#handsome ulqui is handsome

[sashi-ya]

𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆. barista! ulquiorra cifer x f! reader. nsfw

request: Ulquiorra and fem!Reader "discovering" each other, the way innocent creatures do. They're both completely inexperienced and try making their way around each other, at times she's too yielding, maybe he's somewhat forceful (in the "isn't this what I'm supposed to be doing?" kind of way), being completely mesmerised by her foreign to him self (maybe only half aware of that). Cute and a little bit dark ("you've forfeited your right to belong to another. you have given yourself to me, and must accept the consequences of your foolish action." or something emo like that lol). Bonus points for ONNA, but I'll understand if you skip it ;) Thank you for filling whichever one, or just for reading <3 a/n: hi anon! of course love!! it's a little long but I love to write for Ulqui so I hope you enjoy 💙 tw: +18 mdni. first time together. discovering each other. oral g/r. masturbating g/r. romantic (as romantic as ulquiorra can be) love making. rough in the end. open to interpretation wether you want them to be virgins or not. wc: 3.8k masterlist

While your lips suck on a paper straw, your eyes are only focused upon “an emerald mystery”. 

Those smaragdine eyes, that pale skin that seems it’s never seen the sun, hair and nails as black as onyx. The barista always works alone, at the back, almost hidden, as if he forced himself not to talk, not to speak to any person around. 

He is delicate, metodic; pouring coffee, milk and syrups, everyday he prepares the drink you pay for. But, at least from what you know, he has never once looked at you. It’s ok; you wouldn’t know how to begin a conversation with him either way; your knowledge regarding men is quite limited. 

“What are you looking at?” that beautiful ginger woman asks with a tray of sweets in her hands. 

“Uh! Nohting. Sorry, were you telling me something?” you ask her; she is the owner of that small bakery in Karakura town. 

She smiles sweetly, and serves you a variety of sweet breads. There are buns filled with strawberry and cream, others with crème pâtissière and some others with jam. 

“Ah! Are these new?” you ask, happy. Since it opened you have been visiting her bakery. However, just recently -at least a couple of months ago- she hired a barista. That handsome, pale and “emo” one you enjoy looking at. 

“Yes! I’ve been craving a lot more of those recently, so I wanted to add them to the menu. Please try them, those are on the house ~” she says, tracing little circles on her lower belly. 

Ah, she must be pregnant… How cute! 

“Ulquiorra-kun!” she turns around, calling the -up until now unnamed- barista. “Please make our best client the new cappuccino! Add cinnamon to it, don’t forget! Ah… cinnamon…” she goes away, with her index on her cheek, thinking perhaps about a new recipe. 

You flush, feeling your heart beat faster and your legs becoming bouncy from those two green eyes looking straight towards your table.

He is looking at me… he is looking at me! 

Soon, maybe sooner than expected, he personally brings you a new cup. His pale hands, slender, handsome, arrange the beverage on the table. Perhaps he takes more time than what it would normally take someone to serve a customer. 

“Here. “Little Bun Cappuccino” – or uh- something like that I don’t know” he comments; letting you know he indeed has a voice. A very low toned, but deadly voice. 

“Thank you… Ulquiorra ~” you dare to mention his name, catching his attention for longer than a couple of seconds. 

He nods, looking straight into the ground immediately after and as he goes back to his “cave”.  You giggle; now you know what he actually reminds you of. A bat! 

It took at least a couple of months for you two to finally share a somehow proper conversation; the boss, Orihime, left her bakery to Ulquiorra while her pregnancy made her stay at home more often. She still visited and worked there, but the closer it got to her due date, the less she attended…

“Good afternoon ~” you salute, happy to see his emerald big orbs gain a little shine when you cross the door. 

“It is technically already night” Ulquiorra corrects you with a tint of reproach in his tone. 

It is true, you weren’t able to make it earlier at the café. You had to stay at Uni for longer than expected today. 

“Sorry; I have a lot to study… I might need the strongest, blackest coffee you could make me! Like a black hole!” you chime, letting your bag flop into the ground while you climb the stool. Those days when you sat back at a table belong in the past; now, you sit right at the counter, close to him. 

Ulquiorra diligently prepares exactly what you’ve asked for; though you should be a little more careful with your requests as he can take things very literally. 

He places a white cup filled up to the brim with indeed a liquid that looks like a pure void, closer to dark matter in it. He does by bending forward, enough for her nose to almost reach yours. 

“女… Here. Drink. I’m closing soon, wait for me?” straight to the point, Ulquiorra asks you… even if he didn’t actually need to ask. 

Pleased, you sip on your cup, and nod energetically while you do. It took time, but you have become very comfortable around him. 

Amazingly, the coffee tastes good. And, as always, the temperature is just right for you. He has mastered his technique only and just to adjust to your likings, something he didn’t think was “the sweetest thing ever” but still was to you. 

The “bat boy” prepares everything for the closing time, turning the machines off, making sure everything that belongs into the fridge is indeed inside of it. He then starts washing the last few cups and plates left, while he seems a little troubled, even fidgety. Something is on his mind, something he might need to ask.

“What is it?” you utter, fixed on the black matter slowly swirling inside the cup. “You seem uneasy, what is going on?” 

Ulquiorra turns the tap off; still silent. He sighs and finally drops the bomb. 

“Are you staying late at your uni because you have a romantic interest there?” he asks, seriously, without a single hint of emotion. 

You look him in the eyes, confused. Slowly, as you let the cup over the counter, you turn your head to the side. A romantic interest he says? Your only romantic interest is actually him… 

“Ulqui… I- you…” you are left speechless for some time. Thinking of the right choice of words -on a very innocent and inexperienced mental book- you scratch your head before talking. “Are you asking this because you wanna know or because you are jealous?”

You immediately wanna slap yourself; why would you ask something like that instead of telling him the evident truth; you two were silently dating, but none of you dared to acknowledge it. 

“How can I be jealous if I don’t know if you have or not a romantic interest?” he asks, making a very good point. 

You laugh, cutely. It only makes him blink a couple of times more than usual. And maybe, perhaps, his heart beat a lot faster than ever. 

“I do have a romantic interest, but is not from uni” you comment, playing with a used paper napkin to avoid looking straight into his eyes. 

“Ah…” he mutters, this time a little sad. 

“Don’t you wanna know his name?” you ask, playfully. What an absolute cute dork he can be. 

“No, it wouldn’t change a thing” he answers, right away. Ulquiorra turns around and keeps doing his work. Now he has become even more silent than ever; virtually, a mute. 

You do as well; speechless for real this time. WHAT? HOW- AH!! 

“You know what? I’m heading home now, I’m sorry… I’m tired” you murmur, with a lump in your throat. Apparently he doesn’t really care, nor is he jealous. He was simply… curious?

Ulquiorra keeps drying his hands with a white cloth, looking a little mad you are leaving but still without saying a single word.

You give him a “sad smile”, almost ironic, mad and hurt, and turn around without looking back. Yet, before you could cross the door, you stop.

“By the way, my “romantic interest” is called Ulquiorra” you spit, ready to disappear. After such a revelation, that shouldn’t even take him as a surprise, you need to escape such deadly silence that’s loud and also violent. 

You get stopped by a cold hand wrapped around your wrist just before you leave.

“Wait, Onna” he says, pulling you to get back inside.

“What do you want?” you sigh, turning around with teary eyes.

The bat man takes a deep breath before talking. “You like me?” he asks, almost amazed by how someone could think about him that way. 

You sigh; defeated. He didn’t tell by now? 

“Of course I do ~” you murmur, shy, looking at his hand still tightly gripped from your wrist. 

He takes some time to think; a little too much. It feels like an eternity, while you wait for him to say something, to do something. You swallow incipient tears, those that were about to fall right after you let him know about your feelings. 

“Then you are not scared of me?” he says, making absolutely no sense. Why would you? 

You shake your head, quickly, denying such stupid question. 

Suddenly, then, Ulquiorra pulls you -in a rather violent swing- closer to him. So much closer, enough for your body to crash with his.

The tension in between you both can be compared with the strength of a lighting; for the very first time, your emo boy is finally holding you into his arms; the scent of his skin, so soft and fresh, hits you like the last spark necessary to light up the fire in your heart. 

It is almost impossible to stop you from kissing or biting his pristine white skin; how can someone be that pale? Isn’t that an unspoken invitation to left marks on it? 

You slither, just a little, for your nose to reach the small of his neck. Though you first aim for his right cheek; a subtle peck that paralyzes your lover. Then, the little protrusion of his jugular, of his muscles tensing become a deadly temptation you can’t dismiss…

Would it be so wrong for you to finally attack such a divine alluring place? 

It’s fast; it’s subtle. It’s daring, as well, especially for him. However, in terms of delicacy, this kiss will be the last since Ulquiorra doesn’t really know how to be particularly…soft. As you, he is completely clueless, allowing his needs and instincts to guide him from now on. 

“You have chosen me, then? No other person, but me? Are you sure you want me, Onna? ” he asks, passing his index underneath your chin to lift your head up and face him. 

“No other, but you… It is you who I want…” you whisper back, becoming the epitome of devotion. 

In a sudden rapt of desperation, his lips crash with yours. You can feel his front teeth against yours, but still, you don’t mind. Even if it’s a little too much, you are amazed to discover a hidden feral creature.

Many kisses, that clumsily evolve into passionate ones, make you slowly allow your body to relax. So much your arms surround his neck, you need support… maybe your legs are failing, maybe your body only wishes to be handled by his hands only. 

During one of those little pauses you take to breathe in between brutal making out, you mention the need to definitely close the bakery; anyone could enter, anyone could see from the sidewalk such lewd spectacle. 

Ulquiorra agrees and only separates from you to press the button to close the metallic curtains down. Those seconds feel eternal; come back, I need more of your kisses… please.

The emerald eyed man comes back right after; now, nothing can interfere in between you and him. He strikes you like a spear, back at your lips. His hands, welcome back the indentation of your waist, squeezing, palpating, enjoying how your flesh feels against his palm. 

Tripping, you take little steps back. Enough you do, until your ass hits the table you used to seat at when you met him for the very first time. There, exactly there, is where Ulqui desires to take you. 

Your back bends over, adopting the table’s form until you end up laying flat. His arms land one on each side, your legs spread open on their own to let his slim body fit in between. 

The “bat” man takes a look at your body; he seems to be more than attracted, perhaps even more than curious; his façade shows an expression you’ve never seen before… lust. 

He lusts for you, his body does, his eyes do, and his heart does. 

Ulquiorra bends over your body; he doesn’t want to kiss you now, though. He only needs to uncover your anatomy, discovering what’s hiding underneath your clothing. 

“You are going to show me your body; you won’t say anything but "yes", Onna” he says, scaring you just a little. 

“That’s… a little harsh” you whisper; and despite your words, your hips buck up in a desperate attempt of your core to meet his. 

Ulquiorra frowns, confused. Isn’t this what he is supposed to do with a woman that pleads for him?

“However, I want to say yes to you, to everything you wish and want… so, yes… Ulquiorra-kun~” you answer, meekly, obediently, wickedly. 

He sighs; his brain getting completely taken over by a dark fog of sexual, obscene, pornographic imagery. So much it leads him to rip your blouse apart and expose your chest to him. His fingers act like claws, like a thirsty monster. 

You whine in response; your back arching accompanies the blouse opening. You allow Ulquiorra to finally witness the blooming of your biteable breasts. 

In fact, because of that, he pounces right to your chest; he needs more, he wants to see more. And more is what he gets, as he continues to undress you fully. 

You want to do the same, although his energy is not easily surpassed. However, you rely on a special weapon; your lips, your voice, your smutty pleads…

“Take your shirt off, Ulqui-kun… please ~” you purr, pulling from one of his sleeves. 

You would lie if you said you didn’t dream with this moment many times, but now that you can see the pale extents of his chest you can say it’s even better.

You also discover a round scar over where his heart is; your fingertips trace the bumpy traces of regenerated skin, wondering what could have caused such mark. 

Ulquiorra grabs your hand to stop you from touching, you can tell. “I will explain later…” he lets you know, taking your hand to his lips, placing a sweet kiss on your fingers and pinning it back against the table. 

You tremble; that warm peck, the feeling of pure connection… you are discovering what it feels to be praised, loved and devoured by a man you love. 

But his kisses do not limit to your lips and fingers, and sooner you have him leaving wet traces on every inch of your neck, chest, breasts and belly. Down, down he goes until the cold metallic button of your skirt meets his chin. 

“I will take this off” he comments; even with no experience and perhaps a violent approach, he asks for consent in his own ways. And you, of course, allow him to go as far as he wishes for. 

“Yes, Ulquiorra…”   you moan, while he continues to squeeze your breasts with his free hand. 

Fast enough, he frees the button of your skirt and lifts it up until your waist. He takes some time to admire the wet patch in between your legs, and the way your knee-high socks squeeze enough the skin of your thighs. 

Lost in temptation and dark thoughts, he bends over again; his tiny precious nose reach your core, he desires to watch, but also to smell and taste. 

You squirm at his now delicate approach; “Your sex is wet…” he mutters, and he does it so close to it you can even feel the warmth of his breath. “Stay still…” 

As if it were so easy, Ulquiorra Cifer!

He first enjoys your womanly perfume and then takes his tongue to trace little circles still over your panties. Your legs tend to close, but his hands squeeze them enough to keep them opened. 

“Open, keep them opened” he continues, while his indexes curl on the hem of your lingerie to pull them down. 

You can only nod, trying to see what his expressions look like while he discovers your sex for the very first time. It’s pointless, you can’t see his face when he finally buries his tongue in between the slit of your flower. 

This time you spasm a lot harder, tensing, blind searching for something to grab. And soon, his hair ends up tangled around your fingers, while he blesses you with an oral delight. 

Still a little clumsy, he manages to suck and relish every little drop of your honeys; to lick, to taste and stimulate every corner, every bump and hardness of your feminine anatomy. His fingers also become curious, playing with, sliding in and out of your entrance. 

You contort in response, carving your heels on his waist, discovering that this could be the very start of ecstasy. 

“Onna, your flavour… I like it, I like it so much” Ulquiorra grunts, emerging from your core and topping you back again. He crawls and slides his hands underneath your waist to pull your whole body down so that your core gets closer to his. 

He kisses your lips with still salty traces of your heat. You try to lift your back from the table, but he won’t allow you. You are trapped underneath that slim man, showing you that despite his body build he is way stronger than you. 

You shiver; squeezing both of his arms, with your nails chiselled into his skin. Sloppy eyelids covering prasine orbs look at you, while his fingers haven’t stopped playing with your sex. He learnt already that the more he hit your upper wall, the more you pant and gasp.

His black jeans fall to the ground of that bakery during some unknown moment you can’t quite recall; you don’t mind, though. You are amazed by the way his muscles create a perfect V, and in between the valley of his protruding hip bones down, his hardness shows itself. 

Your hand, unable to stay still, squirms from Ulqui’s grab and tries to reach the bulge in between his legs. You can barely touch, but you can already tell it has become the warmest spot on his body; you can also tell it is throbbing, yearning to be engulfed and surrounded by either your palms, or most definitely your milking walls. 

“What are you doing, woman?” he asks, while he keeps on masturbating you and biting every inch of your neck. 

“I wanna touch you…” you moan, trying to sound logical while your brain has turned into a mush of pleasure and desire. 

“You wanna touch me? Then do” he growls, with a voice that it is still soft and calmed but definitely soaked in lust. 

You widen your eyes; in between his forearm showing some protruding veins, showing muscles tensed to keep fingering you with proficiency, you see his boxer briefs slide down his hips and legs. 

Exposed, now, his shaft lays erect; so erect, it rests on his lower belly on an almost straight line. And it is pale as he is, even perhaps a little more. Also sprinkled by plumped veins, and a pinkish tip, it drips precum in a desperate attempt to honour its main purpose: seed. 

He comes closer, standing by your side and never once letting your folds go and much less the tiny button you have proven him to be your perdition. 

Clumsy and a little embarrassed you reach for his manhood, getting your palm coated of his transparent droplets. You know how to do it, you aren’t stupid; yet, when it comes to him, you feel like a virginal nymph. 

Slowly, you begin to touch, amazed by the reaction of an impassable Ulquiorra turn into rapt. When you increase the rhythm of the pumps, you enjoy his sharp mandible tensing and the way he throws his head back… oh, his slightly long hair raining on his nape, his lips separating just enough to let manly moans escape in between his front teeth. 

Such imagery impulses you to do more and more. Pulling him softly against you, the tip of your tongue catches the fine dripping thread of precum first, guiding his sex right into your wet mouth then. 

Ulquiorra gasps; to feel your lips surrounding his sex, to feel the dampened warmth of your mouth trapping his hardness… weak, that man has found his kryptonite… while his hips beg for more and automatically begin ramming against your throat. 

You don’t mind; in fact, the gagging that also blurs your eyes with little tears, makes it even hotter for you. But this is just the start, and while you enjoy him fucking your mouth, that lonely barista you once met needs to be buried deep, very deep inside of you. 

It takes all of his inner strength to finally take his manhood out of your mouth; He manages to do so, keeping in mind how much better it will feel once he gets to dive inside your heat. And so, moved by such desire, he abandons your side to crawl right in between your legs once more. 

This time, there is nothing he can say. He can’t ask, he can’t communicate he will indeed fuck you hard. He simply lets his eyes speak for him, fixed into yours, letting you know what his heart truly desires… he lusts for you, he lusts for your body, but most importantly, he lusts to become one in such sinful reunion of the flesh… 

No need to move, your sex is conveniently placed by the limits of the table so that Ulquiorra can reach just right. You wonder what will be able to clean the surface but now is not the time to regret any of your actions. 

He doesn’t really need to guide his shaft, as it reaches your entrance by simply crawling a little on top of you. You can feel his throbbing tip, clumsily but surely, sliding right in, giving you that first taste of heaven. 

You hug him, palms wide open caressing his back. You can feel it on your touch, the way his spine and shoulder blades move when he begins to go in and out of you. At first, he does slow, matching the pace of the sloppy kisses you both share. 

But then, as both become hungry, insatiable, addicted to the pleasure you want more… more, more… faster, harder, rougher… 

Ulqui’s back arches, his hips turn into violent hammers, the ramming is almost too strong for you to tolerate. Both bite each other’s flesh, leaving marks and purple reminders of your pass. 

Whines and moaning. Grunting, panting, desperately… in and out, slapping skins, wet noises… 

Fingers intertwined with yours, plastered against the table, squeezing your hands in romantic, but still concupiscent reaction to an arriving climax… 

“Onna… this is the first time I am able to see the colours of your eyes” he sighs, loudly, exhausted, still twitching as he finishes in and out of your core.

“The "colours" ?” you ask, relaxing your body after an intense orgasm.

“I can’t see colours… but your eyes, this is the very first time I’ve seen any colour at all…” 

Who would have said he did not only looked and acted like a bat, he was also colourblind… colourblind, except for your eyes 💚 ~  

[luvlyycy]

as you can tell i am absolutely smitten w ulquiorra plspls write something w ulqui n a goth reader in a school or college party. they'd probably hang out together n end up getting drunk together ( drunk kissing!? )

ANYTHING FOR YEW SENNNN !!! ulqui × goth reader ... hahhh.. so good... i put grimmjow in this as a bystander (he dragged ulqui to his party) ANYWAY ENJOY <3

ulquiorra can confidently say — he hates parties. he dislikes the socializing aspect. doesn't enjoy being around people at all, if he had it his way, he'd never step foot in one of those functions ever again.

but when he has a dorm-mate like grimmjow, he doesn't have a choice.

this is one of those times when he doesn't have a choice. grimmjow's throwing a college campus party, and he's inviting basically everyone he knows— except his enemies obviously.

"not going."

grimmjow groans as he decorates the house he rented out for the party, "yeah, right. i'll fuckin' drag you there if i hafta." he huffs out, arm stretching upward to hook lights on something.

ulquiorra stares ahead for a moment, hands holding his phone, "okay." he simply deadpans.

maybe he should've put up more of a fight, or disagreed more because now he's at the party he said he didn't want to be at.

the music is loud, deafening even— there's girls n guys all socializing. ulquiorra honestly sticks out like a sore thumb— his hair sticks out, his eyeliner, the paleness of his skin— it's all different. sometimes somebody approaches him but never stay to talk because talking to him makes them feel awkward— he doesn't care. he wants them to leave him alone.

he's holding his fourth drink, or at least he believes it to be his fourth drink. he takes a big gulp from the can— it's cheap, he can tell. grimmjow would never spend lots of money on alcohol. he could never go to a party like this sober.

he realizes too late that he's off to get his fifth drink, his eyes are kind of blown out and he's lost sight of anybody he moderately knew— hands fumbling through the cooler as he grabs another can— feeling none, he groans. he's in the kitchen now, opening the fridge to grab one of the better drinks from grimmjow's stash. he shuts the fridge to see you behind it.

he gets a bit jumpscared but he doesn't show it.

you're just standing there, nobody else in here but you. well, and him.

"why are you standing there?" he asks, trying his hardest not to slur.

you glance at him, your body off balance, "nobody wants to talk to me." you mumble, tell-tale red cup in your hand. not that you wanted to talk to them.

he wants to know if thats juice or alcohol, chances are it's alcohol.

"why?"

you shrug, leaning against the side of the fridge, "no clue." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink.

ulquiorra never usually finds people attractive. he doesn't care for that sort of thing. maybe it's all the drinks, or maybe it's the lighting of the lights in the kitchen— he doesn't know but you look so.. good.

he's drinking in your outfit, the blacks adorning your skin like a black rose that had blessed the earth. your eyeliner is so beautiful— your lips are beautifully decorated. your shoes match perfectly to your outfit— it's intoxicating him like his own brand of nicotine.

"you're staring."

he doesn't bother saying sorry, just clicks open his drink in response— eyes still locked onto yours. he's never seen someone look like you.

you think the same about him. he has such a unique style to himself, you can't pinpoint it— but he's awfully handsome.

"wanna go sit down?" you ask.

"sure." he responds.

when you both walk back to the specific couch ulquiorra was on, he finally remembers you. remembers how he'd seen you before but never paid any attention— he's glad he didn't pay attention. he fears he'd be smitten like a dog.

you both get comfortable on the couch with your drinks in hand. you glance at him to allow yourself time to appreciate his looks once again. he feels your gaze.

"why haven't we ever talked before?" he asks, taking a long gulp of the fruit flavored drink he had chosen earlier.

"don't know. maybe we just never had the chance." you giggle out.

you guys have talked before, but not much. never hanging out, just talking in passing.

it's been a few hours, more drinks, more talking, less people. you assume the party will be ending soon. somehow you've gotten closer to ulquiorra— every now and then he'll ask your name, even though he already knows it. your thighs are touching as he leans closer to you, his face flushed due to the alcohol— you wonder what he's doing. you giggle and stare back at him, only for him to wrap an arm around your waist.

he finally says it, "i think you're... pretty." he slurs into the side of your cheek.

okay, he was an affectionate drunk.

you giggle again, "i am?" you watch as he nods.

he's breathing slowly but his heart is beating fast— it's been a long night, both of your makeup is ruined. his eyeliner smudged, yours too. somehow it captures your essence even more.

he wraps his hand around your wrist, sucking in a small breath— "can, can i kiss you?" he breathes out.

you lean closer to him, your red cup toppled over on the floor— "yes."

it's like time stops for him, your lips landing on his— electrifying him, you taste like the spiked fruit punch, and he can't help but groan. your arms hook around his body, lips messily against each other's but it's so good.

it's amazing, the buzz, his hands holding you and pulling you onto his lap— it's all so good.

he pulls away to breathe, "i. i want your phone number." he huffs out, kissing you again.

this time you pull away, "let's hang out when we're not drunk." he mumbles a quick 'okay' before you both start making out again.

.

.

.

grimmjow stands there awkwardly, "party's over, y'all been swapping spit for thirty minutes." he groans, wrapping his hand around your arm to pull you off. you groan in annoyance, ulquiorra following suit.

"can't we sleep here, grim?" you ask, batting your eyes at grimmjow— he groans loudly, throwing the keys at your face, "whatever, just don't fuck it up." he yawns as he walks out the door.

you giggle as ulquiorra stares at you, his pupils practically hearts— "are we sleeping on the couch?" he questions. you nod slowly, you can't remember if there was a bed in this house.

you lay on the fairly large couch and ulquiorra lays next to you, wrapping his fairly muscular arms around you. "wait," he removes his coat to then place it over both of you, "there.".

you stare at him, cuddling up to him, "goodnight, ulqui."

"goodnight."

[ulneisch]

Future Society AU

Bleach Brave Souls

Lore introduction section

Ulquiorra is a special investigator in the Future Society that Kon finds himself lost in. Affiliated with a certain organization, he is currently infiltrating the slums on their orders.

Neil on the other hand is the assistant of his own spouse, namely Ulquiorra. He is very good at noticing details that others would miss and is always making notes so he doesn't forget things.

——

Uh! I've been wanting to do something with this AU for a long time, but I've had some complications designing my costume, but I was finally convinced with the design I made for myself!

Ulqui and me look handsome, don't we? 💙💚

[kyousei-archive]

     @aimcs​ sᴀɪᴅ: “ You have really pretty eyes. ” grimm casually complimenting ulqui tho , , ,,not rly thinking much of it, , , ,,

     Pretty...?

     ❝You’ve been spending too much time with the shop keep’s daughter.❞

     Eyes that Grimmjow seemed unable to look away from studied the other Arrancar closely. Familiar frown, knitted brow... Ulquiorra admitted that it wasn’t difficult to look at Grimmjow, not in the way it was difficult to look at Yammy, or even Nnoitra.

     Pretty, however, wasn’t a term that came to mind when thinking of Grimmjow. Ruthless. Angry. Impulsive... Now he was becoming careful and considerate, and Ulquiorra isn’t sure if he could consider that a positive change in Grimmjow’s life. They were Arrancar, creatures whose sole purpose for existing was to consume and gain power. No one meant to eat the hearts of those weaker than they should ever be careful or considerate.

     Handsome?

     Ulquiorra’s own slight frown pulled at his mouth as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

     ❝You’re getting too attached...❞

     Whether he was speaking to Grimmjow or himself... even he wasn't sure.

[elyonblackstar]

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Oh how cute ♡＾▽＾♡ little red ridding hood and the big bad handsome bat boi/ wolf ���� I can already feel the love in the...

Eheh Ulqui it sure is a big bad wolf!! Gotta steal that little young girl XP  And thank you ♥ I’m glad you like it! > u <