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luvlyycy · 5 months ago
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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
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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.
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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."
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ulneisch · 24 days ago
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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.
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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? 💙💚
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kyousei-archive · 5 years ago
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     @aimcs​ sᴀɪᴅ: “ You have really pretty eyes. ” grimm casually complimenting ulqui tho , , ,,not rly thinking much of it, , , ,,
     Pretty...?
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     ❝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.
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elyonblackstar · 6 years ago
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4ulqui-chan ha rebloggato la tua foto:�� �� ��  H A P P Y    H A L L O W E E...
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 <
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