#ulquiorra angst

[stanurines1mp]

Regrets

pairing: Ulquiorra Cifer x Fem!Gin's sister!Reader

type: angst

an: ignoring the fact that i start sm fanfics that i havent finished, here's another Bleach oneshot of one of my fav characters! i can write an entire essay on his character eheh. also, this is pretty short but im kinda lazy lol... its basically like the scene of him and orihime about the 'heart' but with a romantic(?) and angsty twist. so have fun and enjoy! dont forget to follow me on Tumblr and Wattpad! and share, like, vote, comment and all :)

warnings: angst (dont expect more from me), death, aizen (bro deserves a warning), gin (also deserves a warning but he's barely in here), reader is gin's younger sister, kinda rushed, blood (barely). i think thats all, lemme know if i miss anything! 

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Following Aizen into Hueco Mundo was a decision filled with regret. Leaving behind your friends from the Seireitei was not your best move. But what more could you do when your older brother, Gin, had brought you along?

Honestly, what was he thinking?

But you couldn't deny him. You swore to stay by each other's side and this was not an exception.

So there you stood just a little behind him, fingers gripping tightly on the sleeve of his robe. Scared, you were barely peeking into the view of whatever Hollow Aizen had found interest in.

Ever since you set foot in this world, you were driven with fear, longing for a sense of warmth in this cold atmosphere. It's much too different than the Soul Society and the Human World. You'd do anything to get back to either one of those. But you swore to stay with Gin.

And Aizen was kind enough not to separate you both.

Until one day, he found your presence to be irrelevant and quite honestly a nuisance though he hid that fact with a sweet little lie of saying that he just wanted you to be safe.

And you remembered that day very well, too.

After all, it happened during a meeting with all the Espadas who swore loyalty to the God wannabe. Seated around the table were those 10 Arrancars and the traitors of Soul Society, including you.

"Y/N," Aizen brought the attention to you.

At this point in time, you had made yourself somewhat comfortable. Or rather, you've let yourself not get involved with anyone except your brother. So from your seat, your slouching back immediately straightened while your eyes widened. 

Your gaze lifted to meet the man, his soft orbs peering into yours. To the outside looking in, one would think he was displaying a look of warmth but you knew better than to fall for his manipulation. 

"Y-Yes?" You stuttered.

Sure, you were aware of his tricks. That didn't mean you weren't scared of him. 

"I have a very important task for you," he smiled. "I have informed Ulquiorra of everything and he is in charge of you."

"Wait, what?!" Your words slipped out, panic jolting your body as you looked from the man to your brother, your brows stitched in a silent beg for help. 

Before your brother could display even a shift in expression, your body froze in the chair. Your eyes widened, your lips emitting a hitched gasp. 

Aizen's Reiatsu was hurting you. 

Your fingers clutched firmly at the edge of the table. Your lungs felt like it was closing up, your airway narrowing as you gasped helplessly for air. 

"Are you denying me, Y/N?" His tone was silky smooth, an eyebrow raised condescendingly. 

Not without struggle, your head began to shake weakly as the brims of your eyes begin to well up with tears. Having enough of your suffering for the moment, Aizen lowered his Reiatsu and you gasped loudly as you could feel air flowing in and out of you again. 

"My apologies, Aizen-sama," you trembled, gaze lowering to the ground.

To that, he let out a pleased hum that matched his smirk. What a fucking sadist. 

So that's why you were currently stuck next to the 4th Espada, hiding in the Dangai while you waited to capture the human girl Aizen took an interest in. Honestly, some part of you hated yourself for being in such a position, forcing the same fate on an innocent girl who would do anything for her friends. 

"Inoue-san," you cleared your throat one day, knocking on the door. 

You pushed it open and saw the girl's sullen figure on the floor, gazing at the moon. She remained silent as she watched you enter. 

"How are you doing?" You asked, knowing it wouldn't bring any sort of comfort whatsoever despite that being your intention. "If you need anything, I'm at your service," you sighed. 

Silence passed between you two. Though expected, you took it as a sign to leave. Just as you were about to, she stopped you with a question. 

"Kuchiki-san told me about you," she said. "Why did you betray the Soul Society?" 

Her question struck you right at the pit of your regretful heart, making you stop in your tracks. 

With a sigh, you answered, "Just as you'd come here for your friends, I would do anything for my brother."

Refusing to prolong the conversation, you took your leave. Turning a corner as you head to your room, you felt fingers wrapped around your wrist. Holding you in place, Ulquiorra then appeared before you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He raised his brows in question. 

Your eyes met his and you lowly exhaled. 

"Aizen-sama said that she's under our care," you reminded. "I am only caring for her." 

He let go of your hand, eyes still staring into yours. "You have no need to make friends with  her." 

A scoff slipped past your lips. "What are you?" You changed the subject, rather curious about something regarding the Arrancar. "Which part of Death do you signify, Ulquiorra?"

With your eyes stuck on him, paired with your question, he felt somewhat, exposed. His lips remain pursed, gaze peeling away from yours as he turned to walk away. 

"I do not see how that is of any relevance." 

"If I am to work by your side, I'd like to know more about you," you simply answered. 

Looking over his shoulder, he said, "As I said, I do not see the relevance." 

"I'll find out soon enough," you hummed, watching as he walked away. 

And with your future days spent closely with him, you actually did figure him out. 

You could clearly see it in his eyes, you actually wondered how you could have missed that. But you couldn't miss it anymore as each day passes by and he often visited you. 

It was odd but you had realized how frequently he came to see you whether it was to send you food or talk about the prisoner. You wondered if it was intentional but over time, you didn't seem to mind it. And maybe because now that you know him, you couldn't help the interest you held for him. 

You wanted to understand him. 

You wanted to understand why it was that you noticed his eyes changing since the day he met you. 

It seemed like you managed to reach that on an afternoon in Hueco Mundo. 

You were gazing at the blue sky, a smile tickling your complexion at the view that reminded you of the warmth back in Soul Society. But the one that sheltered you at the moment was nothing but a fake. At such a thought, your smile faltered. 

"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra's voice ran through your spine. 

"It's so heavy," you murmured. 

"What is?" 

You let out a sigh, turning around to see him. "My heart," you said. "It's full of regrets." 

He let out a patronizing scoff, "You humans and Soul Reapers toss that word around mindlessly. What is this 'heart'?" 

Your eyes flickered close for a moment but hearing his question, you understood him. 

And you understood yourself. 

And with a saddened smile, you reduced the distance with a question. "Do you not believe in the existence of the heart?" 

"I do not believe in things I cannot see," he began, taking another step. "Even with these eyes of mine that perceive all, I cannot see this so-called 'heart'."

"And that makes it not real?" 

His hand stretched forward, fingers aiming at your heart. 

"If I rip out your chest, will I see it? If I crush open your skull, will I see it?" 

The gap between the tip of his finger and the fabric of your dress over your heart closed with another step from you. His long nail threatened to puncture your skin but you did not have it in you to break your composure as you stared into his eyes. 

"Do it, then," your words silkened out daringly. 

You can see surprise behind those dark eyes, only aiding you to go further. 

"Rip out my chest. Crush open my skull. Do whatever you must to find my heart because I can assure you, it is real and it is there." 

You could see the slight tremble in his hand. With another step toward him, your dress let out a ripped sound as his claws penetrated through. 

"I have a heart that beats and with each passing second, it beats for you." 

Your lips parted in a slight gasp as you feel warm blood oozing out. Still, you let yourself be guided by your heart. 

"I am not afraid of you, Ulquiorra," you exhaled. "As I can see the emptiness in you begin to fill with the reflection of my love for you." 

Any changes of expression he tried to hide had failed terribly. But he was not the only one shocked by your confession.

It seems that you've let yourself fall for the 4th Espada. 

Maybe that would soon turn into yet another one of your regrets but for the time being, he let you go. 

His cold, empty demeanor had returned when he retracted his arm to his side. He began to walk away, leaving you a taste of his void and disappointment. But before he closed the door, he stopped. Over his shoulder, he looked in your direction but not really looking at you. 

"The human's friends have come to Hueco Mundo. My order for you is to stay in your room," he slurred out. "No matter what." 

With everything that occurred next, you still remained in your room. Why? 

Because he had asked you to. 

And you were meant to listen to him. 

So you ignored all the changes in Spiritual Pressure that occurred in Hueco Mundo to fulfill his order. But there was one change that you can no longer ignore. 

And with that worry,��that fright, you ran out of your room. With all your strength, you flew upwards, past the fake skies of Las Noches and into the truth of Hueco Mundo. Landing on the ground, you stood up. 

And it was as if your mere presence had caused him to peel away his gaze from his opponent. His eyes that met yours were no longer those you saw during your first meeting. 

That emptiness that he signified was filling up. 

Just as your tears welled in your eyes, your lips parted in a frightful gasp, watching his wings begin to disappear. His hand, the very same one that bled you, lifted from his side. His fingers reached for you. Allowing your tears to fall, you cried as you ran to him, your own hand stretched out to grasp his. 

Yet no matter how fast you ran, you could never reach him. 

He was so close.

Yet so far. 

"I see it now," he said, stopping you in your tracks with wide eyes and parted lips. "I understand now," he said. 

You ignored the presence of the humans, only focusing on the fallen Espada. 

"Your heart," he let out, fingers beginning to close in an empty grip. "Has always been in the palm of my hands." 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you ran to him again, weakly struggling to reach him. 

But just when you did, his hand leaves you as it dissipated into darkened ash.

With a loud cry, you fell to your knees, our tears unabashedly falling to your cheeks. Your left hand clutches over your heart-

"Rip out my chest."

-while your right hand clutches over your head-

"Crush open my skull." 

As you were heeding his last order, he was heeding yours, providing you the sensation of actions you asked for. 

Yet another regret filled that heavy heart of yours.

[fzketch]

Hyperfixation strikes again so I thought about sketching a super rough cute thing of these two.

[grimmcheems]

UlquiHime 🖤❄️

🗣️These two were my Roman Empire during my bleach phase🗣️, punching the air rn bc they could’ve had it all😭😭💀Orihime’s biggest fumble deadass. Ik my boi had a lot going on but she could’ve fixed him if she tried hard enough 😤😔😢🥺 I still have another doodle sketch of them and maybe I’ll post it later but meh.

I also had his horns in the initial sketches but if I made them to size they would be tearing Orihime’s head and this angle is a bit wack so I’d have to position them weirdly if I kept them. I think I’m gonna main my soft brushes for now bc for some reason my works come out better with them. Hard brushes are also rly hard for me to work and have me making multiple sketch layers for hours in order to get the linework coherent enough.

[cifer-ulqui]

Ulquiorra Drabbles 2

(Ulquiorra, Reader, Grimmjow)(Second one is Angst and less overtly romantic)(I wrote these in Portuguese originally to practice learning the language. They're completely self-indulgent and ooc)(part one)

Tea

“I need a place to stay.” Ulquiorra clicks his tongue. His eyelashes are so long. They touch his cheek when he closes his eyes. “It's getting late. Kurosaki said I should come here.”

Ichigo must think he’s hilarious.

“Yeah?” I sigh. I can’t say no to him. “Come in.” He follows after me and I shake my head at the situation.

“Do you want tea?” I gesture for him to sit at the table. He complies, sitting stiffly.

“I don't need--”

“Do you want tea?” I ask more firmly. Why is he so difficult? Maybe that’s part of his charm. I look over my shoulder. He’s as attractive as he is stubborn.

“... Yes.” His brow is furrowed, like I asked for something annoying.

I suppress a comment about him being a brat and return to put the kettle on the stove. “Do you have a preference for the flavor?” I know he’ll say it’s unimportant. It’s useless, There’s no reason.

“Is there a difference? Tea is tea.” There it is.

“There’s hundreds of different flavors. How do I know which you’ve tried before?” I turn away from the stove to look at him.

“Just normal tea.”

“Black tea? Green tea?

His eyes are the only sign of bewilderment on his face, but his voice sounds confused. “Tea…?”

I look at him for a moment. “I’ll make tea, and if you don’t like it, I’ll make something else.” I shrug my shoulders.

Ulquiorra shakes his head. “That’s unnecessary. I’ll drink whatever you make.”

I repress a laugh, wondering if I could make him regret those words. Hot sauce, salt, extra tea bags… the kettle begins to whistle. I take the kettle off the stove and open the cabinet that holds my tea. I take down a citrus blend, with orange, lemon, and apple. I pour the water into a teapot.

The steam fills the air and soon the smell of citrus fruits lingers in the room. We remain in silence until the tea finishes steeping. I walk over, carrying the hot teacups. I place them on the table and sit down and he picks up his cup. He looks for a moment before taking a sip.

I drink my tea, watching his face. He shows nothing, but takes a few sips in the silence.

“I should thank you for allowing me into your home. Your hospitality suits you.”

We drink tea in silence and I allow the irritation to seep from me. “You can sleep on the couch, I'll grab a blanket for you.”

“This is all unnecessary, I'll just remain sitting here.”

I sigh, a long-suffering sigh, wondering why I'm stuck with this impassive idiot. “I'll grab a blanket, just in case you change your mind.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't argue.

He's so impossible.

“Do you like the tea?”

“It's tea.” Ulquiorra takes another sip. I think about calling Kurosaki, maybe he can meet me somewhere quiet. Just to talk. With my hands. Ulquiorra’s head tilts as he looks at his teacup and then the teapot.

Cute.

Kurosaki is lucky I like this bat.

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The Rain Falls

The sky is gray. The rain falls.

Mist rises from the ground. I sigh, looking at the dismal rain. The air is filled with petrichor, cloying and dense. It clings to my skin.

It’s not fair.

My heart hurts, and I step out into the rain. Water drips down my face, soaking into my clothes. He’s gone. I’ll never see him again. If I am lucky, the rain will drown me.

I cared for him. The fourth espada, Ulquiorra Cifer. The one who I argued with, who taunted me and told me my life was meaningless. The man I sat atop Las Noches with in the freezing wind and vast desert stretched before us. We watched the moon together.

The only rain in Hueco Mundo is unnatural, from the spirit energy of other hollows. The black rain of Murcielago elicited a far different feeling, one of awe and foreboding. This is just….

He’s dead. Nothing but dust and the lingering emptiness. Maybe this is his heart that I feel.

I suppress a shiver. This rain seeps the warmth from my bones.

“Do you have an umbrella?” A rough voice breaks me from the reminiscence. I turn my head, seeing Grimmjow. His hair is quickly drenched by the rain, stickling to his face. He doesn't wear his usual grin, as if the melancholy of a storm is contagious.

I turn back to look at the sky.

He and a few other arrancar survived. He seems content to allow Haribel to rule, and I suddenly feel lost, without direction. What will happen to us now? What is our purpose?

Maybe there really is no purpose. Maybe Ulquiorra was right.

“Tch,” Grimmjow huffs. “Idiot. Let’s go.” He grabs the shopping bags from my hand. His hand is firm, but gentle around my shoulders as he guides me through the streets. He squeezes.

“Gonna catch a cold,” he grumbles, as if it would be something for him to suffer. His eyes catch mine as we near Urahara’s shop. They’re a cold blue.

His worry soothes something in my chest. Maybe we’re closer to humans than I thought, if even Grimmjow is capable of something like caring. I wonder if this somber hope ever permeated into Ulquiorra’s thoughts. I wonder if anything grew meaning to him in his last moments.

Grimmjow opens the door, ushering me through and grabbing a towel that he begins drying me off with. “Idiot.”

The rain falls.

[geek-fashionista]

Making its debut on a proper fan fiction website for the first time: Eros

Summary:

Eros: physical love, sexual desire; and (in psychiatry) instincts for self-preservation collectively.

A grad student falls in love with his new roommate. It does not end well.

[muzansfangs]

hello, may I request bleach male characters reaction to F! reader breaking up with them in a modern au?

You break up with them.

Starring: Kyoraku Shunsui x f!reader; Jugram Haschwalth x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; mention to Jushiro Ukitake, Ulquiorra Cifer, Yoruichi Shihoin and Sosuke Aizen;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: sfw, angst, modern au, breaking-up, alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, self-deprecating behavior, mental struggle, anxiety, psychological abuse, inferiority complex, suggestive themes, mutual pining, power imbalance, family problems, trust issues, infedelity, violence, gore;

Plot: Once upon a time, you were happy by their side. Things changed, though. Their flaws, their behaviors hurt you to the point of no return. You left them, they are now coping with the absence of the only woman they had ever claimed to love, whilst you try to build yourself up again.

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Kyoraku Shunsui.

Lumpish, unsteady steps approched your bedroom. He probably figured you were already asleep. After all, it was three in the morning. However, you were wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, a luggage at your feet and a livid expression plastered over your face. You had spared him the fatigue of moving cautiously in the room not to startle you. The last act of magnanimity you had ultimately decided to grant him.

“What are you doing awake, sweetheart?” Shunsui slurred, a frown on his face, droopy eyes boring into yours as he sauntered towards you confidently.

You scoffed, even jumping on your feet to catch him in your arms, when he tripped over the carpet. He was blind drunk, the stench of saké wafting over your face making your skin crawl and your heart shatter in your chest. It was already broken, for what could matter, hence your decision to leave. On the other hand, you cared way too much about him.

Shunsui sighed, slumping down onto the bed, weary from the lack of sleep and hours spent chugging down enough alcohol to slip you, or anyone else, into an ethylic coma. Dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair and a feminine perfume that was not yours had given him away that night, like the privious ones. This relationship was toxic and you were not going to spend the best years of your youth attempting to save the life of a lothario who had a tendency of loving self-destructive activities.

“I’m leaving, Shunsui. We’re done. I can’t do this anymore” you simply explained, watching him sulk, obviously expecting you to give up on him, sooner or later.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?”.

You felt tears prickle at your eyes, jaw clenching as you shook your head and picked up your trolley. You were devastated.

“Don’t make it harder than it already is. — you admonished him, swallowing the lump in your throat as he stood up and tried to reach for your hand, but you stepped away — No, Shunsui. I tried really hard to show you how much I cared about you, about us. All you did was choosing bottles of liquors over me”.

“Honey, wait, I care about you, let’s go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow—” he rambled, his grey eyes shimmering in the dimly illuminated bedroom. They always seemed sincere, even his tone was softer and somehow more serious than it usually was. Yet, you knew better than falling for his sugarcoated promises to work on himself.

“There’s no tomorrow for us. We’ve been there before, Shunsui. I’m tired of being the only one invested into this relationship! It’s one-sided and, frankly, I don’t deserve it” you declared, watching him slick back one of his unruly cowlick constantly tickling his nose. You were going to miss him, of course you were.

No one fell out of love in one single night. Naturally, you were not an exception. You could not stop the tears rolling down your cheeks, not even a sob escaping your quivering lips, but you could run away to save your heart from being buried underneath a pile of ashes and dust, shambles of the wildfire consuming what remained of your love. Shunsui knew he had lost you. He fell onto his knees the moment you turned your back at him and walked out the room. He was in no condition to chase after you, not right now. He cussed and fell onto his knees, hands planted onto the carpet, fisting the fabric in his huge hands out of frustration and despair. It was all his fault and he knew you were right.

The sound of the front door slamming close made his heart sink into his chest as he punched the floor in anger. He was worried sick about you. Disappearing from his life in the dead of the night, alone, in a city as big as that. He felt miserable. He wanted you back. He wanted you safe in his arms, not alone at the bus station looking for a place to spend the night at.

You were right to leave him. He had no right to stop you. Shunsui knew he did not deserve you. But he could try to change and, hopefully, win you back. The last thing he did before laying down onto the floor was sending a message to you.

“Please, send me a text, when you’re somewhere safe”.

Obviously, you did not text him back, but your mutual friend Jushiro did. At least, Shunsui thought, you were in good hands. Better than his ones, undoubtedly.

Haschwalth Jugram.

It happened after the umpteenth dinner at the Royal Palace. Your relationship with him was balanced. He treated you with so much care, stared at you from across the rooms in adoration and reverence, gave you more than you could have ever asked for. The real problem was who he was: a Prince, the scion of a Royal family that had never truly accepted you and the class you came from.

His father’s glacial stare spoke volumes, it made you feel so out of place you often ended up having panic attacks during balls and dinners. The spotlight was perpetually on you. Snippy remarks from his mother and the uptight members of the upper class hanging around the royal family poisoned you to no end. Restless nights and a sudden incapacity to concentrate on easy tasks, such as walking down aisles alone, or dancing with your beloved boyfriend under their attentive eyes, were the results of their ferocious tongues.

The worst part of it was that you had no one to talk to about the stressful situation you were experiencing. You had been forced to move to the castle with your boyfriend, determining your connections outside to keep their distance from you. Your old flat had been abandoned along with your ordinary life. Nights out in a pub with your friends had become a taboo and even the necessary visits to your parents had been drastically reduced to mere lunches with bodyguards roaming through their house.

Talking to Haschwalth about your uneasiness and discomfort had led to arguments between the two of you and you had not failed to notice how his mother seemed uncharacteristically gregarious the day after your altercations with her son. Maids talked a lot, unfortunately. However, you were not going to tolerate this situation any longer. Collecting your clothes and belongings into a bag, you had asked Haschwalth to meet you at the train station, after escaping the bodyguards’ watch, while shopping at the mall.

When he found you, alone, piercing blue eyes pinning you on the spot, he realized it was the end of the road for you two. You were distraught, hands wiping away the tears from your face, whilst you attempted to talk.

“I love you. I really do. But that’s not the life I expected to live with you. It’s never the two of us. They hate me, Haschwalth” you started, your boyfriend’s jaw clenching.

“I am expected to become the King of this Country. If you wish for me to turn my back at my family, you are clearly mistaken” he replied lowly, twisting the blade in your heart already making you bleed out before his magnificent eyes.

You shook your head “That’s why I have to leave, Haschwalth. I don’t want you to give up on the throne, or go against your family. I just… I needed you to stand by my side, when they denigrated me publicly” you punctuated, but even this was not enough to make him flinch.

They had taught him how to suppress his emotions well. Stolid, impassive, detached from sentimental matters. Maybe way too much for him to build a strong, intimate connection in a healthy relationship.

He did not look away, instead he took a single step closer to you “You do understand that’s not affordable for the future heir of the throne? It’s something beyond my willpower. — he replied, voice firm and devoid of any affection he had usually opted for in your regards — I would never ask you to disrepect your parents, if their antics offended me. Insofar as possible, I’ll make sure you can rely on me. Don’t make a scene”.

“No, Haschwalth. I refuse to be mistreated by the band of lackeys your mother surrounds herself with and pretend everything’s fine! — you blurted out, drawing the attention of some people waiting for their train on the platform — I should have known I meant less than a noble title” you choked out, right before turning around and heading straight to the coach assigned to you.

His eyes followed you, a turmoil of contrasting feelings making their way in his mind. This was far from the life he wanted to share with you. Only when he saw the train departing, he realized he had lost you forever and how severe the emotional damage his parents had inflicted to him really was. He felt kind of dehumanized, an empty shell even in private matters.

Your absence affected him more than you could have ever imagined. He watched you from afar for months, making sure you were fine without him. And you were. It hurt him immensely and, even though he wanted to contact you, he did not. You needed space and time and it was probably for the better. He had watched your lovable smile fade from your face through the time you had spent at the Royal Palace. Now, watching you eat a pizza with your friends, he witnessed to you blossoming again into the radiant girl he had met a long time ago.

Maybe, one day, if you still wanted him, he would have come knocking at your door again, offering his heart to you on a silver tray.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

From the moment you had seen him getting off of his motorbike outside a bar, black leather jacket and cheeky grin modeling the wondrous eyes of the girls sipping on their drinks into glossy hearts, hoping vainly for him to choose them, you knew he was troubles. The wise ones turned their heads away from him, reminding themselves of who he was, where he came from and what kind of a player he was. You had tried to do the same, but you were a little more adventurous and naive back then.

He bought you a drink, rizzed you up and you decided to stay by his side for more than a one-night stand. Boy, how delighted you were to find out he actually had decided to stop collecting broken hearts anywhere he went. You dated for a while, then you settled down and your life turned upside down. You met his friends, learned a little more about the place he came from and you had the confirmation he was part of a gang called ‘The Espada’.

You thought you could handle the situation. You even stitched up his friends for free, when they dropped by your house wounded, collecting scars from the violent fights with cops, or members of other gangs. It took a while to realize Grimmjow did not want to change his lifestyle. According to him, he already had made a lot of progresses since you two had become a couple. You would have been a liar not to agree with him on that: after all, he had even dressed up in a nice clean white shirt and attended a dinner with your parents. He behaved that night, you felt on cloud nine.

But things changed abruptly a couple of weeks later.

He began to come home later than usual, battered, nervous. The news an emerging gang was raising and had declared war to ‘The Espada’ began to spread.

It was your best friend’s birthday and Grimmjow had been invited too. He was busy patrolling a zone, hence he had let you know he would have met up with you later. When hours began to pass and most of the guests had left the party, you sensed something had gone wrong. You hopped into your car, driving to what you had grown to learn was his gang’s den. Of course they tried to keep you out of the situation, but how could you not fight your way inside, when you heard someone screaming at the top of his lungs. The scene welcoming you into that barrelhouse made your stomach churn. A man, battered, tethered like an animal to a chair. His face was a bloody mess, but so was your boyfriend’s one.

When your eyes met, he cussed and punched that man one last time before marching towards you. For the first time ever you feared he was going to harm you too and, when his hand gripped your forearm with far less grace than you expected, you began to wriggle in terror.

“Let me go! Grimmjow, hands off, now!” you squealed, your protests falling to deaf ears as he led you out of the pub.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”.

“Is that even important?! Look at yourself, Grimmjow! That’s blood! There’s blood on your clothes, on your face! What the Hell was that?” you questioned him, hands trying to reach for his face to check on him for any injuries.

He groaned and turned his head to the side scornfully “It’s not mine, alright? Mind your damn business, princess. That’s not a place for you. What is it, don’t you like this anymore?”.

His words blinded you, the sound of your hand colliding against his cheek made you flinch as well. You had hit him. You really had. Despite that, the one sobbing before his eyes were you. He sighed, glaring down at your smaller frame like a caged animal. He was restraining himself.

You took a step back, swallowing thickly “I can’t stand there and watch you ruin your life and… And kill people” you stated then, hands shaking.

Grimmjow shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing you contemptuously “I was like that before I met you, sweet cheeks. — he gruffly said — If you want to stick around, suck it up. Otherwise, go hook up with a Prince. One of those fuckers whose hands smell like money, not of gasoline and blood”.

The world seemed to shake under your feet, your hand clasped over your mouth as you realized how stupid you had been to fall for him. To believe he could actually change. He was toxic for you. He was a monster. This was not your boyfriend.

“Fuck you” you muttered, jogging towards your car with a blurry vision and stomach cramps. You drove away into the night, miraculously making it back home safe and sound. Clueless, among other things, that Grimmjow had sent Ulquiorra after you to make sure you were fine.

Deep down he knew he had screwed up and, every single time he drove by your house, he remembered all those summer evenings spent on your rooftop with your fingers running through his soft blue hair and how much loved he had felt for the first time ever in his life. It was not just sex. It was not just about the way he fucked you. You were not a random girl. He loved you.

Urahara Kisuke.

A brilliant, laidback engineer who had easily whisked you off to live a colourful life travelling the world by his side. It was easy loving Kisuke Urahara. He never missed a chance to make you laugh and tell you to pack your stuff for your next tropical destination, a trip organized specifically for a project he was working on. He was also a party person, very popular among important people and, unfortunately, with the ladies.

Kisuke would have never broken your heart. This was what he had promised you so many times, espacially while you were tangled into the bedsheets of your bedroom. Panting, sweating, he swore to love you through breathy groans. You believed him, of course you did. Maybe, you should have kept an eye on him and his best friend, the eclectic artist Yoruichi Shihoin. Maybe you should have not let her hang around with him so often. Still, you did not like being controlling. You had no apparent reason to be resentful to her, or to put a leash on your boyfriend.

Staring in horror at the two of them, naked, into the bed where Kisuke had told you so many times you were the only woman he loved, felt like someone had kicked you in your guts. They had played you like a complete idiot. It pained you to find out your boyfriend’s rival was right. He had tried to warn you about Kisuke’s habit of enchanting people with words and hide his second nature masterly.

“I can explain!” Kisuke breathed out, reaching for his sweatpants in a hurry to chase after you.

Yoruichi, on the other hand, sat comfortably on your side of the bed. Her topaz yellow eyes bored into yours, a mocking grin gracing her lips. She could keep him, for all you cared. A man who cheated would have done it again and again.

You scoffed and stormed out of the bedroom hastily “I don’t need a goddamn oculist, Kisuke. Go to Hell” you snapped, hellbent to leave that house as soon as possible.

He ran after you, quick to block your path “Baby, please, I know I fucked up. I’m sorry, I’m terribly sorry! Just… Just let me explain” he pleaded you, the vulnerability in his eyes almost making you faltering. But it was enough. You were fed up. He had cheated on you, you had wasted opportunities and chances to support him in his work. All for what?

Where did it get you? To be disrespected in your own house, under your nose.

“No, thank you, I don’t want to hear another word coming out of your mouth. Congrats for having reduced our relationship to a huge pile of shit. That’s the best construction you’ve ever made” you spitefully hissed at his face, your throat constricting with each hateful word leaving your mouth as you pushed past him and ran off to your car.

Kisuke fell onto his knees, hands fisting his sandy hair, while he realized what he had done. He felt lost without you. Yoruichi made her getaway almost immediately, leaving him alone and with a shattered heart in his chest. The bitter taste of your break-up indulged on his tongue for a long time, culminating in a terrible phase of regrets when he saw you walking by Sosuke Aizen’s side. A gleeful smile on your lips, you let that bastard loop his arm around your waist.

You seemed happy. You truly were. The problem was you were happy without him. This was something he could have never done a damn thing about.

Kisuke knew he had lost you forever.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Angst, yes, a lot of angst. If any of the above shit happen to you, RUN FROM THAT MAN. Those are not red flags, those are RED BLANKETS. Love you all! Let me know what you think about this!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

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Luce

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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.

[adiraargent]

"I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve."

warnings: angst. ANGST. breakup Summary: he knows you deserve better than what he can give you.

The words echoed in the silence, reverberating through the room with a weight you hadn't expected. You stared at him, your heart sinking with each syllable that fell from his lips. His eyes, usually warm and comforting, now held an indescribable sadness as he spoke those words.

"I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve."

Your mind raced, trying to comprehend the weight of his confession. It felt like the floor had fallen away beneath you, leaving you suspended in a void of disbelief and heartache.

"What do you mean?" Your voice trembled, a mix of confusion and hurt lacing your words. You couldn't fathom the thought of him not loving you in the way you had always believed.

He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor as if unable to meet your eyes. "I care about you deeply, but… it's not the kind of love you deserve. I can't give you the love you need," he explained, his voice strained with the weight of his own emotions.

Tears welled up in your eyes, aching to spill over, but you fought to hold them back. The ache in your chest felt suffocating, a knot of emotions tightening with each passing second.

"Why?" The question slipped out, barely a whisper, but laden with a desperate plea for an explanation.

He hesitated, searching for the right words, but they seemed to elude him. "I wish I knew," he confessed, his voice filled with regret and an unspoken apology.

It felt like a storm raging within you—a maelstrom of hurt, confusion, and a longing for things to be different. You'd never imagined this moment, the one where the person you loved couldn't reciprocate in the way you'd hoped.

"I thought… I thought we were happy," you managed to say, your voice cracking with emotion.

He nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We were, but… I can't keep pretending," he murmured, his voice barely audible, heavy with a pain that mirrored your own.

The weight of his words settled upon you, a realization slowly sinking in. You felt a hollow ache, a sense of loss that seemed too profound to comprehend. This wasn't how you'd envisioned your relationship with him—it was supposed to be filled with love and promise, not this agonizing goodbye.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice thick with emotion.

You swallowed hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill over. "I understand," you whispered, though the pain in your heart made it hard to truly grasp the reasons behind his confession.

As he turned to leave, you watched him go, feeling a piece of your heart shatter with every step he took away from you. The ache in your chest was unbearable, a longing for something that was now beyond your reach.

Alone in the echoing silence, you sat, grappling with the enormity of his words. The love you had hoped for had slipped away, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. All that remained was the ache of an unrequited love and the shattered fragments of a relationship that had once meant everything.

//* Slytherins: TOM RIDDLE, MATTHEO RIDDLE, Theodore Nott;

//* Anime TR: Manjiro Sano, HANMA SHUJI, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata; KNB: Makoto Hanamiya, DAIKI AOMINE, SEIJURO AKASHI, Eiji Shirogane KNY: Sanemi Shinazugawa, AKAZA, Giyuu Tomioka AOT: Eren Yeager, LEVI ACKERMAN, Thomas Wagner Bleach: Byakuya Kuchiki, GRIMMKITYYY, Maki Ichinose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Jin Kariya, Sōsuke Aizen JJK: GETO SUGURU, Choso Kamo, TOJI ZENIN Haikyuu!: Kōrai Hoshiumi, Wakatoshi Ushijima MHA: BAKUGO KATSUKI, TOUYA TODOROKI, Keigo Takami

[kurokawaia]

❛ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❜

: ̗̀➛ REQUEST RULES ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * i have a life outside Tumblr aka. requests might take a while depending on motivation. ༊*·˚

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 'I want you to write...', it can come of rude and demanding and I won't nessecarily fuffil your request, I might write your request but there is a high chance I won't. Come of NICE when you request, e.g, 'I was wondering if you could right,' 'could you please write,' etc ༊*·˚

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 for fem!reader (fabr), in most of the thirsts, drabbles, fics and headcanons i write, the troupe will be dom!character x sub!reader unless stated other wise or requested otherwise. I can write for gn!reader x charcater but not anything nsfw, sorry, i just can't write it right.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: if gender is not specified in request, i will assume it's a FEM! instert and will write a FEM! insert

I can also write any male x reader nsfw's but ONLY for Heaven Official's blessing and The grandmaster of demonic cultivation !!sorry if you want male x reader for any other fandom, but this is just the fandoms im comfortable writing this troupe with.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: I will rarely write a sub!character x dom!reader unless i like the request itself ༊*·˚

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈➤ fluff, angst, smut, and dark content.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒 ┈➤ cnc, duncon, noncon, being drugged, breeding, baby trapping, daddy kinks, mommy kinks, dd/lg, blood play, weapon play, kidnapping, yandere, coercion/manipulation, god complex, praise, name calling, degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cervix fucking, size kink, age gaps, cockwarming, bondage, biting, cucking, threesome, throat training, impact play, oral -> male and female receiving, face sitting, double penetration, anal + more ༊*·˚

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈➤ insest, stepcest scat, watersports, vomit, fisting, pedophilia, chastity, drowning, public nudity, gangbangs (no more than a threesome), hypnosis, duct tape mummification, consensual servitude, humiliation, harem boys, prostitution ༊*·˚

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ┈➤ au's!! (i will not write for a character outside that timeline/setting as in the anime. so please refraining from asking me to write a 'modern au' 'collage au' etc. the only exception is making that au within the anime setting, such as; 'character doing this instead of this', like that is that makes sense?) insesct, stepcest ༊*·˚

all characters are depicted to be 18+ and i will not write smut about a minor where there isn't a canon time skip for them ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ REQUEST CHARACTERS ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * Hunter X Hunter :: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paradinight, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Illumi Zoldyck, Silva Zolcyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor

⋆·˚ ༘ * Berserk :: Griffith, Guts ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Death Note :: Light Yagami, L Lawliet (L), Miheal Kheel (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate Rivers (Near)

⋆·˚ ༘ * Bungo Stray Dogs :: Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakahara Chuuya, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Dostovesky Fyodor ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Sk8 The Infinity :: Kojiro Nanjo, Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Kaoru Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Bleach :: Ichigo Kurosaki, Issin Kurosaki, Jushiro Ukitake, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Ichimaru Gin, Urahara Kisuke, Abarai Renji, Shinji Hirako, Kyoraku Shunsui, Aizen Sosuke, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Yumuchika Ayasegawa, Cifer Ulquiorra, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow, Ishiha Uryu, Ishida Ryuken, Haschwalth Jugram ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Naruto/Boruto :: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Shusui, Uzumaki Naruto, Senju Tobirama, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, Jiraya, Otsitsuki Indra, Otsitsuki Ashura, Otsitsuki Momoshiki, Otsitsuki Toneri ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Demon Slayer :: Demon slayers; Kamado Tanjiro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tokitō Muichirō, Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Iguro Obanai, Himejima Gyōmei, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Demons; Kibutsuji Muzan, Kokushibō | Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Douma, Akaza ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Wind Breaker :: Haruka Sakura, Suo Hayato, Togame Jou, Kaji Ren ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Tokyo Revengers :: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Sanzu, Wakasa, Izana, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi ༊*·˚

Hunter x Hunter - caught up with the manga and watched the anime

Berserk - completed the 1997 anime, completed the movies and the 2016 seasons, currently reading the manga (up to chapter 260)

Death Note - completed the anime and read the manga

Bungo Stray Dogs - watched the anime and caught up with the manga

Sk8: The Infinity - completed the anime

Bleach - caught up the anime, HAVEN'T read the manga past the newest season

Naruto/ Naruto Shippuden - completed the anime, completed the manga, completed all the movies

Boruto - Completed the Manga (haven't watched the anime) ╰┈➤ Boruto | Blue Vortex - caught up with the manga

Demon Slayer - Caught up with the anime, haven't read the manga past the newest season

Wind Breaker - Caught up with the anime, HAVEN'T read the manga past the new season

Mo Dao Zu Shi - caught up with the Anime, completed the novels

Tian Guan Ci Fu - caught up with the anime, caught up with the Manhua, HAVEN'T read the novels

[brittscafe]

Masterlist 1

Dividers @cafekitsune​

Request Page

Gotei 13 male captains and lieutenants:

Cuddles HC

How they kiss you HC

Reactions to finding you asleep. Includes: Renji, Byakuya, Kisuke, Shuhei, and Ichigo.

Reactions to finding you crying: Jushiro, Shunsui, Kenpachi, and Byakuya.

Spin the bottle pt 1: Shuhei, Izuru, Ikkaku, and Renji.

Spin the bottle pt 2: Ichigo, Tensa Zangestu, Uryu, Kisuke, and Isshin.

Thunderstorms pt 1: Shuhei, Renji, Izuru, Ikkaku, and Ichigo.

Aftermath of TYBW

During the invasion of TYBW

How the male lieutenants kiss you

Byakuya, Shunsui, and Jushiro arranged marriage sc

Hueco Mundo Males and TYBW males:

How they react to you falling asleep on them headcanons 

Confessing to you. Includes: Aizen, As Nodt, Mayuri, and Szayel.

Falling in love and confessing to you. Includes: Aizen, Gin, Mayuri, and Shinji

Confessing to you. Includes: Gin, Shinji, Yumichika , Nnoitira and Ulquiorra.

Dealing with periods

Shunsui Kyōraku 🌸

SFW and NSWF HC

SMUT first time 

Jealously Drabble

Getting back together (fluff/angst)

Missing you (fluff)

Panic attack (fluff)

Jūshirō Ukitake 🤍

SFW and NSWF HC

Fluff blurb 

SMUT first time with Jushiro

Let me adore you (Smut)

Fluff blurb

Morning after (smut)

First time wedding night (smut)

Disagreements (smut)

Taking care of him (Fluff)

Interrupted (fluff)

Confessions (fluff)

Panic attack (fluff)

Jushiro with a human s/o HC

Hell jailer Jushiro x reader HC

Ichigo Kurosaki 🍓

SFW and NSFW Headcanon

Ichigo with a bratty s/o headcanon 

Ichigo’s birthday! (fluff)

Tōshirō Hitsugaya 🧊

First kiss (fluff)

Nightmares (fluff)

SFW and NSFW HC

Jealously (fluff)

Kiss me (smut)

Adult Toshiro and reader’s first time (smut)

Touch yourself (smut)

Toshiro with a s/o like Isane pt 1.

Toshiro with a s/o like Isane pt 2.

Rōjūrō Otoribashi 🎸

Renji Abarai ❤️

Sit on my face (smut)

Renji with a human s/o HC

Kisuke Urahara 💚

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Taking care of you after you’re injured

Love in the dark (mini fanfic. Kisuke Urahara x reader) ch.1

NSFW HC

Byakuya Kuchiki

Cherry Blossoms pt.1     Cherry Blossoms pt.2

SFW and NSFW HC

Touch yourself (smut)

Byakuya with a human s/o

Zangestu

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Familiar (fluff)

Kenpachi Zaraki ⚔️

SFW and NSFW HC

Jealously Drabble

Love at First Sight

Weak or Not (angst/fluff)

Shinji Hirako 🎭

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Edging Shinji NSFW

Reunion Fluff and smut

Finding you crying (angst/fluff)

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

Falling in love with a childhood friend

Ikkaku Madarame 🗣️

Face sitting NSFW

SFW and NSFW HC

Cuddling with Ikkaku (fluff)

Sōsuke Aizen 💜

SFW and NSFW HC

Walked in on having sex NSFW

Ruined (smut)

enemies to lovers 

Tamed (smut)

Possessive HC

Aizen with a human s/o

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 🐱

SFW and NSFW Headcanon

Rooting for the antihero (fluff)

Kiss me (smut)

One bed trope (fluff)

5 more minutes (fluff)

Ulquiorra Cifer 😐

SFW and NSFW HC

First time (smut)

Not so scary (fluff)

Coyote Starrk 😴

Gin Ichimaru 🤍

SFW and NSFW HC

Cockwarming NSFW

Gin with a bratty s/o

As Nodt 😶

SFW and NSFW HC

Not so scary (fluff)

Nnoitra Gilga

Tease (smut)

Szayelaporro Granz

Taking care of him after he gets injured

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BRUH I AM SO TEMPTED TO WRITE AN ULQUIORRA ONESHOT WHERE ITS BASICALLY SIMILAR TO HIM TALKING ABOUT THE HEART SCENE W ORIHIME PLS SHOULD I???

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。 request rules !

please refer to these before requesting anything as if the request doesn’t abide by these rules then i won’t be writing it, thank you!!!

please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)

not what you were looking for?

— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- smut (i’m bad at it)

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- suggestive content

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.

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Aight bet- I’ll start off with some things I like you may already know XD

Well written female characters given equal amounts of flaws and development in both character and strength depending on the type of media to the male characters, that’s given for almost any show I like really

MONSTROUS CHARACTERs. I’m not taking about like oh cute petite anime girl/boy with like a tail or some horns I’m TALKING MADOKA MAGICA WITCHES THOS GIANT WEIRD THINGS IN EVANGELION. I WANT MONSTERS THAT LOOK LIKE THEIR AN EXSTENTIAL NIGHTMARE!! It’s so gender envy ngl ✨💕 wish that were me

FATHER DAUGHTER DUOS, BONNEY AND KUMA?! DID NOT CARE THAT MUCH EXCEPT TAHT BONNEY WAS RELATABLE IN HER LOBE FOR FOOD AND IMMATURE BEHAVIOR UNTIL I FOUND OUT THEIR FTAHER AND DAUGHTER BACKSTORY IN THE MANGA AND VIOLENTLY SOBBED

Also Father son duos are a treat for me, but I love father daughter duos more on a personal level (Haha daddy issues go brrr xDD)

SNAKE THEMED CHARACTERS! I know that you know I love snakes Fran XD

Symbolism in character design, the backgrounds, abilities names, I’m a sucker for shows and medias that have me over analyzing everything I could in terms of a character as a whole as well as their Morality, Psyche, biology, etc. just any character or moment I can just daydream about breaking down to their rawest moments and just analyze it til there’s nothing left for me to analyze over

The protagonist has flaws, and genuinely doesn’t win everytime (Yes even though I love Yusaku I mean this whole heartedly) XD

Angst bait and whump bait characters ig XD, I want to fall in love with a tragic character and immediately start hunting down angst and whump about them or just make my own ximssjsm

Also characters that I just wanna coddle and adopt XDDD

Bratty or cocky characters, that have utter fear of god instilled into them or absolutely gets knocked down their pedestal and it’s EMBARRASSINGLY AGONIZING FOR THEM, I’m not a sadist I swear :D

Theirs probs more but I can’t think rn and it’s already at ten I think that’s enough XDD

Oh~ This is such an interesting list, and I am actually pretty sure that Bleach has almost all of these.

Yeah, that is pretty much of a given. Orihime wants to protect her friends, but something happens to her powers and she feels horrible about it, she has real flaws that any girl would have.

Espadas, Just the Espadas. More specifically, Ulquiorra Cifer and his Ressureccion looks like a genuine devil in Bleach.

WE HAVE THAT! WE HAVE KENPACHI ZARAKI AND YACHIRU KUSAJISHI! And it is actually so cute, because this menacing beast of a man that loves to fight to death,

has a tiny little girl on his shoulder, 24/7. And when he is angry, he just doesn't even think about harming her at all, he just thinks about the people he is about to fight.

4. If you count Isshin and Ichigo, then yeah, we have that. They are a perfect duo. Legit hilarious and Isshin actually loves his son and will protect him.

5. Yup! Cyan Sung-Sun

6. Yeah it does have that with pretty much every character in this show, even the jokey characters like Asano Keigo. There are hundreds of videos just talking about these characters.

7. Ichigo gets his ass kicked like every arc, at least. Not to mention, the internal battle that he has with his inner demon, both literally and narratively. This guy has more layers than an onion.

8. Pick one. You want angsty antagonist? Coyote Starrk. Angsty protag? Ichigo. Angsty female character? Rukia Kuchiki. Angsty side character? Uryu Ishida. It is filled with angsty characters.

9. Rukia, Yachiru, Yuzu, Karin, Nel, Toshiro, Momo, pretty much, anyone that won't kill you, but knowing you, you will adopt all of them.

10. Renji FUCKING Abarai, this boy is the most hilarious boy on the planet and I love him for that.

Soooo~ Interested?

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🪻— RULES

GENERAL

• Please be respectful & polite when coming into this space. (Ex. A simple please and thank you when requesting).

• You’re welcome to just talk if you like!

• I made this blog as a hobby so please don’t expect constant updates.

• Please check what fandoms or characters I write for in the list, & if you aren’t sure then ask.

• I’m allowed to reject any requests whether I’m uncomfortable or don’t feel like doing it.

• Character & emoji anons are encouraged if you don’t want to ask off of anon!

• I'm a very slow writer, so please be patient with me when requesting.

REQUESTS

• HEADCANONS: up to 4 characters max.

• DRABBLES: up to 2 characters max.

• ONE SHOTS: One character max.

• GENRE: Fluff, angst, platonic, fantasy, crossovers, AUs (please ask first). Currently I write for male characters/female readers for romantic pairings. I will consider gn reader in the future. I don’t mind writing female characters for other genres.

• Please add a prompt or some details with your request.(Ex. Character + prompt). But please don’t write a whole storyline.

• I will only take up 10 requests at a time.

I DO NOT WRITE

• Smut (I’m okay with suggestive)

• Jealousy, cheating, love triangles

• abuse, yandere

FANDOMS

• BLEACH: Karakura gang, Urahara, Yoruichi, Vizoreds, Captains (minus Kurotsuchi, Yamamoto, Soi Fon), Lieutenants (minus Ōmaeda), Ikkaku, Yumichika, Grimmjow, Starrk, Harribel, Ulquiorra.

• NARUTO: Konoha 12, Kakashi, Might Gai, Yamato, Genma, Anko, Ibik, Founders, Sand siblings, Baki, Jinchuuriki’s, Kages, Seven Swords Men of the Mist, Haku, Kimimaro, Ao, Team Samui, Darui, Cee, Taka, Akatsuki (minus zetsu & obito).

• ONE PIECE: Strawhat pirates + Vivi, ASL family, Heart Pirates, Red Haired Pirates, Koala, Marco, Thatch, Izo, Haruta, Deuce, Mihawk, Crocodile, Boa, Corazon, Smoker, Tashigi, Coby, X-Drake, Kid, Killer, Katakuri, Reiju.

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[New AO3 Fic!] Silent Tears

by AutumnalMagic

Ichigo was left alone after he defeated Aizen. With no spiritual pressure he can't even see hollows or soul reapers anymore. Had he been delusional for years, imagining being friends with others and going on adventures? His mind is too quiet with Shiro and Zangetsu gone, allowing room for the thoughts to spiral and gain teeth. How can he know what's real anymore? But in a moment of great need, two people show up. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra have come just as Ichigo gives up, taking care of the broken 17 year old.

Read tags for triggers.

Words: 1256, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: Multi

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Hollow Ichigo | Zangetsu, Ulquiorra Cifer, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Szayel Aporro Granz

Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo, Ulquiorra Cifer/Kurosaki Ichigo, Ulquiorra Cifer/Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Threesome - M/M/M, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Questioning Reality, Post-Aizen Sousuke, No Fullbring Arc, Cutting

Read it now on AO3!