#Ulquiorra x you

[pfpanimes]

⌕ bleach - ulquiorra.

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[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 . . .

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[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.}"

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[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.

[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.

[pin-k-ink]

IN THE ABSENCE OF A HEART ⋆✦⋆ ulquiorra schiffer

synopsis ➸ kidnapped as aizen's backup plan, you’re left with only hours before his scheme reduces you to an empty shell. ulquiorra, who’s visited you more than he should, finally admits you’ve been on his mind. when he asks how you’d like to spend your last moments, you make a request neither of you expected.

tags ➸ angst, bittersweet ending, mutual pining, mentions of violènce and deàth, soft sèx (as soft as i can make it for someone like him), mild body worship, unprotected séx, nìpple play, fingéring, beggìng, dírty tàlking, manhàndling, bitíng

wc ➸ 7.3k

The heavy clang of the cell door opening instantly put you on alert. You lifted your gaze from the small book you'd been reading, only to find Ulquiorra's pale form filling the entryway as usual.

"Don't you knock?" You asked dryly, not bothering to rise from your seated position on the cot.

Ulquiorra simply stared at you for a moment before stepping inside, the door grinding shut behind him with a clang of finality. There was no pretense of rounds or duties to mask his presence here today - he'd come for you alone, and you both knew it.

"My apologies," he said at last in that toneless baritone of his. "I didn't realize simple curtesies were a priority for you anymore."

You scoffed lightly at the obvious dig, shaking your head. "Nothing's a priority for me these days, Espada. Figured you'd have worked that out by now."

Ulquiorra didn't respond right away, just stood there studying you with that piercing green stare of his. You refused to squirm under the scrutiny, meeting his gaze steadily.

An odd tension hung in the air - different from the usual verbal sparring you two engaged in. Like Ulquiorra had sought you out for reasons beyond trying to philosophically dissect you this time.

"You seem...off today," you commented after the weighted silence stretched on. "Everything okay in your sterile palace of nihilism, or what?"

A muscle ticked almost imperceptibly in Ulquiorra's jaw at your words. That ever-present curiosity flickered behind his eyes, though whether about your observation or simply studying you remained unclear.

"I wouldn't say 'off' is the right descriptor," he said carefully after a moment. "Perhaps...preoccupied with certain lingering questions as of late."

Your brow arched slightly. Well, that was unusually candid for the normally taciturn Espada. "Oh yeah? Don't tell me the great Ulquiorra Schiffer's been losing sleep pondering the secrets of the universe or whatever."

Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed fractionally in what might have been annoyance - or maybe you were just projecting. "Not the universe's secrets, no. But there's a strange issue that has come up recently, one I've had trouble fully understanding or categorizing."

Despite his formal speech patterns, you could detect the tiniest hints of almost human uncertainty lacing his words. It was enough to spike your interest past the usual deflections and sarcasm.

"An issue, huh?" You echoed, studying him thoughtfully. "That why you've been haunting my doorstep more often lately? Come to inspect your glorified specimen up close again?"

A tense beat of silence passed between you. Then, meeting your stare directly, Ulquiorra replied in an uncharacteristically flat tone.

"...Partially."

The word hung in the air like a lead weight dropping between you. For some reason, you couldn't seem to find any snark or sarcasm to lob back at him - just felt the hairs prickling along your nape as an odd sort of tension swirled in your chest.

Ulquiorra seemed to pick up on the shift in energy as well because he took a few measured steps closer until he loomed above you on the cot, stare smoldering intensely.

"Tell me, woman..." he murmured in that low, husky rasp of his that you'd never admit made you shiver. "When you're unexpectedly drawn to focus on something new in your quiet moments... what drives someone like you to keep looking into it so persistently?"

You swallowed thickly, having to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact with how close he'd come to tower over you. Up this close, you could make out every chiseled ridge of Ulquiorra's features - the pale sweep of his cheekbones and aristocratic jawline, the gemstone intensity of his eyes framed by those shocking dark lashes.

"I don't know," you admitted at last, forcing the words past your dry throat honestly for once. "I guess...I can't really help being drawn to things that unsettle me. Make me question my perceptions and ask for new perspectives, even about shit I swore up and down I had figured out ages ago."

Ulquiorra held your stare for several beats, eyes flickering between yours as if deciphering some hidden meaning. Then, slowly, he reached out and traced the calloused pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. The contact lasted barely a heartbeat, but everywhere his skin brushed yours felt seared with electricity.

"I see..." was all he murmured, emerald irises glittering with unspoken implications that simultaneously thrilled and terrified you deep down. "Then perhaps we are not as different as I thought after all...you and I."

The sudden shift in energy between you was palpable, electrifying the air until each shallow inhale made your lungs ache. Instinctively, you found yourself leaning ever so infinitesimally into Ulquiorra's looming presence until you could feel the faint chill radiating off his pale form.

"What are you saying?" you rasped out in a whisper, too scared to break this spellbound tension that had settled over you both.

Ulquiorra didn't respond at first, only held your trembling stare with a palpable intensity you'd never witnessed from him before. Then, in a voice barely above a rumbling murmur, he uttered the last words you ever expected to hear from a being like him.

"I believe I may have become...distracted from my purpose here lately. In ways I've found...unsettling."

His pale features were utterly impassive as always. And yet his cryptic words, coupled with the subtle smolder of his half-lidded stare, embedded an implication you couldn't ignore. One that spoke of boundaries blurring and lines being crossed, whether he truly intended them or not.

The tension stretched on in that small cell, saturating the air with a weight you could practically taste on your tongue. Part of you desperately wanted to break the moment, to deflect with a sarcastic quip or sardonic remark as usual. But something deeper compelled you to hold Ulquiorra's gaze, to let the precarious energy swirling between you both intensify and take shape without interruption.

"What exactly have you grown...distracted from, Ulquiorra?" You heard yourself ask, proud of how steady your voice emerged despite the thundering of your pulse.

The Espada held you pinned beneath that searingly emerald stare a moment longer before slowly withdrawing a few paces, as if needing to put space between your bodies to regain his mental footing. You tried not to dwell on the fleeting sense of loss that attempted to curl in your gut at the expanded distance.

"My purpose," he replied evenly, though you detected the faintest undercurrent of...something roiling beneath that toneless delivery. Almost like an edge of uncertainty he refused to give voice to just yet. "My role as Lord Aizen's most resolute servant and extension of his dominion over this realm."

You arched a brow slightly, studying Ulquiorra as he seemed to gather his thoughts with precise, careful movements - like a sculptor chiseling words from unforgiving stone.

"I understand that ignoring personal matters and focusing only on my duties should be... a fairly simple task for someone like me," he continued in that deep baritone that somehow made each syllable caress over your nerves like velvet. "And yet you, woman, have become a...complication I cannot so easily dismiss or ignore any longer."

The weight of his words settled over you anew, their full meaning seeming to resonate through your very marrow with bone-deep comprehension. You suddenly felt laid bare beneath Ulquiorra's piercing regard, as if he could somehow intuit every stray thought or guilty indulgence you'd grappled with concerning him these past weeks.

More than that, you realized he felt similarly exposed for likely the first time in his existence - grappling with some unnamed current sweeping him towards uncharted waters despite his usual implacable self-discipline.

"You've somehow become a distraction in ways I can't fully understand or explain," Ulquiorra admitted stiffly, as if the words tasted bitter on his tongue. "Your disregard for self-preservation, this dark nihilism you wrap yourself in... it’s something that, by all logic, should have become bleak to me by now. But instead, the opposite has happened."

He fixed you with that vivid stare once more with clear challenge burning behind each syllable, as if daring you to deny what existed here between you - this precarious precipice you both now teetered upon.

"Do you understand what I'm confessing here, woman?" His voice dropped to a husky rasp that curled delicious tendrils of warmth through your core. "That you've managed to...settle beneath my surface in ways no other could, despite your seeming inferiority?"

You held Ulquiorra's burning stare unflinchingly, feeling the weight of his unspoken confession reverberate through every fiber of your being. Part of you wanted to deflect, to retreat back behind your usual armor of sarcasm and indifference. But another part - one you didn't fully understand - yearned to let this charged tension build unchecked.

"I understand," you repeated, relishing the way his piercing gaze seemed to bore straight through you at the simple affirmation.

Rather than responding directly, Ulquiorra studied you in that unblinking, eerily intense way of his. You could practically see the thoughts churning behind those vivid emerald irises as he parsed your acknowledgement.

Feeling uncharacteristically emboldened, you allowed the faintest hint of a smirk to curve your lips. "What, no snarky quip about how your superior Espada mind shouldn't be so easily...distracted?"

Something flickered in Ulquiorra's eyes at your teasing lilt. You didn't miss the almost imperceptible clench of his jaw - the only visible crack in his impeccable mask of composure. Holding his heated stare, you slowly dragged the tip of your tongue along your lower lip, watching him closely for any reaction.

The slightest dilation of his pupils was your only reward, but it still felt like a victory against the Espada's legendary aloofness. Ulquiorra held himself rigidly, almost as if bracing against the sultry undercurrents now simmering in the scant space between your bodies.

"I am not so prideful as to pretend indifference where it no longer applies," he said at last, voice gone husky in a way that raised delicious prickles along your nape. "Acknowledging unconventional...circumstances does not inherently make one weak."

You hummed softly in response, fighting a shiver as Ulquiorra's hypnotic gaze traced the delicate curve of your throat in an unhurried caress. The air between you seemed to thicken with heated tension and unspoken yearning the longer the weighted silence stretched.

Finally, Ulquiorra spoke again, each word seeming to caress your attentive senses. "Tell me, woman...what is it you find most meaningful in your existence? Surely some sliver of importance remains, despite your alleged emotional hollowness."

You blinked at the audacious query, momentarily thrown. In all your antagonistic interactions with Ulquiorra, you'd never expected such a...personal line of questioning. But as you studied the intensity burning behind those emerald depths, you realized he wasn't making an academic inquiry. This was about understanding the scope of whatever disruptive presence you'd become in his stillness.

Moistening your lips, you felt your heart stutter at the heated promise smoldering in Ulquiorra's stare as he tracked the movement. "I suppose...if I'm being honest..." you began huskily. "The one thing I've always craved experiencing - truly experiencing - despite my indifference, is the intimacy of making love."

The words hung heavy and provocative between you. You watched Ulquiorra's throat work in a suppressed swallow, the movement drawing your eye to the stark line of his jugular. You found yourself wondering how it would feel to press your lips there, to taste the heated thrum of his pulse against your tongue as he finally shattered that legendary restraint.

"I've never been given that privilege," you admitted throatily. "To share myself so completely with another soul..."

Ulquiorra seemed to lean fractionally closer at your heated confession, the arm resting at his side flexing with subtle tension. When he spoke, you felt the delicious vibration of each word brushing against your hypersensitive skin.

"I see..." His gaze seemed to scorch a molten path over your features, lingering at your parted lips with a weight that made your breath stall. "You are...disappointingly single-minded in your pursuits, it would seem."

Before you could so much as bristle at the insult, Ulquiorra continued in that same dark, velvety rasp that sparked liquid fire in your veins.

"Because after the...indignities you are fated to endure in Lord Aizen's service tomorrow, there will be precious little of your meaningless existence remaining intact or coherent enough to appreciate such fleeting trivialities."

You stared at him for a long moment as his words washed over you in chilling comprehension. So that was it - you were to be sacrificed, reshaped into some new instrument for Aizen's ambitions. Your life snuffed out in favor of whatever soulless abomination resulted.

"Decide how you want to spend your last hours," Ulquiorra said flatly as he made for the door of your cell. "That's my advice."

The words hung heavy in the air, an inescapable reminder of your impending fate as Aizen's pawn. You watched Ulquiorra's retreating back, panic and desperation warring within you. Before you could overthink it, the words tumbled out in a breathless rush.

"Ulquiorra...fuck me."

He froze with his hand on the door latch, back still turned to you. The silence stretched unbearably until finally he half-turned, emerald gaze slicing into you with unexpected heat. You held that scorching stare shamelessly, refusing to look away or temper the hunger blazing in your own eyes.

Ulquiorra's lips parted as if to rebuke you, but no sound emerged. Instead, his tongue swept across his lower lip in a subtle movement that somehow made arousal lance liquid hot through your veins. Boldly, deliberately, you let your eyes track the motion with naked yearning.

A muscle ticked in Ulquiorra's jaw as his nostrils flared almost imperceptibly - scenting the first tendrils of your arousal, no doubt. When he finally spoke, his voice was pitched lower and rougher than you'd ever heard it.

"You'd waste your final hours engaged in such...base indulgences?" Each word seemed to caress over your sensitized nerves like a physical touch. "I confess, your priorities are...curious, woman."

The way that last word dripped from his tongue stoked the smoldering embers in your core into an inferno. You let out a shaky exhale, palms suddenly damp with arousal as you watched Ulquiorra's every measured movement through a lust-drunk haze. He took one step towards you, then another, until he towered over you like a sleek panther about to pounce.

"What's it going to be then?" you rasped out tauntingly, nerves thrumming like live wires at having his undivided, ravenous focus. "You going to quit being a pussy and take what we both clearly want, Espada?"

A harsh exhalation gusted across your parted lips at the brazen challenge. Ulquiorra's gaze darkened until his eyes looked almost black - pupils blown wide with undisguised hunger. Without uttering another word, he bent with shocking swiftness until he could hook one arm beneath your knees and scoop you clean off the narrow cot.

A startled gasp tore free as you suddenly found yourself cradled against Ulquiorra's sinuously powerful chest. The hard planes of his body radiated delicious heat against your smaller frame as he easily shifted your weight until his other arm could brace behind your shoulders, essentially pinning you captive.

"If it's cheap thrills you seek in your final hour," he rumbled silkily, jade eyes smoldering down at you with blistering intensity. "Then who am I to deny a condemned woman's last wish?"

Any snarky retort shriveled on your tongue as Ulquiorra bent his dark head until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. You could taste the scorching whisper of his exhalations fanning hotly across your tingling mouth as his gaze dipped openly to your parted lips. Anticipation sparked liquid fire through your veins at the exquisite promise of what was to come.

"Just be certain you're prepared," Ulquiorra rumbled, his deep voice stripped of its usual formal cadence. He drank in your breathless form cradled against him with ravenous hunger. "To handle every ounce of savagery I've been...suppressing around you, woman."

You instinctively arched closer at the primal yearning scorching through his words, silently offering yourself to the storm of pent-up need you could sense brimming just beneath Ulquiorra's restraint. There was a new weight to his piercing stare now - banked embers of possession and barely leashed dominance burning hotly as he seemed to commit every curve and soft line of you to reverent memory.

Almost absently, one of Ulquiorra's large hands drifted up the velvet warmth of your inner thigh, calluses blazing delicious friction along the sensitive skin in his wake. You shuddered against the brand of his touch, parting your legs shamelessly in a silent plea for more.

"You tempt forces you cannot begin to comprehend," he murmured, deep timbre rougher still with undisguised longing. Rather than recoiling, his hand continued upwards until he was boldly cupping the drenched heat at your core.

You couldn't bite back the punched-out keen of pleasure at the first exploratory stroke of his fingers along your slick folds. Ulquiorra watched you shudder and whimper beneath his idle ministrations with eyes gone dark as obsidian. The air thickened with the heady musk of your arousal surrounding you both until each shallow inhale felt like drowning in the richest sin.

"So warm...so soft and pliant," Ulquiorra husked out in reverent approval as another fingertip found your entrance and circled in maddening suggestion. "This is what you've been aching for all along, isn't it, woman? To be spread out and thoroughly sampled by my touch, my mouth..."

On the last sibilant word, he bent with shocking suddenness to latch his lips against the thundering pulse at your throat. You cried out sharply as his teeth grazed your sensitized flesh just shy of breaking the skin. The tantalizing blend of pain and pleasure made you writhe instinctively against Ulquiorra's restraining hold - unsure whether to flee or grind down harder against that torturous questing touch between your thighs.

"Ulquiorra..." you managed to whimper his name brokenly as his tongue seared a scorching path along the tendon straining in your throat. Your fingers threaded shakily through his dark hair, nails scraping encouragingly against his marble-carved scalp. "Please, I need..."

The words dissolved into a tremulous moan as Ulquiorra bit down harder, the delicious sting sending molten lava crashing through your veins. He wasted no time in lapping away the tiny burst of metallic warmth that welled to the abused surface of your skin with obscene relish.

"What do you need, woman?" he husked against the damp hollow of your neck, free hand continuing to stroke and torment your aching sex with tantalizing indolence. "Tell me exactly how you wish to be...savored."

The guttural command and dark endearment sent a dizzying spiral of arousal crashing through you. You canted your hips in desperate silent supplication, the last vestiges of propriety left scattered amidst your mutual ruination as you surrendered utterly to Ulquiorra's thorough possession.

"I need you inside me," you rasped out throatily, gazing up at him through a lust-addled haze of reverence and molten desire. Each syllable seemed to tremble with the depth of your cravings and yearning for this immolating connection at long last. "Need to feel you buried deep, making me yours, Ulquiorra..."

His full body shudder at your entreaty seemed to detonate outward in a visible ripple of tension coiling through every carved ridge and sinew. Ulquiorra's eyes were blown wide with undisguised rapture as they traveled your flushed features adoringly.

"So sweet when you beg for me," he rasped, jade irises fractured with banked savagery simmering nearer to the surface with each shuddering inhale. "Very well...you shall have your depraved wish, my perfect little woman."

With that low, growled promise searing through your tingling nerves, Ulquiorra shifted you both into a tighter embrace, powerful arms banding around you in an inescapable cage of possession. Then he sealed his mouth over yours once more in a searing, filthy collision of teeth and ravenous quests that sent lightning shearing straight through to your molten core.

You clung to him, fingers curling reflexively against his powerful chest as he ravaged you with an intensity that stole the very breath from your lungs. Ulquiorra kissed like he did everything else: ruthlessly efficient, calculated and with singular focus until you were gasping and trembling beneath him.

He devoured you like a man starved for ages, nipping and sucking at your lips until they were swollen and tingling. You moaned wantonly as his tongue slid into the moist cavern of your mouth, tasting and stroking along the velvet heat of your own. The delicious friction set fire to every nerve ending until you were writhing in his arms, desperate for more.

All the while, his free hand continued its unhurried torment between your thighs. Two thick fingers traced the slick seam of your sex, teasing and exploring with infuriating leisure. You could feel the heat of his palm branding the delicate curve of your pelvis as those wicked digits slid effortlessly between your folds and sank inside the molten sheath of your aching core.

"How expected," Ulquiorra murmured darkly against the shell of your ear as he pumped his fingers slowly, curling them in a maddening stroke that had your breath stuttering in your lungs. "I suspected you'd be tight and pliant for me...but this..."

He punctuated the words with a sharp twist and a third finger sinking past the fluttering muscles clenching greedily around him. A raw, strangled moan fell from your lips as his thumb ground against your swollen clit in time with the shallow thrusts stretching your inner walls.

"Fuck," you whimpered, unable to formulate a more eloquent response with each exquisite caress stoking the embers in your core until they burned white-hot. The pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly filled, coupled with the heady musk of sweat and arousal saturating the air was overwhelming.

Ulquiorra drank in your reactions with unblinking hunger. His eyes gleamed with dark, predatory satisfaction at each helpless sound of pleasure spilling from your lips. You couldn't look away even if you'd wanted to, not with his fingers pistoning relentlessly between your thighs and his gaze branding you from the inside out.

"This is how I prefer you," he husked out roughly. "Splayed out and begging for me, woman. So sweet and docile, letting me do whatever I want..."

You arched off the narrow cot as his fingers crooked inside you at just the right angle to make stars explode behind your eyes. "Yesss, please, Ulquiorra, more..."

The words had barely left your lips before Ulquiorra was ripping away the flimsy material of your top and baring your naked flesh to his ravenous stare. You shivered at the chill that rushed over your fevered skin, but any complaints evaporated as he dipped his head and fastened his lips around one pert nipple.

The hot, wet suction of his mouth on such sensitive skin had you keening his name in broken cries. Your hands threaded restlessly through his raven locks, alternately tugging and stroking through the soft strands as he worshipped each pebbled peak with an enthusiasm that stole the breath from your lungs.

"That's it," he growled, releasing one breast with an obscene pop. A single thread of saliva connected his lips to the glistening tip, making a shiver of raw need race through you. His free hand cupped the other breast, callused thumb tracing teasing circles around the engorged nub until your thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Beg for me again, woman. Tell me exactly how much you crave the feel of me deep inside you," Ulquiorra rasped, his words vibrating against the tender swell of your breast as he bent his head and captured the stiff peak between his teeth.

"Fuck, Ulquiorra, please," you gasped, back arching helplessly as his teeth clamped down almost to the point of pain, tongue laving against the sensitive tip. "I need you so bad, please, I can't take it anymore..."

"Mmm, as delightful as your pleas are, woman, you'll have to do better than that." Ulquiorra's voice was dark and smoky with desire as his eyes blazed up the length of your shuddering body. "You're going to have to convince me that I should reward you by allowing you the privilege of being filled by my cock."

The filthy words were a direct stroke to the molten ache between your thighs. You couldn't resist canting your hips shamelessly, the pressure building within you too much to bear. You were so close, each delicious thrust of his fingers inside you coaxing you towards the precipice.

"Ulquiorra," you panted, desperate and unhinged as his thumb ground punishing circles over your swollen clit. "God, please, I'll be so good for you, I swear, just let me have it...let me come on your cock, please, fuck..."

A feral, inhuman growl tore free of his chest at the last plea. Without warning, his fingers slipped free, leaving your sex clenching around empty air. You whimpered at the sudden loss, the need burning through you like a wildfire, impossible to smother.

"You want me, woman?" he husked, emerald eyes fracturing with primal desire. The evidence of his arousal strained against the confines of his uniform, a damp patch forming where the thick length had soaked through. "Then get on your hands and knees."

Ulquiorra didn’t wait for a response. Before the order had even registered, you felt his hands grasping the supple globes of your ass and you immediately clung to his neck in panic.

"W-Wait, can we stay like this instead? I want to see you," you pleaded, eyes imploring him to understand the significance of the request.

Ulquiorra blinked as if taken aback. His grip relaxed minutely, the hard planes of his expression softening imperceptibly. Then his fingers tightened, the calluses blazing delicious friction along the backs of your thighs.

"Very well," he acquiesced, a subtle glint in his gaze that you couldn't quite decipher. "But first..."

In a flicker of movement, Ulquiorra grasped your hips and spun you both around until your back was flush with the cool, sterile sheets and his lean, powerful form hovered over you. You gazed up at him, breath caught in your throat at the intensity etched into his angular features.

"Like this," he growled, one of his hands reaching out to trace the curve of your cheek, almost reverently. You leaned into the touch, eyes closing as a small sigh slipped past your lips. "I want to see your face when I claim you, woman."

The words sent a bolt of heat straight through to the molten core pulsing between your thighs. You could only nod mutely as you watched him strip away his uniform in quick, efficient movements. There were no shy glances or awkward fumbling as his clothing dropped to the floor. You drank in every inch of revealed skin, unable to hide your open appreciation for the sight before you.

Ulquiorra stood unabashed and bare in the clinical glow of the overhead lights, sculpted lines and pale flesh on display. Each lean sinew and rippling muscle was sculpted to lethal perfection, honed by years of relentless training and battle. Even the stark number emblazoned on his chest failed to mar the picture he presented, and instead added a strange, savage edge that made the blood in your veins surge like wildfire.

His gaze never wavered as his hands found the waistband of your skirt and panties. There was a brief pause, a question in his eyes that you answered without hesitation, hips lifting to assist his efforts.

In an instant, you were bared and exposed to his ravenous stare. The cool air rushed across the heat of your sex, a delicious contrast to the liquid warmth pooling there. You could feel your face burning at the intensity of his regard, the raw need reflected in those dark eyes as they traced every inch of you.

"Perfection," Ulquiorra muttered, almost to himself, as his hands came up to cup the full curves of your breasts. He massaged and kneaded the soft, pliant flesh, rolling the tips between his fingers until your thighs were squirming reflexively beneath him.

You couldn't stop the tremulous moan from slipping past your lips as he lowered his head and captured a stiff peak between his lips, swirling his tongue in a way that had your back arching off the bed. Each pull of his mouth, every scrape of his teeth was a direct stroke to the pulsing ache between your legs, and the knowledge that his cock was only a few scant inches away had you bucking mindlessly.

Ulquiorra didn't chastise or reprimand you, his touch instead growing more demanding, fingers pinching and tugging until you were writhing and breathless. The wet heat of his mouth switched sides, lavishing equal attention on the other breast while his hand drifted lower.

He was still propped up above you, but you couldn't find the words to complain. Not with his mouth sucking hard enough to bruise the sensitive skin between your breasts and his fingers tracing the crease of your thigh with deliberate intent.

"Please, Ulquiorra," you begged, the ache too intense to bear. Your hips canted upwards, the movement involuntary as the throbbing between your legs grew impossible to ignore. "Please, fuck me, I can't take it anymore, I need-"

"I know what you need," Ulquiorra cut in, dark promise dripping from his low, rough timbre. He shifted his weight, powerful thighs settling on either side of your own. You could feel the brush of the coarse hair trailing from his navel against the damp heat of your belly, and the realization that his cock was just inches away was maddening.

"And you shall have it, woman."

The words had barely left his lips when you felt the broad, silken head of his shaft sliding along the drenched seam of your sex. A low, guttural sound fell from his lips at the contact. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed up at his face, slack and rapturous.

The sight of him - all hard, chiseled angles and fierce, primal beauty, utterly lost to his desires and the feel of your bare flesh against his own - was an indescribable aphrodisiac. You couldn't suppress the needy whimpers from spilling past your lips as the blunt head of his cock caught against your aching clit, the friction sending bolts of lightning crackling through your veins.

"Yes," Ulquiorra growled, his eyes snapping open. They locked onto yours, the green irises swallowed up by dark pupils blown wide with unrestrained lust. His lips were parted, a faint sheen of perspiration gleaming across the planes of his brow. "Yes, let me hear you, woman. Need to hear you crying out my name as I bury my cock so deep, you'll never forget the feel of me..."

He punctuated the words with a harsh thrust of his hips. The head of his cock slipped into the slick opening of your cunt, stretching the fluttering muscles in a way that was almost painful. You gasped, thighs clenching instinctively around his waist.

Ulquiorra paused, jade eyes burning into your own. You could read the silent question in the taut, strained lines of his body, the subtle furrow between his brows.

"Don't stop," you whispered, one hand coming up to caress the sharp angle of his jaw. He turned his face into the touch, eyelashes fluttering in a gesture so tender and endearing it made your heart ache.

Then he was pushing forward, his cock sinking deeper, each inch stretching your inner walls. He braced one forearm beside your head, his other hand slipping beneath the small of your back and lifting your hips off the sheets.

The change in angle sent his cock deeper than you thought possible. Your mouth fell open, a sharp, ragged cry slipping past your lips. His answering groan rumbled through your fevered nerves as he rocked his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt.

The feel of his thick, pulsing shaft fully sheathed within the molten sheath of your pussy was overwhelming. You could feel the stretch and throb of him inside you, every ridge and vein a delicious torment that had your hips jerking erratically.

"Stay still," Ulquiorra commanded hoarsely, a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to reverberate through every cell of your body. "I can feel you clenching around me. You’re practically milking me already, greedy little woman. And I haven't even fucked you properly yet..."

A choked whimper was all you could manage. Your entire body was trembling, the pleasure-pain of being so filled almost too much to bear. It took every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to buck your hips, the need to feel him moving inside you, stroking and grinding in the deepest parts of you, almost maddening.

Ulquiorra held still for an agonizingly long moment. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in the flush that stained your skin, the way your lashes fluttered uncontrollably, the breathless little sounds slipping from your parted lips.

Then he moved, pulling out with a slow, languid stroke that made every nerve ending in your body light up like a livewire. You gasped, nails digging reflexively into the solid muscle of his shoulders. His answering growl vibrated through your flesh and straight down to the molten core clenching hungrily around him.

He began a steady, leisurely pace, the thick shaft of his cock driving into you with each deliberate thrust. You could hear the wet, filthy sounds of his length pumping in and out, each stroke hitting the hidden bundle of nerves that had your toes curling and your thighs shaking.

You moaned and writhed in his arms, lost in the sensation of his thick shaft gliding through the velvety heat of your cunt. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his face, his expression dark and ravenous as his gaze bored into your own. The feel of his powerful muscles flexing and contracting with every stroke, the intoxicating heat and scent of him, all-consuming and enveloping you until nothing else mattered, was driving you to the brink faster than you'd anticipated.

"I'm close," you whispered, barely recognizing the broken, breathless voice that fell from your lips. Your entire body was wound tight, each thrust and slide of his cock stoking the fire building between your thighs. "Fuck, Ulquiorra, I'm so close, please don't stop, don't..."

Ulquiorra's rhythm faltered, a sharp, ragged exhale ripping from his chest. His hand tightened around the back of your neck, thumb sweeping along the sweat-slick line of your jaw. "Look at me."

Your eyes snapped open - you didn't realize they'd fallen closed until that moment - and locked onto his gaze. The brilliant emerald hues were fractured, pupils blown wide and glassy. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, and a low, raspy moan slipped past his lips as he drove into you harder, faster, deeper, his thrusts growing almost frantic.

"Cum for me," Ulquiorra demanded, the words falling like a prayer against your parted lips. "I want to feel it, woman. Cum for me, and take me with you."

Your release hit you in a blinding wave. You cried out his name as the coil of tension in your belly snapped, pleasure exploding behind your eyelids in a white-hot blaze. Your nails raked across his broad, flexing shoulders, a litany of curses and pleas spilling from your lips as his hips pounded against yours, his cock driving the orgasm higher, deeper.

A low, inhuman growl tore through the air, the sound vibrating through your bones. You forced your eyes open in time to see Ulquiorra throw his head back, spine bowing and teeth bared as he spilled himself inside you. The muscles in his throat were taut, his expression twisted into something savage and beautiful and completely lost.

His cock twitched and jerked inside you, filling you with pulse after pulse of thick, molten heat. The sensation sent a shockwave through your system, drawing out your orgasm until you were both gasping for breath.

The next few moments were a haze of tangled limbs and sweat-dampened flesh. You lay utterly spent, body deliciously sore from Ulquiorra's relentless attentions. The room was thick with the lingering musk of your rapturous joining and harsh, panting breaths gradually evening out into sated stillness.

Ulquiorra's lean, muscular frame was draped over yours in the aftermath - his weight pinning you to the rumpled sheets in a brand of possession that somehow didn't feel confining. If anything, the solid press of his body against every inch of your sweat-slicked skin felt comfortingly grounding, centering you to this reality you'd scarcely believed possible mere hours ago.

With your eyes slipped shut in drowsy bliss, you could only perceive the world through touch and scent and sound. Ulquiorra's clean masculine musk mingled intoxicatingly with the rich aroma of your spent passion permeating the air. Each slow drag of his calloused palms mapping your contours in idle reverence sparked delicious tingles rippling outwards. And beneath it all, the rhythmic thrum of life you'd somehow grown accustomed to no longer registering until this very moment stretched taut between your tangled forms.

The first steady pulse of it against Ulquiorra's cheek was so soft and innocuous that he didn't fully process its significance. He simply nuzzled drowsily against the sweat-dampened swell of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fragrant dip where your heartbeat thrummed most audibly.

Each reverberation of that muffled cadence seemed to seep through Ulquiorra's very marrow as he inhaled your lingering sweetness and basked in the delirium of surrendering to primal impulses he'd never thought to indulge. It was so feather-soft, so subtly present within the lush temptation of your body that he may never have consciously noticed its incessant murmur at all.

Until it stuttered.

A barely-there flicker - just the slightest syncopated hiccup in that steady, reassuring rhythm lancing straight through his soul. Suddenly, Ulquiorra was hyper-attuned to every precious stutter and faltering thrum echoing from your core with visceral clarity. As if that tiny glitch was now amplified a thousandfold against the carved marble of his consciousness.

You didn't stir at all when Ulquiorra slowly raised his head, sheets pooling around his lean hips and disheveled hair to stare down at your slumbering features with raw vulnerability flickering in his vivid stare. Your expression was lax with satiation, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that belied the steady metronome of vitality singing feebly beneath your sated tranquility.

In that suspended breath, watching the rhythmic flutter of those thick lashes brushing high on your flushed cheekbones, Ulquiorra was suddenly overcome by a revelation. One that detonated through his entire existence like a force more cataclysmic than any Gran Rey Cero.

Because in that fragile human existence that now threatened to sputter out far too soon, he had somehow found his entire purpose crystallized within your fleeting essence.

You were so much more than meaningless indulgence or mere temptation wreathed in pliant flesh, teasing him beyond reason. Somehow, over the countless silent vigils and battles raged against yielding to your gravity, you had awakened the one spark Ulquiorra believed had long since withered away into aridity - an ember blazing to incandescent life with each cherished pulse and sigh of your rapturous surrender against his craving touch.

He craved your smile, your voice, your rapturous cries in a way that scorched through every withered circuit of his fractured existence. You were all at once his weakness, his absolution, his ruination...and the single transcendent experience worth giving it all up for until the very end.

Ulquiorra's throat felt as sundered and raw as his heart as he opened his mouth, steeling himself to give voice to the fealty he knew you deserved beyond a single doubt or hesitation. But before the words could emerge past his parted lips, he caught sight of your still features gilded by the dying embers of their stolen intimacy - and felt the confession fracture apart on his tongue.

No, he mused with a small, wry quirk of his lips as he gingerly traced the arch of your eyebrow, the tender give of your swollen lips. You were already his in all the ways that mattered most and then some.

And soon, that coveted knowledge would be all that remained of Ulquiorra - a fading echo of rapture seared into whatever wisp of essence drifted on once you were torn cruelly from his grasping reach.

So instead of speaking the words that would only hang perishable between them, Ulquiorra bent to claim your slumbering mouth with all the devotion and reverent worship his actions alone could convey for now. Tomorrow was for Aizen's machinations and the fathomless, merciless dark that awaited. But tonight, in your cherished pulse, Ulquiorra had found everything he never dared dream of.

The battle was all but lost. Ulquiorra could taste the bitter tang of his own blood on his lips as he gazed up at the ever nocturnal sky impassively. His body felt like a shattered relic, barely clinging to its last feeble threads of existence.

As that fragile tether grew more tenuous with each rattling inhalation, the Espada found his thoughts oddly, viscerally fixated on you. He could still conjure the searing whisper of your naked form arched against his with perfect clarity amidst the hazy wreckage of his fading consciousness. Could still taste the rapturous cries that had spilled so freely from your parted lips in those shattering moments together - brief as they'd been.

In his solitary existence stretched across eons of endless yearning, Ulquiorra had never anticipated finding any scrap of respite or warmth. And yet, somehow, you'd managed to slip beneath his frigid defenses and ignite a molten conflagration he'd been ill-equipped to extinguish once sparked. He'd been a fool to ever think restraint or austerity could vanquish such a searing blaze once stoked to sacred life.

Now, in these twilight moments with his very essence starting to crumble apart, Ulquiorra finally understood the bitter truth at last. You had been the sole indulgence to ever shake that smoldering soul he'd always mocked the fragile concept of - the one deliriously blissful experience his hollow existence had been granted before the all-consuming emptiness claimed its victory.

And yet...the thought of you facing that same oblivion wrapped in silent finality made Ulquiorra's tattered spirit recoil with visceral denial. You deserved so much more than that - deserved to feel the warmth of vitality's vibrant heartbeat racing against your flushed skin over and over again until the concept of entropy itself shrivelled away.

Which was why he found himself weakly craning his ruined neck towards where the human boy loomed, fists clenched and jaw set with that same infuriatingly stubborn embers of resolve still flickering behind his scowl. Even laid low and fractured, Ulquiorra could sense that unyielding essence burning steadily within Kurosaki Ichigo.

"You..." The single rasping syllable seemed to drain what little vitality remained from Ulquiorra's disintegrating form. But even as his smoldering emerald irises began flickering to obsidian ash, he found the implacable will to proceed.

"She is being kept in the lowest levels of Las Noches." The Espada's voice was little more than a hollow rattle of faded memory at this point. "Take her from this place...keep her safe..."

His rapidly atomizing lips carved the faintest, wan smirk as he finally surrendered to that endless dark calling out for him at last. "Keep…my heart…safe..."

Ulquiorra's last shred of perceivable cognition caught the barest glimpse of stunned astonishment flickering across Ichigo's features as the Arrancar's meaning dawned. Then, with a final tremulous sigh that carried his very essence away, he blinked out of existence entirely - each molecule sublimating into ashen dust to scatter away on the spectral breezes.

Just before the last glimmers of his wakeful consciousness winked out irrevocably, Ulquiorra could have sworn he caught a fleeting whisper of your beloved scent amidst the bittersweet emptiness claiming him at last. Not a true regret per se, he realized in those final crystalline moments - but rather the closest any hollowed existence could ever come to yearning for just...one...more...cherished breath of rapture against your scorching, perfect ardor.

[sashi-ya]

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

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

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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺.

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

• BLOODSTAIN - Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (NSFW)

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

• FRIENDS – Grimmjow x f!reader (NSFW)

• FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION – Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (NSFW)

• ENJOY THE SILENCE – Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)

• IN THE RIVER OF CRAZY – Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (NSFW)

• BELLADONNA – Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader x Byakuya Kuchiki (NSFW)

• SWEATER WEATHER – Renji Abarai x f!reader (ANGST + FLUFF)

• MELT MY HEART – Grimmjow x f!reader (NSFW)

• THE ROYAL PET – Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader (NSFW)

• THE CAPTAIN’S GUILT – Jushiro Ukitake x f!reader (NSFW)

• CLEANSE MY SOUL – Sosuke Aizen x f!reader (NSFW)

• A WITCH, A WEREWOLF AND A VAMPIRE – Sosuke Aizen x f!reader x Kisuke Urahara (NSFW)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

• NSFW ALPHABET – Aizen x f!reader (NSFW)

• NSFW ALPHABET – Grimmjow x f!reader (NSFW)

• THEY ACCIDENTALLY SEE YOU NAKED – Aizen x f!reader; Urahara x f!reader; Renji x f!reader; Jugram x f!reader (NSFW)

• JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE AIZEN SOSUKE WITH A FEMALE HUMAN READER– Aizen x f!reader (TW)

• IF YOU WERE THEIR SOULMATE – Aizen x f!reader; Mayuri x f!reader; Uryuu x f!reader (FLUFF)

• THEY ACCIDENTALLY SEE YOU NAKED – Grimmjow x f!reader; Ichigo x f!reader; Byakuya x f!reader (NSFW)

• HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT – Aizen x f!reader; Gin x f!reader; Urahara x f!reader (NSFW);

• AIZEN SOSUKE AS A FATHER OF A LITTLE GIRL – Aizen x f!reader; Aizen x f!child (FLUFF)

• YOU TELL THEM YOU GOT A BRAZILIAN WAX BY A GUY – Aizen x f!reader; Urahara x f!reader; Byakuya x f!reader; Shunsui x f!reader (NSFW)

• HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT – Kyoraku Shunsui x f!reader; Unohana Retsu x f!reader; Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader (NSFW);

• HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT – Grimmjow x f!reader; Isshin Kurosaki x f!reader; Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)

• GIANT AIZEN SOSUKE AND HOW HIS CONDITION WOULD AFFECT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER – Aizen x f!reader (FLUFF)

• SFW ALPHABET (LETTERS ‘A, F, Q, S, U, X’) – Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (SFW)

• YOU BREAK UP WITH THEM – Kyoraku Shunsui x f!reader; Jugram Haschwalth x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader (SFW/NSFW)

• NSFW ALPHABET (LETTERS ‘D, E, F, F, L’) – Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader (nsfw)

• SFW ALPHABET (LETTERS C, H, J, K, L, Z) – Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (SFW)

[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

[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

[your-local-hollow-lover]

OwO how do the espada feel about their s/o wanting to give them belly rubs? What about if s/o asks for them back?

Hmm cute!

This has been in my inbox for about a year. I'm so sorry!

°IIII°

Starrk

Starrk has been by your side long enough to understand that when you express a desire to give him something, it will undoubtedly bring him comfort, so when you ask if you can rub his belly, he gives in pretty easily. You, in turn, take pleasure in the sweet expression of relaxation on his face, as well as the gentle sound of his purring, which grows lighter as he drifts into slumber.

Harribel

She's somewhat tense about the matter. Engaging in these human-like activities feels peculiar in many ways, yet Harribel has discovered that your gestures can be rather enjoyable if she loosens up enough. What makes her more nervous in this situation is having to reciprocate the caress. It feels unnatural for her, and yet, something within the prospect of making you feel good fills her in a way that is not unpleasant at all.

Ulquiorra

Ulquiorra has no idea how you managed to convince him to do something like this… again. But that's far from mattering right now. Despite his tensed posture – to the point of being almost rigid – it's evident that he's not entirely displeased, which is something. Although it's more than strange to allow a caress in such a vulnerable place, after a couple of minutes, Ulquiorra can't help but feel that his defenses are gradually loosening. This is peculiar, but he doesn't despise it as much as he strives to pretend.

Nnoitra

You can hardly inflict any harm, and Nnoitra is aware of it. However, despite his consciousness registering it, his instincts never seem to fully catch the message.

This 'belly rub' thing has him feeling like something wants to crawl out from under his skin, so he mostly waits until you're done, wondering why you invest these affections in someone like him. Your tenderness, in his opinion, is misspent. Nonetheless, once your warmth penetrates his skin, it's too late to pull away

Grimmjow

He knows better than to refuse. You would get progressively more annoying asking for it; he knows that. So, Grimmjow just scoffs and indulges. At first, a part of him is unable to simply surrender to the tender touch, too used to the idea that there's always a trap behind anything that doesn't harm. However, after a while, a strange sensation tingles in his lower belly, and it's surprisingly far from unpleasant.

When you ask him to do it back, he looks at you stunned. Are you stupid? It's fine if you want to lay your hands on him. But, in return? Grimmjow doesn't know if the peculiar warmth at the base of his neck is because he's furious that you're so careless or because something about reciprocating the action feels strangely good.

Szayel

It could be an interesting experiment. Szayel agrees only for the sake of data recovery. However, lying in the softness of a warm place, where your scent and his intertwine in such a way that becomes alarmingly soothing, is reason enough for him to find it difficult to pull away, despite the multiple warnings deep within his head. You can repeat the experiment as many times as you want; he truly has no issue with it.

[seneon]

♰ ARCH!VED VI ￤ VEIL OF DEATH, GROOM¡ULQUIORRA¡!

ABOUT. in which, the warmth leaves your skin as you are to be wedded to the dead. set in corpse bride¡ au. romantic fluff. wc of 1400.

NOTES. sigh i love corpse bride i love ulquiorra i i i

marriage is a scary thing, isn't it? especially when it comes to marrying a man whom you do not have any idea his soul existed. you only knew his name— a label that speaks for his entire existence.

you're in this wedding gown, all gorgeous and dolled up in sparkles and purity. all of these fanciness just to exchange a few words of a vow that would tie your souls together for eternity until one leaves the face of the earth to unite with death.

you'd rather die than to commit your life to a man you don't even know how he looks nor do you know what he sounds like. to make your feelings solid, you don't even feel a speck of emotion towards him. love does not exist in your vocabulary. at least, love for this unknown man.

to have an unknown man press his lips onto yours doesn't sound appealing at all. if anything, you'd rather stain your pure white dress a shade of pure blood red.

well, not like it matters anymore.

when the entire church disperses in a state of panic at the missing bride, you're so far away. far away from civilization, far from the church, far from all the people who are blood-related to you. far away from your marriage and your groom.

venturing into a forest that looks rather morbid and cold, you didn't spare a second thought to seek solace in this cold place where your dress is all tattered and torn in places. there's a log that fell on the ground, and you took your seat there to bury your face in your hands.

your feet are sore, it hurts. it burns all over the soles. the white heel you wore is so aggravatingly beautiful that it could strike you as a form of beauty is pain. running in them however, is another tale.

crystal tears flowed down your cheeks to stain your makeup, a perfect compliment to this melancholically morbid forest where colours don't seem to exist here. it's all silent tears and solemn sobbing of the broken hearted.

cold fingers then reached out to graze your warm and dampened cheeks, your gaze immediately held up high to lock themselves in emerald eyes.

“why are you crying?” the man asked, his voice monotonous as if he had lost all life in them. and his face… they were so pale that they almost seemed perfect and angelic.

there's streaks of green that fall down from the corner of his eyes to cascade down his cheeks. they were like unspoken tears that have dried up, and you wondered why it's imprinted on his face.

without ever getting lost in those beautiful emerald eyes, you sniffed once, then twice, before you replied to this unknown man. “i don't want to be wedded to him.”

him who, the man with pale skin does not want to know nor will he pry into your life. all he knows is that you are a living human with a beating heart. a soul who wandered into the land of the dead while still breathing the remaining oxygen from the land of the living.

but does he want to tell you what you have gotten yourself into? there's finally a bride in front of him. you're so beautiful too, one of a kind. ulquiorra cifer is just a groom who happens to inhale the land of the dead’s air the moment he met with death on his wedding day.

he's in the same situation as you, having a refusal to marry a woman he simply did not want to marry. thus the murder he had to face in the denial of his supposed marriage.

well, it doesn't matter. ulquiorra knelt and lifted the bottom of your wedding dress just a little bit so it revealed your feet. “it must hurt, running around in these things,” ulquiorra comments, voice still lacking any tone or life in them as his long and pale slender fingers move to take off your heels for you.

“i’ve been running in them,” you whispered and wiped your tears, watching as this mysterious man took off the other side of your heels. then, his cold fingers gently massaged the parts where it is brimming with a rosy soreness.

“does it feel better now?” he asked you after a few minutes into the working magic of his cold fingers. emerald eyes shifted to look into your eyes. you nodded, feeling an odd sense of comfort washing all over you from his simple little gesture of helping you out your heels.

this mysterious man stands up just to take a seat next to you after carefully setting your heels aside. no matter how lifeless and cold as a corpse he looks, you could still feel a hint of warmth that lingers around.

“are you sad?” you asked him as your eyes scanned all over his facial expression, unsure of what chaos hides behind that stoic façade. he shook his head in response. “i do not feel sadness. all i know of is emptiness.”

“how nice... i want to be empty as you,” you gently swung your sore feet back and forth on the steady log. “i don't want to feel sad anymore.”

ulquiorra follows your gaze as you reach towards the empty night sky. the moon wasn't as bright tonight. it seemed to reciprocate your melancholia and kissed the night as dark as it could get.

“you do not want to feel empty, woman. it is not a nice thing.”

“then it's not nice for you,” your gaze shifted to rest on him. “i’m y/n. i ran away from the man whose name i’m supposed to inherit later on.”

“ulquiorra cifer.”

“how did you find me out here anyways?” you asked ulquiorra who looked around the morbid forest. “i heard your cries and your pain. they tug at my soul to beg for a rescue. at least, that is what i think it is. i am a groom. a runaway, just like you are.”

your eyes widened at his revelation. to meet a groom in the middle of a forest during the dead of night on your wedding day really strikes you differently.

“can… can i ask why you ran away? i mean, if that's okay with you obviously. i don't mean to poke into your life.”

it was silent for a few moments, before the groom looked at his hands. his long, pale fingers that tried to grasp onto the last living aspect. all that effort and yet he still couldn't reach.

to tell you that he does not breathe nor does he live feels like a crime he'd be guilty of. though, he doesn't really quite understand what feeling guilty is like. he just knows it's a heavy feeling that weighs in one's heart from all the textbooks that he has read.

“i consumed poison and it took my life right before i said my vows,” his fingers curled into a fist before he rested them on his lap. “i refused to marry that bride, and it resulted in my death.”

“is that why your fingers are cold?”

ulquiorra nodded and you took his fingers to lace them with yours, wrapping your warm fingers around his ice cold ones. this caused the doomed groom to look up at you, invisible shock plastered all over his face.

“it's okay. i’ll provide warmth for you.”

his emerald gaze burned at the sight of your hands holding his. he could feel your warmth enveloping him where it seeped through your touch. it's such a foreign feeling… such a desirable feeling that he didn't know he has been craving for all this time in this colourless land.

a newfound feeling blossomed in him through the warmth that you gave him, and he tightened his grip on your hands.

if there was anyone that ulquiorra would marry, it would be you. it's not so soon that you'd remain alive and breathing here. it's only a moment of time where you would feel the comfort of this morbid air that would kiss your corpse a cold salutation.

until then, ulquiorra simply has to hold your hand and feel your warmth leaving him while he awaits your death. all just so he could finally put a ring on your finger to marry you.

©SENEON 2024 ♰ D!ED, D3AD, G0NE. DO NOT REPOST OR ALTER. OR ELSE THE BATS WILL COME FOR YOU.

[tae-shimura-is-my-wife]

[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.

[coffee--fox]

Soooo I just finished watching bleach really really good anime definitely recommend it

And I decided to do this cute little fanart for my favorite couple <3

[s-sugustar]

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Aizen Sosuke !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Renji Abarai !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Kenpachi Zaraki !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Ichigo Kurosaki !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Uryu Ishida !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Urahara Kisuke !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Shunsui Kyoraku !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Mayuri Kurotsuchi !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Ulquiorra Cifer !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Szayelaporro Granz !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Shuhei Hisagi !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Gin Ichimaru !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Kaname Tosen !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Byakuya Kuchiki !

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