out Byakuya had also fallen for her and was having the same amount of difficulty accepting his feelings.

What's Their Relationship Like? Very much a learning experience for both parties, but in the best possible way. Chere begins to grow comfortable around someone for the first time and learns that she can trust other people with her feelings. Byakuya learns how to care for someone other than himself and that he isn't bound by the path preset for him by his family. They have their tender moments where they learn what each other likes and dislikes, and have moments where they must put their familiarity aside to truly understand one another. Byakuya also gets to experience the hardships of falling for a magical girl and that her world is very, very different from his. Many people ask Byakuya how he ended up becoming the way he was, and many people ask Chere how she puts up with someone with that much status. Both always answer with "To love is to be changed." Over time, they learn they have far more in common than they thought and it just brings them closer. Later in life, they do end up marrying and having a child on their own terms. This pisses Byakuya's father off to no end, but that's a story for another day-

Alright, Just Post The Damn Chart! There's TONS of more lore I have for these two but as I mentioned a lot of it is based on Chere's lore which I haven't really posted about hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I've also started taking certain things (hint hint) from project raincode and working it into how their relationship functions... >:) But for now, here's this thing. I made it awhile ago when the post was going around but then forgot to post it whOOPS.

Hope ya enjoyed watching me yell about this!!! Maybe I'll post more sometime weheheheheh

[kwnblack]

Kuchiki Sojun, son of Kuchiki Byakuya and Haruka Komori, a clean commission I did for @sashi-ya (and shamelessly forgot to upload in time, forgive me). I love, love, LOVE lineart commissions.

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[sashi-ya]

Haruka (my OC) & Byakuya from Cherry Blossom Weather (Scene from ch. 4) drawn by the talented @MINSIK_TEA on twitter! I'm madly, deeply in love! 🌸💖

[apetalonfire]

(Slides this here during work & briefly coming back from the dead) 2, 5, 8, 9 for your ask game! 🌹

Hello baby!!! 💖 thank u for asking omg!! I hope work is going great honey!! So... here are the questions 💖🌸

2. What's their go-to activity you both enjoy doing together? Training! He is my captain, and he had taught me a lot of his techniques to make me stronger and a better Shinigami!

5. What's a funny memory or interaction you both have had together? When Byakuya learnt the red cord tied around my wrist was actually the one Yoruichi stole from him when he was a teenager. She gave it to me knowing I was head over heels for him since forever 😁 He couldn’t sleep for two days straight. B: “HOW MANY YEARS HAVE THAT THING BEEN AROUND YOUR WRIST?” Me: “HONEY, A CENTURY”

Actual photo of his reaction:

8. What makes you two most proud of one another? Our baby Sojun, Sixth squad, and how happy we are, as we are finally able to love again despite our past.  

9. How do they like their favourite coffee/tea or meal? How do you like yours? He enjoys all the finest teas of the Soul Society. There is no coffee up here, so we can’t have it unless we bring them from the world of the living. We love his special "Seaweed Ambassador" cookies (not really I eat them cause he bakes them himself... 🤣)

[emobobauwu]

[xeraeus]

Lol gay longing

[uraharashopslut]

"Daddy" - Byakuya Kuchiki smut

18+

Prompt: Byakuya overhears a squad member refer to him as daddy.

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His feet padded softly through the grass. Squad members chatted with one another all around him, but his eyes remained on the horizon. Until he saw her. She was standing in the corner of the Squad Six garden with her friend Tamiko Nakamura, dark hair swaying in the breeze in long tendrils behind her. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile as she laughed.

His heart fluttered softly, frustratingly. Since Hisana's passing, his heart stirred for no one, and he'd concluded it would never stir again. That was, until she joined his squad. She'd risen quickly through the ranks, now holding the Third seat. Her effortless strength caught his attention, and her air of dignity kept it. There was an elegance in the way she carried herself.

"She was destined to be a noble," Byakuya thought to himself as his path neared her presence.

"You could help fulfil her destiny," Senbonzakura whispered in his head.

He shook his head at the thought. He'd pressured the Kuchiki clan enough by marrying a commoner, something he'd sworn to never do again, but who said anything about marriage?

He shifted his focus to the horizon again as he neared her. The darkest thoughts in his mind could never be brought to light, especially to her. Better to redirect himself until the feelings were subdued.

"There's just something about him," he heard her say.

"What do you mean?" Tamiko asked.

"He's just," she sighed. "Okay fine, I'll just say it, but you can't make fun of me."

Tamiko laughed. Byakuya's eyes may have been on the sky, but his attention was directed at the girls' conversation.

"Just say it!" Tamiko prodded.

"Okay, um, Kuchiki-taicho is just such a daddy."

His heart skipped a beat. He'd never heard such a phrase before.

"That's definitely not what I thought you were about to say," Tamiko snickered.

"Don't make fun of me!"

Confused, Byakuya flash-stepped into his office. Daddy? What did she mean by that? His heart betrayed his cool by rapidly increasing it's tempo.

"A term of endearment, perhaps?" Senbonzakura offered.

"Not likely. The squad members typically fear me," Byakuya reasoned with his zanpakuto.

"If you don't ask, you'll never know."

"Whom would I ask, Senbonzakura?" he questioned.

"Who would know?"

His mind raced. Who could he ask? Who could be trusted?

Rukia.

He flash-stepped to the Thirteenth Squad's barracks and into Ukitake's office.

"Kuchiki-taicho, what a surprise! What can I do for you? Shall I brew some tea?" Ukitake asked, raising from his chair.

"I have no need for tea at this moment, Juushiro. Where is Rukia?"

"Your sister is in her quarters, Kuchiki-san."

"Thank you," he replied, disappearing in a flash.

His feet touched down lightly as he made his way to his sister's living quarters.

"Imouto {Japanese for "little sister"}, may I enter? I have a matter that requires your knowledge," he called out from behind her door.

The door slid open.

"Nii-sama, come in," Rukia replied, stepping to the side. "What can I help you with?"

"You're familiar with the idioms of the current generation, are you not?"

"Yes, what do you want to know?" Rukia asked, pouring a cup of freshly brewed tea. She handed the cup to Byakuya before pouring a glass for herself.

Rukia sat cross-legged on the ground and gestured for Byakuya to do the same. She took a sip as her brother sat.

"What does the term 'daddy' refer to?"

Rukia spat her tea upon hearing Byakuya's question. Her eyes widened.

"Nii-sama!"

"What is it? Is it an offensive word?"

Rukia contained her amusement. "Definitely not, but, I am curious, what was the context?"

Byakuya shifted uncomfortably. "I overheard a member of my squad, when conversing with a friend, refer to me as 'daddy'. What is it's meaning?"

Rukia crossed her arms. "I'm not sure I should divulge. You were eavesdropping!"

"Nonsense. I was doing no such thing. I simply overheard as I was walking past to my office," he replied smugly.

"Are you certain you want to know?"

"Why won't you tell me? Does it have a bad connotation?" he pressed.

"Not exactly, although you might find it dishonorable."

"Dishonorable? What is it's meaning? Disrespect will not be tolerated within my squad."

Rukia chuckled to herself. "Nii-sama, people often refer to men they have sexual interest in as 'daddy' in a reference to the man's dominant nature."

Byakuya's eyes widened and his back stiffened. He felt his face warm despite maintaining it's usual pale color. "I see."

"I asked if you wanted to know. I didn't want to tell you," Rukia said, standing and grabbing her brother's empty cup.

"Indeed." Byakuya rose to his feet. "I appreciate the information you have shared with me. If you'll excuse me."

With that, he flash-stepped to the Squad Six gardens. His heart beat loudly in his chest as he breathed in the summer air, filling his lungs. All of the squad members had retired to their living quarters for the evening. Byakuya's feet grazed the wooden paneling of the barrack floors as he flash-stepped to Ayame's private quarters.

"Satō-san. May I speak with you?"

The paper door slid open, revealing the dark-haired, ethereal girl.

"Kuchiki-taicho, what an honor, do come in." Ayame bowed deeply in respect.

Byakuya made quick work of closing the door, drawing his katana and pulling Ayame back against his chest, his blade pressed to her throat.

"You understand I could shred you to pieces with one command of my blade, do you not?" Byakuya said, his voice hushed and intimidating.

"Yes, Kuchiki-taicho," the girl replied.

"Why then have you dared to dishonor my name in the presence of Nakamura-san?" he questioned, strengthening his grip on the girl.

"I would never dare, Kuchiki-sama."

"I was walking the perimeter of the squad garden today and the wind carried your conversation with Tamiko to my ears."

Ayame's cheeks flushed crimson as she squirmed against his restraint. The tinge of pink on her cheeks reminded Byakuya of a cherry blossom in the spring. His fingers begged the caress the soft skin but he resisted.

"My apologies, Kuchiki-taicho, I can explain," Ayame started.

"There is no need. Do not waste my time." Byakuya released the girl, who stepped away, turning to face him.

"Kuchiki-taicho, what can I do to make amends?" the girl asked, making dignified direct eye contact with her captain.

Her audacity caused Byakuya's mind to flood with the salacious thoughts he'd worked to keep at bay. He took a step towards her, his presence towering over hers.

"I can overpower you in many ways beyond my zanpakuto's abilities, Satō-san."

"I deeply apologize, Kuchiki-taicho," Ayame responded, lowering her eyes to the ground in respect.

"Disrespect from a subordinate towards their captain must be dealt with swiftly, do you understand?" Byakuya continued, his eyes darkened with lustful desires. He used one hand to grab Ayame's wrist and pull her close to him, and the other to raise her chin so she had no other option but to look him in the face.

Ayame's pupils dilated when she locked eyes with the man standing above her, his face inches from hers. "I think I'm starting to understand, Taicho."

"Good. Now repeat how you described me to Nakamura-san."

Byakuya felt Ayame's heart race as he gripped her wrist between them.

"I told Tamiko-san that you were 'such a daddy'," Ayame said, her voice dropping to a whisper at the end.

Unsatisfied, Byakuya gripped her chin and raised her face even closer to his.

"What did you call me?"

"Daddy," Ayame said matter-of-factly, her confidence pushing through the layers of shame, embarrassment, and now, arousal within her.

Byakuya closed the distance between their lips, releasing her chin from his grasp and running his hand along her jaw to the small of her neck, his thumb resting gently on her throat. Ayame warmed into the kiss and ran her free hand up Byakuya's clothed chest. Taking her cue, Byakuya slid his tongue masterfully against the crease of their lips, begging for entrance to go deeper. Butterflies danced in the hollow of his stomach for the first time in decades. He released her wrist and put his hand on her waist, pulling her body closer into his chest. Ayame broke away for air, bewildered and bewitched.

"Kuchiki-taicho," she started.

Byakuya refused to let her finish her thought. He placed both hands firmly on her hips and guided her back against a wooden support beam in her room, showering kisses along the length of her neck. A soft whimper escaped her lips as his mouth connected with the most sensitive part of her neck. He sucked ever so slightly, eliciting another moan of satisfaction.

Ayame's hands found the front of his robes and pulled both sides apart, revealing her captain's firm chest, chiseled from a century of training. Byakuya's heart raced as her hands explored his bare skin. He pressed his body against hers.

Their lips connected again. This kiss was different from the first. This kiss was hungry and demanding. Ayame brought her teeth down on Byakuya's lower lip, tugging gently. Unable to control himself, he grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up and pinning her against the beam. Ayame wrapped her legs around his waist.

Byakuya gripped her waist with his arms as Ayame rolled her hips against his pelvis. She brought her hands up to his hair, tugging it free from the hair pieces that usually adorned his head, indicating his nobility. Ayame pulled away from the kiss, admiring the way the raven-black strands fell like silk around his face.

Byakuya took the opportunity to carry the girl to her futon, laying her down. He knelt between her legs and untied the belt holding her robes together. His lips started at her collarbones, adorning them with kisses, then worked his way down her chest, between her breasts. As his kisses trailed lower, he opened the front of her robe further until she was completely exposed. He kissed from her ribs down to her navel before lifting his head, admiring the figure of the woman beneath him.

"Exquisite," he remarked outloud, trailing his fingertip below her belly button.

Ayame's cheeks twinged pink at his comment. "Taicho, I," she started.

"Call me by my name," Byakuya interrupted, kissing the inside of her thigh.

"Byakuya," Ayame continued. "I don't know what to say."

Byakuya slid his hands up her shins and down her smooth thighs, lowering himself. He positioned his face between her legs and looked up at her.

"Then don't say anything at all."

He planted a kiss to the left of her folds, then to the right, his lips lightly grazing over her core as he switched sides. He traced his tongue around her center, avoiding the throbbing bundle of nerves crying for his attention.

Ayame whimpered as he teased her, her legs threatening to close around his neck with the slightest provocation. Byakuya looked up from between her legs and locked eyes with her. He slowly brushed his tonge in a circle around her aching bud, watching as her neck arched in pleasure. He licked deeper and deeper with every flick of his tongue, each gesture masterfully intentional.

Byakuya pulled her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips so she was at his eye level. Her body twitched and squirmed as he continued to play with his tongue. He positioned his lips over the bud, sucking ever so slightly.

"B-Byakuya, don't stop, I'm so close," Ayame whimpered, tangling her hands in his hair, gripping the black strands tightly.

Byakuya buried his face deeper, maininting eye contact with the girl. His tongue moved along the slick folds of her inner lips then drummed against her clit. Ayame's eyes rolled back into her head as his worship between her shaking legs reached its peak. A breathy moan escaped her lips as her hips bucked forward, grinding against Byakuya's face.

"Oh, Byakuya," she sighed, riding out her high.

Byakuya lapped up the sweet juices of her body before fully untying his disheveled robe. The fabric draped loosely around his figure and displayed his statuesque build. Ayame sat up, admiring his body. She ran her hands slowly up his abdomen and chest. She moved to her knees and pushed him down to the futon, straddling his lap.

His hair clung to the beads of sweat on his brow. Ayame traced the edges of his abs before pushing his robe to the side, revealing his fully erect member. Looking up at him, she closed her mouth around the tip, sucking. Byakuya let his head roll back. Ayame dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft, causing his legs to spasm slightly. She pulled his full length into her mouth. A moan escaped Byakuya's stoic mouth as she started to bob her head up and down. Ayame used one hand to rub the base of his cock in time with the movement of her mouth. Byakuya placed a strong hand on her head, gripping her hair.

Ayame continued to pleasure her captian, feeling his member twitch in her mouth. Byakuya pulled her up to his face and kissed her ravenously. He flipped them over so he was on top, placing one hand to the left of her head. He lined himself up with her still-soaked entrance.

"Byakuya, are you sure this okay? You're a noble. I'm sure there will be people who object," Ayame asked.

"I've disappointed their expectations before. Do you object?" Byakuya asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of cock.

"Not at all."

With her permission, Byakuya pushed himself into her. Her walls welcomed him, pulling him deeper.

"Is that alright, Ayame-chan?"

"Yes, Taicho," Ayame breathed, adjusting to his girth.

"Not Taicho."

"Byakuya."

"Also not Byakuya," he said, pulling out slowly.

Ayame's cheeks flushed darker. "Yes, daddy," she said cautiously.

"Good girl," Byakuya praised as he plunged into her again, deeper than before.

Ayame threw her head back with a gasp. Byakuya began thrusting his hips forward repetitively, hitting deeper and deeper with every stroke. He put his other hand on the right side of her head, caging her in.

Ayame's inner walls sucked and pulled at his length, beckoning him further inside. The slap of skin and the smell of pheromones filled the air as Byakuya grew more frantic with his ministrations. The rigid tip of his cock dragged across her spot with every thrust. Byakuya leaned back and hiked one of Ayame's legs over his shoulder, offering a different angle. Her hips rolled, legs shaking, the knot in her stomach threatening to unwind.

"Call me that name again," Byakuya breathed.

He brought his thumb down between her legs and brushed agasint the bundle of nerves. Ayame's back arched off the futon as fireworks erupted inside of her.

"Oh, daddy, that feels so good!" she moaned as her insides contracted, pulling Byakuya's release closer. He dropped her leg and positioned himself above her again, leaving passionate kisses along her neck. His breathing turned shaky as he neared his own release, milked by her core.

Ayame whimpered with each thrust his body gave. With a final heave, ecstasy ripped through his body. He moaned, muffling the sound in the curve of her neck. His back expanded with each haggard breath.

"Next time, don't wait fifty years before touching a woman," Senbonzakura said.

Byakuya shoved the thoughts of his zanpakuto to the side and removed his captain's haori, gingerly wiping the girl clean. He laid on the futon beside her as he regained his breath.

Ayame propped herself up with one elbow. "For the record, Taicho, this is exactly what I meant when I said you were 'such a daddy'."

Byakuya smirked at the girl. "I know."

[syvlanas-writes]

closer - bleach, [abandoned, rewrite in-progress]

rewrite will be titled 'Under the Moonlit Blossoms'

divider credit: @/saradika-graphics, fic banner made by me in canva

byakuya render credit

updated 2/24/2025

[thedevillord-writes]

Spring Rain - Chapter Two

There was only one mission he was entrusted with; the recruitment of Kurosaki Ichigo. Yet, he could not help but be tempted by the option of chasing down another individual; one that they had been looking for but never even found a single clue as to her whereabouts. He got lucky to just run into her at a simple high school in Karakura. He chose to stick with the original mission, lest he be reprimanded later on, but his mind kept wandering off to his fellow transfer student.

Ukitake Katsumi.

He knew her by another name, one that had been forbidden to be spoken of in Soul Society. He never met her in person, although there were rumours that she was one of the most beautiful in Seireitei. He had only ever heard her name floating around, associating her with the one family most likely forgotten about by now. Her story was that of tragedy but he could not bring himself to pity her. She was, after all, the reason why he was who he was now. Though, it seemed like there was no point in going after her now. With a change of name, perhaps she was hiding?

But there was no time for him to dwell on such thoughts. Instead, he drew his zanpakuto, springing a surprise attack on the unguarded Ichigo. He was quick enough, however, to block the attack with his own zanpakuto. "Hirako! That's a...zanpakuto! Who the hell are you?" Putting a finger to his lips, Shinji hushed Ichigo with a smirk.

"Don't make too much noise, Kurosaki Ichigo. Guys with reiatsu like you shouldn't make such a fuss. The world will tremble and they'll notice you."

"They'll notice me? Who will?"

"Must I tell you everything before you understand?" With a push against his zanpakuto, Ichigo put some distance between himself and Shinji. For a moment, the transfer student looked away, sensing something. "They've come. See? I've told you. This is all because you were releasing your reiatsu." Ignoring Shinji's comment, Ichigo asked who he was once more though he was clearly angered by this point. "You sure are difficult," Shinji smirked, raising his hand above his head. "Well then, since you're so interested to know."

A mask started manifesting where Shinji had his hand, a mask that was all-too-familiar to Ichigo. The only difference being that Shinji was able to summon his mask just like that but for Ichigo, it was very much touch and go. Just who exactly was this guy?

"A zanpakuto and a Hollow mask," Shinji said. "I'm a shinigami who's stepped into the domain of the Hollows. I told you, did I not? 'Let's be friends'. I'm a Vizard and you're the same as me. Come with us, Ichigo. You shouldn't be on that side."

However, just moments after he made the offer to Ichigo, two bursts of reiatsu were simultaneously released. Both Ichigo and Shinji looked in the direction of the two different reiatsu. One of them was slightly different but anyone who could sense reiatsu would know that they were both powerful. Although Shinji was quite confident in identifying one of them, he was not quite sure who the other belonged to.

While he was momentarily distracted, Ichigo started running off in the direction where one of the reiatsu was sensed. Before he could try to convince Ichigo once more, the other guy stated that he had no interest in joining him or his organisation, proudly stating that he was a shinigami and nothing else. With that, Ichigo ran off, leaving Shinji behind. "He sure is difficult," Shinji sighed, reaching into the back pocket of his trousers and pulled out a phone to call someone. "Hello? This is Hirako, is this Miss Sarugaki? I'm sorry but...I failed.

"It can't be helped! It's only a matter of time. Let's be patient. Oh...and, I've discovered something quite interesting. Remember a shinigami by the name Katsumi?"

~.~

Cherry blossom petals floated all over her.

She looked up to the sky but all she could see was endless petals falling all around her. She held her hand out in front and watched as several petals landed on her palm. When she looked over her shoulder, she could not help but grin at he who made this possible. The pure glee on her face was what he wanted to see. Turning back around to enjoy the cherry blossom rain, she sat on the ground, picking up the fallen petals. When both her hands were full, she stood up and ran over to him, sitting just in front of him with a bright smile. "You would look great with these in your hair...

"Byakuya..."

For the first time ever, she did not dream of that gruesome scene. For the first time ever, she was able to see a face so clearly in her dream. For the first time ever, she spoke in the dream. But just like before, it felt like a memory rather than a dream. She could feel the gentle cool breeze of the early spring blowing in her hair. She could smell the sweet scent of cherry blossom surrounding her, and feel the soft warmth of the sun shining down on them. Most vividly, however, she could feel how soft his hair was. How his smile warmed her.

While her nightmares would last all night, this pleasant dream came to an end. As she slowly opened her eyes, the first thing Katsumi saw was several thin, wide beams of light around her waist. Her first instinct was to move away but no matter how hard she thought of it, her body could not move. "Don't move, you'll only hurt yourself." Urahara's voice caught her attention and Katsumi looked up, seeing the man himself approaching her. "Don't worry, it's only for safety measures," he smiled.

"What is this? Where are we?"

"We are underneath the shop. Welcome to my secret lair!" Urahara reached his hand out and used his thumb to lift her eyelids up, examining her eyes. Despite wanting so desperately to swat his hand away, Katsumi's body remained unmoved. She could not even move her pinky. As he finished examining her, Urahara released the binding spell and caught her as Katsumi fell. He lowered her gently and propped her against a huge rock, sitting down in front of her. She tried moving her legs and although she was finally able to move them, it hurt to do so. "Your body will be aching for a while. You haven't fought in years and for you to suddenly release that amount of reiatsu, it's going to hurt like hell for you."

"What are you talking about? Reiatsu?"

"Ah...of course, you don't remember." Instead of giving Katsumi a straight answer, Urahara placed his hand on her forehead. "I'm sorry about this, Katsumi." Before she could even ask, Urahara started muttering under his breath. As soon as he stopped, a surge of energy shot through Katsumi and her eyes widened in response. Her body went limp as Katsumi fell deep into sleep. "Let's hope this works."

Just as Urahara uttered that, Katsumi suddenly opened her eyes. Except, they were not the emerald green eyes that Urahara was so used to. They were blood red. She grabbed his hand, using her other hand to cover his mouth before Urahara could cast a binding spell on her. The smirk on her face was a dead giveaway as to who she was. The murderous look in her eyes too. This was what they were afraid of but it was a side effect of the Kido he cast on Katsumi that Urahara expected. All he needed to do was to hold off until the effects of the Kido wore off.

Grabbing the girl by her wrist, Urahara yanked her hand off him and used Shunpo to put some distance between them. Except, she caught up with him in a split second, a punch coming right at him. As Urahara stopped her punch with his palm, a huge burst of reiatsu was released and the rocks around them cracked from the sheer force.

Holding her in place, Urahara used Rikujokoro and bound the girl on the spot. Once she was unable to move, Urahara jumped back to put more distance between them. Although he could fight her, Urahara had opted not to. It was not his desire to but more importantly, he did not want to hurt Katsumi. Binding her was the best choice here. But she was not making it simple.

Using her reiatsu, the binding spell was forcefully released by the girl. Urahara knew she was much better than Katsumi in all areas when it came to combat. He never knew she was this good. Just as she was about to charge at him again, the girl suddenly stopped as she turned her head back to where she woke up from. As she turned to look at Urahara again, a smirk slowly crept onto her face. "Oh Kisuke..." she smirked, shaking her head. "I must applaud you, for your efforts. But you're not really the genius they say you are."

Disappearing with Shunpo, the girl appeared next to the zanpakuto that had been leaning against the rock where she had been sitting. "Shit." Urahara must admit that he was careless. He intended to bring Katsumi's memories back and from there, train her to fight once more. He brought her zanpakuto along in hopes that he could help her regain her previous abilities. Catching up to the girl, Urahara stopped her from touching the zanpakuto. They started going back and forth, with her going offensively while Urahara was acting defensively.

Pointing two fingers at Urahara, she shot a Hado at point blank. Urahara, however, managed to escape unscathed but at the same time, he was too far away to stop her from finally getting her hands on the zanpakuto. Unsheathing the zanpakuto, she pointed the blade in Urahara's direction with a victorious smirk.

"Cry, Harusame."

~Meanwhile~

When she opened her eyes again, Katsumi was standing right in front of someone who looked exactly like her. Letting out a surprised gasp, she took a step back. Only for her to realise that she just walked right through someone instead of colliding with them. In her panic, Katsumi started stumbling about. Even though the room was full of people, whenever she stepped, Katsumi never bumped into anyone as she walked right through them. Breathing heavily, Katsumi tried calming herself down and started to realise that she was in a dream. No, a memory.

The person who looked exactly like her was her. A younger her.

As she finally looked around calmly, Katsumi realised that she was in a memory of her own. A memory that had been locked away. This was the memory of her graduation from Shin'O Academy, the day she officially became a shinigami. It was starting to become clear to her, what Urahara said about her reiatsu. Although she had forgotten for unknown reasons, Katsumi had always have reiryoku and could release reiatsu. The reason why she could evade that Hollow so effortlessly was because she used to be a shinigami and knew how to fight.

Watching as her younger self held a zanpakuto in her hand, the memory started fading into another.

This time, she was standing on a tree branch right next to her younger self who was hiding. Her hand clutched the hilt of her zanpakuto and although it was dark all around, Katsumi could see herself shaking. It was coming back to her, that feeling of fear when she was sent on a mission for the very first time. She kept looking over to her comrades, waiting for someone to make a move before she did. And although she held her own fight, Katsumi never found the heart in her to finish the enemy off. It inconvenienced her comrades, as they often had to do her job for her.

But why was she living in the human world now? Why was she not a shinigami anymore?

She knew of the existence of Soul Society. She remembered it like she remembered her brother. But to Katsumi, Soul Society was just a home she was taken away from. She always thought she was just a soul, a part of the Ukitake family. Never in a million years did she think that she was a shinigami, one who worked in the Gotei 13 and carried around a zanpakuto.

Before she could dwell longer and uncover more of her memories, Katsumi suddenly felt as if she was being sucked away. Her entire world was spinning and Katsumi could barely see what was going on. The next thing she knew, she was holding onto her zanpakuto that was piercing the right shoulder of Urahara, pinning him against a rock. "Welcome back," Urahara grinned, wincing a little in pain. Katsumi's eyes widened at the sight, letting out a gasp. "Hey um...you mind pulling your zanpakuto out first before you freak? Your blade's a little too long for me to do it myself."

Finally coming back to her senses, Katsumi pulled her zanpakuto out of his shoulder and Urahara let out a groan, pressing a hand to his wound. Looking down at her own hands, Katsumi was more confused than she was before. Staggering onto his feet, Urahara looked over to Katsumi and walked up to her, flicking her on the forehead to catch her attention. "Old man..."

"It's so good to have you back, Katsumi-chan. She's not very nice."

"Who?"

Letting out a groan of pain, Urahara managed to escape the question. "See those set of stairs over there?" Urahara asked, using his cane to point over to the left. Katsumi thought Urahara was joking when he told her they were in his secret lair underneath the shop.

Running over to the stairs, Katsumi went up to the shop before returning a few minutes after with a first aid kit in her hand. She ran up to Urahara and started tending to his wound. As much as she found Urahara irritating, Katsumi would never believe that she was the one who stabbed him in the shoulder if she was not holding onto the zanpakuto just moments ago. She never even knew she had a zanpakuto or how to fight to begin with. Seeing the worried and confused looks on her face mixing together, Urahara used his free hand and gave her another flick on the forehead between the brows.

"If you keep frowning like that, you'll get permanent wrinkles," he grinned.

"How can you be joking in this situation?" Katsumi asked, pressing the cotton wool soaked with disinfectant roughly onto his wound purposely, making Urahara scream out in pain. "What did you do to me, old man?"

As he calmed, Urahara suddenly had a very serious look on his face. One that Katsumi was not used to seeing. He stared at Katsumi, trying to think of what to say to her. There was an agreement between him and Ukitake when Katsumi was entrusted in his care; that she should never know about her past, or what happened in Seireitei that resulted in her leaving with him. It was for the best of Katsumi and all of Soul Society, really. But desperate times meant desperate measures and the Gotei 13 was running into some desperately desperate times. They needed all the help they could get.

Or, at least, that was how Urahara justified his actions.

"All I did was help you remember," Urahara said. "Think of it like giving your brain a jump start. Your memories were sealed away when you came to the human world, for the safety of your own and everyone else but that's another story for next time." As Katsumi tied up the ends of the bandage, Urahara stood up and pulled his clothes back in place, picking up his cane. "Come back here tomorrow after school. And bring your zanpakuto. We have a lot of work to do."

Katsumi could not sleep the entire night. She tossed and turned, eventually settling on her back while she stared up at the ceiling. Although Urahara gave her some answers, she knew he was hiding a lot more from her. It was a bit of a forbidden subject, her past. She had learnt a long time ago not to waste any time trying to squeeze anything out of Urahara; he became an expert at evading her questions. That was when she turned her head, staring at the zanpakuto leaning against the wall near the door. When she first discovered it hidden away in Urahara's room, she was told it was because she used to practice Kendo.

So many questions clouded her mind for the rest of the night and before she knew it, it was morning. The whole day in school, she could not focus. When she was supposed to be taking notes, Katsumi was doodling. Subconsciously, she started drawing herself in the shinigami attire wielding her zanpakuto. The name Harusame was written all over her book too, though Katsumi had no idea to what it was related. It was just a name that kept popping up in her mind.

Unknown to her, someone had been watching her over her shoulders the entire time.

After school, as Katsumi was making her way home, she could not help but feel like she was being followed. Every time she looked over her shoulder, however, there was no one there. Or at least, not on the street. Something in her guts told her to look up and when she did, Katsumi's body reacted instinctively. She jumped back as Shinji slashed his zanpakuto down on her.

"Ukitake Katsumi."

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Ongoing

She was just his housekeeper.

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Sashi my love for you ask!!! Iff possible to do all the questions!!!!!!!! please!! love you babe!!!!!

SDFJKDKJ BABY I LOVE U!! 💖 So! I will post all of them except 2,5,8 and 9 since beautiful Mich asked me about those :3

1. When they eat, are they a salt lover type of person or do they have a sweet tooth? Byakuya hates sweet things like me, but there is an exception, bananas.  He would kill for my gluten free banana bread.

3. What nicknames/endearing compliments do you two give one another? My usual one is “Honey” but sometimes we have to go with “Byakuya-sama” whenever his family is present. For me, he usually uses “woman” to scold me (which is usually always) but when he feels a little romantic he goes with ume bud.

4. Who is the night owl/morning person and why? Both night owls; Byakuya loves taking walks under the moon and so do I.

6. How would 2 (or more) of your f/os interact with each other (especially if they don't come from the same media)? Law and him would be pleased to be sitting in the same room, total silence.

7. What flower/plant/etc reminds them of you and vice versa? Probably tangerines since I have orange hair. He, of course, reminds me of Sakura trees (oh and seaweed, you know)

10. What things do you both have in common/like to bond over? The fact we would give it all out for love. Nothing matters the most if some of us and our little family is in danger. Rukia, Renji, Ichika, Sojun and us! Also, our friends! Val and Toshi, with baby Reira, Ichigo and Orihime with baby Kazui are part of our beautiful family!