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bleach masterlist 2: older events and sfw & nsfw random fics, not event related.

ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒: 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 ⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀. ⋆ 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 - 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⟢ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 // 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦

ＮＯＴ ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 - 𝐊𝐎𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐒 & 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐒 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊!+18. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆- 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐓 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ＥＶＥＮＴＳ 2/2 (recent events on masterlist 1)

𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 + 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⭒ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 kuchiki byakuya x f! reader⭒ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 jushiro ukitake x gn! reader⭒ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 adult! ishida uryu x f! reader R18+⭒ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader. R18+

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 [+18] 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 - 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [+18] 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐞 - 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ⋆ +18 Eyes For The King. Äs Nödt x f! reader ⋆ +18. Serve Me. Dom! Kuchiki Byakuya x f! reader ⋆ +18. HCs: Sexy Things Byakuya and you do together ⋆ +18. Eternity Only Lasts For a Minute. Aizen Sōsuke x f! reader ⋆ +18. adult! Kurosaki Ichigo n/s.fw Headcanons

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐) +18 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 – 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 霊圧 + 淫慾. //𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 + 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭. [𝐓𝐇𝐄-𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐎𝐅-𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝘹 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈-𝐘𝐀 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣] ➡ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱 (𝐕-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ +18. 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

月が綺麗ですね 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝟏: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆+18 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ +18 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 - 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 - 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅! 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃

𝐎𝐡, 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ~ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋! 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍! 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

[dreamingofaizawa]

Posession

Ulquiorra Cifer x Fem!Arrancar!Reader

***18+ Fic*** If you are under the age displayed, please find your way to another station.

Warnings: Penetrative sex (p in v), biting/marking, fingering, edging, overstimulation(?), choking/breath play, rough sex, VERY posessive Ulquiorra, spanking (ass and pussy spanking), liberal use of 'master' (both sexual and not) squirting, creampie, cockwarming if you squint, teeny bit of praise kink, dom! Ulquiorra, sub! reader, tiny bit of aftercare (ish), brief mentions of suicide (not descriptive, it’s used as a power grab/show of loyalty)

Word Count: 3.6k

Auhor's Note: Yeeeah....I'm making writer's block my bitch LMAO

Anywho, enjoy the depravity~

Being a fracción was a simple thing, really. Obey. Apologize. Obey. Especially under the fourth Espada, your job was easy. He’s reserved, quiet, but his silence does not convey weakness. It’s calculated, like everything he does. So you must be as well. You match his stoic facade, keep everything in check. You’ve learned to read his every fractional expression, most of his thoughts you’re able to read without struggle. Once you’d begun thinking like him, it became infinitely easier to remain as his fracción and remain unpunished, for the most part. 

With all of that in mind, you can’t fathom what you missed. 

He’s cornered you in your personal quarters outside of your usual fracción duties. If he needs something urgently, he can easily summon you to his side instantaneously. Clearly, it wasn’t urgent enough to warrant a summons. So what exactly do his barely furrowed brows and unusually dark glare mean? You stand, awaiting orders of some kind, while he stalks slowly closer to you. His footsteps are measured, as always. He doesn’t stop, however, when his chest bumps your own. His frame pushes against yours as you easily step backward, matching his pace until your back hits the wall. It isn’t often you can’t read his mind.

“A thousand apologies, Master Ulquiorra, I am unable to discern what you need tonight.” His viridian glare flickers over your features, schooled to match his own usual indifference. The silence is long, stretched thin over the seconds you spend trying to decipher the Espada’s thoughts to no avail. All you can do is study his face. Those piercing, unwavering eyes that you could lose yourself in forever. The tiny tick in his sharp jaw, the tiniest pinch in his brows. Dark lines reminiscent of tear tracks streak down his pale cheeks, drawing the eyes down his neck toward the hollow at the base of his throat. It isn’t often he chooses to leave it exposed. 

“Has anyone paid you a visit today?” The deep baritone vibrates through your body, snapping your thoughts back to the present. No other Espada would dare come to you, unless it were urgent or a special case. None of the humans would bother with you either, even Lord Aizen is far above seeking the assistance of a fracción. He should already know the answer to that question.

“No, Master Ulquiorra.” You don’t bother to elaborate, he hates hearing unneeded explanations. A simple answer is all he ever needs. At the confirmation, his features relax. His expression is blank once again, the calculated persona clicking into place like a puzzle piece. You know you’re one of the very few that can read his micro expressions, if he were talking to any of the other Espada or fracción they’d probably never notice whatever inner turmoil plagues his mind. But you do. 

When he turns to leave, you can’t help but want to ease whatever troubles him. It’s second nature, for a fracción such as yourself. You were made to serve him, to assist him, to do anything and everything necessary to help him reach his goal.

“Master Ulquiorra?” He stops on a dime, casually turning to face you once again. He wants this kept short, he always does. So you don’t bother beating around the bush.

“May I be of any assistance? I can see something is on your mind.” His eyes swiftly trace down and back up your entire form. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d have missed it.

“No. Good night.” Swiftly, he turns and leaves, the door to your room closing softly behind him. How odd. 

The next week is spent assisting the fourth Espada with research of the hogyoku. There isn’t much to be gathered besides what Lord Aizen already knows, and each night you wonder exactly what has Ulquiorra wound so tightly. Yes, his mind still lingers on whatever it is he confronted you about that night. Unfortunately, an answer does not come to you, but instead a new series of questions is given to you when you’re visited once again in your quarters. You feel him approaching long before he arrives, that spiritual pressure is unmistakable. But why is he here?

You’re down on your knees before the door swings open, head bowed down, not from the pressure but out of respect for the man. Lord Aizen steps over the threshold, his footsteps heavy and booming, into the small space of your room. You’ve only ever seen him across a hall or room during a meeting of some kind, and he’s never ever addressed you directly. Any and all orders came through Master Ulquiorra, even if they were from Lord Aizen himself.

“So respectful. Ulquiorra has trained you well, fracción. Stand.” You waste no time, standing at full height and keeping your eyes focused on the ground. Making eye contact could be fatal. You have to tense every muscle in your body to keep from flinching when a large hand reaches out toward your face, and you stop breathing when he grabs your chin and begins to turn your head this way and that. He’s…examining you. Releasing your face, he begins a slow, steady pace circling around you as you stand perfectly still. You don’t know what this is about, but you don’t dare ask, his piercing gaze is more than enough warning not to speak at all, let alone move.

“Very interesting.” It takes all of your resolve not to scream and protest when you feel two large hands, suddenly and harshly, grasp your waist and tug your back against his chest. His chin hooks over your shoulder and his voice is too close, too deep, too dark.

“What a darling fracción. Tell me, why is Ulquiorra so distracted lately? One of my most loyal Espada has been faltering lately.” He’s been faltering? Oh no, what could have him so worked up?

“My sincerest apologies, Lord Aizen. I have not been able to discern his troubles. He has hidden all of his mind from me lately. I have failed as his fracción.” You know you’ve failed. If his mind is so distracted that Lord Aizen has noticed a difference in his performance, then you have failed to be of assistance. You were created for it, and yet you have failed. The ultimate failure.

“Oh, don’t be so down, little fracción. You have not failed, yet.” Yet? What does he mean by that? He releases you from his hold in favor of meeting you face to face, grasping your chin once again and forcing your eyes to meet his own. It’s a terrifying thing, those eyes are pure bloodlust.

“If Ulquiorra were to have you kill yourself for any reason, would you do it?”

“Yes.” You didn’t even have to think about the answer. Undeniably, you would. No matter the order, you’d follow through. If Ulquiorra ordered you to kill Lord Aizen himself, you would kill him or die trying.

“Very good, fracción. Such unwavering loyalty is not so common.” Maybe not, but fraccións are created for the sole purpose of mindless loyalty and obedience. It should not be a surprise that you are this way. Though something deep in your psyche tells you loyalty is not the only quality you hold for your master.

Another layer of spiritual pressure falls on the room, but you are unable to look over Lord Aizen’s wide shoulders with your face stuck in his grip. Regardless, you know who has joined you.

“Ulquiorra, I was wondering when you’d arrive.” The Espada’s footsteps halt behind the former shinigami.

“Lord Aizen.” Nothing more than an acknowledgement, but all of the questions you know he wants to ask remain unspoken when dark brown meets deep emerald, their sharp gazes piercing each other. The tension is palpable, for reasons you cannot calculate. Never would you have thought Ulquiorra could level such a glare at the man he’s sworn his loyalty. Your chin is finally released, and a boom resonates through the small chamber, the white fabric on Ulquiorra’s back suddenly filling your gaze as Lord Aizen turns back to face you both. A sonido? Here? Now? In front of Lord Aizen? What is going on with Master Ulquiorra? The thick silence is suffocating, the air itself seems to be vibrating with clashing spiritual pressures and tension. You’re having a hard time breathing, your body feeling heavier the longer the silence stretches. It feels like an eternity passes and you fall to your knees, but you know it can’t have been more than a split second. As quickly as it built, the tension dissipates as you sit there on your knees, panting and sweating in the aftermath.

“Tend to your fracción, Ulquiorra, the way we both know you want to. She may not be privy to your thoughts but I can read you like a book.” Lord Aizen’s smirk is measured carefully, and he’s gone in an instant. You don’t dare move until that spiritual pressure is gone completely, and even then you’re struggling to recuperate. Tenderly, lithe fingers brush away whatever hair had fallen in your face, emerald gaze searching your face as you peer up at him. Searching for what, you don’t know. 

“Stand.” You do as asked, wobbling for a moment while your strength returns. Strong hands, one on your shoulder and one on your waist, steady you. It’s strange, he’s never actually touched you before. Not like this. You don’t know what to do about the sudden feeling in your chest, warmth and contentment spreading like a wildfire to your mind. Even more so you’re left unsure about your newfound feelings, when instead of giving a command he chooses to lift you in his arms. The boom of a sonido is so much different when you’re moving the distance, but not of your own volition. The door to Master Ulquiorra’s quarters is thrown open and you’re unceremoniously tossed onto the large bed.

“Master Ulquiorra?” You can’t help your confusion. The past fifteen minutes have been a whirlwind of unnatural occurrences. His movements are almost frantic as he strides over to the door and seals it shut, locking it from the inside and training those eyes right on you. It’s a predatory glare he pins you with, the viridian swirling with something dark and sultry and filled with an insatiable lust. It makes your carefully crafted mask of indifference crack and splinter, eyes widening as your body curls into itself. You aren’t afraid, not of him. But something in his eyes just screams danger, and you can’t help the blistering heat coiling in the pit of your stomach nor the involuntary squeeze of your thighs. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Before anything else, a tension settles over the room much like earlier.

“What was Lord Aizen’s business with you?” What a strange question.

“He asked if I knew why you were lacking in your duties lately. I couldn’t answer.” His chest rises and falls heavily, a muscle in his jaw tensing momentarily.

“Was that all?” You shook your head, not at all inclined to keep anything from Ulquiorra. 

“He asked if I’d kill myself at your order.” He went eerily still, every muscle in his body tensed and ready like a coiled snake.

“And your answer?”

“Without question. I would do anything you asked of me, Master Ulquiorra.” The glare he levels you with is primal, carnal desire. There’s no question about it, his entire being is consumed by lust. In the time it takes you to blink, he’s got you pinned to the bed with a hand wrapped tight around your neck, his lips claiming yours in a display of barely controlled dominance that has your entire body trembling. Teeth grab at every piece of skin he can reach. Blooming bites and bruises form along your jaw and neck, carefully skirting around the hollow in your own chest, his fingers squeezing around your throat in increments sending your vision blurry. Your clothes are shredded off your body and you’re left completely exposed for the arrancar keeping you pinned to his bed. Pain shoots through you, jolting your body, the sensation of teeth burying into your shoulder and it’s all you can do to bite your lip to stay quiet. The hand on your throat squeezes, Ulquiorra’s voice rattling your brain.

“I want to hear you. Not a single noise you make will be stifled.” It’s a proclamation, a statement of fact, rather than a request or demand. The next bite is accompanied by a sharp pinch, your nipple peaked between his index finger and thumb as he tugs at it, your voice coming out in a yelp and slowly melding into a low moan while he toys with your breasts. 

“Beautiful.” That single word sends shivers down your spine. There isn’t a single moment you can remember being praised in any way, and your head is spinning from it. His mouth continues its assault on your skin, following the curve of your shoulder and down your breasts. You can see the bite marks scattered over your chest, it lights a fire beneath your skin you can’t quite describe. He takes his time marking you, one hand ghosting over you and the other remaining planted on your neck, his lips mapping your body. You’re trembling from the attention he’s lavishing you with, you know he can feel the way your body shakes from all the stimulation. When his wandering hand finally reaches between your thighs, you’re shy knowing how messy you’ve become. His fingers are toying with the folds of your pussy, teasing around the entrance and barely ghosting over your swollen clit, his lips still sucking and biting and marking. He’s claiming you, completely dominating your being and making you his. 

He’s squeezing your throat in longer stents now, giving you short spaces to breathe between the dizzying cut off of your air supply. He can see the effect it’s having on you, your legs weaker as they try to close around his hand toying with your cunt, tears falling down your cheeks, your eyelids fluttering shut the longer he keeps your breathing controlled. And your pretty pussy is leaking so much more now, dripping onto his sheets and soaking his fingers. His emerald gaze stares up at you when you reach up and grasp at his arm, weakly clawing at him for a breath. He loves seeing you like this, completely reliant on him, even to do something as simple and basic and breathing.

The edges of your vision spot black and you’re shaking harder the closer you get to unconsciousness. You can’t fight it much longer, as much as you want to. Your eyes roll back into your skull as two long fingers plunge into your pussy and you’re granted air once again, the gasping breaths you take making your head spin and the fingers buried deep inside you curl up to hit a spot that makes your back arch up off the bed. It’s euphoric. You’re shaking hard, your legs clamped around Ulquiorra’s hand as something snaps in your abdomen, sending you head first into a freefall of blinding pleasure. Your guttural moans bounce off the walls after being ripped from your lungs, a sinful melody in the arrancar’s ears. When you can finally focus again Ulquiorra is standing above you in all his naked glory, clothing tossed into a random corner. He’s a beautiful man, pale skin flawless and smooth, and you can’t help the way your eyes trace down his toned body to lock onto his hard leaking cock as it stands proud.

“Get on your knees. Turn around and present yourself to me.” The command is clear, the dominant cadence of his voice making you tremble as you obey your master. Dropping your chest to the bed, you spread your knees and grip the sheets tight between your fingers, exposing your ass and cunt to the lust crazed Espada. Shivers wrack your body from the groan he lets slip past his lips, you yelp and jolt when a sharp slap lands on your bare pussy. 

“Look at you. So obedient, so submissive. Such a pretty, slutty little fracción for me.” A moan is punched from you at the praise, and your cunt clenches down around nothing. One hand smooths over one of your ass cheeks and slides up your back, reaching all the way to the back of your neck and keeping steady pressure, pinning you in place. Again you clench around nothing as Ulquiorra teases the tip of his cock at your entrance, never delving further, bumping your clit and making you jump with every pass. You know better than to speak out of turn, but you can’t take it anymore.

“P-please…” Everything halts, even your breathing stops at the realization of what you'd just done. A heavy hand slaps your ass, leaving a blooming red mark in its wake, your whole body jerking at the contact and a moan tearing from your throat. Another slap lands in the same place, harder this time, and another. They keep coming until your moans are sounding more like screams, but Ulquiorra knows better, the gush of your cute pussy giving away just how much you’re enjoying yourself. Mercifully, he rubs at the raw skin in soothing circles.

“A fitting punishment, don’t you think? For speaking unprompted,” you nod as much as you can still pinned beneath him, tears staining your cheeks and the bedsheets.

“Y-yes, Master Ulquiorra.” You can’t see it, but you can hear the devious grin in his voice. If only you had the pleasure of witnessing such an expression.

“Good girl, you’re learning.” Your loud moan is swallowed by the sheets.

“Oh? You like the praise, sweet thing?” It’s formed as a question, but it feels like he’s taunting you, like it’s something shameful to enjoy. You can’t bring yourself to answer, embarrassed to be so affected by his praise. His hand comes down again on your still painful ass.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Between small hiccups and sniffles, you squeak out a response.

“Yes! I love hearing your praise, Master.” Satisfied, he chuckles, deep and dark and dangerous. He doesn’t bother speaking anymore, focused solely on dragging out your torturous pleasure as long as he can endure. His fingers are shoved into your pussy, ripping a groan out of you and he sets a punishing pace, pumping and curling and spreading to prepare you to take his sizable cock. You can feel that sensation again, tightening in the depths of your belly, feel your legs begin to shake like before, whines and moans spilling into the room. But just before that tension snaps, you’re left empty. You could cry, being denied that release. Ulquiorra just laughs again before rubbing tight, quick circles into your clit to build up the tension again. You desperately want to beg him to let you cum, want to sing his praises in hopes that he’ll pull you over that blissful release, but you know you can’t. Your chest is heaving, entire body shaking as he builds you up to the point of snapping, only to stop just before you’re shoved over the edge again. You cry, sob as another orgasm is stolen away from you. Your body is shaking so hard he doesn’t even have to move his fingers to rub at your clit, just hold them while you tremble and let you work yourself to that peak again and again. Then he stills completely, listening to your pathetic sniveling at being denied so much pleasure.

“Go ahead. Beg.”

“Please! Please Master Ulquiorra make me cum! I want to feel it so bad, I need it. I can’t take any more, please make me cum!” You can hear his evil chuckle, he’s adoring this. In one fluid motion he buries his aching cock all the way to the hilt, your scream is punched from your lungs and your vision blanks, his heavy balls slap against your clit as he slams into you with his full weight. You can’t hear anything as you cum hard, feeling liquid gush from your cunt and drip down your legs, squirting all over Ulquiorra’s thighs. He doesn’t stop, leaning over you and pounding into you until he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. Shaking is all you can do, pinned down and at the mercy of your master as he empties into you, hot ropes of thick cum filling you to the brim as he finally stills. 

You’re both sucking in heavy breaths in the aftershock, slowly he releases your neck and lays the both of you down on your side, cock still plugging your cunt, keeping all his cum inside you. He holds your trembling form close, gently massaging your shoulders, hips, neck and thighs. Every piece of you that he’s sure aches, he tenderly soothes. It takes a long while for you to pick up the shattered pieces of your mind, he can see your eyes regain their focus as he places soft kisses over your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” You blink away some of the daze, nod slowly to answer. The both of you hiss when he slips his soft cock from you, sensitive as ever. He flips you around to face him, tugging your body over his own so you’re laying on top of him. His fingers caress down your back and massage your scalp and neck, further grounding your mind. It’s comfortable, sweet. You don’t want to be anywhere else. Gently, he turns your head to look into your eyes.

“For the last week I have battled with the notion that you were not solely my own fracción and you would be stolen away by another Espada.” A small, lazy smile graces your features. What a silly concept.

“I’m not going anywhere, Master Ulquiorra.” His gaze turns possessive.

“Of course you aren’t, my dear fracción,” his hand grips your chin firmly, eyes piercing your own, “You belong to me, and only me.”

[kurokawaia]

❛ Crush ❜

Cifer Ulquiorra X Reader

| SFW | REQUEST? Yes | -> Headcannons

REQUEST; @r333y - Hi I saw your requests were open and I thought I would request some bleach headcanons (or anything really) if that's ok. Would you mind writing ichigo and/or ulquiorra (separately if you do both) having a crush on gn reader? Like how would he develop it, how would he act around the reader or how would he confess. Just some fluff for our boys. Thank you for considering, good day/night. ♡

a::note; i don't usually write for a 'gn' reader but i will try my best as i did state in my request rules that i only write for fem reader:3

M.LIST | BLEACH M.LIST |

How would he develop a crush?

lquiorra first becomes fascinated by your behavior, then, from afar, watches you with interest that gradually evolves into something more. Confused by feelings unfamiliar to him, he started following you more often, falling inexplicably into the need to protect you in times of danger. It becomes his way of staying close to him through small gestures and silent watching; the short conversations, meaningful in their own right, and shared moments under the night sky foster a growing connection. In these pangs of jealousy and this protective urge, Ulquiorra proves the depth of his crush.

How he would act around you?

Ulquiorra would often be here, near you, a silent witness, but one could feel his presence more than see him—he chose to be unseen. However, many times, he would look at you intently with his sharp analyzing eyes, feeling things in you. Of course, this look is very piercing, yet it is the way he establishes a connection with you.

He would protect you in subtle ways, only intervening when necessary. He might kill off those threats before they ever reach you or position himself strategically to shield you from harm. You might notice things working out in your favor mysteriously—for example, the disappearance of an impending danger or obstacles being removed—but you wouldn't know that Ulquiorra was behind it all.

His face and intonations would be flat most of the time. But on very rare occasions, you could see a flash of softness or care across his features. Ulquiorra chose his words well and spoke in short and direct sentences most of the time. All the conversations with him would be meaningful, even though they would be brief.

Little thoughtful gestures would make up most of Ulquiorra's expressions of love. Maybe he would move something closer to you that he knows you need, sit with you in silence when he knows you're down, or do something to make you more comfortable without drawing attention to the action. Physical contact would be a rare event; however, when physical contact does occur, it is meaningful. Light contact on your shoulder, a steadying hand when you stumble, or a fleeting brush of his fingers against yours would hold meaning.

As time wore on and trust grew, Ulquiorra would become slightly more open. He might share more of his thoughts and past experiences, showing a side of him that not many get to see. Being silent together would become common. You both could sit together without the need for constant speech, finding peace in each other's presence.

He would feel a twinge of jealousy when you spend time with others, though he may not express it overtly. His protectiveness could increase, and he would become more attentive to your interactions with others. In case someone tries to harm or upset you, protective instincts would kick in for Ulquiorra.

How he would confess? + little scenario

Much of Ulquiorra's time would therefore be consumed by thoughts of his feelings, in a need to understand and rationalize them. This is because he is so foreign to the very idea of a crush that much turmoil is involved about how to begin to approach it.

You would feel Ulquiorra's presence more and more as he grew increasingly protective, mindful to his surroundings as he looked out for your safety and comfort. He was going to become more tender and attentive to the things around you, did small things that made sure your needs were met before they arose. Though inconspicuous, such actions happened more often now and became noticeable.

That would be if something really major were to happen, such that something dangerous or emotionally jarring would strike him with the realization that he needs to make a confession. Maybe your being in pain/distress/danger might give him a shove toward confessing.

I feel like Ulquiorra would plan his confession quite carefully. He would choose the right moment and place where both of you can just be alone and undisturbed, thus ensuring that the moment is really private and full of meaning.

Ulquiorra would be very forthright. He'd be walking toward you just as normal, with his quiet demeanor, but deep in his eyes, there'd be a spark of fire to show the urgency of the situation being presented. It would be unabashedly straight, unbathed in sugarcoating. He could say something like, "I have come to realise that you evoke within me feelings that I do not quite understand. But what I am clear about is that I want to be close to you."

Although his expression and voice were so tranquil at the surface, they would betray this rare moment of his vulnerability. His eyes might ramble into softness, and his voice assumes the tinge of uncertainty, fleshing out unfamiliar emotions he is venturing into.

scenario

The moon was high in the sky, casting a cold, silver-glowing light across Hueco Mundo's desolation. You walked alone near Las Noches, lost in thought. The silence was comforting, yet on your skin, there was always that sense of being watched—ever-present, and now more familiar than not.

You wandered, your gaze on him as he was standing a little ways off; his green gaze trained on you made your heart skip. He drew closer in that calm gait of his, reassuring, yet a bit unsettling.

"{Y/N}," he started with a low, smooth tone, "may I speak with you?"

You nodded, interested. Ulquiorra rarely initiated conversations unless it was important.

He steered you off to some secluded spot, away from prying eyes and ears. His silence, as was yours, hung thick between them until he finally turned to face you; his expression, as ever, inscrutable.

"I've been watching you," he said, his eyes steady. "For some time now, I have had this feeling that I don't quite understand. A. pull towards you."

You blinked at the sudden forthrightness of his tone. That wasn't like Ulquiorra, speaking of emotions or feelings, and he caught you quite off guard with what he had said.

He went on, his voice gentled now, almost uncertain. "You bring up feelings in me that are foreign. When you're in danger, I feel the urge to protect you. When you're sad, I want you to smile. These are all new feelings to me, but they cannot be denied."

He paused for a second, allowing his words to sink in. Ulquiorra's eyes searched yours for any hint of your reaction.

"I do not know if this is what humans call love," he admitted, his voice reflecting. "But I know that I need to be close to you, to understand these feelings better. You have grown important to me, {Y/N.}"

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[seneon]

can you do an x reader with ulquiorra where he feels something for the reader? For example touching her hand accidentally and feeling the contrast between her body temp and his own? And that makes him maybe develop a beginning of a crush bc he has never touched anyone without killing them lmao

A TOUCH OF THE SUN ───── ulquiorra cifer x fem! reader. fluff and wc of 800+ i love love love him sm..

ulquiorra cifer, the fourth ranking espada of formal soul reaper aizen's army. he who is dispassionate and would immediately think of disposing of the uninteresting weak.

just how exactly would he react when an arrancar who portrays the element of ecstasy came into his view and pokes her way through that empty soul of his?

ulquiorra does not believe in the human heart nor does he believe in human emotions. all those emotions portrayed by his other army men were designed by aizen and his two other comrades. they never had such things called emotions in the first place. ah yes . . . they were all just like the fourth espada. cold, heartless, unknown to the blazing sun but an artificial one in hueco mundo.

not that he bats an eye at the arrancar girl of ecstasy, but she always makes her way to be around ulquiorra. the male finds it quite irritating and that she is much of a nuisance, always smiling and sprinkling her shine everywhere she goes.

today was no different than any other day. just as yammy left ulquiorra’s sight, you will pop out from the corner and spin your way to the aloof male. “hello ulquiorra, i made you something,” you took his hand in yours to give him the item you made for him.

but the cifer instinctively grabbed your hands before you could even hold his. the thing fell to the ground and your eyes followed it to the hard and cold floors. of course you'd want to automatically pick it up, but the grip the male has on you is quite firm and strong.

your eyes left the item instead and they looked at ulquiorra. the nihilistic and empty arrancar who holds your hand, slowly but gently easing his grip on your wrist. his basil green eyes locked onto your hands where his own cold hands laid upon.

what is this foreign feeling?

quietly, you watched the arrancar move his fingers around your wrist, slowly feeling every part of your wrist before he trails his cold fingers up to your arms. you didn't really understand what he's doing, but you know ulquiorra is feeling your skin and experiencing something he has never felt before.

“you are warm,” said ulquiorra, no changes in time as per usual and his eyes never leaving your hands. they were like something he had never known existed in this world. like your hands and your arms is something completely new to be studied. a foreign object.

“am i?” you asked, very much confused. who wouldn't be? a terrifying upper ranking soldier is holding your arm and feeling it while saying that you're warm. it was starting to weird you out.

suddenly, that hand of yours that he held was pulled forward so your hands hold his wrist now.

“do you feel the difference, y/n? how my hand is cold and yours isn't?”

your eyes widened. “hey you called me by my name and not girl!! is this character development!?” you unknowingly moved your grip to hold the cifer’s palm in excitement that you just heard your name slip out from his lips, something that he has never done before.

his eyebrow scrunched a little at your hand holding his hand. something in him stirred at the little gesture. something once again so foreign and unknown to him that has him all confused. ulquiorra withdraws his hands from your touch, his hands lingering around in the air for a few moments before he lets it fall to his side.

“i’m sorry, i didn't mean to,” you quickly apologised, face twisting into worry. “your hand isn't cold at all, ulquiorra,” you said in a soft whisper, barely audible, yet the arrancar could pick up your voice just perfectly.

you remembered the item you were going to give him and you picked it up, shoving it into his hands. "for you. a moon charm made out of ceramic."

it was silent for a few moments before ulquiorra turned around and slid his hands into his pockets, holding your charm tightly.

“so that's how the word warm feels like. you're lucky i didn't kill you the moment you held my hands,” ulquiorra said and began to walk away, leaving you dumbfounded. his hand is really cold like he claims it to be. he is just as warm as any other living being. ulquiorra himself is warm.

but to the cifer, your warmth feels like a touch of the sun. him touching your hands alone is enough to make his cheeks turn into a different temperature. you gave him a sense of comfort the moment you held his palm in yours.

the arrancar of nihilism would never admit it, but he walked away in embarrassment that is coated with his stoicism. in truth, he wanted to feel your warmth a little bit more.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[stanurines1mp]

Regrets

pairing: Ulquiorra Cifer x Fem!Gin's sister!Reader

type: angst

an: ignoring the fact that i start sm fanfics that i havent finished, here's another Bleach oneshot of one of my fav characters! i can write an entire essay on his character eheh. also, this is pretty short but im kinda lazy lol... its basically like the scene of him and orihime about the 'heart' but with a romantic(?) and angsty twist. so have fun and enjoy! dont forget to follow me on Tumblr and Wattpad! and share, like, vote, comment and all :)

warnings: angst (dont expect more from me), death, aizen (bro deserves a warning), gin (also deserves a warning but he's barely in here), reader is gin's younger sister, kinda rushed, blood (barely). i think thats all, lemme know if i miss anything! 

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Following Aizen into Hueco Mundo was a decision filled with regret. Leaving behind your friends from the Seireitei was not your best move. But what more could you do when your older brother, Gin, had brought you along?

Honestly, what was he thinking?

But you couldn't deny him. You swore to stay by each other's side and this was not an exception.

So there you stood just a little behind him, fingers gripping tightly on the sleeve of his robe. Scared, you were barely peeking into the view of whatever Hollow Aizen had found interest in.

Ever since you set foot in this world, you were driven with fear, longing for a sense of warmth in this cold atmosphere. It's much too different than the Soul Society and the Human World. You'd do anything to get back to either one of those. But you swore to stay with Gin.

And Aizen was kind enough not to separate you both.

Until one day, he found your presence to be irrelevant and quite honestly a nuisance though he hid that fact with a sweet little lie of saying that he just wanted you to be safe.

And you remembered that day very well, too.

After all, it happened during a meeting with all the Espadas who swore loyalty to the God wannabe. Seated around the table were those 10 Arrancars and the traitors of Soul Society, including you.

"Y/N," Aizen brought the attention to you.

At this point in time, you had made yourself somewhat comfortable. Or rather, you've let yourself not get involved with anyone except your brother. So from your seat, your slouching back immediately straightened while your eyes widened. 

Your gaze lifted to meet the man, his soft orbs peering into yours. To the outside looking in, one would think he was displaying a look of warmth but you knew better than to fall for his manipulation. 

"Y-Yes?" You stuttered.

Sure, you were aware of his tricks. That didn't mean you weren't scared of him. 

"I have a very important task for you," he smiled. "I have informed Ulquiorra of everything and he is in charge of you."

"Wait, what?!" Your words slipped out, panic jolting your body as you looked from the man to your brother, your brows stitched in a silent beg for help. 

Before your brother could display even a shift in expression, your body froze in the chair. Your eyes widened, your lips emitting a hitched gasp. 

Aizen's Reiatsu was hurting you. 

Your fingers clutched firmly at the edge of the table. Your lungs felt like it was closing up, your airway narrowing as you gasped helplessly for air. 

"Are you denying me, Y/N?" His tone was silky smooth, an eyebrow raised condescendingly. 

Not without struggle, your head began to shake weakly as the brims of your eyes begin to well up with tears. Having enough of your suffering for the moment, Aizen lowered his Reiatsu and you gasped loudly as you could feel air flowing in and out of you again. 

"My apologies, Aizen-sama," you trembled, gaze lowering to the ground.

To that, he let out a pleased hum that matched his smirk. What a fucking sadist. 

So that's why you were currently stuck next to the 4th Espada, hiding in the Dangai while you waited to capture the human girl Aizen took an interest in. Honestly, some part of you hated yourself for being in such a position, forcing the same fate on an innocent girl who would do anything for her friends. 

"Inoue-san," you cleared your throat one day, knocking on the door. 

You pushed it open and saw the girl's sullen figure on the floor, gazing at the moon. She remained silent as she watched you enter. 

"How are you doing?" You asked, knowing it wouldn't bring any sort of comfort whatsoever despite that being your intention. "If you need anything, I'm at your service," you sighed. 

Silence passed between you two. Though expected, you took it as a sign to leave. Just as you were about to, she stopped you with a question. 

"Kuchiki-san told me about you," she said. "Why did you betray the Soul Society?" 

Her question struck you right at the pit of your regretful heart, making you stop in your tracks. 

With a sigh, you answered, "Just as you'd come here for your friends, I would do anything for my brother."

Refusing to prolong the conversation, you took your leave. Turning a corner as you head to your room, you felt fingers wrapped around your wrist. Holding you in place, Ulquiorra then appeared before you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He raised his brows in question. 

Your eyes met his and you lowly exhaled. 

"Aizen-sama said that she's under our care," you reminded. "I am only caring for her." 

He let go of your hand, eyes still staring into yours. "You have no need to make friends with  her." 

A scoff slipped past your lips. "What are you?" You changed the subject, rather curious about something regarding the Arrancar. "Which part of Death do you signify, Ulquiorra?"

With your eyes stuck on him, paired with your question, he felt somewhat, exposed. His lips remain pursed, gaze peeling away from yours as he turned to walk away. 

"I do not see how that is of any relevance." 

"If I am to work by your side, I'd like to know more about you," you simply answered. 

Looking over his shoulder, he said, "As I said, I do not see the relevance." 

"I'll find out soon enough," you hummed, watching as he walked away. 

And with your future days spent closely with him, you actually did figure him out. 

You could clearly see it in his eyes, you actually wondered how you could have missed that. But you couldn't miss it anymore as each day passes by and he often visited you. 

It was odd but you had realized how frequently he came to see you whether it was to send you food or talk about the prisoner. You wondered if it was intentional but over time, you didn't seem to mind it. And maybe because now that you know him, you couldn't help the interest you held for him. 

You wanted to understand him. 

You wanted to understand why it was that you noticed his eyes changing since the day he met you. 

It seemed like you managed to reach that on an afternoon in Hueco Mundo. 

You were gazing at the blue sky, a smile tickling your complexion at the view that reminded you of the warmth back in Soul Society. But the one that sheltered you at the moment was nothing but a fake. At such a thought, your smile faltered. 

"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra's voice ran through your spine. 

"It's so heavy," you murmured. 

"What is?" 

You let out a sigh, turning around to see him. "My heart," you said. "It's full of regrets." 

He let out a patronizing scoff, "You humans and Soul Reapers toss that word around mindlessly. What is this 'heart'?" 

Your eyes flickered close for a moment but hearing his question, you understood him. 

And you understood yourself. 

And with a saddened smile, you reduced the distance with a question. "Do you not believe in the existence of the heart?" 

"I do not believe in things I cannot see," he began, taking another step. "Even with these eyes of mine that perceive all, I cannot see this so-called 'heart'."

"And that makes it not real?" 

His hand stretched forward, fingers aiming at your heart. 

"If I rip out your chest, will I see it? If I crush open your skull, will I see it?" 

The gap between the tip of his finger and the fabric of your dress over your heart closed with another step from you. His long nail threatened to puncture your skin but you did not have it in you to break your composure as you stared into his eyes. 

"Do it, then," your words silkened out daringly. 

You can see surprise behind those dark eyes, only aiding you to go further. 

"Rip out my chest. Crush open my skull. Do whatever you must to find my heart because I can assure you, it is real and it is there." 

You could see the slight tremble in his hand. With another step toward him, your dress let out a ripped sound as his claws penetrated through. 

"I have a heart that beats and with each passing second, it beats for you." 

Your lips parted in a slight gasp as you feel warm blood oozing out. Still, you let yourself be guided by your heart. 

"I am not afraid of you, Ulquiorra," you exhaled. "As I can see the emptiness in you begin to fill with the reflection of my love for you." 

Any changes of expression he tried to hide had failed terribly. But he was not the only one shocked by your confession.

It seems that you've let yourself fall for the 4th Espada. 

Maybe that would soon turn into yet another one of your regrets but for the time being, he let you go. 

His cold, empty demeanor had returned when he retracted his arm to his side. He began to walk away, leaving you a taste of his void and disappointment. But before he closed the door, he stopped. Over his shoulder, he looked in your direction but not really looking at you. 

"The human's friends have come to Hueco Mundo. My order for you is to stay in your room," he slurred out. "No matter what." 

With everything that occurred next, you still remained in your room. Why? 

Because he had asked you to. 

And you were meant to listen to him. 

So you ignored all the changes in Spiritual Pressure that occurred in Hueco Mundo to fulfill his order. But there was one change that you can no longer ignore. 

And with that worry, that fright, you ran out of your room. With all your strength, you flew upwards, past the fake skies of Las Noches and into the truth of Hueco Mundo. Landing on the ground, you stood up. 

And it was as if your mere presence had caused him to peel away his gaze from his opponent. His eyes that met yours were no longer those you saw during your first meeting. 

That emptiness that he signified was filling up. 

Just as your tears welled in your eyes, your lips parted in a frightful gasp, watching his wings begin to disappear. His hand, the very same one that bled you, lifted from his side. His fingers reached for you. Allowing your tears to fall, you cried as you ran to him, your own hand stretched out to grasp his. 

Yet no matter how fast you ran, you could never reach him. 

He was so close.

Yet so far. 

"I see it now," he said, stopping you in your tracks with wide eyes and parted lips. "I understand now," he said. 

You ignored the presence of the humans, only focusing on the fallen Espada. 

"Your heart," he let out, fingers beginning to close in an empty grip. "Has always been in the palm of my hands." 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you ran to him again, weakly struggling to reach him. 

But just when you did, his hand leaves you as it dissipated into darkened ash.

With a loud cry, you fell to your knees, our tears unabashedly falling to your cheeks. Your left hand clutches over your heart-

"Rip out my chest."

-while your right hand clutches over your head-

"Crush open my skull." 

As you were heeding his last order, he was heeding yours, providing you the sensation of actions you asked for. 

Yet another regret filled that heavy heart of yours.

[halaxia]

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— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- smut (i’m bad at it)

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- suggestive content

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.

[my0vershareworld]

𝔾𝕠! 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕘𝕠!

Pairing: Espadas (Excluding Barragan and Yammy) x Fem!Human reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons.

CW: None

Requested by anon: Hiii can you do headcanons for the espadas excluding barragan and yammy dating a girlboss please :),If you can’t it’s okay!

Coyote Starrk

he actually really like your badass energy. makes him feel like you're so strong and no one is going to hurt you that easily. it gives him comfort that he's not going to lose you. he'll still going to try and protect you to actual dangerous enemies though, he ain't gon' let anything bad happening to you

he likes the fact that you're actually strong and you can actually protect yourself when he isn't near. like if some random mortal decide to mess with you you'll ruin em' back no mercy

he loves how confident you are in yourself too. you're not that confident to the point that you ignores EVERYBODY feelings and he loves you for it

he honestly just loves you even more. he probably won't even believe the fact that someone like you loves him and IS with him

he's going to keep you safe, he have promised himself that. even if you're a strong individual you're still weaker than the first espada like him

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Tier Harribel

girlboss girlfriends

absolutely adore your badass energy. you supposed to seems so badass but you ended up making her adores you even more

she loves the fact that you don't care about whatever anybody said about you and you stand right on your feet with no hurt feelings

she do love her some confident and strong girlfriend like you. you're an interesting individual to her and she can't help but adores you more and more everyday

she likes that you don't fight with others with no reason unless is needed like someone actually pissing you off or something..she'll be cheering for you somewhere far but if you come across a strong individual welp..you know what that means..she's going to protect you.

she knows you're just a little human and she knows you won't be able to defeat a certain people even if you tried

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Ulquiorra Cifer

he don't care honestly

do what you want do what you wish just don't be reckless and get into a lot of fights and get yourself hurt

as long as you don't be reckless you're good to go with girlbossing around

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Nnoitra Gilga

stop acting like you're higher than him. stop acting like you're stronger than him you weak woman

absolutely hates you, have no idea why he even dating you in the first place

woman are supposed to be weak and act like it. you want his protection. you aren't supposed to act all high and mighty like this

absolutely hates it

both of you probably get in a lot of fight thanks to Nnoitra being an asshole

he almost kill you a few times

he's not good with you AT ALL

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

just don't piss him off and he'll be cheering for you somewhere when you're just doing your girlboss thing

other than that you go girl

he'll be your secret cheerleader

even if you act all strong and mighty at least he knows you won't be able to get hurt so easily to some weaklings

he loves that you're so confident in yourself that your feelings barely to never get hurt. he loves to see them people who make fun of you get fucked

if someone talk bad about you behind your back they're a goner. he won't tell you about it but he'll straight up sent em to hell no question ask

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Zommari Rureaux

just..do what you want as long as you stay in your justice

do what you want and do what you wish as long as you stand with your justice with no fear taking over you

he loves that you're confident in yourself, so as long as you're confident he believes you'll be fine and stand on your ground and not be reckless to cause a useless petty fight

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Szayelaporro Granz

loves your confident but please don't be so confident to the point you think you're better than him. that's the line

he actually finds you the absolute perfection

you're badass, strong even as a mortal, and you're confident in yourself and don't care what anyone says! oh how he got lucky

he'll be your cheerleader if you're beating someone ass

will probably try and find your weakness and try to make it gone just for your own good

you're perfect but never a perfect being like him

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Aaroniero Arruruerie

why just..why.

why are you with him. what is your purpose. what is your intention.

yes he loves you and all but..just- why. why are you with him. someone as pathetic as him??? what's wrong??? are you okay??

please be worried with the poor tentacle husband he does not understand how he get to be dating such a perfect being like yourself, he feels like he don't deserves you and he just wanna cry sometimes

yes he loves your confidence but..HOW ARE YOU SO CONFIDENT IN YOURSELF. CAN HE BE LIKE YOU??

actually admire you but still confused with why the fuck are you with him

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tags: #🎀bhmf.collab xo🎀

🤍Fantastical Myths Collab🐦‍⬛ - ✖️🖤 @bleach-your-panties (me🫶🏽)

🖊the abhorrent tale of the scandalous semen six : seijoh 4 + kuroo tetsurou & kozume kenma

🖋️false prophets : geto suguru

🖊never be a wedding plan for the heartless : kisaki tetta @ksakiswh0re-xo

tags: #🐦‍⬛fantastic

🤍Yes Daddy💋 - @/mikage-rehoe

🖊the will to submit - noritoshi kamo x black!fem!reader

tags: #yesdaddycollab💋

🤍 Reddit-Inspired Collaboration - @/ohkento (disc.)

🖊aita (20 m) for fucking my best friend's girlfriend at our class reunion? i know it sounds weird, but listen - toge inumaki x fem reader x maki zenin ✖️🖤

tags: #kishibyesredditcollab

🤍Thank U, Next collab - @/fengxun

🖊bloodline - megumi fushiguro x fem reader

🖊fake smile - izuru kira x reader

tags: #tuncollab

🤍My Strange Addiction Collab - @/antizenin (disc.)

🖊yuu nishinoya x fem reader : addiction: foot fetish

tags: #antizeninsaddiction

🤍Girl Dads Collab - @/suyacho

🖊shuuhei hisagi

🖊armin arlert

tags: snow's collabs

🤍Underrated Characters Collab - @/honeybleed

🖊red raindrops - juuzou suzuya

🖊plaything - izuru kira & rose otoribashi (completed 3.29.24)

🖊crybaby - sen kaibara

🖊tastes like candy - rikido sato

🖊out of practice - tsutomu goshiki

🖊title tbd - roy mustang & maes hughes

🤍Emo Boyz Collab - @/manjibunny

🖊izuru kira x reader

🖋️ ulquiorra cifer x reader

🖋️sen kaibara x reader

🖋️shuuhei hisagi x reader

🖊draken x reader x mitsuya

🤍Scary Spaghetti - @/sincerelyzee

🖊shoto todoroki x reader

tags: #scaryspaghetti

๋࣭ ⭑Past Collabs⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

🤍House of Slimy Horrors - @/bastardblvd

🖊mind (and body) fuck - denki kaminari x fem reader x hitoshi shinsou✖️🖤

tags: #house of slimy horrors collab

🤍No Nut November - @/suyacho

🖊overtime - issei matsukawa x fem reader

๋࣭ ⭑Events (Dated) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tags: #snow's collabs

[huecomymundo]

Salutations! Welcome to my corner of the internet! I'm not new to tumblr, I've been around the block~ So here's what to expect from me:

Writing! Oc's! X Reader! This is a request blog! Send me your request, and I may or may not write it! I'm doing this for free, and will only have so many slots for requests.

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Requests unspecified to be a: Drabble (short but sweet), Headcanon's, or a short story/scenario (full fics are not offered at this time, because that means 1000+ words and words are hard lol) will be randomly chosen by ~moi~ so if you want something specific, you MUST include it.

I only write x Male Reader or Gender Neutral for personal reasons. Besides.. There isn't enough Male Reader's out there. 😏

I'll have 5 slots open for requests.. Now, just straight up asking me a plain 'character x reader' is fine and dandy! but.. The more specific you are, the more I can write! Example: Kenpachi x Shy! Male reader going on a cute but embarrassing date (because Zaraki loves embarrassing him 💜) give's me more to work with since it gives me a set personality I can build around, instead of doing everything myself. Which I have no problems with!

You can request up to 9 character's max, but be aware that the writing will be shorter or vary in length.

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-An emotinally traumatic event. Such as death of a loved one, still birth, loss of a body part, so on. If it's anything extreme/beyond that, I will ask you to send me a DM/ask detailing on how you want me to go about it. I love writing about heavy subject's!

Don't be shy! I don't bite! This isn't an outline of what you should say in an ask, so don't worry if you go beyond what I've listed.

The fandoms I will loyally work for:

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Bleach

-Tokyo Ghoul

They are a large comfort margin to me as I am the most familiar with their universes, and the character's. I've written alot of personal fics and original character's with these fandoms, and I will die for them.

There is also a possibility you will see another fandom guest star here, or someone might just be so convincing I'll write for another fandom~

It's a bonus if you ask for a character whom is blorbo- meaning I'll write extra for them! The one's with hearts are my utmost favorites.

Which I'll list!

-Geto Suguru 💙

-Kenjaku💜

-Uta ❤

-Tokinada Tsunayashiro 💚

-Toji Fushiguro/Toji Zen'in

-Ulquiorra Cifer

-Aizen Sosuke

-Kisuke Urahara

-Gin Ichimaru

Those are the faves~ If thou ask, ye shall receive..

You may also inquire about my Oc's! I don't think anyone really cares if I do or don't list them, so if your interested send an ask for one or all three of the fandoms, and I'll blab about my kids.. My very tall, older than me kids.

Now everybody's least favorite- The things I won't do:

-Anything relating to Fem! Reader. I'm a gay man, and I love men. That is my preference, I don't have to write what I'm not comfortable with. If your unhappy about that, oh well! It's my blog, not yours. (I've written it for asks before, if your curious. Please do not ask for it.)

-Extreme/Gross fetishes. Meaning- anything to do with scat, watersports, diapers, de-aging.. You get the idea.

-ANYTHING, anything relating to sexual assult. I will absolutely not write about rape and never will. Everything I write is consensual. I will write a scenario where it's a agreed upon act between the character's and part of the foreplay. Consent is given and a relationship is established. There is no 'one party wants and the other doesn't.'

-I will not write about Minors in any sexual fashion, because no. Absolutely not.

-Abuse. I will not write physically abusing someone. They can do all the drugs they want, drink all they want, but they will not raise a hand against their lover. You can ask for past abuse, but I will not write present abuse.

-I will not kill a character just because You don't like them.

-Anything morally questionable, if the character isn't already so. If it's out of character, you must negotiate with me. (Being morally questionable, for someone like say, Kisuke, to murder someone. I need a reason why he would do such a thing.. But OOC is not something you need to negotiate with me, and can be asked for. Such an example, is cuddly Tokinada. That's fine.) Dead Dove content is not my thing, sorry.

That's it (for now) of what I won't do.

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[danddymaro]

Through His Eyes | Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader

A/N: I had posted this on Wattpad a long time ago, and I decided to spiff it up and share it here. The original is called ‘ In His Eyes’ and it is much less detailed than this, and quite frankly not as good. I’m so thrilled! Once I finished, I felt so accomplished and pleased when I could see how much more advanced I've become in terms of writing skills.

Ulquiorra’s point of view.

sweet and sultry

First time W/ the reader

Word Count: 2671

Through His Eyes

  Slowly, I lean in, and gradually, she comes closer to meet my slow press.

A look of surprise is expressed over her innocent face, and as I look into her (e/c) eyes, searching for opposition, I only find questioning in the (dark/light) orbs.

There is no protest, and she simply accepts it, her body soon melting onto what little form of desire I reveal.

And, truly, I feel no surprise. 

After all, I know her. 

She will do what it is I please, but why?

Rather, what is stronger, her sense of duty or lo-

- No, I cannot bear to mention that word...I rather stray far from the idea.

'Is it even possible?' I sometimes wonder while in idle thought, every now and then when I am unguarded I begin to ask myself.

Silently, through the kiss that becomes even wilder, I can taste the briny taste of her tears as I caress her supple lips with my own.

Slowly, yet firmly, mine press over hers, and she is quickly conquered.

-  She is overwhelmed by what I lack quite easily.

She always has been, and I muse over how different we are.

She then gravitates closer, soon pressing the palms of her hands at my chest, and for a moment, for some odd reason, I feel strangely warm, not just where she touches me, but at the center where there is nothing but a carved core that lacks a beating heart.

Before I can question it, her head is tilted and she is staring up at me with the same look as always.

It's want, desire, and another word I dare not say, but that always comes to mind when she is involved.

' -  Look at them. '  something within me demands me to gaze at her parted mouth, and I quickly notice her soft lips. 

They are so plump now, begging and calling.

Her lips, they are bruised a flushed tone now from the assault of my own, and the thickness of them have become more prominent, and somehow more enticing.

Her fingers, ah, they are helplessly tangled within my dark hair that she's referred to as a 'river of ink.' so many times before, that I've taken a sense of pride for its presentation.

Absurd, isn't it?

She's tugging at it now, the weaved through strands captured in a grasp that demands attention.

'What does she want?' I wonder, 'Is this where we stop?' I then begin to ask myself, feeling something familiar at the thought.

- Something I can expect.

Disappointment, this feeling I know for sure.

Disappointment is then coursed through me when I consider that perhaps, there is hesitance and regret.

Just then, her hand ventures, and it slowly finds a path that leads her to explore parts of me I let no one else venture to. Delicately, the little hand finds my manhood.

Her palm gently brushes over the tented cloth and an involuntary sound makes past my lips.

It's muffled by her own little sound, but none the less I know it escaped me.

I know that she caused it with nothing more than a ghosting touch.

'What is she doing to me?' I ask myself, uncertain how such a light touch could rattle me.

I feel something in the pit of my stomach.

Something, her touch is making me feel...something that is waking.

My face feels warm, the tepid heat spreading over even the tips of my ears, reaching down and crawling down my neck like a wildfire in the wilderness.

I feel warmth, but there is something else as well.

I'm at anticipation, one that holds enthusiasm.

'I am excited,' I determine.

I have no recollection of this feeling in the past. Admittedly, I haven't felt this way before, and if I had, it's long forgotten.

"(f/n)," I can't help but murmur as she slips her tongue into my mouth, venturing in a demure manner that begs for me to play. As I join her, she becomes more assertive.

She's such a good kisser, much better than I am, I assume. 

I am hesitant and unsure, a complete contrast to her.

These feelings are akin to me, so foreign.

- This is all new to me.

'Where did she learn to do that?'  I question while savoring her taste, 'Has she had experience in this before?' I then wonder, feeling proprietorial.

I tighten my grip on her, and by then she's flush against me, held so tight, yet handled so tenderly.

No other man can touch her, or even graze her the same way I dare to now.

She is mine, now...now and forever.

I urge her against the wall, trapping her between my body and the surface.

It is then that I feel an usual sense of morality wash over me, 

'I am the cuarta Espada,' I have to remind myself.  'And she's just an underling,'  I continue, 'Only a fracción.'

'I must set an example.' 

But above all,

'Aizen-sama's orders should be....are...my only priority...'

I recognize, she has too much control over me.

'We can't do this,' I think to myself,  'We mustn't.'

Over and over, this thought goes through my head.

This is so wrong.

We're being so uncivilized.

We've long surpassed our lives as beasts, far gone our moment as those uncontrolled creatures.

So why are why here? So close to this animalistic sense where we are controlled by this heat.

I no longer covered, and neither is she. 

Every bit of flesh of hers is exposed to the cold temperatures of Las Noches and as so, she trembles.

Her hands run across my chest and go down my bare stomach, gingerly tracing the definition that exists, taking her time with each drawn line as though she were drawing them with her fingers. 

It is then that her eyes wander down further, and I can see her face flush.

- It's adorable, incredibly precious.

The last of my resistance has gone, having slowly faded with each and every touch she graced me with until i was left with nothing but give.

We can't stop now, and even if there is an opportunity to, I don't want to.

One look at her nakedness, simply one glance at her as a whole, I can no longer hold back.

I can no longer retreat. 

I've never been so careless, so frantic for a touch.

I've never been so reckless and desperate for another.

Yet, here I am.

 It's getting the best of me, I'm well aware.

'This is why I reject any so-called emotion, or any feeling there is...'

I don't want it to control me as it is now.

I tried, but I can't resist myself. Her body screams for me, just as she is herself now,

"Ul...Ulquiorra...." She stammers, breathing out my name with every other exhale of hers.

'Yes...Say my name again, please,' I silently beg her.

I begin to find a new territory and explore.

She's so warm, so hot.

'She's so...wet,' It drenches my fingers with its musky warmth, and I am tempted to take a taste of her natural honey.

Doing so, she watches, almost entranced by my act.

' Does she feel this pleasure too?' I ask myself as I ease into her, working with the slickness she provides.

I certainly do, there has been no other feeling like this, and I relish in the bliss I feel at just the invasion.

I open my eyes and see her pained face. I can hear her soft breathing, and it is not long before her head soon is buried within my neck.

She's hiding, or so it seems.

And I soon understand why.

 My eyes capture her short shutter as I force myself deeper with the first plunge.

'Ahh, so she's also new to this...' I determine, feeling her body's resistance that is shown by tightening, and a very thin barrier that was so easily penetrated through.

Admittedly, I feel pride. 

I feel joy. 

I feel pleasure.

I feel....love, perhaps? 

'NO,' I argue with myself.

I can't.

I won't, even if it's possible.

'This is too much for me,' I determine, all while not stopping.

I want to push her away now, and as I contemplate it, she releases a breath that stuns me.

"Ahh!" It's a pleasured sound that draws out from her.

It sounds so sweet yet sultry, and it is meant for me.

When she makes such noises... I'm like a different person.

I love her voice, always have, but now... it's reached a new pitch I find to be divine.

Her legs are tightly wrapped around my slim waist by now and her arms wrap themselves around my neck as well. 

She's latched onto me, not wanting to let go.

She's trembling, and more sounds escaping her.

They're more desperate than before, and they mirror my own which are more reserved, but there.

I don't stop, or slow down. In spite of my internal battle, I demonstrate no true resistance.

'No, I'm just getting started.'

I can't help but smirk at the helpless face she makes when I adjust our previous position, and manage to reach furthur.

'She didn't see it,' I muse, 'Good...at least I can still keep my appearance of the "emotionless Espada.'''

At the very least, I will be able to retain that one, single notion.

Her back is pressed against the wall still, forced there by thrusts that are uneven and brash, but she doesn't complain.

Oh, there is absolutely no opposition on her face.

Her mind is elsewhere. 

It's so obvious.

Her face is set in a rare look. it's an expression of pure ecstasy.

My emerald eyes capture this moment because it's one I never want to forget.

She is now glowing, it's a shine of sweat barely coating her soft skin.

The pale moon's light peeks through the window and illuminates her, and I feel a ghost of a smile wash over me.

'She's looks so angelic, so ethereal,' 

I touch my lips to her neck, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her everything.

I graze over every bit of her as she is irresistible.

That's a word to define her in this very moment as she continues to bewitch me.

I try to suppress any sounds from leaving me as an overwhelming sensation strikes me.

My mouth opens, but no words escape.

However, I let out a shaky sigh, a noise she won't hear elsewhere from me.

And even I'm surprised when it falls past me.

A low groan makes its way out as well, and I can't help myself.

Her nails dig into my back, but I don't complain as mine are also clawed at her hips, and they're anything but gentle.

Once more,

" Ahh!" A cry that turns into a squeak ensures, and I've found my favorite point to strike,

'There that's the spot .' I discover as she squirms.

She can't go any longer,

'Good...neither can I.'

I don't part myself from her, the very idea disturbing me.

'No...She's mine...' I declare as I drive myself furthest into her.

the sharpened ends of my teeth make contact with the flesh of my bottom lip, because,  at this moment, the feeling is utter bliss.

A tart taste dances over my tongue, and it is not long before the same metallic pungency trails down my lip, the few drops that escape the punctured flesh slowly easing down to my chin.

Her eyes search for mine as this happens, and as we connect, I can see that there is a twinkle of joy in them, one that is somewhat tantalizing.

'See what you make me do?' 

 I don't have to tell her, I don't have to say a word to her, and only shoot her that glance that admits defeat, but that is far too captivated by her to care.

She bashfully looks away, trailing her eyes down at my pale chest instead.

And then her fingers trail over the tattooed number that lays over my breast.

'Such a gentle touch...'

Somehow, after all we've done, this is the thing that brings me euphoria.

I feel new heights, new waves of pleasure.

 I feel longing and a strong possession.

' This could be my ruin...'

She could be the force that drives me mad, the one that destroys me.

It has crossed my mind to rid myself of my weakness, to simply do away with the one thing that could come between my duties and loyalty.

But I can't...I just can't.

She's my weakness, but also my drive.

' She is all in one.'

How can I explain this? I seem foolish, don't I?

"...I love you.." She whispers, and it isn't a broken whimper or a trembling tone that marries the sweet voice.

- No, there is simply happiness and comfort.

I don't say it back... I mustn't.

What if this is only lust I feel?

What if all that drove me was simply carnal desire?

'This act...It proves nothing...' I overcontemplate.

I would never come to repeat those words to her.

By then, I can't look at her, I have no will to, and I cower.

- I, the cuarta espada cower from my own fraccion.

She doesn't seem to wait for my answer, if I would even will any. Instead, she becomes comfortable and nuzzles close to me, showing a vulnerability that only I have the pleasure to see.

"... I love you too," I respond to her, speaking in a voice that is far too soft.

she stiffens slightly before a gasp of surprise leaves her.

My eyes are wide and unbelieving, and from the looks of it, hers are too.

No. T-this wasn't my doing!

'I...I said that?

Why did I say it?!'

My mind runs a million thoughts a minute, yet somehow, I find a way to drown it out, and soon find myself moving.

gently, I carry her to my bed

' - no, our bed, ' the place where she belongs.

I land beside her and stare at her now sleeping form, gazing at her with interest that never ceases.

I want her with no other man that's for certain.

I desire no one else's company, but hers of course.

Slowly, I accept that perhaps that cannot be just lust.

There is much more to it.

Why does she do this to me? Why does she make me feel so...so emotional and overwhelmed?

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         At one point as we lay with one another, her body snuggles closer to mine, holding close and dear.

And I begin to wonder,

'Have I been here thinking for so long?'

Hours have progressed, and I have yet to find peace.

One of her mesmerizing (e/c) eyes open and I can see that they are misty and doused with drowsiness.

"Yes?" I question her, waiting.

She wants to say something, I know it. 

She shifts slightly and now lays on my chest.

I want to push her away, part of me still wants to regain what little control is left for me to salvage from.

But I just can't.

Her smile is small, yet still beautiful, and I feel that warmth touch my empty chest again.

"Please rest, master," she says this with such a sweet voice it sounds like a lullaby.

'Silly girl, I need no sleep,' I muse, but I make no sound to protest her demands.

I simply do as she says.

My arms wrap around her and my body relaxes.

My mind is now blank.

Her voice is the last I hear as I drift off, and As my eyes close and the world becomes distant, my mind is plagued by the image of her.

- And I feel tranquility.

She is everything to me.

' Ahh. This is love, no?' I muse with acceptance, feeling absurd for my earlier,  trivial fight.

"I love you.." I can't help but mutter these words, 

They still feel so alien to me, but somehow, right.

[sashi-ya]

➡ 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 1/2

bleach masterlist 1: multichapter & events main list.

bleach masterlist 2: older events and sfw & nsfw random fics, not event related.

ＭＵＬＴＩＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ⋆ +18. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [7/7] ⋆ +18. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [4/4] ⋆ +18. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐃𝐑. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐔 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [2/2] ⋆ +18/sfw. 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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MINI SCENARIO SERIES: WEATHER INSPIRED 🍃🌧️ 🍁 PUMPKIN SPICE. dr ishida uryuu x f! reader [sfw] 🌞 DESERT ROSE. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader [suggestive] ❄ OLDER, COLDER. ishida ryuuken x f! reader [suggestive]

東京 NIGHTS mini event ⭒ four hundred steps - ichigo kurosaki x f! reader 「nsfw」 ⭒ room 301 - byakuya kuchiki x m! reader 　「nsfw」 ⭒ the next station is: shibuya - kenpachi zaraki x afab! reader　「nsfw」

𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 ˖ ࣪ . 🐇 Chocolate Treachery. Aizen Sosuke x f! reader 🩰 Byakuya & Gin with a seemingly kinky, but really pure s/o. HCs.

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑 ⭒ pregnancy ⋆ kyoraku shunsui x f! r ⭒ stepcest ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r ⭒ df/bankai ⋆ byakuya kuchiki x f! r ⭒ watersports ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r ⭒ cumdump ⋆ kuchiki byakuya x f! r

⭒ fear play ⋆ äs nödt x f! r ⭒ writer's choice ⋆ adult! ishida uryu x f! r ⭒ medical play ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r

⭒ cock warming ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r ⭒ shower sex ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! arrancar! r

⭒ femdom ⋆ ishida ryuuken x f! r ⭒ fleshlight ⋆ a! kurosaki ichigo x f! r x a! ishida uryu ⭒ cnc ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r ⭒ blood play ⋆ mayuri kurosutchi x f! r

➡ more bleach events? here.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

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Coyote Starrk:

Bleach Male Characters Reactions To WAP Dance from Tik Tok

Fics:

In the woods ( Werewolf! Coyote Starrk x little Red! Reader)

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:

Headcanons:

Bleach Male Characters Reactions To WAP Dance from Tik Tok

Things That Turn Bleach Characters On

Grimmjow Having A Crush on Ichigo’s Sister headcanons

Grimmjow Highschool Modern AU Headcanons

Grimmjow SFW Relationship Headcanons 

Grimmjow NSFW Headcanons

Bleach Characters Reactions To their s/o Randomly kissing them

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez With An s/o Who is Exhausted Headcanons

Grimmjow's Reaction To Ichigo's Annoying Friend Headcanons

Ulquiorra Cifer and Grimmjow Jaegerjaques with A Flirty s/o Headcanons

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez With An s/o Who is Exhausted Headcanons

Ulquiorra After Grimmjow puts him in the Caja Negación

🖋Fanfictions:🖋

Pranked (Grimmjow X Reader)

Once In awhile (Grimmjow X Reader)

A Dog’s Affections (Grimmjow X Dog lover! Reader)

Riding It (Grimmjow x Reader)

Show Me Affection (Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Reader)

Christmas Scenarios #10: Wearing matching Christmas Pajamas w/Grimmjow

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Ulquiorra Cifer

Headcanons:

Bleach Male Characters Reactions To WAP Dance from Tik Tok

Ulquiorra SFW Relationship headcanons

Things That Turn Bleach Characters On

Ulquiorra Relationship Headcanons 2.0

Ulquiorra with a Quiet, Analytical, and Vengeful s/o Headcanons

Bleach Characters Reactions To their s/o Randomly kissing them

Ulquiorra Cifer w/ a sub! Reader Headcanons

Ulquiorra Cifer w/ an s/o who has panic attacks Headcanons

Ulquiorra Cifer and Grimmjow Jaegerjaques with A Flirty s/o Headcanons

Ulquiorra After Grimmjow puts him in the Caja Negación

🖋 Fan Fictions:🖋

To Submit (Sub! Ulquiorra x Male! Dom! Reader)

Prove It (Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader)

Comfortable (Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader)

I Promise (Ulquiorra Cifer x Sub! Fem! Reader)

#6 Kissing Under the mistletoe with Ulquiorra Cifer

Obediance (Sub! Ulquiorra x Aizen's Twin Sister)

First Time Ever ( Ulquiorra Cifer x Female! reader)

[kurokawaia]

❛ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❜

: ̗̀➛ REQUEST RULES ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * i have a life outside Tumblr aka. requests might take a while depending on motivation. ༊*·˚

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 'I want you to write...', it can come of rude and demanding and I won't nessecarily fuffil your request, I might write your request but there is a high chance I won't. Come of NICE when you request, e.g, 'I was wondering if you could right,' 'could you please write,' etc ༊*·˚

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 for fem!reader (fabr), in most of the thirsts, drabbles, fics and headcanons i write, the troupe will be dom!character x sub!reader unless stated other wise or requested otherwise. I can write for gn!reader x charcater but not anything nsfw, sorry, i just can't write it right.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: if gender is not specified in request, i will assume it's a FEM! instert and will write a FEM! insert

I can also write any male x reader nsfw's but ONLY for Heaven Official's blessing and The grandmaster of demonic cultivation !!sorry if you want male x reader for any other fandom, but this is just the fandoms im comfortable writing this troupe with.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: I will rarely write a sub!character x dom!reader unless i like the request itself ༊*·˚

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈➤ fluff, angst, smut, and dark content.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒 ┈➤ cnc, duncon, noncon, being drugged, breeding, baby trapping, daddy kinks, mommy kinks, dd/lg, blood play, weapon play, kidnapping, yandere, coercion/manipulation, god complex, praise, name calling, degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cervix fucking, size kink, age gaps, cockwarming, bondage, biting + more ༊*·˚

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈➤ insest, stepcest scat, watersports, vomit, fisting, pedophilia, chastity, drowning, public nudity, gangbangs (no more than a threesome), hypnosis, duct tape mummification, consensual servitude, humiliation, harem boys, prostitution ༊*·˚

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ┈➤ au's!! (i will not write for a character outside that timeline/setting as in the anime. so please refraining from asking me to write a 'modern au' 'collage au' etc. the only exception is making that au within the anime setting, such as; 'character doing this instead of this', like that is that makes sense?) insesct, stepcest ༊*·˚

all characters are depicted to be 18+ and i will not write smut about a minor where there isn't a canon time skip for them ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ REQUEST CHARACTERS ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * Hunter X Hunter :: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paradinight, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Illumi Zoldyck, Silva Zolcyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor

⋆·˚ ༘ * Berserk :: Griffith, Guts ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Death Note :: Light Yagami, L Lawliet (L), Miheal Kheel (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate Rivers (Near)

⋆·˚ ༘ * Bungo Stray Dogs :: Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakahara Chuuya, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Dostovesky Fyodor ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Sk8 The Infinity :: Kojiro Nanjo, Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Kaoru Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Bleach :: Ichigo Kurosaki, Issin Kurosaki, Jushiro Ukitake, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Ichimaru Gin, Urahara Kisuke, Abarai Renji, Shinji Hirako, Kyoraku Shunsui, Aizen Sosuke, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Yumuchika Ayasegawa, Cifer Ulquiorra, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow, Ishiha Uryu, Ishida Ryuken, Haschwalth Jugram ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Naruto/Boruto :: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Shusui, Uzumaki Naruto, Senju Tobirama, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, Jiraya, Otsitsuki Indra, Otsitsuki Ashura, Otsitsuki Momoshiki, Otsitsuki Toneri ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Demon Slayer :: Demon slayers; Kamado Tanjiro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tokitō Muichirō, Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Iguro Obanai, Himejima Gyōmei, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Demons; Kibutsuji Muzan, Kokushibō | Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Douma, Akaza ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Wind Breaker :: Haruka Sakura, Suo Hayato, Togame Jou, Kaji Ren ༊*·˚

Hunter x Hunter - caught up with the manga and watched the anime

Berserk - completed the 1997 anime, completed the movies and the 2016 seasons, currently reading the manga (up to chapter 260)

Death Note - completed the anime and read the manga

Bungo Stray Dogs - watched the anime and caught up with the manga

Sk8: The Infinity - completed the anime

Bleach - caught up the anime, HAVEN'T read the manga past the newest season

Naruto/ Naruto Shippuden - completed the anime, completed the manga, completed all the movies

Boruto - Completed the Manga (haven't watched the anime) ╰┈➤ Boruto | Blue Vortex - caught up with the manga

Demon Slayer - Caught up with the anime, haven't read the manga past the newest season

Wind Breaker - Caught up with the anime, HAVEN'T read the manga past the new season

Mo Dao Zu Shi - caught up with the Anime, completed the novels

Tian Guan Ci Fu - caught up with the anime, caught up with the Manhua, HAVEN'T read the novels

[sashi-ya]

Hello! Can I have sfw Ulquiorra x Fem reader with the prompt fly me to the moon? Thanks!

Hi!! Of course! It is the first time I wrote for him, so I really hope you enjoy. It's been an emotional trip to write this mainly cause it's filled by pure angst and meaningful phrases. Thank u for requesting! 🌙

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

Ulquiorra x F! Reader ~ Fly Me To The Moon

tw: Pls don't be harsh on me, this is the first time I write for him. Based on Ulquiorra's origins story found on Bleach Unmasked 3. HIGHLY ANGSTY. Hueco Mundo AU. Reader is an Arrancar at Las Noches. MENTIONS OF DEATH AND WANTING TO BE KILLED, read carefully!

wc: 1.9K

None of you are sure exactly how and why you were born. He was born alone, you were too. In the same solitude, no mouth, only eyes.

Both of you wandered alone for a long time through an endless land of white sand. A moon and an everlasting night above your heads. There was no need to eat, no need to feel. Your whole body was white and cold, and a little hollow formed in your chest. His chest was also garnished by that black void instead of a heart.

You found a tree. A tree with a hollow. “What a perfect place to rest, to bury myself in, to melt and stop existing… If I don’t see, it doesn’t exist” you thought. You crawled inside, but it was warm. It was warm and it didn’t feel wrong. There were wings inside. “What are those?” you asked yourself, realizing indeed there was another one like you inside.

At first, he attacked you. Black, sharp claws lingered over your neck. But they didn’t hurt you. Instead, that creature of emerald eyes walked away until it buried himself inside that hollow completely.

You don’t know how much time you’ve spent sitting there. Not far, yet not close to that tree. The creature didn’t need you close, but you couldn’t walk away from there.

Until Aizen-sama found you. And him. And now, you live in Las Noches…

Ulquiorra is the Cuarta Espada. He is powerful as hell and an extreme nihilist. You, just a collaborator that runs errands around Las Noches. You are not a fracción. He didn’t want any…

“Ulquiorra-sama, your tea” you inform him. You can’t see his face; he is usually sitting on one of his big white couches reading about “humans”. Ever since he learned the existence of those creatures he became obsessed. “Thanks, onna” he mumbles, swiping the pages of an old book.

You nod and serve him the tea, yet you know he won’t turn around for you… “I just wanted to see your emerald eyes” you mumble, realizing those words came out aloud. You widen your eyes and stand still in the same spot for about a couple of seconds before the best idea you got was to simply run away.

“You… what do you mean with emerald eyes?” he asks, standing up. Hands on his pockets, slowly walking up to you. You swallow, because not only Ulquiorra has ever made you feel weird, but also you are afraid of his powers. “I asked you a question, onna. What is that?” he insists. You let the white cup over the tray and take a deep breath. How to explain to the king of nihilism the meaning of a metaphor. “Uh… it’s just that there is a stone called Emerald, and it’s green as your eyes” you give a quick explanation, hoping for him to get it.

“I see…” he mumbles, yet suddenly his face turns from a sad frown to a serious one. His green irises flash, something is on his radar; Ulquiorra has one of the best pesquisas you have ever seen. He walks away from the room all of a sudden, using his sonido. That would only mean something, intruders, enemies, bastards who would like to attempt against Hueco Mundo and his adored Aizen-sama.

You follow him, of course guided by the intense reiatsu he always emanates. Probably Ulquiorra doesn’t want you near, but you still go. You were born closer to him, you want to learn to be strong like him, you want to be next to him.

The enemies, shinigamis. Insanely strong, so damn strong that even he becomes a little startled at such power. The sky above you, blue, with that artificial sun that Aizen created for you all, breaks as he goes through it. You gasp. “Ulquiorra-sama… you are going to free your sword?” you ask yourself, sure that -even if you are not as barely strong as he is- you might have to help him. What a naive creature you are.

A set of black wings sprout from your back, you are an Arrancar just like him, a bat one to be precise. His spiritual pressure grows stronger and feels heavy on your chest. “He is going seriously this time” you think while flying through the hole he made in the sky.

You watch him stand on one of the towers of Las Noches like a God, like the magnificent embodiment of something sacred. His soft deep voice pronounces a couple of words that make you feel your blood whooshing in your ears.

“Enclose, Murcielago”

His spiritual pressure surrounds you all, green rain falls over your and the shinigamis skins and the rest of the place. “That’s his resurrection form” you moan, amazed by the drops of his reiatsu bathing your body and the new form he is taking. Majestic hybrid, he flies like a bat with beautiful black wings and is still dressed in white. His hand holds green energy javelins, terrible weapons.

You move all of a sudden, as you sense the sharp edge of a zanpakuto graze your mask and hurt your wings. It hurts, you feel excruciating pain. Those edges burn like hell. Your quick reaction and cero works to kill that Shinigami who dared to hurt you, but as you fall on your knees over the roof of Las Noches, you hear the only voice you could hear.

"Resurrección, Segunda Etapa"

"S…segunda Etapa?!" you open your eyes. No Espada is able to do more than one, but he does?. And how beautiful that second form is, long ears, longer black hair, arms, and legs, a long tail he uses as a whip, claws so sharp… though his hole gets bigger, so big. And it looks like it’s bleeding, and it’s probably so painful. “Are you… ok?” you whisper, of course he wouldn’t hear you from there.

Oh but he does.

His emerald, now with a yellow halo, eyes fix on yours. Mesmerizing intensity, locked in your eyes. His instrument in which he only trusts scans your presence and with his Cero Oscuras he kills his last opponent with heartless intention. The dead Shinigami falls to the ground, and Ulquiorra pants. His chest goes up and down, he is losing his cool and you don’t really get why.

You swallow. He flies up to you, his tears have become bigger and darker over his pale countenance. A huge green javelin forms in between his two hands. It’s bigger than before, it has arrows on each point.

You fall back to the cold embrace of white sand, shining with the moonlight above you. “He has come to kill me” you realize and shut your eyes, awaiting for the final blow.

“Why are you here?” he asks, while his long black strands of hair fly with the soft breeze of Hueco Mundo. Or maybe it’s just his spiritual pressure. “I just… thought you may need help” you whisper, feeling your eyes get watery. “Help? Why would someone help me? It’s just me, alone. Just me. If I die, it’s because I’m not strong enough”.

“I know I’m not strong enough… I’m so sorry, Ulquiorra-sama. Though you are amazing, you have a second form? You are unique” you tell him, with your hands covering your hollowed chest.

The "Lanza del Relámpago" he holds in his hands ends up buried in the sand right next to your cheek. “Only… Aizen-sama is allowed to see my Segunda Etapa. And now you’ve ruined this” he shouts, showing emotions you thought he would ever show. He unearths the burning green lance and directs it towards your face. The glowing shimmer of it blurs your vision, and it feels heavy but warm, just like his wings before Aizen found you two.

You know he is about to kill you; he is a Vasto Lorde, he can do it and he will… and you simply accept your faith. Nothing ever had a meaning after all, just as he said. You feel empty, he rejected you so many times.

“Ulquiorra-sama, it’s ok. End my suffering. End my emptiness” you whisper, allowing the hot spear to come closer to your forehead and letting your arms fall from your hollowed chest to each side of your body.

“What are you saying? Emptiness?” he asks, because Ulquiorra has always been curious. “I just wish to come back to the hole where we were buried. To not be. To disappear” you confess, smiling softly this time looking straight into his eyes with an aura of green shine. His eyes turn back to his emerald colour, his tears become green again. “Why is your desire to die?”

“Because you don’t want me here. Since the moment I was born, I thought of being next to you. I wanted to get stronger next to you. I wanted to feel the same warmth I felt while I, even for a couple of moments, rested on your wings… you didn’t kill me back then, Ulquiorra-sama, so I thought… I simply thought you wanted me closer… but now I see, now I finally understand, you will never want me close. And the void, the solitude, the pain of this hollow chest is unbearable. End it all, let me live in a total nothingness”

The spear vanishes in little lights that look like fireflies. The moon now has your attention. Ulquiorra looks down on you, he sighs, but his countenance shows the traces of having understood something. “Onna… Do you really lust to be next to me? And if you don’t you prefer to stop existing? You are telling me your life has a purpose after all?”

“I lust everything about you, Ulquiorra-sama”

His claws barely graze your hands, he helps you stand up. “Come with me” he says, pulling you closer to his cold chest. You look up at him, with real tears in your eyes. Yet, what are these? Why are my eyes wet? Only Hallibel-sama is able to produce water…

Your wings are way too damaged to fly, but he doesn’t care. “Hold on tight” he commands, and you comply. Your arms hug his tiny waist, and it feels just like when he was nearly born and you, a little hollow.

He flies through that endless, velvety dark sky. The moon seems closer and closer as he goes up and further. The silver shine reflects on his pale, almost white skin. There is no beating on his chest, but you could feel his reiatsu flow into yours.

A magic ride, it feels like he is taking you to the moon. Is this what humans call “love”?

And you watch Las Noches be left behind until both of you get to a certain place. Ulquiorra is absolutely delicate to leave you on the ground and as he does you watch him face the moon. “How beautiful, isn’t it? I used to lust for his light” he mumbles as his body returns to his usual form.

You do the same, not looking at the moon, but at his jaw while he looks up to the sky. “You have your own light, Ulquiorra-sama” you think, because you felt as if you didn’t have a mouth. “Come with me” he orders, pulling you by your hand.

A few meters away you found a place you shouldn’t be able to remember, but you do very well… that hollow where you both met for the first time, was still there.

“Let’s go inside, I don’t wanna see. I wanna feel. The things reflected in my eyes had no meaning, but now, I don’t need to see to find one”

“Ulquiorra-sama…” you gasp, entering with him, letting the darkness take over, to give you peace, to let you feel his cold skin against yours, to build from nothingness, from emptiness, a whole ~

[sashi-ya]

Hope I’m requesting this right! Can I have Dark Void, NSFW, with Ulquiorra in a One Piece au. ((He’d be such a fun pirate!!))

Hii honey! Of course!! I'm REALLY SORRY for the delay!! But here I am bringing you this -full of emotions- fic with our favourite bat! I hope you enjoy!! 💖

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Ulquiorra Cifer x F! Reader ~ Dark Void

tw: angsty -as always-. One Piece AU, Ulquiorra is a pirate from the Worst Gen. He is also a virgin, so, first time for him. Full of metaphorical situations. Onna means woman.

wc: 2.9K

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He has lost his captain Aizen. A dreadful pirate, dangerous and severe but always so well behaved. As one of the first commanders he got in charge of the whole crew and despite the many tantrums Grimmjow throw at him, Las Noches Go would navigate peacefully through the waters of the Grandline.

Ulquiorra, “The One Who Cries” as the Marine call him, Captain of “Las Espadas” crew, became very popular for his cruel techniques to become one of the several members of the Supernova. And you, a simple recruit would admire him from far, oh in silence but so close to his beautiful crying emerald eyes. Emerald eyes that remind you of a bat, and in fact he is like one. Stealth, prefers darkness, and also, he is the user from an absolute strong mythical Zoan devil fruit; Hito Hito no mi, model Camazotz.

White immaculate clothes that compete for which is paler with his skin, flow with the breeze of the sea ahead of you. His black hair also plays with the wind, and you can’t take your eyes off his round cheeks and pointy nose contemplating the horizon.

“Ah…captain” you mumble, sitting and painting the scenery. You were allowed to do so, because you really loved to capture random moments of your trip. And today, Ulquiorra was your model, even if he didn’t know.

The oil paint bleeds through the cheap paper you have. It’s the only paper you could find on that shitty island you visited but after all what really matters was the art you would create over them.

You became distracted by the waves crushing against the ship, fantasizing about his arms being wrapped around your waist right where he was standing. Green strokes, white ones, and a condensed ball of black over what in your canvas seemed to be his chest.

And the ball became a hollowed heart, because even if you would yearn for him, you knew Captain Ulquiorra has no heart… He is a soul with a dark void, so, so dark you’ve never ever seen him smile.

A sudden disgusting feeling pulled you out of your creative process. A tattooed tongue licked your cheek and greasy long black locks graze your shoulder. “What are you doing, hm? Oh, don’t you tell me you are painting Ulquiorra… aww she is so in love…” Nnoitra, the most despicable being of your crew, the definition of misogyny has come to ruin your day.

“Fuck you, Nnoitra. Really” you spit at him pushing him aside. You have no respect for him, as he has none for you. And that was a bad decision… the bastard snatches your wrist and pulls you up from the little stool you were sitting on the deck.

Nnoitra shakes you and is about to kick your stomach when a greenish blade crosses his neck.

“Let her go”

But Nnoitra wouldn’t stop squeezing your arm and his nails continue carving marks on your skin. The edge of your captain’s sword begins to tint in tiny drops of red as it would bury slowly but painfully on your attacker’s neck.

“I won’t repeat myself. You let her go or you head ends up sliced off your body” he commands, and you all know the greasy hair bastard won’t have other chance…

“Fiiiiine… I’m sorry, tch!” Nnoitra says, laughing and acting as if it was not a big of a deal his head almost ends up floating on the Grandline. Because Ulquiorra never uses violence unless is not necessary, and all of you knew this time he wasn’t joking at all.

He stops grabbing your wrists and puts you down rather violently, so much you fall back. But Ulquiorra, quickly and efficiently stopped you from hitting your back against the floor.

You land over his arm, faces so close, the sun shining over your eyes with flares of pure light in between the little space of your bodies. Maybe it was just a second, but you feel it eternal. And he did too. Ulquiorra’s eyes widen, fixed on yours, pupils dilating as they react to your presence.

“Thanks” you mouth because no words would come out. “It’s ok, are you hurt?” he asks, helping you stand up. You deny with your head, taking a look at the unfinished paint that ended up on the floor after Nnoitra attacked you.

Ulquiorra slowly walks towards the canvas and picks it up. He takes a look at it and even if he doesn’t smile you could sense he is pleased with it. “Beautiful, as always… is this me?”. “Uhum…” you hum, looking at his long pale fingers hold your painting. His black painted nails contrasting so perfectly and oh the bones of his wrists, so inviting, pure art for your eyes.

“Onna, I will leave you alone if you want to finish it up” he says fixing the canvas over the little lectern. You clear your throat and as he walks with his hands inside his pockets you ask him to wait. Ulquiorra stops walking and turns around, always so classy and mysteriously.

“Can I ask you something, Captain?” you ask, wary and unsure if that’s too much after he saved you just now. “Yes?” he says, showing you, he is in fact interested in what you need.

“So… uh… If you want, can you please model for me? I wanna finish this painting…” you mumble, stare fixed on your fidgeting thumbs. “Sure. Now?” he immediately says, not sure why you’ve been acting so shy.

You smile relived, he has no problem in spending more time with you… You tell him it doesn’t have to be now, but rather during the night as the composition would look even better with him standing under the moonlight. Ulquiorra agrees with a solemn and emotionless nod and walks away.

After dinner, and when the moon is on full display your captain calls you outside.

You haven’t eaten a single piece of your meal, your heart pumping, fast, anxiety rising up. He drinks his tea trying to ignore the loud voices of his nakama when his eyes open and fix on yours.

“Let’s go outside, onna” he orders, and you as fast as possible stand up. Hallibel and Nel look at you and then to Ulquiorra. While Hallibel says nothing, Nel begins smirking and getting excited. Thing that makes your cheeks get hotter.

You ask her to shut up as Ulquiorra stands up and walks outside ignoring everything around him with his hands inside his pockets. You follow him, remembering the words he had told you back when you first got into the crew “Come with me, woman. Don’t talk. Say only “yes”. Don’t ask me anything. Don’t tell me anything”

The deck of the Las Noches Go shines with the silvery light of a half moon, so pretty and mysterious like the man in front of you. “Captain, I will go inside and look for the materials. I’ll be right back” you say and want to run inside but you can’t.

Lean, soft fingers round your wrist not allowing you to keep walking. “Onna” he whispers. “Huh?” you ask, scared but feeling yourself in heaven as he has touched you twice in less than 24 hours.

“Paint in me that dark circle I’ve seen you painted in your canvas, Onna”

You take a big gasp of air, knowing too well what circle he is talking about. That black dot that got bigger and it bleed through the paper, that kept enlarging the more you look the emptiness on his eyes, deep into his soul, deep into a hollowed heart.

“Yes, sir” you mumble. “Very well, I’ll wait here” he says, and let’s go of your arm. His hold wasn’t strong enough to hurt you, but firm and dominant as his mere presence over yours.

You rush to your room, grabbing only the black paint tube and a brush. You don’t wanna think about what you will be doing, but only about following his order. He wants you to paint that black circle on him, and so you will.

When you are back, you take a look at his flowing hakama. His back isn’t wide since he is  quite a thin man, but he looks stunning facing directly at the moon in melancholy stare.

“Captain…” you whisper, holding the little tube of squirting black matter and a brush. “Oh… Onna, come here” he commands, extending you a hand for you to go over the forecastle of the ship.

You notice his clothes are now open, bare chest, so white and pale garnished by a single tattoo with the number four over one of his pecs. He is lean and thin, and not a gram of fat is part of his flesh. The prominence of his ribs shows slightly at each side of his thorax and his belly has barely noticeable marked abs.

You look at him up and down, feeling his cold hand still grabbing yours. His eyes have no shine, but certainly your image is reflected in them. The greenish tears that he had tattooed over his cheeks are a painful reminder of his sad expression and the handsome features make your heart beat, perhaps, for the both of you.

“W-where should I paint it, Ulquiorra-san?” you ask, swallowing and waiting for his orders.

“In your art it was painted here, right? Then here…” he says, taking your hand to the valley forming in between his two collar bones. You don’t move, and the icy skin on the tip of your fingers feels so weird, yet so amazing.

You nod, blinking slowly, lips separating, getting dry with the breeze of a chilly night. Your only source of light are the many stars and the half moon shining over your bodies, behind the sky show dark stormy clouds approaching. The subtle scent of his skin that reminds you of fresh mint and something else, the way his chest goes up and down in accelerating motions…

The air feels heavy, and after taking the courage to do so your hands start working. His arms hang at each side of his body, and he looks down at you in total calm -or at least that’s what you think-.

Squeezing the black paint over his chest makes him shiver a little as it was colder than his own skin. Maybe the brush isn’t necessary as you are drawn to use your bare fingers to form the circle.

You think about asking why he is making you do so, but you prefer to stay in silence as his words replay over and over in your head… “Don’t talk. Say only “yes”. Don’t ask me anything. Don’t tell me anything”

“There” you finally say, when the circle is, in your opinion, big enough. “It isn’t big enough, Woman)” he painfully spits, and it’s so amazing this man could be so poetic… is this a way to show you how empty his chest feels?

You can barely hear him breath, accelerated as your index finger makes the whole bigger and bigger. How big he wants it? You don’t know, but you keep tracing it in circle motions. And the diameter grows and grows. And he never stops you.

And it grows so much, almost his whole chest is covered by it. “Ulquiorra-san, it’s almost as big as your chest” you whisper, understanding on the verge of tears his sadness was way bigger than what you had thought.

“It is, though I don’t think it’s enough” he says. But his speech got absolutely muffled by the sound of thunder. The storm is nearly over you now, and despite the moon is strong enough to shine its light through the clouds everything feels cold and dark.

And your hand rests over his chest completely tinted in black, and you don’t dare to stop touching him. His hand won’t allow you to do so either way. Ulquiorra has grabbed your wrist, pleading without words to please don’t take your warmth off his barely pumping heart.

The first drop falls, and then some more. One by one they tint in black, washing away, making the black pain bleed in endless rivers of darkness. He takes a look at it, the drops reach his waist, his belly button, his hips. The tears in your eyes mix with the rain, and you used to think “everything but the rain” but now… this rain was healing him as in a metaphorical way the black dot would disappear slowly from his chest.

He looks at the melting black dot, and then to your eyes. The rain has wet your and his hair and for some reason, right in that moment, you two felt lonely yet together. And Ulquiorra pulled you closer, and your chest pressed against his.

Green eyes that didn’t show pain but need. Noses so close to touching, lips too. “Kiss me, Onna” he ordered, yet it felt like a beg, like a plead. And you kiss him, because you have sworn to say to him only yes, because you knew he wouldn’t ever, ever, hurt you. 

His lips touch yours; it takes you some time to finally succumb to utmost passion. Warm breathing into each other’s mouths, his arms now surrounding you in cold yet lovingly embrace.

Your clothes completely stained in his melting dark void, your hands too. Painted handprints now cover his back, neck, mandible. Hair dripping wet, his clothes falling into the ground, yours too as he lifts your shirt up.

“I lust for everything about you” he says, in between kisses, as both of you fall to the deck of the ship. “Careful, is slippery” he whispers, helping you sit over his lap. You can feel his hardness over white clothes becoming transparent the more they get damped with the rain.

His nails softly scratch your back up and down, pressing the small of your back against himself in desperation to feel such intimate contact. Lips so swollen from insatiable kisses separate for short moments, and in yours a beautiful smile draws.

And your eyes scan his, because you expect one there too… and even if it is so subtle, a smirk appear like a blessing over the commissure of his lips.

“Can I make – love to you? Is that how people call it?” he asks, for the first time without giving you an order.

“Yes, Ulquiorra… please, make love to me…”

Pushing you back, so delicately, he tops you. So unsure of what he is doing but traveling with his index finger the whole extents of your body. From your bottom lip towards your chest, belly, and hips. His eyes wide open, almost without blinking because he always says the only thing that exists is what his eyes reflect, and right now they were reflecting your whole existence.

He shyly pulls your pants off, discovering your anatomy so ready for him. The water makes you both shiver as it’s cold, but do you really care? Absolutely not, the fire inside your souls probably it’s enough to keep you warm.

“Ulquiorra-san, have you ever…?” you ask, trying not to sound disrespectful towards him. He looks to the side, denying with his head. He was indeed a virgin. And you didn’t want to make it difficult for him, in fact you just want him inside you even if he is inexperienced and shy.

You smile, caressing his cheek and looking at the black drops from his chest fall over yours. The circle, the dark void is almost invisible, and it lacks any form now. The loneliness was about to leave his heart, once and for all.

You guided him inside you. Ulquiorra’s pale cheeks sprinkle with a reddish dust. Entering, feeling your clenching walls around his shaft, reacting with a perfect mix of innocence and lust. He is in heaven, you are too. In and out he starts moving soon after, at first so bashfully.

His hips increase the rhythm as desire takes over of his whole being. There is no more emptiness in you, nor in him. Learning to fill a void by melting in one. Hammering into you, his lips barely grazing the lobe of your ear as him in a beasty way is now fucking you.

He moans and groans, his low raspy voice feels like the song of the devil. Full of lust, lust for you, for your heart, for your body, for the touch, for the love.

Lust, lust, lust. No more dark voids, no more emptiness, no more despair. Mine, say only yes. Mine, be mine. Fill the void in me, woman… ~