#ulquiorra cifer x you

[my0vershareworld]

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕟

Pairing: Ulquiorra Cifer x GN!Arrancar reader

Genre: Headcanons, Platonic.

CW: None

Requested by @patnumber20: hc for ulquiorra having his own fraccion?

A/N: more ulqui request yes

a Fraccion he always wanted is the one who's quiet, timid, does not cause any trouble, listen to him always, perhaps quite smart, is not violent like the others arrancar, is not reckless, and calm, ..overall he seemingly to want someone to act and be almost like him. he would want someone he can bear with.

and you happened to be on all those list he have created. he can say you were perfect for a Fraccion.

he really like the way that you don't talk much and don't interrupt when he's talking.

he's quite glad you never or most likely to never cause any kind of trouble for him or yourself at all.

he's glad in how smart you can be since he don't have to explain every little detail when he ordered something to you..he really like how you always listened to him.

you don't do anything when it's too out of reach or he didn't ordered you to do so. which again..another thing he like about you.

he do care for you since he does not want his precious perfect Fraccion which he knew he would never find one like you again. he will keep you alive and safe as long as he can.

if you die he would feel a bit sad but he'll get over it soon enough. but he will still bad with the fact he didn't protect you and continue to be his Fraccion.

[pfpanimes]

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➡ 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 2/2

bleach masterlist 1: multichapter & events main list.

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 𝐋𝐮����𝐭 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

[seneon]

ulquiorra stares at you blankly as you held out some flowers you plucked and stole from someone's garden. he scans your facial expression, filled with mischief and a little bit of slyness in them. quite the troublemaker you are, to get your hands dirty and get somebody's garden dirty. all that to get ulquiorra a flower. just to see his reaction. but to no avail, he has none. well, at least to you, he doesn't show it. on the inside however, he feels his heart beating violently against his chest and the shyness that randomly builds up in him. nobody has ever given him a flower before. and he's not quite sure how to react to that. he murmurs a faint thanks and takes the flower, unsure of what to do with it but you just take it back and insert the flower in his pretty long hair with your iconic giant smile. oh, how he wishes that you'd only smile for him like that . . .

note. ulqui brainrot ulqui brainrot ulqui brainrot

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

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Hi I hope ur doing well could you write a nsfw one shot if that’s fine ofc! of ulquiorras fem s/o taking his virginity for the first time and showing him what sex is

yesssss omfg I love this idea! <3

You sit across Ulquiorra on your shared bed as you take a sip of water. Ulquirorra studies your face and he clears his throat.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" Ulquiorra questions you and you spit out your water onto the floor. You blink a few times before glancing up at your boyfriend and you gulp.

"What?" you question him, peering at his expression. His eyes are full of seriousness, but also confusion.

You didn't have idea that Ulquiorra even knows what sex means in the slightest.

"Grimmjow's been asking me if we've had sex," he shrugs his shoulders and you slightly clench your fists.

"I'm going to kill Grimmjow," you comment, shaking your head.

"Sex. What is it?" Ulquiorra asks curiously and your cheeks flush with a bright pink.

How the hell do you even explain that to him?

"Um...you know when we kiss? It's kind of like that expect we're naked and it's way more than kissing. Sex is where we both feel a lot of pleasure because of the actions that we would do," you stumble over your words.

"You can go further than kissing?" Ulquiorra blinks, inching closer to you.

"You have no idea," you giggle out.

"Show me," Ulquiorra demands and you gulp. His eyes gaze into yours and you shift your weight.

"Ok," you whisper, grabbing onto your shirt and pulling it over your head. Ulquiorra's eyes glance down at your breasts poking out from your bra and his mouth waters.

He wasn't sure why his mouth was watering, it was just a part of your body.

You reach back and unclip your bra, tossing it onto the ground. Ulquiorra's eyes glue onto your breasts and they way they move with each shift of your weight.

"You can touch them," you offer and Ulquiorra's lips slightly part open and before he knows it, he's reaching towards your breasts. His eyes widen as his hands cup the squishy flesh and you lean your head back.

His eyes glance as your neck stretches out and he dips his head down into your neck. Your jaw drops open as he presses his lips against your neck and places kisses all over.

You grab onto the zipper on his shirt and start to unzip it. He pulls his lips away from your neck and glances up at him.

"Is this okay?" you ask him and he slightly bobs his head. Ulquiorra feels his cock growing as you run your hands over his bare chest and a chill runs down his spine.

You place his shirt on the ground and start sliding off your skirt. His eyes widen and he gulps.

"Here. You can take them off if you'd like," you suggest, glancing down to your underwear.

"Are you sure?" Ulquiorra asks, his face twisting with unsureness. You smile gently and nod your head. You sink down into the bed and Ulquiorra hovers above you.

His long fingers grab onto your underwear and he slowly pulls it them off and over your ankles and feet. His eyes glue onto your dripping cunt and he cocks his head.

Wet. Why was it so wet?

A tiny gasp leaves your lips as Ulquiorra sticks his finger inside of you.

"What? Is this what I'm supposed to be doing?" he questions, feeling around your walls.

"Kind of. Here, let me show you," you offer, sitting up and grabbing onto two of Ulquiorra's fingers.

You slowly insert them inside of your core. You slowly to pump his fingers in and out of yourself. You throw your head with pleasure and let out a quiet moan.

Ulquiorra grabs onto your hand and pulls it away. "I understand now," he explains, containing to push his fingers deeper inside of you.

"Good," you moan out, letting his hand go and starting to run your fingers through his hair.

"Is this it? Is this what sex is?" Ulquiorra questions and you stifle a chuckle.

"Do you want to try something else?" you ask and Ulquiorra eagerly nods his head.

"I want you to feel good and I want to feel good as well," he speaks calmly and you let out a tiny chuckle.

"Good," you smile gently as he removes his fingers from your core. The sudden air slaps against your cunt and you gaze down at Ulquiorra's hard cock.

Precum leaking from his tip and you carefully wrap your fingers around his cock. Ulquiorra whimpers quietly as you start to slowly insert his cock inside of your cunt.

It stretches you out and you moan quietly.

"Is this comfortable? You look like you're in pain," Ulquiorra comments, continuing to slide his length inside of you.

"Yes, I'm fine," you reassure him, clenching your jaw. Concern is laced all over Ulquiorra's face and he places his hand on your cheek.

His eyes glisten with a certain softness and he leans his forehead on yours.

"Are you sure? I can stop," he asks curiously and you spread your legs wider.

"You're not going to break me, Ulquiorra," you assure him, a smile growing along your face.

"You're so wet," he comments, gritting his teeth and your stomach twists into knots.

"You make me wet, Ulquiorra," you reveal and his eyes widen with interest.

"I do?" he questions and you nod your head. Ulquiorra continues to thrust inside of you, your walls squeezing around his cock.

Ulquiorra moans start to slur out from his lips like a sin and he knits his eyebrows together. It feels good, the way you fit around him and give him such pleasure.

"D-Does it feel good?" you hesitate to ask, furrowing your eyebrows and Ulquiorra inhales sharply.

"Yes," he replies and your eyes widen. The tip of his cock continues to kiss your sweet spot earning moans and groans from you.

"Do you feel good, y/n?" Ulquiorra asks, his lips lingering above yours.

"You have no idea," you comment, panting heavily. Sweat starts to gather around your forehead and the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

Ulquiorra's cock grows harder inside of you, tightening as the cum starts to spill out from his tip.

"Y/N," Ulquiorra moans out your name, filling you up with cum as his cock twitches. He breathes heavily and lowers his head, becoming tired.

With one more swift thrust, his cock reaching the inside of your tummy, you scream out as you squirt all over his cock, your juices oozing out from your cunt. It drips down your thighs and Ulquiorra thrusts slowly before completely stopping.

You both lay there, Ulquiorra's cock sitting inside of you, filling you up. You both pant heavily and Ulquiorra rests his head on your chest.

"That...was amazing," Ulquiorra breathes heavily as you wrap your arms around his lower back.

"Should I-?" he asks, glancing down at his cock still stuffed inside of you. You place your hand on his chest and shake your head.

"No, it's fine. Let's just stay like this for a while," you suggest and Ulquiorra nods his head. He lowers his head down and kisses you, softly.

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monochrome // ulquiorra schiffer (pt. 1)

tw ⇢ dark content, stalking/spying (kinda), violence, imprisonment, torture, dehumanization, intimidation cx it’s ulquiorra, slow burn (as slow as i could make it for a two-part story), kinda fluffy, ulquiorra tryna show affection in his own way

wc ⇢ 9.6k

a/n: do yall actually want a part two for this?

Ulquiorra's lithe form hovered imperceptibly outside your bedroom window, his presence cloaked by the veil of night. With an impassive expression etched upon his pallid features, he observed your every move through narrowed eyes, his disdain for humanity simmering just beneath the surface.

You were an enigma to him, a puzzle he could not solve – a mere human, and yet, according to Aizen, you possessed an extraordinary ability to negate powers. Ulquiorra scoffed inwardly at the notion, his gaze trailing your movements as you danced around your room, giggling softly as your feline companion batted playfully at the loose tendrils of your hair.

To Ulquiorra, such frivolous behavior was a baffling display of human weakness, a mere distraction from the harsh realities of existence. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as you twirled, lost in a moment of pure, unbridled joy, your laughter echoing like a discordant melody in his ears.

"Foolish creature," he murmured, his deep baritone laced with contempt. "Reveling in such meaningless diversions while your inevitable demise looms ever closer."

Yet, as much as he wished to tear his gaze away from the perplexing scene before him, Ulquiorra found himself transfixed, his curiosity piqued despite his better judgment. He had witnessed countless battles, had seen the depths of human depravity and weakness, and yet, there was something about you that defied his understanding.

As the night dragged on, and your playful antics with the feline eventually subsided, Ulquiorra's frustration mounted. Another fruitless day had passed without a glimpse of the powers Aizen had spoken of, and he could feel the tendrils of impatience coiling within him.

With a barely perceptible sigh, he tore his gaze away from your slumbering form and turned his back on the human realm, his mind already formulating his report to Aizen. Perhaps tomorrow would yield better results, or perhaps this mission was nothing more than a colossal waste of his time and effort. Only time would tell, but for now, Ulquiorra could not shake the nagging sense of bewilderment that your mere existence had stirred within him.

The following day, Ulquiorra found himself once again trailing your every move, his curiosity stubbornly refusing to wane despite his reservations. As the first rays of dawn pierced the inky blackness of the night, he watched from the shadows as you emerged from your home, backpack slung over your shoulder, and joined the two human girls he recognized as Inoue Orihime and Arisawa Tatsuki.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Ulquiorra observed the easy camaraderie shared between the three of you, the melodic lilt of your laughter carrying on the gentle morning breeze. It was a foreign concept to him, this notion of forming bonds and deriving joy from mere companionship. In his world, such frivolities were weaknesses to be exploited, vulnerabilities that served no purpose in the grand scheme of existence.

As you made your way to the educational institution, Ulquiorra followed, his movements silent and purposeful, his gaze unwavering as he studied your every nuance. From the way you diligently took notes in class to the way you laughed and joked with your peers during the brief respite of lunchtime, he found himself inexplicably drawn to the seemingly mundane details of your life.

To Ulquiorra, these small, human moments were perplexing, a puzzle he could not quite piece together. Why waste precious moments on such trivial pursuits when the inevitability of death loomed ever closer? Why forge bonds that would inevitably be severed by the cruel hand of fate?

Yet, as he watched you interact with those around you, a flicker of something akin to envy stirred within him, a foreign emotion he quickly quashed beneath the weight of his unwavering loyalty to Aizen's cause.

As the hours ticked by, Ulquiorra found himself growing increasingly baffled by your actions, from the way you meticulously braided a friend's hair during a lull in the lessons to the way you cooed over a stray cat that had wandered onto the school grounds. Each gesture, each fleeting moment of joy or compassion, chipped away at his carefully constructed disdain, leaving him teetering on the precipice of understanding.

By the time the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day's festivities, Ulquiorra had reached a reluctant conclusion – he was no closer to unraveling the mystery of your supposed abilities than he had been the day before. With a barely perceptible shake of his head, he turned his back on the human realm once more, his mind already formulating his report to Aizen as he made his way back to the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo.

The days bled into weeks, and still, Ulquiorra found himself no closer to unraveling the enigma that was your existence. With each passing moment spent observing your seemingly mundane life, his impatience mounted, a simmering ember of frustration that threatened to consume his usual stoic demeanor.

Aizen's orders rang clear in his mind – to study your abilities, to dissect the mechanics of your power to negate, and yet, you remained an infuriatingly inscrutable puzzle. It was a failure Ulquiorra could not abide, a blemish on his otherwise impeccable record of obedience and duty.

Thus, it was with a sense of grim determination that Ulquiorra decided to take matters into his own hands. If you would not reveal your true potential through mere observation, then he would force your hand, create a situation that would leave you no choice but to unleash the abilities that had so piqued Aizen's interest.

Under the cloak of night, Ulquiorra slipped seamlessly into the human realm, his reiatsu carefully concealed as he made his way to the outskirts of your neighborhood. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned forth a hollow, a grotesque amalgamation of teeth and claws that hungered for the souls of the living.

"Go," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Draw her out. Force her to reveal her power."

The hollow, sensing the promise of a fresh meal, let out a guttural roar before lumbering off into the night, its footfalls shaking the very earth beneath Ulquiorra's feet.

It did not take long for the commotion to reach your ears, and Ulquiorra watched with bated breath as you emerged from your home, a look of grim determination etched upon your features. He felt a flicker of something akin to curiosity as you squared your shoulders, facing down the towering hollow with an unflinching resolve that seemed at odds with your fragile human form.

And then, in a single, breathtaking moment, you unleashed the full force of your abilities.

Ulquiorra's eyes widened ever so slightly as a shimmering wave of energy pulsed outward from your body, rippling through the air like a stone skipping across the surface of a placid lake. The hollow, caught in the throes of your power, let out a guttural screech as its very essence was negated, its form dissolving into nothingness before Ulquiorra's disbelieving gaze.

For a heartbeat, Ulquiorra found himself in the thrall of awe, his usually impassive mask slipping ever so slightly as he bore witness to the sheer magnitude of your abilities. But just as quickly as the moment had come, it passed, and his expression hardened once more, a flicker of disdain reigniting within the depths of his emerald eyes.

Such a powerful ability, confined within the fragile vessel of a human – a mere speck in the grand tapestry of existence. It was a cruel twist of fate, a mockery of the natural order, and Ulquiorra felt a surge of something akin to disgust as he watched you retreat back into the safety of your home, oblivious to the weight of the power you wielded.

As he turned his back on the human realm once more, Ulquiorra's mind was already churning, formulating his report to Aizen. The depths of your abilities had been revealed, and now, it was only a matter of time before you were brought to heel, forced to serve the machinations of those far greater than yourself.

For in Ulquiorra's world, sentiment and weakness had no place – only power, and the unwavering will to wield it without mercy.

The tranquil silence of the night was violently shattered by a thunderous tearing sound that jolted you awake. Your eyes widened in sheer terror as a gaping void ripped open in your bedroom, inky blackness giving way to a pale, slender figure emerging from the shadowy rift.

You clutched your sheets tightly as the intruder's piercing emerald gaze bored into you with unsettling intensity. Taking in his features - the tear-like markings, the bone-white fragment across his face - realization dawned. This was no ordinary being, but one of the Arrancar, Aizen's elite hollow servants.

"Wh-Who are you?" you stammered out, struggling to keep the tremor of fear from your voice. "What do you want from me?"

The Arrancar regarded you with frigid indifference. "You are to be brought to Hueco Mundo on Aizen-sama's orders," he stated impassively.

You felt your throat constrict at the mention of that traitorous name. Though you didn't fully understand Aizen's motivations, you knew of his betrayal and the unholy powers he now wielded. Dread gripped you as you realized this Arrancar intended to take you straight into the realm of hollows.

"No, I won't go," you protested, hating how small your voice sounded even to your own ears as you weakly shook your head. "I don't know what that man wants, but I can't..."

In a blur of motion, the Arrancar appeared in front you. You flinched, trying desperately to summon your negation abilities, but he was impossibly fast. Before you could react, his iron grip clamped around your wrist with bruising force, rendering you helpless.

You opened your mouth to plead, to reason with this hollow monster, but he silenced you with a single dispassionate look.

"Resistance is meaningless," he stated flatly as he began inexorably dragging you towards the gaping maw of the garganta. "You belong to Aizen-sama now."

As the inky blackness enclosed around you, consuming any sense of safety or hope, you felt hot tears spill down your cheeks. You were being taken, against your will, into the lair of Aizen's demons - delivered unto the grasping claws of madness itself.

You cowered in the dimly lit cell of Las Noches, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you tried in vain to stop the uncontrollable tremors wracking your body. Since being forcibly brought to Hueco Mundo by Ulquiorra, each day had bled into a relentless torment of experiments and tests at Aizen's hands.

The traitorous ex-captain seemed endlessly fascinated by your ability to negate spiritual powers. Like a scientist dissecting a rare specimen, he would subject you to all manner of trials and observations as he sought to unravel the mechanics behind your unique gifts.

Some days, you were made to exert your negation on lesser hollows, extinguishing their powers until they disintegrated into mere spiritual particles. Other times, you found yourself strapped down as Aizen's reiatsu bore down on you like a suffocating force, pushing you to the limits of endurance.

Through it all, Ulquiorra remained an ever-present, silent sentinel - his emerald gaze watchful and unreadable as he oversaw your misery under Aizen's orders. You weren't sure what unnerved you more - the cruel indifference with which the Arrancar regarded your suffering, or the fleeting glimmers of some indecipherable emotion in those jade-colored depths.

As the door to your cell creaked open, you flinched, scooting back against the wall as Ulquiorra's lithe form stepped through the entrance. You had come to dread the sight of him, for it heralded yet another bout of Aizen's demented trials.

Surprisingly, he made no move to approach you. Instead, he leveled that unflinching stare at you from across the cell.

"Aizen-sama demands a demonstration of your negation abilities against an Espada-level combatant," Ulquiorra stated flatly. "You will exert your powers against me without restraint."

You felt your heart plummet at his words, a tendril of fear snaking through you. Going up against an elite Arrancar like Ulquiorra was tantamount to a death sentence.

Before you could voice your protest, he was suddenly there, right before you. His hand lanced out with blinding speed, fisting in the fabric of your shirt as he bodily hauled you upright until you were nose-to-nose with him.

"Do not test my patience, woman," he warned, his tone as cold and lifeless as the desert night in Hueco Mundo. "You will obey, or suffer the consequences."

As you stared into the depthless jade pools of his eyes, you realized with a start that there was no hatred there - no anger, no malice. Just...emptiness. As if you were utterly insignificant in his world view.

And perhaps, in that moment, you truly were.

Ulquiorra's unblinking stare bored into you, his piercing emerald gaze unwavering as he awaited your response. You swallowed thickly, apprehension and fear churning in the pit of your stomach.

"I...I don't want to hurt you," you said, hating the tremor of weakness in your own voice. Using your negation abilities against someone as powerful as an Espada seemed tantamount to signing your own death warrant.

"Aizen-sama's will is absolute," Ulquiorra intoned, his breath fanning across your face. "You exist solely at his whim. Would you prefer I end your defiance here?"

You felt your heart stutter in your chest as his reiatsu intensified, stealing the very air from your lungs. Darkness crept at the edges of your vision as panic set in.

Steeling your resolve, you grit your teeth and focused your negation abilities, praying they would be enough. A rippling aura shimmered around you as you exerted your will against Ulquiorra's overwhelming power.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Ulquiorra's indomitable reiatsu pressed down on you, inexorable and unyielding. But then, almost imperceptibly, you felt it...a hairline fracture in his spiritual fortress.

Driven by desperation and the will to survive, you poured everything into widening that crack, your negation energies swirling around the Espada in a maelstrom of power.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you saw Ulquiorra's mask of stoicism falter. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he grit his teeth, his vice-like grip on your shirt wavering ever so slightly.

But just as you sensed victory within your grasp, Ulquiorra's leg buckled and he dropped to one knee, his breath escaping in a harsh rasp.

A startled gasp tore from your lips as Ulquiorra unexpectedly dropped to one knee before you. For a fleeting instant, disbelief flooded your senses – had your negation abilities actually affected this elite Arrancar?

Without a second thought, you quickly reined in your powers, the maelstrom of energy dissipating as rapidly as it had manifested. Concern furrowed your brow as you took a hesitant step towards Ulquiorra's kneeling form.

"Ulquiorra? Are you al-"

Your words died in your throat as his hand lashed out with blinding speed, backhanding you across the face with staggering force. You cried out in pain, crumpling to the floor as you cradled your stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Foolish woman," Ulquiorra's voice sliced through you like a blade as he rose fluidly to his feet once more, all traces of weakness banished. "Did you truly delude yourself into believing I required your pathetic overtures of concern?"

He regarded you with an intensity that rooted you to the spot, his emerald gaze as frigid and unfeeling as the heart of Hueco Mundo itself.

"Let this be a lesson," he stated, his tone laced with barely contained disdain. "To show care for your enemy is an exercise in sentimentality – a cloying attachment that serves no purpose in the grand design of Lord Aizen's vision."

You flinched as he took a purposeful step towards you, fighting the urge to cower under the weight of his suffocating reiatsu.

"I am an Espada. A warrior bred for battle and conquest," Ulquiorra's words sliced into you like a razor's caress. "Your attempts at rendering aid are not only futile but an insult to my very existence. Do not make the mistake of offering your misguided sympathies again."

As he turned on his heel and strode from the chamber, his coattails billowing behind him, you felt something deep within you fracture – the last vestiges of hope that this hollow monster could be anything more than the soulless, unfeeling creature he presented to the world.

For in his world of conquest and carnage, compassion was a luxury ill-afforded, and sentiments like concern merely shackled one to the cloying weaknesses of heart that he had long since cast aside.

And in that moment, you realized the true depths of the chasm that separated your worlds - one that no amount of yearning could ever bridge.

The following day, the imposing figure of Ulquiorra once again materialized in the threshold of your cell. You tensed instinctively, memories of yesterday's chilling disdain and the stinging backhanded blow fresh in your mind.

As he approached, his emerald gaze briefly flickered over the mottled bruise marring your cheek - a discolored memento of his callous reprisal. For a fleeting heartbeat, something indecipherable flickered across his features as he seemed to study the injury.

Reflexively, Ulquiorra's hand extended towards you, as if to trace the contours of the blemish. But just as quickly, he appeared to catch himself, retracting his hand and seamlessly reverting to his usual unreadable mask of stoicism.

If you noticed the aborted gesture at all, you gave no outward sign, pointedly avoiding his piercing stare as you awaited whatever fresh torment awaited at Aizen's behest.

Ulquiorra's mouth pressed into a taut line, betraying no hint of the tumult that had momentarily breached his icy exterior. When he spoke, his tone was as dispassionately even as ever.

"Aizen-sama has decreed you require rest and sustenance to ensure optimal conditioning for further trials," he stated flatly. "A medic will be arriving shortly to assess your state."

With that, he turned and swept from the chamber, leaving you to wonder at the meaning behind that split-second lapse in his typical indifference.

True to his words, the grind of the cell door opening soon heralded the arrival of a diminutive Arrancar - presumably the aforementioned medic. As they bustled over, you found yourself replaying that singular moment in your mind, unable to shake the peculiar sense that you had glimpsed something achingly human lurking behind Ulquiorra's hollowed facade.

But perhaps it was merely wishful thinking - a fragile delusion constructed to safeguard you from the bleakness of your reality as a captive.

A week's endless cycle of Aizen's depraved experiments had left you utterly drained, your body screaming in protest as Szayel unstrapped you from the cold metal table. The pink-haired Espada's golden eyes glinted with a mixture of fascination and something darker as he trailed a lingering hand along your arm.

"My, what delightfully intriguing spiritual composition," he purred in that simpering tone that never failed to make your skin crawl. "Lord Aizen will be most pleased with the data I've gathered."

You shuddered involuntarily at his touch, hating how helpless and exposed you felt under his lecherous gaze. As if sensing your discomfort, Szayel leaned in uncomfortably close, his lips curling into a serpentine smile.

"Why so tense, my dear? The assessments have only just begun," he crooned with perverse relish. "I have so many more...invasive tests planned for your unique abil-"

"Szayel Aporro."

The Octava's head whipped around at the sound of Ulquiorra's flat baritone, his leer faltering momentarily at the sight of the Cuatro Espada framed in the entrance.

"Ulquiorra," he recovered with a simpering smile. "Always so punctual in attending to your duties as warden."

There was an undercurrent of mocking derision in Szayel's tone that did not escape Ulquiorra's notice. The slightest furrow creased his marble brow as his penetrating emerald gaze seemed to bore into the other Arrancar.

"Your presence is no longer required," Ulquiorra stated in that dispassionate timbre that brooked no argument. "Leave us."

For a moment, it seemed Szayel would protest, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But then, just as suddenly, his features smoothed over into an exaggerated pout.

"As you wish," he demurred with an indolent shrug, slinking past Ulquiorra with one last conspiratorial wink in your direction.

As the door ground shut behind Szayel, sealing you both in the chamber, an expectant hush seemed to descend – as if the very air itself held its breath in anticipation. You tensed, unsure of what fresh horrors awaited under Ulquiorra's silent observation.

But instead of approaching, he remained rooted to the spot near the entrance, watching you with that same indecipherable intensity that never failed to evoke a feeling of immense disquiet. His eyes briefly trailed over the fresh lacerations marring your skin from Szayel's "assessments" before snapping back to your face.

Then, in a movement so slow and fluid it appeared entirely unconscious, Ulquiorra extended his hand towards you in an outstretched beckon.

"Come," was his single, softly spoken directive.

Confusion and apprehension warred within you as you eyed his proffered hand with uncertainty. But you knew better than to test his demands for obedience. With a resigned sigh, you slid off the table, your knees buckling treacherously beneath your depleted weight.

You never hit the ground.

In a streak of static displacement, Ulquiorra was suddenly there, his arm encircling your waist in an adamant ring as he effortlessly supported your trembling frame against his own. You tensed at the unexpected contact, but his grip remained unrelenting – not harsh or forceful, but undeniably insistent as he drew you flush against him.

For a moment, you simply remained like that, frozen in his uncompromising embrace as his eyes bored unreadably into yours mere inches away. Up close, you could make out the subtle nuances in his features – the impossibly pale expanse of his sculpted jawline, the slightly parted shape of his lips as they formed silent words you couldn't decipher.

Then, all at once, he straightened to his full imposing height, taking your deadweight with him as he turned and swept from the chamber without a single word.

And for the first time since arriving in Hueco Mundo, you found yourself wondering – just what unfathomable machinations lurked behind those hollow jade depths?

The next day, the grind of the cell door echoed like a death knell, heralding Ulquiorra's arrival for his customary observation. You tensed instinctively, your body still aching from yesterday's lingering exertions under Szayel's scrutiny.

As Ulquiorra's piercing emerald gaze swept over you, taking stock of your condition, you fought back a sudden wave of nausea. Before you could stifle it, your stomach clenched violently and you doubled over, retching up what little sustenance remained in your system.

For a long moment, Ulquiorra watched in silence as you gasped and heaved, your body wracked with tremors. His eyes briefly narrowed, taking note of your sallow complexion and the dark circles etching the hollows beneath your eyes.

"Disgusting," he intoned at last, his usual toneless baritone edging into disdain. "Your human frailties are beginning to manifest."

You flinched at his callous words, swiping the back of your hand across your mouth as you raised your head to meet his unfeeling stare. Unbidden, your eyes stung with unshed tears of rage and frustration.

"What did you expect?" you bit out, jaw clenched against the surge of bitter emotion. "Locked away in this gods-forsaken hellhole, being used as Aizen's twisted lab rat..."

Your voice caught in your throat, forcing you to look away from Ulquiorra's expectant regard as you fought to reign in your turbulent feelings. When you finally continued, your words were laced with a plaintive desperation.

"I'm not built for this, Ulquiorra. I need air, light..." You paused, hating how pathetically small your voice sounded. "...companionship. Being cooped up with only hollows and demons for company is slowly killing me, can't you see that?"

Silence answered your entreaty, heavy and suffocating – the weight of Ulquiorra's verdant regard as inescapable as the cell walls themselves. Finally, he spoke, each word slicing into you with surgical precision.

"Companionship?" There was an edge of something dangerously close to mocking in his tone. "You delude yourself, woman. We are Arrancar – beings of dispassionate solitude by our very nature. Attachments, be they bonds of kinship or..." He allowed his eyes to slowly trail over your disheveled form, "...any other inclination, are crutches ill-afforded to those who walk the path of transcendence."

You opened your mouth, fury and rebuttal burning on your tongue. But Ulquiorra merely continued in that same dispassionate cadence, utterly indifferent to your plight.

"If you place stock in camaraderie or the cloying inanities of human interconnection, know this..." His eyes seemed to bore straight through you, as incisive and immutable as blades of glacial jade. "Your friends are not coming for you, woman. Lord Aizen saw to that – severing any link to the world of the living. Your continued existence in Hueco Mundo is at his discretion and his alone."

With those words hanging like a death knell between you, Ulquiorra turned and swept from the cell, leaving you amid the debris of your shattered hopes with all the callousness of a natural disaster.

And in the hollow silence that remained, you had never felt more profoundly, inexplicably alone.

The following day, Ulquiorra's reentry into your cell was met with a pointed, stoic silence. You refused to even turn your gaze towards him, still seething from the soul-crushing hopelessness of his words the previous day.

He could mock your desire for companionship, for human connection. He could mercilessly reiterate how utterly forsaken and forgotten you were in this desolate realm of hollows. But you would not give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

For a long moment, the only sound was Ulquiorra's measured footfalls as he approached. You could feel the weight of his piercing stare burning into you, demanding your acknowledgment. But you remained stubbornly resolute, teeth gritted and eyes averted.

Just when you were certain he would simply turn and depart as was his cold wont, you heard the whisper of displaced air. In a blur of static dissonance, Ulquiorra had bridged the distance between you, his lithe form now looming mere inches away.

You started at his sudden proximity, unable to suppress the involuntary widening of your eyes as you found yourself pinned beneath the weight of his unrelenting emerald regard.

His expression remained as frigidly impassive as ever, betraying not a flicker of emotion. And yet, in that moment, there was something almost predatory in the set of his jaw, the infinitesimal dilation of his pupils as they seemed to bore straight through you.

"Look at me," he stated flatly, each word enunciated with surgical precision.

You wanted to turn away, to deny him that simple victory. But some primal part of you quailed under the sheer intensity of his presence. It was as if the air itself had taken on a solidity, a near-tangible pressure that suffused the space between your bodies.

Despite yourself, you felt your head turning almost involuntarily until your gaze crashed into the depthless jade pools of Ulquiorra's. Up close, you could make out the subtle contours of his features – the severe angles of his pallid countenance, the slight part of his lips as he seemed to taste the weight of the words unspoken between you.

"Good," he murmured, and you realized with a start just how near his face was to yours, his breath fanning warmly against your skin. "Now repeat after me: I am..."

You wanted to resist. Every fiber of your being burned with rebellious defiance at being cowed by this hollow specter. But the way he held your stare utterly transfixed, commanding your obedience through sheer force of will, robbed you of all volition save capitulation.

"I am..." you echoed back, despising the tremulous rasp of your own voice.

A muscle ticked in Ulquiorra's jaw – the barest perceptible fluctuation that may have hinted at approval. Or perhaps it was simply a trick of the shadows cloaking his eternally unreadable mask.

"...Nothing," he concluded, each syllable bleeding into the weighted silence like a death knell.

You felt something splinter within your chest at the profundity of those words, at the cruel truth they seemed to encapsulate about the state of your existence here. As a prisoner. As Aizen's disposable pawn. As utterly inconsequential in the grand shaping of this realm.

Nothing.

The realization must have shown on your face, for Ulquiorra's mouth curved ever so slightly at the corners – a mere ghost of satisfaction playing across his features.

Straightening once more, he regarded you with an impervious sense of finality, as if your wordless acknowledgment of insignificance had decided some unspoken matter.

"Until you have relinquished those shameful human needs," he stated in that same dispassionate monotone, "you will remain as you are. Powerless. Hollow. Nothing."

With that parting remark slicing into you like a surgeon's scalpel, Ulquiorra turned and strode from your cell, his coattails billowing in his wake as if to emphasize the sheer immutability of his judgment.

And as the grind of the door sealed you once more into that familiar solitude, you realized that perhaps his words rang truer than you cared to admit.

For what were you, if not an ill-bound collection of shattered hopes and fruitless yearnings – adrift in an existence devoid of all meaning save that arbitrated by your captors?

Nothing, indeed.

A pall of stubborn, resentful silence lingered over the following days, your refusal to so much as acknowledge Ulquiorra's presence a wordless rebuke against the cruel truth he had branded upon you.

With each passing visitation, you could sense the Espada's impassive reserve fracturing incrementally – a subtle tightening around his emerald eyes, the barest perceptible flare of his nostrils as he struggled to leash whatever calculatedly indifferent disdain simmered beneath that hollow facade.

He tried goading you, taunting you with reminders of your utter insignificance, your powerlessness. But you remained unmoved, a bastion of willful stoicism that denied him even the satisfaction of a reaction.

By the week's end, there was no mistaking the thread of acrid frustration woven through Ulquiorra's reiatsu each time he manifested in your cell. You could practically taste the venom on your tongue as his penetrating stare bored into you, silently demanding your capitulation.

But still, you held your ground, drawing an almost perverse sense of defiance from denying this hollow creature the acknowledgment he so fervently appeared to crave.

It was on one such charged, bristling vigil that the grind of your cell door opening barely registered in your consciousness, so accustomed had you become to the comings and goings of your inhuman warden.

Ulquiorra's reiatsu washed over you in those first few instants, heavy and oppressive in its intensity. You could sense the Espada closing the distance between you with those same measured, predatory strides.

Then, something else penetrated the weighted quiet – an almost inaudible exhalation, like a world letting out a long-held breath. Frowning, you raised your gaze for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

What you saw caused the words to die on your lips, unvoiced.

There, visible just beyond the threshold of your cell door, the endless sands of Hueco Mundo sprawled outward in a breathtaking vista of desolate beauty, softly backlit by an achingly familiar warmth.

Sunlight.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as the reality of the vision beyond registered – a perfect artificial sky arching across the barren horizon, drenching the pale dunes in rays of welcoming, revitalizing light.

For a moment, you simply gaped at the sight, emotion and longing swelling in your throat. But then you noticed something that caused your breath to catch – the subtle rise and fall of Ulquiorra's shoulders, the slightest furrow of consternation between his brows as he too regarded the sweeping vista.

When he finally spoke, his tone was carefully measured, as if tasting each word before allowing them to pass his lips.

"You wished for light," he stated, and though his inflection remained utterly devoid of any discernible emotion, you could have sworn you detected the faintest undercurrent of something almost akin to... reluctance?

"Aizen-sama has decreed the construction of this false sun to better facilitate future trials," Ulquiorra continued crisply. "As well as..." He paused, the muscle in his jaw tensing almost imperceptibly. "...observations."

His penetrating emerald gaze snapped back to you then, holding you immobile in its intensity.

"Come," he commanded flatly. "You will accompany me beyond the threshold."

For a heartbeat, you simply stared at him, dumbfounded. Had he truly intended to...indulge your plaintive wishes from before? The very notion seemed utterly at odds with the hollow monster who had so thoroughly disavowed your "human needs."

Before you could fully process the surreal situation, Ulquiorra was suddenly there, closing the distance between you in a blurred flicker of movement. You flinched instinctively as his hand snaked out to fist in the tattered fabric of your shirt, jerking you forward with surprising gentleness until your faces were a bare hairsbreadth apart.

"Do not resign yourself to the role of stubborn mule, woman," he murmured, his breath ghosting warmly across your lips. "Accept this... concession with gratitude and silence."

Too stunned and disoriented to offer more than a mute nod, you found yourself helpless but to obey as Ulquiorra tugged you inexorably out of the cell and into the blinding brilliance of the false sun's light.

The warmth of the artificial sun caressed your face like a long-forgotten lover's embrace as you tilted your head back, allowing the revitalizing rays to bathe your upturned features. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you could feel the insidious tendrils of despair and hopelessness loosening their stranglehold on your soul.

A few paces away, Ulquiorra stood sentinel – a silent, imposing figure swathed in shadow cast by the surrounding towers of Las Noches. Though his expression remained as inscrutable as ever, you could have sworn you detected the faintest furrow marring his marble brow as his gaze traced the path of the sunbeams glancing off your skin.

Slowly, you sank down onto the pale sands, relishing the sensation of solid ground beneath you that wasn't the unyielding chill of a cell floor. A contented sigh slipped past your lips as you leaned back on your palms, allowing the warmth to fully envelop you.

For long, languid moments, the only sounds were the soft whispers of the desert wind breathing life into this desolate realm and the occasional crunch of sand shifting beneath Ulquiorra's reverberating footfalls as he paced a slow, tight perimeter around your reclined form.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before your eyelids began to grow heavy, the bone-deep weariness accumulated from days of torment finally catching up to you. Stubbornly, you fought against the insistent lull of encroaching slumber, unwilling to relinquish your tenuous grasp on these precious moments bathed in natural light.

A fleeting shadow crossed your vision, and you cracked open one eye to find Ulquiorra looming over you, his imposing silhouette backlit in stark relief by the artificial sun's brilliance. For an endless breath, he simply stood there, studying you with that same unblinking, unreadable intensity.

Then, almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowed – darkening to the deepest shades of jade as his penetrating stare seemed to bore straight through you with uncanny focus. You felt a slight flush heat your cheeks under the weight of his scrutiny, a puzzled frown tugging at your lips as you wondered at this sudden, overt appraisal.

If he registered your self-conscious reaction, Ulquiorra gave no outward indication. He simply continued to regard you with that same inscrutable, hungering manner – as if committing every plane and angle of your form to immutable memory.

Just as you felt your grasp on wakefulness beginning to slip away, a subtle flux rippled across Ulquiorra's smooth mask of indifference. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, nostrils flaring in a brief moment of uncharacteristic perturbation before his features smoothed out once more into that same serene, unreadable mien.

It was only then that he seemed to register your flagging consciousness. One pale hand lifted, almost unconsciously, extending towards you in a motion that had your breath catching in your throat. For a dizzying moment, you could have sworn he meant to reach out, to trace the contours of your features with those long, calloused digits...

But then the moment shattered, and Ulquiorra lowered his hand, his gaze snapping away as if suddenly remembering himself. With a crisp pivot, he turned and strode off without a single word, leaving you to the growing languor of fatigue and the nagging sense that a profound opportunity had somehow been lost.

When next you awoke, you noticed the silhouette of Ulquiorra's imposing form flickering into view above you, his pale features thrown into sharp relief by the rays of that false sun. You blinked up at him owlishly, struggling to piece together your muddled perceptions.

As if sensing your bewilderment, Ulquiorra spoke – his voice low and even despite the undercurrent of something decidedly...unplaceable thrumming beneath.

"You have been exposed to sufficient light for the time being," he stated in a tone that brooked no argument. "We are returning to your cell."

Before you could so much as sluggishly push yourself upright, Ulquiorra had crossed the remaining distance between you in a blur of terrifying speed and preternatural grace. One arm snaked around the small of your back while the other slipped beneath the crook of your knees, bodily lifting you from the sand with ease.

You sucked in a sharp breath at the unexpected contact, instinctively tensing against the hard planes of his chest. But Ulquiorra paid your rigid posture no heed, simply cradling you flush against his body as he began striding back towards Las Noches' looming spires.

For several weighted moments, the only sounds were the whisper of robes against sand, the measured cadence of Ulquiorra's even footfalls. You found yourself mesmerized by the stark beauty of his features cast in burnished hues of sunset topaz and smoldering saffron.

It was only when his gaze briefly flickered down to meet yours that the moment fractured, jarring you back to an awareness of the bizarre intimacy in which you currently found yourself entangled.

"Why..." you began, hating the tremulous edge that laced your words as Ulquiorra's unhurried strides carried you ever-nearer Las Noches' shadow-wreathed ramparts. "Why did you not simply wake me? Instead of..."

You trailed off uncertainly, unable to put words to the peculiar sense of disquiet unfurling within your breast. But Ulquiorra seemed to grasp your meaning, his gemlike regard boring into you with all the implacability of a vista carved from ancient stone.

"You required rest," he replied with an insouciant simplicity that somehow managed to belie the profundity of that simple statement. "To disturb you would have been...imprudent."

Despite the inflectionless monotone, you felt something unseen shiver between those words – a subliminal implication of motive left unspoken yet infinitely heavier than lead between you.

But ultimately, Ulquiorra seemed disinclined to expound further, and you lacked the will to press the matter. So you simply remained cradled against his chest, trying and failing to ignore the profound sense of belonging that threatened to consume you as Las Noches' stygian walls swallowed you both once more.

The agonized screams still echoed in your mind, reverberating through the hollow chambers of your mind with every rattling inhalation. Szayel's perverse enthusiasm as he'd pushed your negation abilities to their uttermost limits blended with the sickening scent of seared flesh and cauterized bone.

You weren't sure how long the Octava Espada's "trial" had lasted – a span of endless, unremitting torment where the only constant had been the searing lances of anguish searing through your neural pathways. All you knew was that when the blinding, white-hot haze of agony finally receded, it left you a trembling, hollowed-out husk upon the frigid metal slab.

Even now, you could only perceive the world around you in fragmented snapshots – the lurid pinkish blur of Szayel's retreating form, the grind of an aperture opening to admit another presence, the whisper of robes against the sterile tiles underfoot.

A solitary figure materialized in your wavering vision, tall and slender and utterly implacable in its stillness. The slight furrow of consternation marring the alabaster brow, the flicker of pale emerald eyes assessing every agonized tremor wracking your frame...

Ulquiorra.

You wanted to recoil from the scathing condemnation lurking in those viridian depths, the unspoken accusation of 'I warned you of this' blazing in his frigid regard. But you could summon neither the strength nor the will to offer even the barest syllable of protest.

As if sensing the very limits of your depleted state, Ulquiorra seemed to gather the tattered vestiges of his composure, those chiseled features settling once more into an impervious mask of indifference. Yet despite that, you could have sworn you detected the faintest undercurrent of... something churning behind those depthless jade pools.

Something like realization – a dawning epiphany that this, at last, was the breaking point against which your spirit would finally shatter.

When he spoke, it was with a weighted, implacable finality – the barest hint of cruel satisfaction underlying the chill monotone of his voice.

"You understand now, do you not?" The words seemed to flutter against the tattered ribbons of your consciousness like spectral moths. "How utterly futile all those cloying little 'human needs' truly are? Your desires for compassion, for hope..." A muscle ticked in his jaw. "For... light."

He seemed to savor those last few syllables, allowing the weight of their implication to fully resonate as he assessed you with a hunger that chilled you to your core. Your mouth worked wordlessly, lips parting on an impotent recitation of denial that was little more than a tremulous rasp of wasted air.

And suddenly, it was as if that infinitesimal push-back against his condemnation catalyzed some reaction in Ulquiorra. A tremor rippled across his features – there and gone again before you could decipher its precise nature. One moment the consummate embodiment of cold detachment, and the next...

You drew a shuddering gasp as his pallid hand unexpectedly materialized before your face, the very tips of those calloused fingers alighting against the swell of your cheek with ethereal delicacy. Before you could fully process the shock of his touch, Ulquiorra had extended his thumb, brushing away the stray tear-tracks that carved glistening rivulets down your hollow cheek.

It was too much – that singular, infinitely tender gesture amid the hellish torment. A broken whimper escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to withstand the maelstrom of emotion that single feather-light caress had unleashed.

Just as quickly as the momentary lapse in Ulquiorra's composure had come, it dissipated, cast aside in favor of implacable resolve once more. You could hear the susurrus of his robes shifting as he straightened to his full height, sense the weight of his regard like a brand of purgatorial jade searing into the very core of your being.

"Cling to your human sentiments if you wish, woman," he stated, the venom in his voice almost palpable. "But know that they are the anchors which bind you to your inevitable suffering."

With those parting words echoing in the shell of your shattered consciousness, Ulquiorra turned on his heel and swept from the chamber, leaving you alone with the resonance of your own anguished sobs as counterpoint to the tolling bell of realization in your mind:

The truth was inescapable and absolute – the solace you so desperately craved, the light that had briefly warmed your dying ember of hope...

It was nothing more than a fleeting illusion. A pretty lie designed to placate you until Aizen's ends were finally achieved.

And in having that veil torn asunder, you were now cast adrift in the gnawing emptiness and isolation your captor had warned you of from the start.

Hollow.

Helpless.

Nothing.

The endless cycle of solitude and isolation had gradually sapped away any remaining vestiges of hope, of defiance within you. Day after day, trapped in the stifling confines of your cell with naught but the echoes of your own thoughts for company, you felt yourself growing numb – ossifying into the very personification of hollow nothingness Ulquiorra had warned you about.

So when the grind of the cell door echoed through the stillness that day, you barely registered it at first. Didn't even bother lifting your head from where it lolled limply against your shoulder. After the bone-deep torment of Szayel's "assessments," combined with the seemingly infinite stretch of abandonment that followed, very little could rouse you from the protective cocoon of apathy you'd spun.

Which was why you didn't so much as flinch when a rough hand suddenly fisted in the tattered fabric of your shirt, bodily hauling you aloft until your toes barely scraped the floor. It was only when a familiar, mocking baritone sneered in your ear that you slowly blinked your eyes open.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" Nnoitra's breath was hot and sour against the side of your face as he leered at you with undisguised malice. "The trash even Aizen didn't want in the end."

You stared at him without comprehension, too drained and hollow to even muster a reaction to his taunts. Something about your silent, empty-eyed appraisal must have rankled the towering Espada, for his sneer twisted into a contemptuous snarl.

"The mighty Lord Aizen is done with his little experiments on you, bitch," he hissed, giving your shirt a vicious shake that made your head loll bonelessly. "Which means you're fair game for the rest of us now. Let's see if we can't get a rise out of that dead gaze, hmm?"

"Nnoitra..."

The low, dangerous rasp of that familiar baritone cut through the charged tension like a scythe, sending an involuntary shiver lancing down your spine. You didn't need to look to know who had spoken – you could taste the scorching tang of Ulquiorra's spiritual pressure in the air, as potent and intoxicating as a raging inferno.

Slowly, almost lazily, Nnoitra turned his head, his mocking leer morphing into a rictus sneer as he regarded the Cuatro Espada framed in the threshold.

"Well, if it isn't Lord Aizen's favorite little bitch," he sneered, not even bothering to conceal the belligerent edge to his words. "Come to stake your claim on the trash?"

Ulquiorra's only response was a subtle dilation of his nostrils, a minute betrayal of the tightly leashed rage simmering beneath that placid veneer. When he spoke again, his tone was soft and even – yet somehow more dangerous for its eerie placidity.

"Release her," he intoned with quiet finality. "Now."

Nnoitra barked out a harsh guffaw, shaking his head in open defiance as he gave you another contemptuous shake. "And just why the hell would I listen to one of Aizen's dogs?"

His mocking grin widened as he dragged you closer, his free hand lancing out to fist in your hair and yank your head back in a painful arc. "Seeing as how Lord Aizen has clearly tired of his little pet project here..."

The world seemed to still in the wake of that bald provocation, the air itself holding its breath in anticipation of Ulquiorra's response. For a beat, the Cuatro Espada remained utterly motionless. Then, in a flicker of displaced air and static crackle, he had bridged the distance between you, one hand clamped around Nnoitra's wrist in an iron vise.

"You dare challenge me, insect?" The words were silk over serrated steel as Ulquiorra's gaze bored into Nnoitra with all the intensity of a dying star. "You, who are not even fit to lick the dust from Aizen-sama's boots?"

You could practically taste Nnoitra's fear as he faltered under that withering emerald glare, his grip instinctively slackening even as his mouth opened to bluster another retort. But Ulquiorra was having none of it. With a contemptuous flick of his wrist, he sent the other Espada staggering back, his crushing hold on your hair and shirt finally breaking.

You dropped like a broken marionette, crumpling in a disheveled heap upon the cold tiles. Even the harsh impact barely registered – merely more pain atop an existence of unremitting torment. Dimly, you were aware of Nnoitra's retreat, of Ulquiorra's imposing silhouette looming above you as he surveyed you with that same indecipherable intensity that had once roused such tumultuous emotion.

But now, in the wake of all you had endured, even the Cuatro Espada's piercing regard left you unmoved, as hollow and barren as the endless dunes of Hueco Mundo itself.

It was only when he crouched before you, his pallid features rendered all the more stark and otherworldly in the wan glow of your cell's lighting, that you saw the faintest flicker of...something pass behind those depthless jade pools.

Something almost like realization.

"So this is what has become of you," Ulquiorra murmured, and for the first time since you had known him, there was a perceptible undercurrent woven through those inflectionless tones – the barest tremor of something hovering on the precipice between disappointment and... something else, something you lacked the vitality to decipher.

As his eyes bored unblinkingly into yours, he was suddenly, viscerally reminded of that night when he’d watched over you with such utterly dispassionate scrutiny. Back when you had been vibrant and dancing with your feline companion without a care for the darkness lurking beyond the threshold.

That felt like another lifetime now – another existence entirely, separate and infinitely removed from the shattered, hollowed-out husk you had ultimately become. But for Ulquiorra, it was clearly an image seared into the immutable forge of his memory.

As the weight of that contrasting recollection seemed to reverberate in his mind, you saw the muscle tick once, almost imperceptibly in Ulquiorra's jaw. A hairline fracture marring that otherwise unshakable mask, betraying the stirrings of some deeply buried impetus within.

Then, just as quickly, the moment passed, and the Cuatro Espada rose fluidly to his feet once more, his expression hardening into its customary indifferent blankness.

"You will be relocated to alternative quarters," he stated in a tone that brooked no argument. "Away from the distractions and... interferences of others."

With that enigmatic pronouncement hanging like a death knell in the weighted silence, Ulquiorra turned on his heel and swept from your cell, leaving you to ponder the disturbing sense that something irrevocable had just shifted between you – a hairline fracture spreading slowly, inexorably outward as the facade began to crumble.

Another day crawled by in that same suffocating miasma of hollow emptiness. You remained where Ulquiorra had left you, crumpled in an unmoving heap upon the cold tiles - apathetic and unresponsive to the world around you.

The grind of the cell door opening should have roused you, if only minutely. But you didn't so much as twitch a muscle, simply staring ahead with that same dead, empty-eyed gaze that seemed to horrify and fascinate Ulquiorra in equal measure.

It was only when his measured footfalls reverberated against the stones, drawing nearer with that customary, predatory grace, that you became aware of something...different about his presence this time. A subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if the air itself had taken on a peculiar, almost warm vitality.

Finally, after what felt like an eon of weighted silence, Ulquiorra crouched before you, his pale features rendered all the more striking in the dim glow suffusing your new quarters. For a long moment, he simply studied you, those depthless emerald pools boring into you with an intensity that should have cowed you into submission.

But your defenses remained eroded to mere driftwood in the wake of your torment. You met his stare with all the hollowness of the realm around you, numb to even his most searing scrutiny.

Then, something shifted behind Ulquiorra's impervious mask - a fleeting micro-expression that creased the severe line of his brow and caused his nostrils to flare infinitesimally. Almost as if he were bracing himself for...

With a deft flick of his wrist, the Espada produced something from behind the billowing folds of his coattails, holding it forth in one proffered hand. At first, it was difficult to make out the form - just a small, bundled shape radiating warmth and familiar vitality that seemed almost luridly vibrant amid the muted grays and whites of Hueco Mundo.

But as realization dawned, a hairline fracture threaded its way through the impenetrable fortress of your apathy, leaving you staring at Ulquiorra and the small bundle of ginger fur held protectively in his grasp.

It was your cat - the feline companion you had so cherished and danced with on that fateful night before Ulquiorra's arrival tore your world asunder. Somehow, seemingly against all odds, the little furball had found its way to the desolate realm of Hueco Mundo.

And in that moment, something within you stirred to wakefulness with an almost painful intensity.

You drew in a sharp, juddering breath, lips parting in utter incomprehension as your eyes bored into Ulquiorra with desperate, fervent disbelief. Up close, you could see the measured rise and fall of the Espada's chest, the slight sheen of exertion beading across his alabaster brow as his burning regard remained locked with yours.

No words were exchanged in that fragile, crystalline stillness that stretched between you. But then, before your tattered, hollow consciousness could fully process this jarring intrusion of life amidst the bleakness, you were moving - raw instinct taking over as you shakily pushed yourself up onto your knees and reached out with trembling hands.

Ulquiorra remained utterly motionless as you bridged the scant distance between you, your fingers curling into the thick pelt of your pet's familiar form. You could feel the steady beat of its tiny heart quickening ever so slightly at your touch, sense the curious flick of its sandpaper tongue against your fingertips.

It should have been a moment of fleeting solace, of tentative hope rekindled in the wake of your despair. But as that first frisson of warmth blossomed in your hollow chest, something else took root alongside it - something desperate and primal and hopelessly, recklessly human.

A choked sound hitched in the back of your throat as you all but threw yourself forward, arms encircling Ulquiorra's lanky form as your face buried into the hollow of his throat with bone-crushing intensity. You distantly registered the way his body locked up, every tendon and sinew going rigid in the wake of your impulsive embrace - but you couldn't muster even a scintilla of shame or contrition.

Instead, you simply poured every ounce of anguished gratitude, fervid disbelief, and unspoken yearning into that singular gesture. A strangled sob escaped your lips as your fingers dug into the unyielding musculature of Ulquiorra's back, clinging to him as if he were the only lifeline in a vast, unforgiving sea.

For an eternity suspended between heartbeats, the two of you remained like statues locked in that bizarrely intimate clinch. Then, with the barest perceptible tremor, you felt the rigidity in Ulquiorra's frame begin to incrementally subside as he simply...allowed the encirclement of your arms.

Still, he made no move to reciprocate or dislodge you. He was simply there - a marble monolith enduring the roiling tides of your naked desperation as they broke over him like dolorous waves. And you lost yourself in the rhythm of his steadfast presence, of the solidity of his form pressed flush against you.

Only when the first mewling mewls issued from the bundled fur nestled between your bodies did you finally rouse yourself, drawing back with a tremulous breath. You were gratified to find the barest hint of bewildered consternation flickering in Ulquiorra's gaze as you met it - a fleeting deviation from his usually implacable composure.

But before you could open your mouth, before you could hope to encapsulate the depths of feeling roiling within you in mere words, Ulquiorra's slender fingers ghosted against the nape of your neck, effectively muting any utterance on your lips.

The infinitesimal contact made you shudder - a full-body tremor ripping through your still-shaking frame. And as the Cuatro Espada held your gaze with all the weight of a lodestone, you found yourself hopelessly, inescapably transfixed - suspended between damnation and deliverance, with no compass to guide you.

Then, with a twitch of those long digits and the barest whisper of displaced air, Ulquiorra was simply...gone. Leaving you bereft and swaying on your knees, the ginger feline nestled in the hollow between your arms the only evidence that anything had transpired beyond another fleeting mirage in the maddening wasteland of Las Noches.

[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

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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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[your-local-hollow-lover]

Hi!!! Could you please write a hc about Grimmjow, ulquiorra and Shinji if that’s alright with a s/o who’s very affectionate and loves to touch them like rub their cheeks or just hold them randomly

my fave babies!!!

Grimmjow would be surprisingly ok with it as long as you don't go as far as embarrassing him in public. He doesn't like when you pinch his cheeks and will most likely slap your hand away- However, embracing and cuddling is cool with him!

Ulquiorra stays still and lets you be until it's too much for him to handle. He moves away in his usual parsimonious way. Ulquiorrra enjoys pda most when you subtly touch his leg with yours when sitting beside him. It's intimate and subtle enough not to make him itch.

Shinji: This bitch thrives with your love. Shinji would skip some Captain duties to lay his head over Your legs while listening to music. He'll allow you to squeeze his cheeks as long as you wish! PDA? For sure! He's a generally loving partner who's into sharing love in any way you're comfy! 10/10 *chef kiss*

[suvidrache]

Bleach Relationship Headcanons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 311 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Featuring: Nnoitra Gilga, Shūhei Hisagi, and Ulquiorra Cifer.

Nnoitra Gilga, a person who everyone can assume would never find love. He was incapable of it. He only cares about himself. How could someone love someone like him?

He wasn't the best by any means, but you loved him, and you weren't willing to give up on him. You are his first ever relationship. He is selfish and prefers to receive rather than give. He doesn't like PDA. At home, he is similar to a cat. He likes attention and affection, but only when he wants it. As time goes on, he begins to warm up a little. He'll give you more attention and affection. If someone hurts you, he won't hesitate to hurt the one who hurt you.

Ulquiorra Cifer has no clue what a relationship is. You like him? How nice. Wait, why? Questions everything. It may get annoying, but he genuinely doesn't understand. He is pretty okay with anything that goes on as long as you answer his questions and explain things. He won't be the first to initiate affection until a few months to a few years after you are together. He may seem emotionless, but as time goes on, he begins to ask things: “What is this thumping feeling inside my chest? The thumping is harder when you touch me. I don't dislike the feeling of you, but the feeling in my chest. I don't understand.”

Shūhei, immediate nose bleed. It's the obvious sign that he likes you. Now you're in a relationship? He's lucky to have you. Despite how much he talks, he is quite shy and may pass out depending on the situation. He doesn't mind PDA. However, he might have a nosebleed, or he'll be as red as a tomato. As time goes on, he gets a little better about being around you. Very rarely do you ever hear the word no.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

Tag List: @eli-chris, @stygianoir, @dahlias-love, @lazyboikat

[katsuma6]

szayel, byakuya, gin, and ulquiorra reacting to y/n texting them pictures of suits they think the boys would look good in ?

Texting Bleach men pictures of suits they would look good in! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ft: Szayel, Byakuya, Gin, and Ulquiorra.

[i-might-write]

Ulquiorra: touch

Fandom: Bleach

Ulquiorra isn't used to being touched. He doesn't crave it, doesn't encourage it, doesn't think about it ever being a possibility outside of combat.

To be touched without malice and without pain is a foreign concept to him.

The first time you take his hand, Ulquiorra stopped whatever he's been doing and looked at you in confusion.

His skin is smooth and a little colder than you'd expect, but not unpleasant to the touch. It lacks any of the tiny imperfections that would make it more human-like.

On the very few occasions when he allowed you to take off his jacket, you were amazed by how much he resembled a marble statue. Brushing your hand over the milky white, smooth surface and over every tensed up muscle was an intoxicating experience.

It takes Ulquiorra some time to feel close enough to you to allow you more skin contact, although he still remained confused by the reasons why you insisted on touching him. He'd often stare at you blankly but without anger, when you brushed his hand or touched his face.

Ulquiorra acts as if he's indifferent to your touch, but as time goes on, you'd notice small changes in his behavior, like him standing closer to you than the others. He'd sometimes lean his face in your direction when talking, as if he wanted his hair to fall over his eyes and make you fix them.

His hair has a strange texture, like something between a silky spider web and an artificial doll's hair. It runs between your fingers like water, but has a strange strength to it. It fascinated you, and that sight made Ulquiorra feel something strange deep in his chest. You didn't notice at first how he remained completely still while you contemplated the secret of his hair and ran your hands through it, happy that he didn't immediately tell you to quit it.

Ulquiorra would never mention that he somehow-apparently-kind of enjoyed that experience, but there would be signs.

He isn't the kind of person that would openly talk about his growing fondness of being touched, but he would slowly stop avoiding it whenever you initiated.

It would take Ulquiorra a long time, but his confusion would eventually turn into acceptance and then into fondness.

[sashi-ya]

霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬. part one 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. by sashi-ya 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 | 𝐆𝐈𝐍 | 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 | 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀

tw: NSFW. personal hdcs about his reactions when being caught by you while masturbating. Ulquiorra is slightly different, you teach him what it means to jerk off // wc: ~ 1k // masterlist // tag list: @stygianoir @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon @ilibili @jin-supremacy01 // colab with @the-witch-of-one-piece

➡ 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

You either run for your life or be prepared to get fucked, hard. No in between.  You might spill the tea, literally, over the platter that you have carried from the kitchen to his own throne at Las Noches. You never thought Aizen would be the type of man that would succumb to carnal desires to the point of touching himself to get some relief… but even Gods have needs. His cheeks are red, the lock falling over his face a little wet from sweat, he holds a sexy smirk with eyes closed while a hard shaft, slightly purple on the tip, keeps spurting precum. “Oh… Ai-Aizen-sama!” the sound of the porcelain breaking in a million pieces and his sharp pupils fixed on yours. “Dear (Name)… you have two options, and I’m sure you are intelligent enough to choose the correct one…” he mumbles, showing you exactly what it’s best for you… and of course, that is, kneeling down.

➡ 𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔

There are almost zero things that shame Gin. Jerking off is of course not one of those. However, there is always something that can change us… His silver hair reflects the half moonshine of an eternal night, an almost non-existent breeze of Hueco Mundo kisses his cheeks.

Gin loves to enjoy his own body freely, looking at the endless hills of such dark place to be. His slender, snake like fingers play with his sex. He starts slowly, with a relaxed smile. Whenever he is alone, he allows himself not to smile, not to fake it all. Gin is able to be himself, only, perhaps, during those nights where he misses you, your body, your soul.

“Gin… you didn’t wait for me?” you ask, scaring the argentum haired man, his paler complexion becoming red.

“What? What are you doing here?” he asks, this time, ashamed of being caught in such intimate moment for the very first time in his life.

You walk towards him, dressed in white. No more black shihakusho covering your body. You are one of them, now.  “Life away from you is no life. I see you couldn’t wait for me… I couldn’t either” you smile, so in love with his ice eyes now getting wet from tears and his lips trembling.

You crunch in front of him, a kiss on the tip of his tiny nose and your hands over his. “You won’t need your hands now, use them to touch my body, Gin” “Yes…”

➡ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 Soft moans coming from his office, your curiosity winning… but, weren’t you taught the curiosity killed the cat?

Sliding like a snake, slowly and steadily, you peak throw the little indentation of the door. A man so serious that was now lost in the pleasures of lust.

His hand goes up and down, but its his thumb the one who works the hardest over the base of his tip. His hakama is on the floor, his upper part tucked under his chin probably not to stain the black fabric with pre and cum. He is sitting on his big chair, right foot over it, his back against the left armrest. Like a true God indulging in self-love.

His pale chest and belly go up and down as orgasm approaches, his soft whines include words you aren’t sure what they mean… but one thing is for sure, your name is there, and you can’t help but yelp. So amazed you are you end up opening the door. Standing right before him, you bite your lip.

Byakuya’s haste breathing mixing with yours, your mind fogged by need, by your name breathed with such lewdness from him. “You called me, Taicho? I can help you” you whisper, untying your uniform.

He spasms, his eyebrows almost joining in the centre, his blue eyes wide open, his lips too. Byakuya soon nods, absolutely absorbed in pure lust. “Let me finish this for you, Kuchiki Taicho ~”

➡ 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 “What’s masturbating, (Name)? I couldn’t find any information in the books of Aizen-sama” the bat boy asks you while sipping his tea. A tea that you were also drinking but that you end up spitting while sitting over his white couch.

The question startled you, but a devilishly smirk soon draws on your face.

“Where did you learn that word, Ulquiorra?” you ask, curious so ready to give him a detailed lesson on what jerking off is. “Nnoitra asked me if I did that thinking of you at night. I told him I didn’t, and then he said I should”

You blink a few times, Nnoitra finally became useful for something. “See… I can show you if you want me to, you can tell me whenever you want me to stop” you inform him, you don’t really want to take advantage of his ignorance in the topic… or maybe you do.

Ulquiorra puts down his cup and stands up, you bite your lips in excitement. For how long you have wanted to touch his pale skin, the bumps of his protruding pelvic bones. You invite him to sit in between your legs, and lay his back against your chest. “For this I will need to untie your pants, is that ok?” you ask.

“Sure, I don’t care about that “decency” humans say they have”  

Freed his sex, you gawk. It’s way bigger than you would have thought for his skinny constitution. “Uh… you are hard already?” you whisper in his ear, your breath playing with the soft black strands of his hair.

“It always happens when you are around… I thought it was normal when you took a liking in certain individuals” he whispers back, his low voice makes you instantly round his sex with your fingers. It’s throbbing and warm, and his tip is also wet.

“It does…? Well, that’s what we call arousal. It happens to me, too. Don’t you feel the need of releasing all that tension?” you ask, as your chin rests on his bony shoulder and you begin to pump his dick, slowly and precisely.

A subtle “ngh”  escapes his black lips, he is clueless but his eyes go from green orbs to total white. You smile, it’s cute the way he squirms to your touch. His round cheek demands to be kissed, and you do.

“Is this- um…mhj… masturbation?” he asks, in between moans. “This is masturbation, yes. You like it? It’s meant to be done by yourself too, give me your hand” you command, placing your palm over his slender fingers.

The cuarta espada allows you to guide him, something it also surprises you. But, Ulquiorra is lost in pleasure, and he is for the very first time experiencing something he can both feel and see, a nihilism crushed by lewdness and need…

“Show me everything, and more. I wanna see…” “This all about feeling, Ulquiorra-sama…”

[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.

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Masterlist

Hi! I've decided to try and participate in Kinktober this year! I'm so excited to write all of these. I'll update this master list as I publish these works.

I'll mostly be writing for Bleach, but I also be writing for Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen!

Masterlist

Day 1: Love bites (Gin Ichimaru x reader)

Day 2: Thigh riding (Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader)

Day 3: Public sex (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 4: Cockwarming (Jushiro Ukitake x female reader)

Day 5: Spanking (Shinji Hirako x female reader)

Day 6: Toys (Kisuke Urahara x female reader)

Day 7: Choking (Kenpachi Zaraki x male reader)

Day 8: Pegging (Renji Abarai x female reader)

Day 9: Threesome (Jushiro x Shunsui x female reader)

Day 10: Shower Sex (Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 11: Overstimulation ( Tōshirō Hitsugaya x female reader)

Day 12: Mirror sex (Ryuken Ishida x female reader)

Day 13: Shower sex (Ulquiorra Cifer x female reader)

Day 14: Begging (Nnoitra Gilga x female reader)

Day 15: Riding (Coyote Starrk x female reader)

Day 16: Edging (Byakuya Kuchiki x female reader)

Day 17: Size kink +choking + aphrodisiac (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 18: Face sitting (Isshin Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 19: Hate sex (Kensei Muguruma x female reader)

Day 20: Love bites + overstimulation (Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x female reader)

Day 21: Squirting (As Nodt x female reader)

Day 22: Praise kink (Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader)

Day 23: Sleepy sex (Jushiro Ukitake x male reader)

Day 24: Oral, f! receiving (Shuhei Hisagi x female reader)

Day 25: Edging + mirror sex (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 26: Daddy kink (Ryuken Ishida x female reader)

Day 27: Soft sex (Jugram Haschwalth x female reader)

Day 28: Rope bunny (Uryu Ishida x male reader)

Day 29: Blindfolded (Ikkaku Madarame x female reader)

Day 30: Soft sex (Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 31: Rough sex + daddy kink (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Extras:

Sensation kink (Shūsuke Amagai x female reader)

Love in the Dark part 2 (Kisuke Urahara x female reader)

I may or may not have forgotten about my Love in the Dark series with Kisuke Urahara, so don't worry pt 2 of that will be coming out on any one of these 31 days, don't miss it! <3

[thithesandofferings]

Title: “Force Fed” Ulquiorra x Reader: Synopsis : You may be trapped, but its uncouth of you not to eat your food. So if you don’t want to eat, then Ulquiorra will find something to force down your throat, whether you like it or not. Tags: Throat fucking, Captivity, Degradation, Dom!Ulquiorra, Tying up, Dub-con.  “Word of the day is ‘Soup’ A/N: I was gonna post this yesterday, but tumblr said no so- anyways heres my brainrot for the man.

Kinktober Masterlist

Being a piece of furniture is not how you thought you’d imagine how captivity would go. Hankered down with cloth ties installed into the floor, makes the skin rub the wrong way if you wiggle slightly. Also gets a tsk from your green-eyed captor if you do move too much.

Ulquiorra, you think he said.

"Open your mouth" The dark tone brook no argument and yet you still refused. Huffing and trying to move away from him. Emerald eyes stared at you blankly, hand not moving from where he was trying to shove- what is that? soup? into your unwilling mouth.

"If I have to tell you again, I will hold your mouth open, and force it down your throat. Please be wise to understand that you are simply at a disadvantage." His pale skin darkened slightly, the only thing showing his annoyance at your disobedience.

He did not have time for brattiness. Though he's slow to admit that he likes how bratty you could be. How, even in your captivity, you're not afraid to speak your mind. There is a ghost of elation, knowing that he will shut your up soon enough.

"Im not eating the fucking soup" you say to him. And there is a pause. A sigh- as if you've bothered him, crosses through the air.

There is a split second and you think, maybe he won’t feed you the soup- but the thought is quickly stomped when you feel cold fingers grip the middle of your hair and pull. It’s so fast that you dont have time to brace yourself when your head is snatched back and there are finger flavored soup wiggling their way down your throat.

"Thats it," Ulquiorras voice is bland enough that it comes out as an insult then a coo. But he means it. Despite you choking and coughing, the inside of your mouth is squeezing his fingers together- cleaning them off.

He likes the direction that this is going. The path where you listen.

"Since you're not going to eat the soup. Then there are better ways to make sure you are fed properly" The sentence is murmured, and you hear the telltale sign of shuffling before you panic and try to move away.

The chains shackled on your wrist keep you from moving far, though you doubt you could move away from your captor if you tried. You briefly saw the hard, ridged muscle carved into his alabaster thighs. That alone does not in fact make your thighs clench and throat dry.

Stupid to say how much you want him. Even if he's a little cold- he's taken care of you ever since he's taken you. You are aware that you probably have Stockholm syndrome- but you are also aware that you don’t have anyone outside of this, so really why not?

Theres a light smack on your cheek that gets your attention. Apparently, you had been staring at his hard cock as you spaced out.  You think it’s very pretty. Thick and pale with a burgeoning red tip, a teardrop waiting to spill down his velvety head has you wanting to lick it before it can be shared with anything else.

The heat on your face only increases when he slides his tip against your outside cheek, rubbing against the tears mockingly.

"To add flavor" he says, as he drags it against your soaked eyelids.

He stares at you, monotonous eyes staring at you expectantly.

You know if you don’t want to be punished- or maybe even die, so with lips cracking at the edges from disuse, you open your mouth.

Ulquiorra inches his cock into your mouth slowly, savoring the additional wet heat placed on his leaking head. He won’t have a problem moving, there’s enough pre to slide down the full shaft and into soaked heat.

When he grabs your head with both his hands, you don’t expect him to go slow. Silently huffing as he slowly thrusts his pale hips back and forth. Ignoring your gagging in favor of pushing in deeper into your throat. You're losing air quickly and you realize that you need to relax so that you can breathe.

"Yes" the words are gasped, and in this you find a tiny bit of pleasure unfurling into your stomach. To think you can take down an Espada, just like this. Makes you bob your head faster on his thicker length, happily moaning around the base when he forces you down.

He seems to sense the cockiness emanating off you and there’s a ghost of a grin from him. Makes him push his hips forward and more quicky, making sure his balls smack your chin over and over- smelling your immediate discontentment. Bringing him closer to coming.

"Don’t worry. This is how i'll fuck you too. No need to feel pride when you're absolutely helpless." The thought of him fucking you, forcing you to take his cock- has you careening into a surprise orgasm. It catches you completely of guard- choking down on his length as it crashes into you, but it gives a little piece of peace as you hear him huffing through the stimulation.

You're dazed again when he rips his cock out, humming and tapping on your fucked out face to get your attention.

"I'm not done feeding you. Though I suppose I can put you somewhere that is amendable to your comfort. You won’t be moving for a time."

[talesofthehollow]

"temptation" by Luluko . on INPRNT