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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

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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.

#bleach #bleach x reader smut #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach smut #ulquiorra x reader smut #ulquiorra smut #ulquiorra x reader #ulquiorra cifer

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pfpanimes · 3 months ago

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⌕ bleach - ulquiorra.

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seneon · 3 months ago

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★ SEN'S FAVES × GOTH! READER — SMAU

about. some bf texts with rayne ames, ulquiorra cifer, and touya todoroki. reader is a goth (ulqui is goth too)

notes. omg first and last smau!! very self indulgent actually. these are some actual convos ive had with people LOL

★ RAYNE AMES

★ ULQUIORRA CIFER

★ TOUYA TODOROKI

TAGS ★ @kyoghurts @heartkaji @angeliicheartt @rueclfer @noirflms @caelivir @sweetheartsaku @dragonictears @imaginingbleach

#﹙🗝️ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐰𝐫𝖎𝐭𝖎𝐧𝐠﹚#rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #mashle #mashle smau #ulquiorra #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiorra x reader #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach smau #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha #mha smau #dabi smau #ulquiorra smau #rayne smau

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 11 months ago

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ok ok lily hear me out~ byakuya, grimmjow, Ulquiorra getting a suprise cheek kiss ~(｡◕‿‿◕｡)

Gasp! What a fantastic idea! Much needed fluff as of right now.

Byakuya

It's not easy to do anything sneaky when Byakuya is involved but that makes the end result all the sweeter

He's such a guarded man, he never lets people get too close without him knowing they're there and you aren't an exception

This is definitely something that took many many tries to get done but each failure comes with a reward

It's not like he doesn't know what you're trying to do and he fines it so endearing

This small act, these constant attempts make his heart beat faster and his affection grow

The day you succeed in this surprise attack would also be the day he confessed his love to you

It truly is the sweetest reward and he's never been happier that you managed to get one over on him, even if it was just a simple kiss on the cheek

What started as a small but fun game now becomes a secret routine, if Byakuya is having a bad day you would sneak around and plant a soft kiss on his cheek before running off and he's never been happier

Grimmjow

It's not even a hard thing to do but know he won't let you escape once you commit to it

He always lets his guard down around you, you're trustable and he knows even if you tried to kill he'd win the fight

That also makes him the most prone to surprises as he doesn't expect you do anything weird

It would be such a simple thing, just a small thought that pops up when you're lounging around together

He's likely napping basking in the artificial sun and warmth while you gaze up at the clouds and enjoy this quite time you share

It's then that it happens, you lean over and just peck his cheek

Simple and straightforward, there was nothing special about it yet it set Grimmjow's heart ablaze

He rolls over and wraps his arms tightly together with some grumbling under his breath he presses heaps of kisses all over your face as payback and there you both stay, happy and silently in love

Ulquiorra

The nice and weird middle ground, he's not hard to surprise but it takes longer to understand for him

As is any kind of close relationship with this man is hard to form it would take a while for you to even think this was a safe thing to do

Once you get there though its smooth sailing and mostly easy to work around

He lets you just do what you want but know it will always end in questioning, he wants to learn more then anything

With that in mind actually surprising him is easy, you just need to run up and kiss his cheek before scampering away, he's left in a slight daze from the sudden affection

There will be a few beats of nothing before he simply walks off to go back to work or whatever he was doing before that

It won't get mentioned for days potentially and this might seem bad but that's just how this man is, he spends days mulling things over before asking about it

Once he's past the waiting faze you both have a big conversation about why you did it and what it means and after learning it's just another way you say you like him Ulquiorra will begin to do the same thing

Walking up to you just to peck your cheek and walk away again is just a part of his life now, it's easier, he finds, then saying how he feels

We did it! It took me a while but here we have yet another post! Thank you all so much for sticking around still, it means the world to know that people like my writing still. I hope everyone's been staying safe and I hope you enjoyed reading this. Have a good day or night~ Lilly

#reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #reader x #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya x reader #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow imagines #ulquiorra x reader #ulquiorra imagines

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 4 months ago

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hello! i want to request something 🙏🏻

I want to request what bleach male think when y/n wearing formal suit (covered completely)but the skirt is too short and so tight

Fandom: Bleach

Genre: Headcanons

Rated: 18+ maaayyybeeee 16+ since it isn't too inappropriate.

warnings: slight nsfw

Admin Wisteria🐯: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting!

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Various Bleach Men's Reaction to s/o wearing a very short skirt headcanons:

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Byakuya Kuchiki:

● At first, Byakuya wouldn’t notice a thing that is, until you dropped something and he happened to look over to see *gasp* Your panties!

● Does a complete double take.

● In his mind he is thinking, ‘What the actual hell?’

● But he is nice to you on the outside because he is a gentleman.

●”Dear, isn’t that skirt a bit too…short?”

● He is blushing to say the least. It’s even worse that your buttocks was a jumpscare to him.

● Your answer to his question will depend on his mood.

● If you apologize and put on a longer skirt then he will be happy but if you tease him and ignore it then he will be salty for the rest of the night.

● But the best of both worlds is you teasing him and then just change your skirt to a longer one because there is nothing wrong with teasing him.

● I highly recommend it myself.

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Sosuke Aizen:

● His eyes will go slightly wide, when he sees you in a tight skirt.

● He’s taking in your perfect body in it.

● Will act as a gentleman as much as possible.

●”But deep down he is like, ‘AWOOGA’

● Won’t ask you to change your skirt, but instead will get a little protective if you are around other people.

● He will be staring at you all night long.

● And if you catch him and wink at him then you both already know how the night is going to end.

● He will sneak in touches and squeeze your bum.

● Then later, he is going to take that sexy skirt off and -*insert profanities here*

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Ichigo Kurosaki:

● Even as an adult he still gets a bit flustered when you are wearing a short skirt.

● I personally would wear the short skirt to further tease him because he is so fun to tease.

● Like, purposely bend over so he can see your ass in those cute panties that he loves.

●His face will be red as a strawberry.

● Him: “W-what? W-why are you wearing that short skirt?!”

You: “Because it’s cute, Duh Ichi!”

● He will kindly ask you to wear a longer skirt, of course he will say because he doesn’t want others to see you like that but I think we all know what he means.

● It’s more for his sake rather than yours.

●Once he cools down and you do put on a longer skirt I encourage you to tease him.

● Yeah, he will be blushy and grumbily for a bit but it makes it all the more funny.

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Toshiro Hitsugaya:

●”No.” That is the end of the conversation between you and him.

● He doesn’t want to play parent but no. He isn’t going to let you go out dressing like that.

● He is 100% sure Rangiku dared you or to do this crazy thing because you should have known he would not allow this.

● “Come on Toshi, it’s just a skirt nothing more, nothing less.”

●”No.” Short, simple and to the point. He will not argue about it because he knows you have sense that’s why he is dating you.

● You weren’t going to say anything but you totally notice how red he was through the whole conversation.

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

● Honestly, My mans has no shame.

●He loves how the skirt looks on you.

●And those thighs… and your ass…

●He is grinning from ear to ear.

●Will definitely tease you for wearing something so riskay.

●”Are you trying to get my attention? Because you certainly did, you’re so naughty~.”

● Be prepared to be spanked, and grabbed all night.

● No shame. No shame. No shame.

● Will totally let you go out like that, because if anyone does something to you, he can just kill them.

● And now he has something to stare at all night.

●Will probably make you leave the event early so you guys can- *censored* *Censored* *censored*.

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Ulquiorra Cifer:

●Honestly he has no idea what to think about the skirt.

●At first he sees nothing wrong with it.

●Even if you bent over to show him your panties. Nothing.

●Honestly you finally get a reaction when someone else actually touches you.

● That’s when he his mind goes, ‘Wait- that’s illegal.’

●Will kill the offender in question without remorse for touching you like that.

●After killing them he will walk up straight up to you and says sternly to never wear anything like that again.

●And he will go on and on about how it is only for your protection and you will have to more than that to get him to...”be aroused”.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:

●He will be very confused.

●He probably will wonder why your skirt is so short or too tight.

● If you tell him it’s something you want to try out for fashion or whatever then he will just be like, okay, and move on.

●But if you perfectly bend over and he sees your panties he would not know how to react.

●Not because of arousal, just pure confusion.

●”Why is your underwear showing…?”

● You would have to explain to him why you did it on purpose.

●Still wouldn’t understand the big deal until something similar happens just like with ulquiorra.

●The offender touches you and Grimmjow kills them.

●Will tell you to never wear anything like that infront of anyone else again.

● But hey, he didn’t say you couldn’t wear anything like that with just him. wink wonk.

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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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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.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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)

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sashi-ya · 5 months ago

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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.

ＳＡＦＥＦＯＲＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 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

ＮＯＴＳＡＦＥＦＯＲＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 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. ��𝐘𝐄𝐒 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 𝐓��𝐈𝐏. 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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imaginingbleach · 6 months ago

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Something that randomly came to mind...

Enjoy!

(NSFW below the cut; espadas included: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 & Neliel)

Struggled a bit with 8, so forgive me. 😭

Types of Doms they are:

Starrk

This man has got exactly two modes when it comes to sex. Lazy or feral.

He's willing to do a lot with you, but if you catch him in his lazy mode you'll likely be doing most of the work.

Ride him, suck him, hell he'll even give you oral if you both find the right positions for him to laze a out.

Just remember: It's not that he isn't enjoying himself; that rock hard dick proves otherwise...

You knew what you were getting into.

Now then, switching gears: when he's feral, he'll barely let you move.

He's making you cum a minimum of one time before he's even going to penetrate you in any way.

He gets very possessive in this state.

Congratulations! You've essentially got a werewolf boyfriend who's usually lazy and can't transform like that...

But! When he needs to claim you for whatever reason? Welp!

Communication is key with this man! He doesn't mind if you have multiple partners, but he can get a bit jealous if you don't tell him!

Hell, you'll find out on more than one occasion, when someone flirts with you...

He'll bring you home and claim you all night long.

He might not even make it home.

Just... Keep him in the loop if you're crushing or plan to date another. it'll probably save some furniture.

Halibel

As she can't quite use her mouth outside of being in her release form, she's had time to master plenty of other ways to get you off.

She prefers to use her hands and fingers on you, but is not opposed to toys in anyway.

That's primarily for when she's doing any for of penetration on you, though.

She has learned to use any and every part of her body to be able to tease you and leave you squirming and begging for her.

Don't call her master. It reminds her of her fraccións.

May accept being called mommy under the right circumstances, though.

Has absolutely no issues with being called daddy.

Just sit on her lap and ask daddy politely if you can ride her thigh~

Not one to get jealous easily, but is definitely protective.

This is particularly true if you are someone who can be seen as weak to others.

Not very loud, but loves hearing how loud she can make you.

Ulquiorra

He struggles a lot with more human like needs and emotions

So he tends to be a heavy service top...

But it comes with so many questions.

"Why does your face warm when I kiss you?"

"Why do you avert your gaze when I-"

You get the idea.

Eventually once repeated behaviors rise up, he starts catching on.

When you make this sound, it means you really like it.

When you squirm, you're not actually trying to get away.

Just simple stuff, but you'll have had to explain it to him a bit before he starts connecting the dots.

Once he's more comfortable with you and starts recognizing these reactions...

You're in for it.

He's definitely someone who gets off on your pleasure.

As long as you're satisfied, so is he.

Nnoitra

He surprisingly doesn't mind being the one to do all the work.

It let's him be in control of, well, everything.

There's something about seeing how much you get off on everything he does to you that drives the predator in him wild.

He enjoys having control, and, having you submit to let him do whatever he wants is too delicious to pass up.

Plus, he can't help but enjoy the way you always act like such cute little prey when he's teasing you.

Those big doe eyes, the small squeaky and whiny noises you make...

The way he can make you come undone with almost any part of his body...

It's very >:))

Not entirely against sharing, but like with Starrk, if it's not discussed he can get a bit jealous

His jealousy, however, is usually more rage fueled than hormonal so watch out for that.

He's not too into being called anything "special"

May accept "daddy" now and again

Despite how kinky sex with him might be-- it is fueled by emotions (at least on his end)

You've sparked his interest in one way or another enough to warrant wanting to carnally claim you...

There's at least some attachments and calling him "master" immediately throws that out the window to him.

Grimmjow

He definitely still has some characteristics from his more beastial hollow form

His need to claim you is always in battle with his desire to see you submit to him

Kneel before the king and offer him a blowjob, he's grinning wider than Nnoitra

Seeing you beg him to pleasure you is just 😘

Part of the problem with him is that it's a bit difficult for him to give oral... Given that he has to be very conscious of every move he makes because of his hollow mask

But he is a god with his hands.

He's another one who likes to watch you ride his thighs.

Absolutely gets off on being called king, but will absolutely bust a nut if you refer to him as your husband (romantic partner ofc)

This is at it's worst before any kind of marriage, but it's still effective after.

Doesn't see the appeal in being called daddy until he *is* a daddy 👀 something about being one makes it kinkier to him for you to call him daddy

Szayel

A bit different from the others on the list in that he wants to be worshipped like a god.

He wants you to use your entire body to do so, but this is just the first act-- no form of penetration just yet. (Minus maybe deep throating him~)

Now, once that's all done he's got PLENTY of ways to pleasure you...

He's definitely into orgasm denial and overstimulation.

He likes testing your body~

If you're willing, definitely would do some experimenting...

He wouldn't do anything too drastic, though.

If not, he'll find a way to make some of his palatable for you~

You really should thank him for thinking of you.

So/so with names. The higher status the name gives him, the more he'll like it.

Neliel

Dommy mommy 🥰

She absolutely loves to spoil you during kinky times together

Another one who gets off more on your pleasure than her own

If you're not a pillow prince(ss) type of sub, she will boss you around a bit~

But she's so sweet when she does that it just has you melting at her every word

"What was that, baby? Tell mommy what you want~"

She might tease you with that one by having you with a gag in your mouth or other things 🤭

Absolutely does get off on taking care of you

Dotes on you, takes great lengths into making sure you're comfortable during aftercare!

Doesn't matter how you compare size wise to her, she's holding you on her and letting you rest your head on her chest

Makes an amazing pillow ngl

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your-local-hollow-lover · 11 months ago

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Who fell first and who harder?

Arrancar

Loly - You fell first, and she harder.

Menoly - She fell first and harder.

Tesla - You fell first, and he fell harder.

Di Roy - He fell first and harder.

Ggio Vega - He fell first, and you fell harder.

Espada

Sarrk - He fell first and harder.

Barragan - You fell first and harder.

Harribel- You fell first, but she fell harder.

Ulquiorra - You fell first and harder.

Nnoitra - You fell first, and he fell harder.

Grimmjow - He fell first, but you fell harder.

Szayel - You fell first, and he fell harder.

Aaroniero - He fell first and harder.

Yammy - You fell first and harder.

Aizen - You fell first, and harder. Or so he wants you to think.

Ex- Espada

Nelliel - She fell first and harder.

Luppi - He fell first and harder.

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brittscafe · 1 year ago

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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

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pin-k-ink · 6 months ago

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caught in between // grimmjow jeagerjaquez & ulquiorra schiffer (pt. 1)

tw ⇢ mentions of violence and injuries, mild objectification, manhandling, dirty talk, punishment sex, possessive!ulquiorra, anal fingering, squirting, clit play, teasing, vaginal fingering, power play

wc ⇢ 4.2k

part one | part two | part three

The door to your quarters burst open with staggering force, the towering figure of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez filling the entrance. You startled, eyes widening at his battered state - teal hair disheveled, clothes rent in several places, a vicious sneer twisting his bloodied lips.

"You," he snarled, prowling forward like a panther cornering its prey. The sheer force of his reiatsu battered against you as killing intent rolled off him in waves. "Get over here. Now."

There was no room for argument or defiance, not when his azure gaze pierced you with such ferocious intensity. As Ulquiorra's fracción, you knew the precarious position tending to other Espada could put you in, but Grimmjow left no opportunity to refuse.

With rigid professionalism, you slowly approached him, making sure to keep a safe distance. He merely grunted, allowing you to carefully peel away the tattered remnants of his jacket to inspect the damage.

You worked in tense silence, acutely aware of Grimmjow's eyes boring into you as you cleaned and dressed the oozing lacerations crisscrossing his chiseled torso and arms. It wasn't until the last bandage was taped down that he finally spoke again in that deep, gravel-laced rumble.

"He really keeps you on a tight leash, doesn't he?" There was a taunting edge to Grimmjow's words. "That prissy Ulquiorra, always striding around like he owns you."

You froze, anxiety spiking as his large palm caged you against the wall, body thrumming with subdued power and promised violence. Grimmjow leaned in until his smirk filled your vision, near enough for you to smell the copper tang of blood on his heated breath.

"Tell me, pet..." His free hand drifted up to cup your jaw with deceptive tenderness, thumb brushing your lower lip. "You ever get tired of being someone's obedient little fracción? Always following orders like a good bitch in heat?"

Grimmjow's words had an undeniable effect as he crowded you against the wall, his larger frame radiating dangerous dominance. His thumb traced the seam of your lips with torturous leisure.

"I'll bet you're just aching for someone to put you in your place, remind you what you really are," he rumbled, azure gaze darkening with blatant promise. "A pretty little pet, made to obey."

His palm slid down, calloused fingers curling possessively around the column of your throat as he leaned in closer. You held perfectly still, equal parts intimidated and fascinated as his lips brushed the hypersensitive skin just below your ear.

"I could show you what it's like," Grimmjow murmured, the rumbling timbre sending involuntary shivers down your spine. "Bein' owned by someone who isn't afraid to put a leash on you. Keep you nice and obedient like the bitch you want to be."

His teeth nipped at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, a sharp sting followed by the velvet swipe of his tongue. You couldn't stifle the soft gasp at the bold claim of dominance. In the next breath, Grimmjow sealed his lips over yours in a demanding kiss, all teeth and sin and smoldering want.

The temperature in the room dropped in an instant, a glacial wave of reiatsu crashing over you. Grimmjow's hands fisted in the fabric of your clothes as he whipped around with a feral snarl.

Framed in the open doorway stood Ulquiorra, emerald gaze piercing with frigid contemplation taking in the compromising scene. A hairline fracture marred the area beside the entrance where his bare hand was splayed against the wall.

"Grimmjow," he stated in that dispassionately even tone. "Remove your hands from my fracción this instant."

Grimmjow's expression sharpened into a taunting smirk, not an ounce of intimidation in the face of Ulquiorra's cold fury. His hands remained fisted in the fabric of your clothes, body angled in a clear statement of defiance and challenge.

"Your fracción, huh?" He drawled, giving you a deliberate onceover. "You sure 'bout that, Ulquiorra? Seems to me like your little pet has been dying for someone else to take her for a walk."

The temperature dropped several more degrees as Ulquiorra's reiatsu pulsed with the barest flickers of reined rage. You shrank back against the wall as the two Espada locked in a battle of sheer dominance.

"I won't repeat myself, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra intoned with chilling evenness. "Release her. Now."

The taller Arrancar barked out a harsh laugh. "Or what? You gonna make me?" His tongue traced the corner of his bloodied mouth as he deliberately crowded closer to you, body a mocking provocation. "Maybe I'm gettin' a little tired of you hoarding all the pretty pets for yourself, Ulquiorra."

His large palm cupped the back of your neck as he leaned in, lips brushing the delicate shell of your ear. "Maybe it's time I picked up a new bitch to train..."

The resounding boom of Ulquiorra's Sonido reverberated through the chamber. You flinched violently, held immobile by Grimmjow's iron grip as Ulquiorra now loomed mere inches away. The temperature had plummeted to arctic levels, his emerald stare lasering into you with an intensity you had never witnessed before turning that baleful promise of violence on Grimmjow.

"You will not lay another hand on what is mine, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra stated with soft, undeniable finality. "Unless you wish to have it removed permanently."

The two Espada stared each other down, locked in a battle of sheer dominance and unspoken challenge. Grimmjow's smirk stretched wider, downright feral as he made one last play.

"We'll see about that," he purred, blatantly pulling you flush against his chest as his hot tongue traced the racing pulse of your throat. "I always did love breaking in a new bitch..."

Ulquiorra remained utterly motionless, reiatsu thickening the air with an oppressive, arctic chill as he stared Grimmjow down. There was no outward shift in his stoic expression, but his emerald gaze glinted with a contemplative darkness that promised unimaginable consequences.

Grimmjow met that stare for a tense few heartbeats before throwing his head back with a scoff of dismissive amusement. With one last lingering look at you, he slowly freed his grip, calloused fingers trailing along your jawline.

"You just keep telling yourself that, Ulquiorra," he rumbled, pitched just loud enough to ensure his next words carried clearly. "But I'm going to make that pretty little fracción of yours scream for me soon enough. Gonna have her soaking my sheets, beggin' me to let her be my new obedient pet."

The faintest of smirks pulled at Grimmjow's split lips as he took a deliberate step back, allowing his heated leer to rake over your tense form once more. "I'll be sure to let you hear every desperate, needy sound she makes when I'm pounding into that-"

Whatever filthy promise he was about to make died on his tongue as Ulquiorra's frigid reiatsu spiked in a sweeping arc of murderous intent. Grimmjow's eyes cut towards the fourth Espada, a taunting grin splitting his face at provoking such a rare show of unrestrained fury.

With one final, mocking sweep of his gaze over you, the Sixth retreated towards the shattered entrance, movements rolling with barely leashed violence.

As the doorway fell ominously silent in Grimmjow's wake, you swallowed hard, pinned in place by the circling vortex of Ulquiorra's presence. His stare remained fixated on where the other Arrancar had disappeared, emerald irises glittering with quiet menace.

Ulquiorra's gaze bored into you with an intensity that rooted you in place long after Grimmjow's mocking footsteps faded. His reiatsu swirled in a maelstrom of icy displeasure and barely restrained violence. When he finally spoke, his tone was clipped and brooked no argument.

"Come."

He didn't wait for a response, pivoting on his heel and trusting you to fall into step behind him. You hastened to obey, trailing in his wake as he led you through the maze of corridors in tense silence. From your periphery, you stole glimpses of his ramrod straight back and the subtle flex of powerful shoulders beneath the white jacket.

At last, he ushered you through an unmarked door into his private quarters. The atmosphere was spartan and austere, not a single item out of place. Ulquiorra turned to face you, emerald stare piercing straight through you as he loosed the barest exhalation.

"Explain yourself." It was not a request.

You swallowed hard, trembling slightly under the full weight of his banked displeasure. "I-I was just following orders, treating Grimmjow's injuries as protocol..."

The faint twitch of his brow indicated he was unimpressed with your excuse. In three strides, he erased the space between you, artic eyes blazing as he caged you against the unforgiving wall. His palms slammed on either side of your head with enough force to make you flinch.

"You allowed him to touch what is mine," Ulquiorra stated, each word laced with a dangerous undercurrent. "To make lurid claims and disrespect the order I have established."

His body was a solid, unyielding line mere inches from yours, radiating an intensity that stole the breath from your lungs. You felt utterly pinned, ensnared by the scorching promise blazing in his gaze.

"You have been reminded of your place," he murmured in that low, even timbre that brooked no argument. "Now you shall receive...punishment."

You trembled under the full intensity of Ulquiorra's emerald glare, his reiatsu a suffocating vortex of arctic dominance.

"Strip," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

Your breath hitched, caught between instinctive obedience and a tendril of hesitation. As his sole fracción, you knew all too well how possessive and territorial the cuatro Espada could be. But an intimate act like undressing before him felt...uncertain. You had always sensed an inexplicable connection, but your relationship existed in a careful imbalance, devoid of human constructs like romance.

Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed a fraction at your hesitation, jaw tightening imperceptibly. In two strides he closed the distance, hands shooting out to fist in the collar of your jacket. With one harsh yank, the sturdy fabric parted in a spray of buttons as he laid you bare from the waist up in a single, ruthless motion.

You gasped, instinctively trying to cover yourself, but he was uncompromising. His larger frame boxed you in, hands gripping your wrists to pin them against the wall above your head. His body was an unyielding line pressed against you as he wielded his considerable weight and strength to immobilize you completely.

"Do not test me, woman," Ulquiorra stated in a low rasp that contained no inflection...and every unspoken threat. "You forget your place far too easily."

His free hand scored down your front, blunt nails raking down the exposed skin of your breasts before continuing in one fluid motion. The remaining garments covering your frame parted like tissue paper in his wake, fluttering to pool at your feet in ruined tatters.

You stood utterly bared before him, pulse fluttering wildly in your throat as his hungry stare drank in every unveiled inch. Ulquiorra leaned in, lips a hairsbreadth from your ear, tone softened to a molten rasp.

"You. Are. Mine. This is merely a reminder..."

His muscled thighs forced your legs apart as one iron-cord arm wrapped around your waist, hauling your exposed body flush against his.

A breathless gasp tore from your throat at the feeling of his arousal, heavy and insistent against your core.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping against the smooth bone as he held you in a vice grip, preventing you from pulling away. Ulquiorra's palm slid across the swell of your hip, fingers digging in with bruising strength as he angled your hips up, grinding the bulge of his cock against your slit.

You let out a breathless, stuttered moan, arching instinctively as pleasure lanced through you, white-hot and searing. You felt him throb against your core, the sensation only heightening your own growing desire.

"It's my duty to remind you," Ulquiorra continued in a husky rasp as his free hand slid up, calloused fingers curling possessively around the curve of your breast. "To remind you exactly who you belong to..."

His thumb dragged across the taut bud of your nipple, drawing another involuntary moan from your lips. You were already slick and aching, the rough friction of his clothes against your sensitive flesh sending jolts of electric heat straight to your core.

"But you don’t deserve my cock," Ulquiorra continued with deceptive softness. His voice was a velvet-laced threat, every syllable laden with promise. "Not yet."

With a sharp motion, his large hand wrapped around the column of your throat, forcing your chin up and leaving you exposed. He squeezed, a subtle reminder of his unwavering dominance. Your pulse raced under the firm press of his palm, a dizzying cocktail of adrenaline and desire thrumming through your veins.

Ulquiorra's thumb pressed into the corner of your mouth, forcing your lips open as his eyes flashed with dark intent. His head tilted down, hovering close enough for his heated breath to fan over your lips as he murmured a single command.

"On the bed."

You didn't hesitate. The moment his hand left your throat, you scurried to obey, crawling across the stark white sheets. Your knees sank into the plush material, the smooth fabric a cool contrast against your flushed skin. Before you couldeven turn back to look at him, Ulquiorra's hand pressed down against the small of your back, forcing you forward onto the mattress.

"Present yourself."

That commanding rasp had you shivering, a visceral reaction to the unspoken demand. The air thickened with the crackling energy of his reiatsu, a silent reminder that you were entirely at his mercy. You knew better than to test him.

With your palms planted against the sheets, you arched your back, raising your ass high in a display of unspoken submission. You couldn't help the hot flush creeping down your neck and spreading across your cheeks at the lewdness of your position, but there was no denying the answering flood of heat between your thighs.

The bed shifted, a subtle creak as Ulquiorra joined you. Your entire body was strung tight, every nerve alight with a delicious tension at being so thoroughly under his control. You felt his presence, a magnetic pull, even before his warm palms slid along the backs of your thighs, mapping the soft skin.

"Do not move," Ulquiorra stated, each word laden with unmistakable promise. "Unless I instruct you otherwise."

His thumbs pressed into the seam of your legs, parting the sensitive folds of your pussy. The rush of cool air against your dampened slit drew a soft gasp, followed by an unbidden moan as his thumb traced up and down your dripping slit.

"How predictable," he murmured, tone dipping into that darkly amused purr that made your stomach twist with anticipation. "Already wet and wanting. You would present yourself so easily, offer your body up to the first one who asks?"

Ulquiorra's fingertips danced up and down your slit, painting the slick, velvety flesh with feather-light strokes. He dipped in ever so slightly, tracing the puffy outer lips of your entrance. "As if it doesn’t already belong to me…"

Your breath came out in shallow pants as he traced the edges of your dripping slit, not quite penetrating, but drawing forth the slick proof of your arousal. His thumb dipped in, gathering the moisture before circling the swollen bud of your clit.

Your fingers tightened into the sheets, fighting the urge to arch into the tantalizing pressure as he circled and stroked with torturous leisure. It was an effort not to squirm and buck against his hand, chasing the mounting pleasure.

"Be still," Ulquiorra warned.

There was a note of warning in his tone, a subtle reminder that your pleasure was entirely at his mercy. His fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration, spreading your folds with excruciating care.

"You should be grateful," he continued in a dark murmur. "Grateful that I am the one who chose you. That I have allowed you the honor of belonging to me."

His palm slid across the curve of your ass, leaving a trail of slick against your skin. "If I were anyone else, I would have already taken you by now. Pinned you down and forced myself inside you."

A ragged moan slipped past your lips at the thought of being used so roughly. It was a perverse fantasy, one you had never dared imagine with him. You wanted to bury your face in the sheets, hide the shameful heat flooding your cheeks, but you dared not move.

Ulquiorra's thumb pressed into the puckered rosebud of your asshole, making you jerk at the unexpected sensation. He paused, letting the weight of his gaze settle on you, a subtle reminder of his unrelenting dominance.

"But I am not," he continued, the subtle note of amusement lacing his words. "I am not that beast, Grimmjow, who would simply take whatever he wants. I am not that lowly hollow, content to rut mindlessly and waste my seed on the next available female."

You shuddered, torn between the thrill of his words and the fear that he would leave you like this, a desperate, needy mess. Ulquiorra's free hand splayed across the small of your back, a heavy reminder of his presence.

"And neither are you." His tone softened, the faintest hint of approval coloring the deep rasp. "You will know my cock when I decide to give it to you."

His thumb continued its unhurried circle of your asshole, each pass dipping a little further, teasing the tight ring of muscle. You whimpered, torn between the dual sensations, both of which made your cunt clench with white-hot need. "Now, open yourself for me."

Ulquiorra's order had a sharp, authoritative edge that made you ache with arousal. The heat of his palm disappeared, the sudden loss of contact making you feel strangely exposed. Your fingers flexed in the sheets, hesitating for a moment.

"Wider. Expose yourself."

His words were a command, brooking no disobedience. You obeyed, shimmying your knees a little further apart, the movement causing your ass to spread wider. You had never been so lewdly displayed before, never felt so vulnerable.

The faintest exhalation reached your ears, a soft huff of breath that was the closest thing to a verbal acknowledgment from Ulquiorra. His palm trailed down the curve of your ass, tracing a path of fire in its wake. A tantalizing pause before you felt his finger brush against your folds.

"Good girl."

The praise sent a jolt straight through your core, the subtle warmth in his tone spurring you on. His finger slid along your slick folds, gathering the evidence of your desire before circling the puckered rosebud again. The slick pressure had you sucking in a sharp breath, hips twitching instinctively.

"Keep your hands on the bed," Ulquiorra warned. "Or I will tie them down and leave you aching and unsatisfied. Do not think I will tolerate such disobedience."

He emphasized his point with a deliberate swipe of his thumb along the sensitive seam, making your toes curl. You could do nothing but nod and sink further into the mattress, surrendering to his touch.

Ulquiorra resumed his unhurried exploration, dipping his index finger into the tight furl of your ass before circling it with tantalizing leisure. Your breath hitched as he repeated the motion, pressing his slickened finger just past the tight ring of muscle.

You were helpless to the moan that slipped out, a visceral reaction to the unfamiliar intrusion. A momentary pause, as if he was contemplating, then Ulquiorra slowly pressed forward, working his finger inside you.

A breathless moan tumbled past your lips, the slow stretch and burn sending a wave of pleasure-pain coursing through you. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, the unfamiliar fullness drawing a choked gasp from your throat.

Ulquiorra didn't stop, his free hand splaying across your lower back as he worked his finger deeper. You shivered, feeling the weight of his gaze boring into you. There was an element of possession in his movements, his dominance a palpable force as he worked you open, claiming your body in a way you had never known.

"You would allow a beast like him to touch what is mine," Ulquiorra continued. His low tone was laced with subtle displeasure, each word a quiet statement of ownership. "Would you let him defile this beautiful body of yours?"

His finger pumped slowly, sliding deeper, working you open as he pressed his thumb against the puffy, pink lips of your cunt. The dual stimulation had you writhing, a whimper slipping from your lips as he stretched your ass.

"You're lucky I was the one to find you first," he murmured, tone edging towards dangerous. "Had any other male discovered you, they would have mounted you without question. You would have been nothing more than a hole for them to use."

You whimpered, equal parts humiliation and arousal at the image his words painted. His finger thrust forward with more force, making you gasp. You wanted to protest, deny the possibility that anyone else could possess you the way he did, but you knew better than to speak.

Ulquiorra withdrew, only to return with two fingers this time. The sudden increase had you crying out, hips twitching instinctively. You didn't dare move, knowing all too well the consequences. But it was a challenge to remain still when every inch of you ached for release.

"But not me. I am not a beast, woman." His tone had dipped, taking on a dangerous edge. "I will not debase myself by taking you so roughly, like some mindless animal. I am above that."

His fingers scissored and spread, working your ass with relentless precision. He didn't pause or hesitate, not even when you clenched down around him, a natural reaction to the overwhelming pleasure-pain.

Your eyes squeezed shut, unable to stop the whimper of want and desperation as he slid deeper, his knuckles bumping against the puckered ring of your ass. Every instinct told you to writhe and buck, to seek more friction, but you forced yourself to stay still.

Ulquiorra's palm slid down the curve of your ass, fingers tracing the seam of your leg, painting your skin with the evidence of your arousal. You couldn't hold back the moan as he traced your dripping slit, circling your clit with the barest of pressure.

"You are going to come for me," he stated. It was not a request, nor an offer. It was a command, spoken with absolute certainty. "And you are going to scream my name when you do."

There was no room for refusal. Ulquiorra's finger stroked your clit, rubbing slow, measured circles, all while continuing to pump his fingers into your ass. The dual sensations were too much. Your hips twitched and jerked, fighting the urge to buck wildly as heat coiled low in your stomach.

Your thighs trembled, every nerve singing, drawn impossibly tight. All it took was the slightest increase in pressure on your clit. Pleasure exploded, white-hot and blinding, coursing through you like a lightning strike. A powerful rush of hot liquid gushed from your pussy, soaking Ulquiorra's hand and the sheets beneath. The breath was knocked from your lungs as your entire body shook and convulsed.

A guttural cry was wrenched from your throat as you came, vision going white. All the while, Ulquiorra never paused or faltered, driving his fingers in a relentless rhythm. You were continuously wracked with waves of pleasure, the aftershocks rippling through you, spraying a stream of hot liquid with every pump of his fingers until it slowed down to a trickle.

By the time the last shuddering pulse subsided, you were gasping for air, head spinning with the force of your release. You could only collapse onto the mattress, a shivering, spent mess.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but your labored breaths. You lay sprawled across the soaked sheets, trembling as your body came down from the intense high.

A firm tug on your arm startled you, jerking you upright. Before you could fully register, Ulquiorra's warm palm gripped the back of your neck, fingers tangling in the sweat-dampened strands. He jerked you forward, pulling your mouth to his.

His lips crashed against yours in a demanding kiss. There was nothing tender or exploratory about it. It was a conquering, a claiming. The hard press of his lips bruised and battered as he devoured you.

It was all you could do to hold on. Your fingers clung to his shoulders, nails scraping against the fabric as his tongue pushed past the seam of your lips. A strangled moan was ripped from your throat, muffled by the ferocity of his kiss.

Ulquiorra was unforgiving. He swallowed every sound, claiming and dominating until the taste of copper bloomed on your tongue. When he finally pulled away, the look he leveled at you was pure, unadulterated ownership.

"It seems I was the one to make you soak my sheets," he murmured, his deep timbre roughened by a hint of emotion. His grip tightened, emerald irises boring into you. "Remember this."

With that, he released his grip, leaving you dazed and breathless. He didn't turn back, merely straightened his clothes and strode to the door, a silent dismissal. As the entrance swung shut behind him, the only thing left for you to do was sink into the damp sheets.

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