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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.

[sashi-ya]

➡ 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 2/2

bleach masterlist 1: multichapter & events main list.

bleach masterlist 2: older events and sfw & nsfw random fics, not event related.

ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒: 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 ⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀. ⋆ 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 - 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⟢ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 // 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦

ＮＯＴ ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 - 𝐊𝐎𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐒 & 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐒 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊!+18. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆- 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐓 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ＥＶＥＮＴ�� 2/2 (recent events on masterlist 1)

𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 + 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⭒ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 kuchiki byakuya x f! reader⭒ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 jushiro ukitake x gn! reader⭒ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 adult! ishida uryu x f! reader R18+⭒ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader. R18+

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 [+18] 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 - 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [+18] 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐞 - 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ⋆ +18 Eyes For The King. Äs Nödt x f! reader ⋆ +18. Serve Me. Dom! Kuchiki Byakuya x f! reader ⋆ +18. HCs: Sexy Things Byakuya and you do together ⋆ +18. Eternity Only Lasts For a Minute. Aizen Sōsuke x f! reader ⋆ +18. adult! Kurosaki Ichigo n/s.fw Headcanons

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐) +18 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 – 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 霊圧 + 淫慾. //𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 + 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭. [𝐓𝐇𝐄-𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐎𝐅-𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝘹 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈-𝐘𝐀 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣] ➡ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱 (𝐕-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ +18. 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

月が綺麗ですね 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝟏: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆+18 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ +18 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 - 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 - 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅! 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃

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

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

[seneon]

★ SEN'S FAVES × GOTH! READER — SMAU

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

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

★ RAYNE AMES

★ ULQUIORRA CIFER

★ TOUYA TODOROKI

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

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Posession

Ulquiorra Cifer x Fem!Arrancar!Reader

***18+ Fic*** If you are under the age displayed, please find your way to another station.

Warnings: Penetrative sex (p in v), biting/marking, fingering, edging, overstimulation(?), choking/breath play, rough sex, VERY posessive Ulquiorra, spanking (ass and pussy spanking), liberal use of 'master' (both sexual and not) squirting, creampie, cockwarming if you squint, teeny bit of praise kink, dom! Ulquiorra, sub! reader, tiny bit of aftercare (ish), brief mentions of suicide (not descriptive, it’s used as a power grab/show of loyalty)

Word Count: 3.6k

Auhor's Note: Yeeeah....I'm making writer's block my bitch LMAO

Anywho, enjoy the depravity~

Being a fracción was a simple thing, really. Obey. Apologize. Obey. Especially under the fourth Espada, your job was easy. He’s reserved, quiet, but his silence does not convey weakness. It’s calculated, like everything he does. So you must be as well. You match his stoic facade, keep everything in check. You’ve learned to read his every fractional expression, most of his thoughts you’re able to read without struggle. Once you’d begun thinking like him, it became infinitely easier to remain as his fracción and remain unpunished, for the most part. 

With all of that in mind, you can’t fathom what you missed. 

He’s cornered you in your personal quarters outside of your usual fracción duties. If he needs something urgently, he can easily summon you to his side instantaneously. Clearly, it wasn’t urgent enough to warrant a summons. So what exactly do his barely furrowed brows and unusually dark glare mean? You stand, awaiting orders of some kind, while he stalks slowly closer to you. His footsteps are measured, as always. He doesn’t stop, however, when his chest bumps your own. His frame pushes against yours as you easily step backward, matching his pace until your back hits the wall. It isn’t often you can’t read his mind.

“A thousand apologies, Master Ulquiorra, I am unable to discern what you need tonight.” His viridian glare flickers over your features, schooled to match his own usual indifference. The silence is long, stretched thin over the seconds you spend trying to decipher the Espada’s thoughts to no avail. All you can do is study his face. Those piercing, unwavering eyes that you could lose yourself in forever. The tiny tick in his sharp jaw, the tiniest pinch in his brows. Dark lines reminiscent of tear tracks streak down his pale cheeks, drawing the eyes down his neck toward the hollow at the base of his throat. It isn’t often he chooses to leave it exposed. 

“Has anyone paid you a visit today?” The deep baritone vibrates through your body, snapping your thoughts back to the present. No other Espada would dare come to you, unless it were urgent or a special case. None of the humans would bother with you either, even Lord Aizen is far above seeking the assistance of a fracción. He should already know the answer to that question.

“No, Master Ulquiorra.” You don’t bother to elaborate, he hates hearing unneeded explanations. A simple answer is all he ever needs. At the confirmation, his features relax. His expression is blank once again, the calculated persona clicking into place like a puzzle piece. You know you’re one of the very few that can read his micro expressions, if he were talking to any of the other Espada or fracción they’d probably never notice whatever inner turmoil plagues his mind. But you do. 

When he turns to leave, you can’t help but want to ease whatever troubles him. It’s second nature, for a fracción such as yourself. You were made to serve him, to assist him, to do anything and everything necessary to help him reach his goal.

“Master Ulquiorra?” He stops on a dime, casually turning to face you once again. He wants this kept short, he always does. So you don’t bother beating around the bush.

“May I be of any assistance? I can see something is on your mind.” His eyes swiftly trace down and back up your entire form. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d have missed it.

“No. Good night.” Swiftly, he turns and leaves, the door to your room closing softly behind him. How odd. 

The next week is spent assisting the fourth Espada with research of the hogyoku. There isn’t much to be gathered besides what Lord Aizen already knows, and each night you wonder exactly what has Ulquiorra wound so tightly. Yes, his mind still lingers on whatever it is he confronted you about that night. Unfortunately, an answer does not come to you, but instead a new series of questions is given to you when you’re visited once again in your quarters. You feel him approaching long before he arrives, that spiritual pressure is unmistakable. But why is he here?

You’re down on your knees before the door swings open, head bowed down, not from the pressure but out of respect for the man. Lord Aizen steps over the threshold, his footsteps heavy and booming, into the small space of your room. You’ve only ever seen him across a hall or room during a meeting of some kind, and he’s never ever addressed you directly. Any and all orders came through Master Ulquiorra, even if they were from Lord Aizen himself.

“So respectful. Ulquiorra has trained you well, fracción. Stand.” You waste no time, standing at full height and keeping your eyes focused on the ground. Making eye contact could be fatal. You have to tense every muscle in your body to keep from flinching when a large hand reaches out toward your face, and you stop breathing when he grabs your chin and begins to turn your head this way and that. He’s…examining you. Releasing your face, he begins a slow, steady pace circling around you as you stand perfectly still. You don’t know what this is about, but you don’t dare ask, his piercing gaze is more than enough warning not to speak at all, let alone move.

“Very interesting.” It takes all of your resolve not to scream and protest when you feel two large hands, suddenly and harshly, grasp your waist and tug your back against his chest. His chin hooks over your shoulder and his voice is too close, too deep, too dark.

“What a darling fracción. Tell me, why is Ulquiorra so distracted lately? One of my most loyal Espada has been faltering lately.” He’s been faltering? Oh no, what could have him so worked up?

“My sincerest apologies, Lord Aizen. I have not been able to discern his troubles. He has hidden all of his mind from me lately. I have failed as his fracción.” You know you’ve failed. If his mind is so distracted that Lord Aizen has noticed a difference in his performance, then you have failed to be of assistance. You were created for it, and yet you have failed. The ultimate failure.

“Oh, don’t be so down, little fracción. You have not failed, yet.” Yet? What does he mean by that? He releases you from his hold in favor of meeting you face to face, grasping your chin once again and forcing your eyes to meet his own. It’s a terrifying thing, those eyes are pure bloodlust.

“If Ulquiorra were to have you kill yourself for any reason, would you do it?”

“Yes.” You didn’t even have to think about the answer. Undeniably, you would. No matter the order, you’d follow through. If Ulquiorra ordered you to kill Lord Aizen himself, you would kill him or die trying.

“Very good, fracción. Such unwavering loyalty is not so common.” Maybe not, but fraccións are created for the sole purpose of mindless loyalty and obedience. It should not be a surprise that you are this way. Though something deep in your psyche tells you loyalty is not the only quality you hold for your master.

Another layer of spiritual pressure falls on the room, but you are unable to look over Lord Aizen’s wide shoulders with your face stuck in his grip. Regardless, you know who has joined you.

“Ulquiorra, I was wondering when you’d arrive.” The Espada’s footsteps halt behind the former shinigami.

“Lord Aizen.” Nothing more than an acknowledgement, but all of the questions you know he wants to ask remain unspoken when dark brown meets deep emerald, their sharp gazes piercing each other. The tension is palpable, for reasons you cannot calculate. Never would you have thought Ulquiorra could level such a glare at the man he’s sworn his loyalty. Your chin is finally released, and a boom resonates through the small chamber, the white fabric on Ulquiorra’s back suddenly filling your gaze as Lord Aizen turns back to face you both. A sonido? Here? Now? In front of Lord Aizen? What is going on with Master Ulquiorra? The thick silence is suffocating, the air itself seems to be vibrating with clashing spiritual pressures and tension. You’re having a hard time breathing, your body feeling heavier the longer the silence stretches. It feels like an eternity passes and you fall to your knees, but you know it can’t have been more than a split second. As quickly as it built, the tension dissipates as you sit there on your knees, panting and sweating in the aftermath.

“Tend to your fracción, Ulquiorra, the way we both know you want to. She may not be privy to your thoughts but I can read you like a book.” Lord Aizen’s smirk is measured carefully, and he’s gone in an instant. You don’t dare move until that spiritual pressure is gone completely, and even then you’re struggling to recuperate. Tenderly, lithe fingers brush away whatever hair had fallen in your face, emerald gaze searching your face as you peer up at him. Searching for what, you don’t know. 

“Stand.” You do as asked, wobbling for a moment while your strength returns. Strong hands, one on your shoulder and one on your waist, steady you. It’s strange, he’s never actually touched you before. Not like this. You don’t know what to do about the sudden feeling in your chest, warmth and contentment spreading like a wildfire to your mind. Even more so you’re left unsure about your newfound feelings, when instead of giving a command he chooses to lift you in his arms. The boom of a sonido is so much different when you’re moving the distance, but not of your own volition. The door to Master Ulquiorra’s quarters is thrown open and you’re unceremoniously tossed onto the large bed.

“Master Ulquiorra?” You can’t help your confusion. The past fifteen minutes have been a whirlwind of unnatural occurrences. His movements are almost frantic as he strides over to the door and seals it shut, locking it from the inside and training those eyes right on you. It’s a predatory glare he pins you with, the viridian swirling with something dark and sultry and filled with an insatiable lust. It makes your carefully crafted mask of indifference crack and splinter, eyes widening as your body curls into itself. You aren’t afraid, not of him. But something in his eyes just screams danger, and you can’t help the blistering heat coiling in the pit of your stomach nor the involuntary squeeze of your thighs. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Before anything else, a tension settles over the room much like earlier.

“What was Lord Aizen’s business with you?” What a strange question.

“He asked if I knew why you were lacking in your duties lately. I couldn’t answer.” His chest rises and falls heavily, a muscle in his jaw tensing momentarily.

“Was that all?” You shook your head, not at all inclined to keep anything from Ulquiorra. 

“He asked if I’d kill myself at your order.” He went eerily still, every muscle in his body tensed and ready like a coiled snake.

“And your answer?”

“Without question. I would do anything you asked of me, Master Ulquiorra.” The glare he levels you with is primal, carnal desire. There’s no question about it, his entire being is consumed by lust. In the time it takes you to blink, he’s got you pinned to the bed with a hand wrapped tight around your neck, his lips claiming yours in a display of barely controlled dominance that has your entire body trembling. Teeth grab at every piece of skin he can reach. Blooming bites and bruises form along your jaw and neck, carefully skirting around the hollow in your own chest, his fingers squeezing around your throat in increments sending your vision blurry. Your clothes are shredded off your body and you’re left completely exposed for the arrancar keeping you pinned to his bed. Pain shoots through you, jolting your body, the sensation of teeth burying into your shoulder and it’s all you can do to bite your lip to stay quiet. The hand on your throat squeezes, Ulquiorra’s voice rattling your brain.

“I want to hear you. Not a single noise you make will be stifled.” It’s a proclamation, a statement of fact, rather than a request or demand. The next bite is accompanied by a sharp pinch, your nipple peaked between his index finger and thumb as he tugs at it, your voice coming out in a yelp and slowly melding into a low moan while he toys with your breasts. 

“Beautiful.” That single word sends shivers down your spine. There isn’t a single moment you can remember being praised in any way, and your head is spinning from it. His mouth continues its assault on your skin, following the curve of your shoulder and down your breasts. You can see the bite marks scattered over your chest, it lights a fire beneath your skin you can’t quite describe. He takes his time marking you, one hand ghosting over you and the other remaining planted on your neck, his lips mapping your body. You’re trembling from the attention he’s lavishing you with, you know he can feel the way your body shakes from all the stimulation. When his wandering hand finally reaches between your thighs, you’re shy knowing how messy you’ve become. His fingers are toying with the folds of your pussy, teasing around the entrance and barely ghosting over your swollen clit, his lips still sucking and biting and marking. He’s claiming you, completely dominating your being and making you his. 

He’s squeezing your throat in longer stents now, giving you short spaces to breathe between the dizzying cut off of your air supply. He can see the effect it’s having on you, your legs weaker as they try to close around his hand toying with your cunt, tears falling down your cheeks, your eyelids fluttering shut the longer he keeps your breathing controlled. And your pretty pussy is leaking so much more now, dripping onto his sheets and soaking his fingers. His emerald gaze stares up at you when you reach up and grasp at his arm, weakly clawing at him for a breath. He loves seeing you like this, completely reliant on him, even to do something as simple and basic and breathing.

The edges of your vision spot black and you’re shaking harder the closer you get to unconsciousness. You can’t fight it much longer, as much as you want to. Your eyes roll back into your skull as two long fingers plunge into your pussy and you’re granted air once again, the gasping breaths you take making your head spin and the fingers buried deep inside you curl up to hit a spot that makes your back arch up off the bed. It’s euphoric. You’re shaking hard, your legs clamped around Ulquiorra’s hand as something snaps in your abdomen, sending you head first into a freefall of blinding pleasure. Your guttural moans bounce off the walls after being ripped from your lungs, a sinful melody in the arrancar’s ears. When you can finally focus again Ulquiorra is standing above you in all his naked glory, clothing tossed into a random corner. He’s a beautiful man, pale skin flawless and smooth, and you can’t help the way your eyes trace down his toned body to lock onto his hard leaking cock as it stands proud.

“Get on your knees. Turn around and present yourself to me.” The command is clear, the dominant cadence of his voice making you tremble as you obey your master. Dropping your chest to the bed, you spread your knees and grip the sheets tight between your fingers, exposing your ass and cunt to the lust crazed Espada. Shivers wrack your body from the groan he lets slip past his lips, you yelp and jolt when a sharp slap lands on your bare pussy. 

“Look at you. So obedient, so submissive. Such a pretty, slutty little fracción for me.” A moan is punched from you at the praise, and your cunt clenches down around nothing. One hand smooths over one of your ass cheeks and slides up your back, reaching all the way to the back of your neck and keeping steady pressure, pinning you in place. Again you clench around nothing as Ulquiorra teases the tip of his cock at your entrance, never delving further, bumping your clit and making you jump with every pass. You know better than to speak out of turn, but you can’t take it anymore.

“P-please…” Everything halts, even your breathing stops at the realization of what you'd just done. A heavy hand slaps your ass, leaving a blooming red mark in its wake, your whole body jerking at the contact and a moan tearing from your throat. Another slap lands in the same place, harder this time, and another. They keep coming until your moans are sounding more like screams, but Ulquiorra knows better, the gush of your cute pussy giving away just how much you’re enjoying yourself. Mercifully, he rubs at the raw skin in soothing circles.

“A fitting punishment, don’t you think? For speaking unprompted,” you nod as much as you can still pinned beneath him, tears staining your cheeks and the bedsheets.

“Y-yes, Master Ulquiorra.” You can’t see it, but you can hear the devious grin in his voice. If only you had the pleasure of witnessing such an expression.

“Good girl, you’re learning.” Your loud moan is swallowed by the sheets.

“Oh? You like the praise, sweet thing?” It’s formed as a question, but it feels like he’s taunting you, like it’s something shameful to enjoy. You can’t bring yourself to answer, embarrassed to be so affected by his praise. His hand comes down again on your still painful ass.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Between small hiccups and sniffles, you squeak out a response.

“Yes! I love hearing your praise, Master.” Satisfied, he chuckles, deep and dark and dangerous. He doesn’t bother speaking anymore, focused solely on dragging out your torturous pleasure as long as he can endure. His fingers are shoved into your pussy, ripping a groan out of you and he sets a punishing pace, pumping and curling and spreading to prepare you to take his sizable cock. You can feel that sensation again, tightening in the depths of your belly, feel your legs begin to shake like before, whines and moans spilling into the room. But just before that tension snaps, you’re left empty. You could cry, being denied that release. Ulquiorra just laughs again before rubbing tight, quick circles into your clit to build up the tension again. You desperately want to beg him to let you cum, want to sing his praises in hopes that he’ll pull you over that blissful release, but you know you can’t. Your chest is heaving, entire body shaking as he builds you up to the point of snapping, only to stop just before you’re shoved over the edge again. You cry, sob as another orgasm is stolen away from you. Your body is shaking so hard he doesn’t even have to move his fingers to rub at your clit, just hold them while you tremble and let you work yourself to that peak again and again. Then he stills completely, listening to your pathetic sniveling at being denied so much pleasure.

“Go ahead. Beg.”

“Please! Please Master Ulquiorra make me cum! I want to feel it so bad, I need it. I can’t take any more, please make me cum!” You can hear his evil chuckle, he’s adoring this. In one fluid motion he buries his aching cock all the way to the hilt, your scream is punched from your lungs and your vision blanks, his heavy balls slap against your clit as he slams into you with his full weight. You can’t hear anything as you cum hard, feeling liquid gush from your cunt and drip down your legs, squirting all over Ulquiorra’s thighs. He doesn’t stop, leaning over you and pounding into you until he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. Shaking is all you can do, pinned down and at the mercy of your master as he empties into you, hot ropes of thick cum filling you to the brim as he finally stills. 

You’re both sucking in heavy breaths in the aftershock, slowly he releases your neck and lays the both of you down on your side, cock still plugging your cunt, keeping all his cum inside you. He holds your trembling form close, gently massaging your shoulders, hips, neck and thighs. Every piece of you that he’s sure aches, he tenderly soothes. It takes a long while for you to pick up the shattered pieces of your mind, he can see your eyes regain their focus as he places soft kisses over your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” You blink away some of the daze, nod slowly to answer. The both of you hiss when he slips his soft cock from you, sensitive as ever. He flips you around to face him, tugging your body over his own so you’re laying on top of him. His fingers caress down your back and massage your scalp and neck, further grounding your mind. It’s comfortable, sweet. You don’t want to be anywhere else. Gently, he turns your head to look into your eyes.

“For the last week I have battled with the notion that you were not solely my own fracción and you would be stolen away by another Espada.” A small, lazy smile graces your features. What a silly concept.

“I’m not going anywhere, Master Ulquiorra.” His gaze turns possessive.

“Of course you aren’t, my dear fracción,” his hand grips your chin firmly, eyes piercing your own, “You belong to me, and only me.”

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

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

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

Byakuya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grimmjow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ulquiorra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[muzansfangs]

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

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

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

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

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

• FRIENDS – Grimmjow x f!reader (NSFW)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Who fell first and who harder?

Arrancar

Loly - You fell first, and she harder.

Menoly - She fell first and harder.

Tesla - You fell first, and he fell harder.

Di Roy - He fell first and harder.

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

Espada

Sarrk - He fell first and harder.

Barragan - You fell first and harder.

Harribel- You fell first, but she fell harder.

Ulquiorra - You fell first and harder.

Nnoitra - You fell first, and he fell harder.

Grimmjow - He fell first, but you fell harder.

Szayel - You fell first, and he fell harder.

Aaroniero - He fell first and harder.

Yammy - You fell first and harder.

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

Ex- Espada

Nelliel - She fell first and harder.

Luppi - He fell first and harder.

[suvidrache]

Bleach Relationship Headcanons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 311 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Featuring: Nnoitra Gilga, Shūhei Hisagi, and Ulquiorra Cifer.

Nnoitra Gilga, a person who everyone can assume would never find love. He was incapable of it. He only cares about himself. How could someone love someone like him?

He wasn't the best by any means, but you loved him, and you weren't willing to give up on him. You are his first ever relationship. He is selfish and prefers to receive rather than give. He doesn't like PDA. At home, he is similar to a cat. He likes attention and affection, but only when he wants it. As time goes on, he begins to warm up a little. He'll give you more attention and affection. If someone hurts you, he won't hesitate to hurt the one who hurt you.

Ulquiorra Cifer has no clue what a relationship is. You like him? How nice. Wait, why? Questions everything. It may get annoying, but he genuinely doesn't understand. He is pretty okay with anything that goes on as long as you answer his questions and explain things. He won't be the first to initiate affection until a few months to a few years after you are together. He may seem emotionless, but as time goes on, he begins to ask things: “What is this thumping feeling inside my chest? The thumping is harder when you touch me. I don't dislike the feeling of you, but the feeling in my chest. I don't understand.”

Shūhei, immediate nose bleed. It's the obvious sign that he likes you. Now you're in a relationship? He's lucky to have you. Despite how much he talks, he is quite shy and may pass out depending on the situation. He doesn't mind PDA. However, he might have a nosebleed, or he'll be as red as a tomato. As time goes on, he gets a little better about being around you. Very rarely do you ever hear the word no.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

Tag List: @eli-chris, @stygianoir, @dahlias-love, @lazyboikat

[bloodblanks]

headcanon:

ulquiorra can and will kinkshame you. or well, he human-shames. which includes kinkshaming.

[vionyxart]

I drew Sad emo boy again

IG : Vionyx.art

[pin-k-ink]

caught in between // grimmjow jeagerjaquez & ulquiorra schiffer (pt. 3)

tw: possessive!ulquiorra, fingering, nipple play, a tiny bit of angst, squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk (it’s ulquiorra so don’t expect much), praise kink, grimmjow makes a small appearance

wc: 3.7k

part one | part two | part three

The ghost of Ulquiorra's heated words lingered - "I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else. Ever again."

His scorching proclamation of possession had set your body ablaze with newfound cravings that night. The way he claimed your mouth, his calloused hands commanding your curves, the low timbre of his growls vibrating against your skin - it unlocked hungers you never knew existed.

But Ulquiorra's behavior soon became as frigid as ever, avoiding your gaze and presence like you were a scourge to be avoided. No hints of that awakened ardor remained. Just his typical unflinching aloofness as if that heated encounter never transpired.

You knew better than to seek answers. Ulquiorra made his disinterest in anything beyond the physical painfully clear time and again. So you bottled up the sting of rejection, your only companion the endless loop of confusion and insecurity plaguing your thoughts.

Why had he torn down those walls only to fortify them once more? Were you simply a mere plaything to sate his primal whims when the impulse struck? Loathed for your weakness the moment of passion subsided?

Lost in these self-doubts, you failed to notice the harsh spike of reiatsu until the door to your quarters burst open with a crash.

"Well, well...if it ain't Las Noches' most sought after little piece," Grimmjow's gravelly voice oozed obscenity. "I can smell that beautiful stank of vulnerability from a mile away, kitten."

His lecherous smirk carved deeper at your dejection as his pale blue eyes roamed your curled-in posture without shame. "Don't got your panties in a twist since I hit that perfect pussy last, do ya?"

Your body stiffened at Grimmjow's vulgar evaluation, shrinking further into yourself. You knew better than to rise to his taunts - that's exactly what he craved. The vile nicknames and degradations rolled off your tongue like drips of venom whenever you dared challenge him.

Before you could attempt to wave him off, Grimmjow closed the distance in several long strides. His large hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he dragged you flush against his muscled form.

"Don't act so shy now, babydoll," he purred, hot breath fanning along the exposed column of your neck. "Need I remind you how much your greedy little cunt was squeezin’ this dick that night?"

Grimmjow ground his growing arousal against you purposefully as his free hand shoved your robes aside. Calloused fingertips trailed along the swell of your breast before giving it a rough squeeze.

You remained pliant under his dominance, not an ounce of defiance in your frame as he mouthed along your jugular hungrily. Normally his bold manhandling would have you squirming with need, hips rolling wantonly against him. But tonight, you felt...numb. Hollow. hehe hollow

Grimmjow stilled, finally registering your complete lack of reaction. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his probing glare.

"The hell's gotten into you?" he demanded through gritted teeth. "I know you want this just as bad, you little slut."

Still you said nothing, merely holding his intense stare impassively. Grimmjow's grip on you relaxed a fraction as his brows furrowed, somehow sensing something besides lust was amiss.

"Don't tell me Ulquiorra's icy act has finally gotten to you," he scoffed, rough fingers still gripping your chin. "That bastard couldn't find his way outta a real emotion if his life depended on it."

You remained silent, but the slight tremor in your lower lip gave you away. Grimmjow's mocking smirk softened minutely.

"Ah, so that's what's got your pretty little panties in a twist," he murmured, thumb tracing the plump swell of your mouth. "Did his highness pull another of his little hot and cold acts? Warmin' your sheets one night only to freeze you out after?"

Your chin quivered tellingly in his grasp. Grimmjow tsked, shaking his head in faint amusement as he pulled you closer once more, his other arm banding around your waist.

"Listen up, kitten. That's just how the prick operates," he breathed against the crown of your head. "Gets a taste of the good stuff only to retreat back into his philosophical bullshit once the nut's been busted."

His crass bluntness should have earned him a firm rebuke. But you simply sagged further against Grimmjow's broad chest, seeking an anchor in his hold as your hands bunched his jacket lapels.

"Pretty fucked up, I'll give you that," he continued thoughtfully, fingers skating along your lower back. "But you know what'll help get your mind offa that shit?"

Grimmjow's palm traveled lower, cupping your backside and giving it an emphatic squeeze as his hips canted against yours.

"Lemme put this fat dick back where it belongs, huh?" he rumbled, tongue tracing the delicate shell of your ear. "Make you forget all about that cold prick's mind games for a while."

You shuddered despite yourself at his familiar gravelly murmurs. Perhaps letting Grimmjow distract your troubled thoughts wasn't the wisest idea...but you already felt yourself falling under his seductive spell once more.

The slick glide of Grimmjow's skilled tongue along the column of your neck had you melting against him, a soft mewl escaping your lips as his wandering hands stoked your arousal. Perhaps letting him lavish you with rough affection was unwise, but surely it beat wallowing alone with your turbulent thoughts.

Just as you began to lose yourself in Grimmjow's intoxicating touch, a frigid spike of reiatsu pierced the heady atmosphere. You gasped, instinctively stiffening in Grimmjow's arms as a familiar presence manifested in the room like an ominous storm front.

"My, my..." Grimmjow drawled languidly, not bothering to face the intruder as his teeth grazed your earlobe. "If it isn't the man of the hour himself. You're just in time for the show, princess."

"Remove yourself from her vicinity. Now." Ulquiorra's tone was arctic, promising unspeakable violence should his directive go unheeded.

Grimmjow merely chuckled, the rumbling vibration sending tingles across your sensitized skin before he slowly released you. You immediately shrank back, head bowed in a futile attempt to avoid Ulquiorra's withering emerald glare.

"Didn't realize you'd get your pansy panties in such a twist just from me giving the lady some much-needed attention," Grimmjow tossed over his shoulder as he slinked for the exit. "My bad. She's all yours, jackass."

The breath stilled in your lungs as the two Espada's reiatsu clashed in the confines of your chamber, nearly buckling your knees with its intensity. You didn't dare raise your gaze until Grimmjow's presence faded into the distance.

When you finally chanced a peek at Ulquiorra, regret came swiftly. Unlike his typical unflappable demeanor, barely-restrained fury was contorting his features into something feral.

"Is this a new pastime of yours?" he seethed through gritted teeth. "Fraternizing with any of Las Noches' strays the moment I turn my back?"

Your mouth worked uselessly as you cowered under his menacing stare, hands fisting in the disheveled folds of your robes. This unreserved hostility was so at odds with the tenderness he'd shown just days prior.

Ulquiorra advanced with measured strides until his chest was a hairsbreadth from yours. You shrank back on instinct, but his fingers ruthlessly gripped your jaw, forcing your widened eyes to meet his.

"You'd do well to remember your place, woman," he hissed lowly. "Any further indiscretions and I'll be forced to--"

A choked whimper broke free as tears began to streak your flushed cheeks. Your throat ached with the effort to hold back deeper sobs wracking your frame.

Ulquiorra cut off abruptly, brows twitching ever so slightly at the unexpected display of raw emotion. Both your bodies remained frozen in that charged tableau, his vice-like hold the only point of contact.

Then, in a seemingly unconscious motion, the pad of his thumb brushed away the dampness from your cheekbone. His glinting stare bored into your own, furrow deepening as if searching for...something.

The gentle swipe of calloused skin seared through you more intensely than his brutal grip moments before. Your breath hitched under his penetrating scrutiny, scarcely daring to believe the shift in his manner.

Ulquiorra's gaze flickered to your parted lips. You barely registered his hooded lids drifting shut before his mouth crashed over yours in a searing kiss.

Ulquiorra kissed you with an ardor that contrasted starkly with his earlier rage, as if he was a man starved. His lithe frame pinned you against the nearest wall, one palm cradling your nape while the other mapped every curve hungrily. You surrendered to his questing mouth, reveling in the low rumbles vibrating from his chest.

Without preamble, he hooked an arm beneath your knees, easily lifting and cradling you to his chiseled torso. You blinked up at him in breathless surprise as he began carrying you from your chambers, emerald eyes burning with an intensity you'd never witnessed before.

The journey to his private quarters passed in a heated haze. You trailed open-mouthed kisses along the strong column of his neck, fingertips skating the defined musculature of his back and shoulders as he strode with purposeful strides.

Finally, Ulquiorra crossed the threshold and sealed you both inside, kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. He didn't pause until depositing you atop the neatly tucked sheets of his own bed. You drank in the image of him hovering above, face half-shadowed and muscles rippling beneath the remaining swathes of his uniform.

His piercing emerald stare held you immobile as his calloused palms bracketed your flushed face.

"That night, when Grimmjow dared defile you with his debased presence before my eyes..." Ulquiorra's deep timbre carried a rarefied rumble. "Had he so much as looked upon you improperly, I would not have hesitated to tear out his throat with my bare hands."

One hand trailed down the side of your neck with deliberate slowness as he leaned closer, breath fanning hotly against your lips.

"You are mine, woman. Mine to claim..." His other hand found purchase at the curve of your hip, yanking you flush against the rigid planes of his body. "Mine alone to touch, to covet, to possess utterly."

Ulquiorra crushed his mouth against yours in a searing, punishing kiss, as if staking an irrevocable brand of possession. When he at last released your abused lips with a rasp of air, his intense stare had you pinned unblinkingly.

"I will no longer tolerate any inability on your part to understand the extent of what you mean to me," he vowed in a low growl. "Your existence belongs to me and no other. This mindless jealousy is...unacceptable."

Ulquiorra's burning stare held you transfixed as his dexterous fingers made deft work of the buckles and fastenings of his remaining clothes. With each released clasp, more of his marble-pale flesh was laid bare.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the hollow cavity in the center of his toned chest - the eternal reminder of the sacrifice of his heart. The sharp, black lines framing the void seemed to beckon, tempting you to reach out and trace their unusual patterns.

As the white jacket parted and slipped from his lithe form, you marveled at the sculptural contours of Ulquiorra's body. The defined valleys and peaks of his musculature appeared carved from the finest alabaster beneath his deceptively delicate ivory skin. He moved with an almost preternatural grace, like some ancient greco-roman statue given unnatural life.

When his hakama pooled at his feet, your breath hitched at the sight of his nude, chiseled figure bathed in the moonglow filtering through the window slits. The dark lines adorning every inch of his form only enhanced the ethereal, haunting beauty in his design.

Ulquiorra's penetrating stare missed nothing as he drank in your unhidden admiration and awe. His eyes glinted emerald in the low light as he reached for you once more, looming over your splayed form with the dangerous poise of a great white panther.

"What you've awoken within me..." he rasped in a gravity-laced baritone. "This relentless, maddening need to make you truly understand you are utterly mine in every sense..."

His mouth crashed over yours in a searing, uninhibited kiss that robbed you of any coherent thought - only the overwhelming sensation of finally being subsumed by this enigmatic fallen angel's fever.

Ulquiorra's scorching kisses left a blazing trail down the slender column of your neck. His deft fingers made short work of the fastenings securing your robes, pushing the folds of fabric aside to map every newly exposed inch of silken skin.

You arched instinctively into his exploratory caresses, a soft keen escaping as his lips found that sensitive hollow beneath your ear. Ulquiorra's calloused palms traced up the underside of your thighs before hooking behind your knees, effortlessly drawing your legs around his narrow hips.

"You are the only light in my eternal damnation," he murmured in a low rasp against the racing pulse at your throat. "This insatiable thirst you've awakened cannot be quelled by anything but submitting you to the deepest recesses of my obsession."

With one final tug, the last offending layers were banished, leaving you achingly bare before his piercing regard. Ulquiorra's smoldering stare roved every curve and swell as if committing your form to memory for the first time. When his gaze at last met yours, those blazing emerald orbs held the intensity of a thousand hot suns.

"You are mine, woman," he growled with irrefutable possession. "Every whimper, every gasp, every broken cry of ecstasy - all of it belongs only to me."

Calloused fingertips trailed down the valley between your breasts with torturous leisure as Ulquiorra's mouth began mapping your feverish skin once more. You could only surrender beneath his scorching brand, a willing offering soon to be consumed wholly by his all-consuming blaze as soon as he sealed his mouth over the peak of your breast.

His hot, wet tongue swirled a slow circuit, laving the pert bud relentlessly before suckling with bruising force. The rough pads of his fingers rolled the other peak in perfect rhythm, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core.

"Ul-Ulquiorra, please," you keened, hips instinctively rolling against him. "I-I need..."

"Do not test my self-control," he warned with a low growl, teeth scraping against the supple swell of your breast. "Or I will be forced to prolong your torment."

"N-no, please...I'm sorry," you panted, nails raking against the sculpted muscles of his back. "P-please...I can't..."

Ulquiorra's sinful mouth returned its attentions to the other nipple, mercilessly suckling and nipping until the sensations became almost too much to bear. When his hand traveled lower, his long fingers easily parting your slick folds, your spine bowed and hips bucked wildly.

"Look at how beautifully you fall apart beneath my touch," he mused against the flushed column of your neck, a rare hint of amusement in his gravel-laced voice.

His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, the rough pads stroking that perfect bundle of nerves with agonizing precision. A fresh wave of slick coated his teasing digits, your walls already beginning to flutter around his touch.

"Tell me, woman," Ulquiorra drawled against the shell of your ear, his deep tone edged with a dark promise. "Does your cunt still beg for his touch?"

You writhed restlessly against the sheets, a high-pitched whimper slipping from your kiss-bruised lips as his expert touch sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"N-no, never," you gasped, nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. "Only...only y-yours."

"And what about his filthy words," Ulquiorra continued, his thumb rolling a punishing rhythm across your swollen bundle of nerves. "How he spoke of defiling your sweet cunt with his filthy cock. Do they still linger in your mind?"

His skilled digits continued their relentless assault, sending you hurtling towards release at a maddening pace. Your inner walls began clamping down around his fingers, signaling an imminent plunge.

"N-no, just y-yours," you whimpered, head thrashing against the sheets. "I-I'm only y-yours, please..."

"Good girl," he rasped, lips ghosting the column of your throat. "Cum for me, now."

That last command sent you crashing over the edge with a wordless cry, a blinding supernova exploding behind your eyelids as your inner walls rippled violently around his fingers, scalding liquid gushing from your weeping entrance.

As you gradually surfaced, a soft mewl escaped at the sensation of him removing his fingers from your slick heat. Your gaze followed the movement to find his hand slowly disappearing into his mouth, lips wrapping obscenely around his digits and sucking them clean with a low hum.

"So sweet," he murmured, eyes falling closed briefly. "But you're not finished, woman."

Without preamble, Ulquiorra gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading them wide and exposing your slick, puffy folds. A shiver wracked your frame at the raw, feral hunger darkening his emerald stare as he lined his thick length against your drenched entrance.

He sheathed himself within your molten depths in a single thrust, hissing through gritted teeth at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around his shaft. You arched, spine bowing from the bed as a breathless sob ripped free, the sudden fullness nearly driving you out of your mind.

"You are perfection, woman," he ground out, the muscles of his back rippling beneath your frantic grasp. "Your body was molded to fit my cock, alone."

Then, without another moment's hesitation, he set a brutal pace.

Ulquiorra's sculpted hips pistoned relentlessly, his heavy sac slapping against the curve of your ass with every deep thrust. He was buried to the hilt with each stroke, the thick tip grinding against your most sensitive spots, and stretching you to the brink.

Every drag of his velvet-over-steel length within your fluttering walls was like the sweetest torture. Every nerve ending was ablaze with pleasure and pain. The coil wound tighter with every punishing thrust.

"Ul-Ulquiorra..." you panted, hands clawing at his back. "P-please, I'm s-so close..."

"Not yet," he commanded, fingers digging deeper into the supple flesh of your thighs. "You'll cum only when I command it."

You could only whimper helplessly beneath his dominance, a litany of pleas spilling forth unbidden. You were a slave to his carnal will, utterly subsumed by his ardor.

With a low growl, Ulquiorra hauled you upright, seating you fully atop his pistoning length. His sculpted torso remained flush against yours, his mouth hovering scant inches from yours as the new angle drove his shaft even deeper.

He held you impossibly tight against him, as if unwilling to permit any distance between you. One large palm cradled your nape, the other hooked beneath your thigh as he resumed his relentless pace, this time driving up into you.

The change in angle had you seeing stars, a breathless keen ripping from your throat. You could do nothing but cling desperately to his broad shoulders, nails scoring the muscled planes of his back, as his thrusts sent you hurtling closer to oblivion.

"Now, woman," Ulquiorra commanded through clenched teeth, emerald eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Cum. For. Me."

At the moment he punctuated those last three words, the hand on your thigh snaked down between your bodies to press ruthlessly against your swollen, pulsating bundle of nerves. The added stimulation coupled with his final, deep thrust was enough to send you careening over the edge with a wordless, primal cry.

Your inner walls spasmed violently around his impossibly thick length, the force of your release nearly painful as you gushed and sprayed all over his shaft and the sheets. A guttural groan vibrated from his chest, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open at the overwhelming sensation of your inner walls clamping down around him.

Ulquiorra captured your mouth in a searing, unchained kiss as his hips bucked wildly, burying himself to the hilt one last time. You moaned, relishing the scorching spurts of his release coating your walls and the sensation of his throbbing cock filling you completely.

He remained buried inside, holding you against his sculpted frame as his shaft twitched and pulsed, his tongue mapping every inch of your mouth. You could do little else but melt bonelessly against him, utterly sated and blissfully content.

After a long moment, Ulquiorra reluctantly pulled away, hissing at the sensation of his oversensitive length dragging against your soaked folds. His emerald stare held you transfixed, burning with a newfound intensity that took your breath away.

In the hazy afterglow, Ulquiorra gathered you against his chiseled form, cradling you flush against his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns along the dip of your spine as you sat entwined amid the disheveled bedding.

"Does this newfound closeness...unsettle you?" he murmured low, emerald stare glinting with undisguised curiosity. "I do not intend to make you uncomfortable with such overt affections."

He tilted your chin up with one knuckle, boring into your eyes with an intensity that stole your breath. "But it seems...incomplete to not hold you in my arms as I should."

The raw sincerity in his normally reserved tenor tugged at your heartstrings. With a small smile, you nestled deeper into his embrace, reveling in the warm, protective cocoon of his arms.

"It's not uncomfortable," you murmured, lips ghosting his marble-pale skin. "I-I...actually kind of like it."

"You would," he scoffed, fingers tracing the curve of your hip. "You always did seek comfort in the most peculiar places."

A dusting of color bloomed in your cheeks at his dry observation. You made a small noise of protest, preparing a retort, when Ulquiorra's palm flattened over the small of your back. He effectively eliminated any remaining space between your bare forms as he pulled you flush atop his chiseled torso.

The unmistakable heat of his cock stirred against your belly, forcing a trembling exhalation past your lips. Ulquiorra's stare remained impassive, but the subtle twitching at the corners of his mouth hinted at self-satisfaction.

"Do not mistaken my...indulging of this closeness as accidental," he rumbled, aquiline nose skimming along your jawline. "I am quite intentional in keeping what is mine thoroughly sated."

You shivered at the dark timbre of his promise, nails raking lightly down the pale expanses of his back. Ulquiorra hissed out an indrawn breath through gritted teeth, muscles tensing beneath your exploratory caress.

"Pleasant as this interlude has been," he muttered tautly. "Do not think for a moment that I've had my fill of you, woman."

With a deft pivot of his hips, Ulquiorra rolled you beneath him once more, body coiling with restrained power and undeniable intent. His penetrating stare pinned you unblinking as he loomed above, backlit by the moonglow slatting through the windows.

"This possession is eternal. You would be wise to understand that..." He sealed the vow with a searing, sidelong glance that branded you to your very core. "...Pet."

[brittscafe]

Hi I hope ur doing well could you write a nsfw one shot if that’s fine ofc! of ulquiorras fem s/o taking his virginity for the first time and showing him what sex is

yesssss omfg I love this idea! <3

You sit across Ulquiorra on your shared bed as you take a sip of water. Ulquirorra studies your face and he clears his throat.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" Ulquiorra questions you and you spit out your water onto the floor. You blink a few times before glancing up at your boyfriend and you gulp.

"What?" you question him, peering at his expression. His eyes are full of seriousness, but also confusion.

You didn't have idea that Ulquiorra even knows what sex means in the slightest.

"Grimmjow's been asking me if we've had sex," he shrugs his shoulders and you slightly clench your fists.

"I'm going to kill Grimmjow," you comment, shaking your head.

"Sex. What is it?" Ulquiorra asks curiously and your cheeks flush with a bright pink.

How the hell do you even explain that to him?

"Um...you know when we kiss? It's kind of like that expect we're naked and it's way more than kissing. Sex is where we both feel a lot of pleasure because of the actions that we would do," you stumble over your words.

"You can go further than kissing?" Ulquiorra blinks, inching closer to you.

"You have no idea," you giggle out.

"Show me," Ulquiorra demands and you gulp. His eyes gaze into yours and you shift your weight.

"Ok," you whisper, grabbing onto your shirt and pulling it over your head. Ulquiorra's eyes glance down at your breasts poking out from your bra and his mouth waters.

He wasn't sure why his mouth was watering, it was just a part of your body.

You reach back and unclip your bra, tossing it onto the ground. Ulquiorra's eyes glue onto your breasts and they way they move with each shift of your weight.

"You can touch them," you offer and Ulquiorra's lips slightly part open and before he knows it, he's reaching towards your breasts. His eyes widen as his hands cup the squishy flesh and you lean your head back.

His eyes glance as your neck stretches out and he dips his head down into your neck. Your jaw drops open as he presses his lips against your neck and places kisses all over.

You grab onto the zipper on his shirt and start to unzip it. He pulls his lips away from your neck and glances up at him.

"Is this okay?" you ask him and he slightly bobs his head. Ulquiorra feels his cock growing as you run your hands over his bare chest and a chill runs down his spine.

You place his shirt on the ground and start sliding off your skirt. His eyes widen and he gulps.

"Here. You can take them off if you'd like," you suggest, glancing down to your underwear.

"Are you sure?" Ulquiorra asks, his face twisting with unsureness. You smile gently and nod your head. You sink down into the bed and Ulquiorra hovers above you.

His long fingers grab onto your underwear and he slowly pulls it them off and over your ankles and feet. His eyes glue onto your dripping cunt and he cocks his head.

Wet. Why was it so wet?

A tiny gasp leaves your lips as Ulquiorra sticks his finger inside of you.

"What? Is this what I'm supposed to be doing?" he questions, feeling around your walls.

"Kind of. Here, let me show you," you offer, sitting up and grabbing onto two of Ulquiorra's fingers.

You slowly insert them inside of your core. You slowly to pump his fingers in and out of yourself. You throw your head with pleasure and let out a quiet moan.

Ulquiorra grabs onto your hand and pulls it away. "I understand now," he explains, containing to push his fingers deeper inside of you.

"Good," you moan out, letting his hand go and starting to run your fingers through his hair.

"Is this it? Is this what sex is?" Ulquiorra questions and you stifle a chuckle.

"Do you want to try something else?" you ask and Ulquiorra eagerly nods his head.

"I want you to feel good and I want to feel good as well," he speaks calmly and you let out a tiny chuckle.

"Good," you smile gently as he removes his fingers from your core. The sudden air slaps against your cunt and you gaze down at Ulquiorra's hard cock.

Precum leaking from his tip and you carefully wrap your fingers around his cock. Ulquiorra whimpers quietly as you start to slowly insert his cock inside of your cunt.

It stretches you out and you moan quietly.

"Is this comfortable? You look like you're in pain," Ulquiorra comments, continuing to slide his length inside of you.

"Yes, I'm fine," you reassure him, clenching your jaw. Concern is laced all over Ulquiorra's face and he places his hand on your cheek.

His eyes glisten with a certain softness and he leans his forehead on yours.

"Are you sure? I can stop," he asks curiously and you spread your legs wider.

"You're not going to break me, Ulquiorra," you assure him, a smile growing along your face.

"You're so wet," he comments, gritting his teeth and your stomach twists into knots.

"You make me wet, Ulquiorra," you reveal and his eyes widen with interest.

"I do?" he questions and you nod your head. Ulquiorra continues to thrust inside of you, your walls squeezing around his cock.

Ulquiorra moans start to slur out from his lips like a sin and he knits his eyebrows together. It feels good, the way you fit around him and give him such pleasure.

"D-Does it feel good?" you hesitate to ask, furrowing your eyebrows and Ulquiorra inhales sharply.

"Yes," he replies and your eyes widen. The tip of his cock continues to kiss your sweet spot earning moans and groans from you.

"Do you feel good, y/n?" Ulquiorra asks, his lips lingering above yours.

"You have no idea," you comment, panting heavily. Sweat starts to gather around your forehead and the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

Ulquiorra's cock grows harder inside of you, tightening as the cum starts to spill out from his tip.

"Y/N," Ulquiorra moans out your name, filling you up with cum as his cock twitches. He breathes heavily and lowers his head, becoming tired.

With one more swift thrust, his cock reaching the inside of your tummy, you scream out as you squirt all over his cock, your juices oozing out from your cunt. It drips down your thighs and Ulquiorra thrusts slowly before completely stopping.

You both lay there, Ulquiorra's cock sitting inside of you, filling you up. You both pant heavily and Ulquiorra rests his head on your chest.

"That...was amazing," Ulquiorra breathes heavily as you wrap your arms around his lower back.

"Should I-?" he asks, glancing down at his cock still stuffed inside of you. You place your hand on his chest and shake your head.

"No, it's fine. Let's just stay like this for a while," you suggest and Ulquiorra nods his head. He lowers his head down and kisses you, softly.

[seneon]

ulquiorra stares at you blankly as you held out some flowers you plucked and stole from someone's garden. he scans your facial expression, filled with mischief and a little bit of slyness in them. quite the troublemaker you are, to get your hands dirty and get somebody's garden dirty. all that to get ulquiorra a flower. just to see his reaction. but to no avail, he has none. well, at least to you, he doesn't show it. on the inside however, he feels his heart beating violently against his chest and the shyness that randomly builds up in him. nobody has ever given him a flower before. and he's not quite sure how to react to that. he murmurs a faint thanks and takes the flower, unsure of what to do with it but you just take it back and insert the flower in his pretty long hair with your iconic giant smile. oh, how he wishes that you'd only smile for him like that . . .

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[privarot]

arrancars reacting to you kissing them for the first time

listed: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, ulquiorra cifer, coyote starrk, tier harribel, nelliel tu odelschwanck, di roy rinker, cyan sung-sun, emilou apacci, franceska mila rose and szayelaporro granz

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

his first thought is that you are incredibly bold to put yourself anywhere near his mouth.

though, it also runs through his mind that maybe you are trying to eat him.

however the second your lips find his, he’s confused and oddly enamored by it. he will not know how to kiss you at first. you will absolutely have to teach him how it works and he WILL get addicted to the way your mouth feels on his.

you’ve created that monster, now deal with the consequences.

he’s a bit bitey, so be prepared for that, but he’s actually quite loving when he kisses you. he pours all the emotions that he has a difficult time voicing into that one bit of physical contact. plus, he just really likes how warm you feel against him.

he becomes eerily good at it, too. he knows all the ways to fluster you and he'll make sure to do it every time so he can tease you about how easily you fluster under his attention.

feel free to kiss him anywhere at anytime. he will drop everything he is doing to kiss you back, and then grin wide when he pulls back, his thumb running across your bottom lip while he leans close to you. (may i mention that he would get quite touchy-feely?)

“give me another?”

Ulquiorra Cifer

much like grimmjow, he thinks you’re brave for coming near a hollows mouth, but unlike grimmjow, he initially thinks you are… not smart for it.

he doesn’t know how human affection (or affection at all) works, cut him some slack here.

he will awkwardly stand there stone-faced until you lean back. then he will question the hell out of you to try and figure out why you just did that and why he liked it.

he’s a very good learner, so he’ll pick up on it fast. he can and will catch you off guard the first time he initiates a kiss. you’re mid-conversation with someone else when he walks by, stops to press a chaste kiss to your lips, and then continues on with his day like nothing happened.

it’s safe to say that he has no shame and does not care for people seeing brief displays of affection. you are his, yes? they should know.

brace yourself for when he nonchalantly tells you he likes how your lips taste. he has no tact. and then he'll be confused as to why it flusters you so.

though, he does become oddly quiet after you kiss him. he has a hard time finding the words to tell you how it makes him feel. he's just a little flustered.

Coyote Starrk

he is… confused to say the least.

you laid one on him while he was about to take a nap before rolling over to take one of your own.

suddenly he is very awake and very perplexed as to why his chest feels so tight all of the sudden. he lays there until you wake up, watching as your chest rises and falls with your unconscious breaths.

the second you’re up he wants to know why you did that. he wants to know what that means. much like ulquiorra’s curiosity but much less monotone. rather, the poor guy looks like he may cry (out of happiness, i promise).

he was alone for a long, long time, and he still struggles with that lonely feeling, so to know that you did that to show your affection for him… it fills whatever replacement he has for a heart with joy.

he wants you to kiss him all the time now. he can’t sleep without it. he takes to kissing across your knuckles while you tell him about your day, and when you return that love with a little peck to his lips, he offers you a fond smile and asks you to lay down with him.

expect lots of sleepy kisses while he's settling down for a nap with you bundled up in his arms.

Tier Harribel

she is much more collected than the boys have been.

she blinks slowly at you; confused and yet intrigued by what that meant.

tier is used to forms of affection from tres bestias, but never this (consider a poly, mayhaps). it is needless to say that it fascinates her a bit...

but also... she adores that look on your face as you leaned in to kiss her.

if you catch her in her natural state, she is ever so thankful for the presence of her mask on the lower half of her face. her cheeks turn a darling shade of red when your lips hit the teeth of her mask. if you've caught her in her resurrección, you're blessed with getting to see that blush. she tries to ignore the way she can feel her face grow warm.

regardless of her initial fluster, she will want to return that kiss. imagine sharing soft kisses with her when no one else is around, her hands carefully cupping your face as she brushes her lips across yours.

she can't think of anything better than being here, enveloped in your arms and watching you squirm under her affections.

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck

oh boy does she squeal.

she is immediately enamored.

"aww, y/n! do it again! do it again!"

she crushes you into a hug and then covers your face in kisses, giggling the whole time.

she hasn't been kissed before, either, but she knows that whatever you just did to her made her feel incredibly happy and she demands to have more of it.

you can expect a ton of kisses from her constantly now. it doesn't matter where you are, who is around, or what you're doing; nel will bounce right over to you and lay a big kiss on your lips. or all over your face. either works.

she thinks every inch of you is stunning and will show you that by kissing all of you. she wants you to feel loved and appreciated, so you will get lots of this. especially if you are feeling down.

also, she'll scoop you up while in her resurrección, arms wound tight around your waist while she trots around and kisses you with loud "pop!"s.

Di Roy Rinker

this boy turns red.

his entire face. all of it. and then down his neck to his shoulders and chest.

he stammers for some kind of response, his one visible eye blown wide. you'd just put your mouth with his! don't you know that's dangerous for hollows? he can't believe that you did something so daring but...

he's absolutely overjoyed. he looks at you with the softest expression he's ever wore. and he looks at you like that all day. you'd really done something like that because you loved him, huh? done something so vulnerable just because you wanted to show him some affection.

he's too bashful to directly ask for another kiss for a while; trying to play a little bit of his "tough guy" act and make it seem like he didn't like it as much as he did. he doesn't need to know that you can see right through that.

however, after a few days of being unable to sleep well and staring blankly at the ceiling, remembering the feeling of your lips against his, he'll cave. he'll come to you, hands fidgeting in front of him, and ask ever-so-sweetly for you to give him another.

he'll turn that same shade of red every time you kiss him, but he can't bring himself to be embarrassed about it.

Cyan Sung-Sun

she finds it adorable.

you pulled her arm down and away from her face just to get a quick peck in before putting everything back in its spot.

her eyebrow slowly arches and you can see the smugness reach her eyes.

while she doesn't really understand the meaning, she can see every ounce of how flustered you are and therefore must tease you for such. she thinks that embarrassed little look on your face is very, very cute.

"aw, are you nervous, y/n? that was so sweet~"

prepare yourself for her sneaking up on you to give you kisses now. like i said, she absolutely adores that look on your face and wants to see you turn all red for her.

she'll wait until no one is looking to lower her arm and lean over to give you a kiss or two. then she'll chuckle quietly to herself as you stammer and turn your head away.

if she's feeling especially playful, she'll hook her hand under your chin and make you turn your head back to her again so she can kiss you just a little more.

you are at her mercy with this one.

Emilou Apacci

she flusters immediately.

but of course, she tries to save her pride by smacking a hand over her mouth and demanding to know what you were thinking.

her eyes are absolutely huge and you can see the blush creeping up and across her face.

once you've explained it to her, she'll (very poorly) retain that attitude with a little "oh." she doesn't want to admit that she liked how soft you felt.

nonetheless, eventually she will cave. unlike di roy's shy request for more, she will demand it out of you; arms crossed and lips pressed into a pout. however a kiss will wipe that pout right away and you'll get a smile from her. especially if you start kissing her face in rapid succession.

"okay! enough, enough!"

while she giggles and holds onto your arms.

those kisses will bring her out of a foul mood near immediately; any stressor long forgotten.

she's an absolute sucker for you.

Franceska Mila Rose

quite like sung-sun, she finds it very cute.

she can tell just from how you're acting that it means a lot to you, whatever it was.

she doesn't overreact or anything of the sort, but if you were to look at her ears, you'd see the tip of them turn red. plus, she smiles so sweetly at you for it that it makes it well worthwile.

she'll ask you to teach her how so she can reciprocate your affections.

she's one to kiss you randomly no matter who is around and looking, too. she doesn't care if someone sees or points it out. what's wrong with her loving on her partner?

she loves when you kiss other parts of her, too. she's very proud of all the muscle she's built herself to have, so when you press feather-light kisses to her arms, she can't help but to puff her chest out in pride.

she's pretty touchy in general. she always has one arm slung around you, whether it's your waist or your shoulders. kisses just add more onto that. she wants you to feel loved and appreciated in the same way that you make her feel.

Szayelaporro Granz

to say he's interested is an understatement.

congratulations, you've just unlocked yourself hours of explaining physical affection to him; the whys, hows and what ifs.

he wants to know any and everything about it. and then he wants you to teach him how to do it. all the ways to do it.

he tries anything he can think of to see how you'll react. you're going to have to tell him that he cannot just shove his tongue into a kiss immediately. teach that man some sense of humility, for the love of all things holy.

he feels like he's won a prize whenever he figures out something new that flusters you. he likes it best when he can pull you close to him (in his lap preferably) and run his fingers under your chin, so you have to tilt your head to meet his eyes. he'll tease you immensely for all of it.

he'll treat it like an experiment sometimes, but other times you can just tell that he wants to get a rise out of you. if you look deep enough into his expression and intent, you'll find that he likes the kisses just as much as you do in a more affectionate way than his teases.

how absolutely precious of you to want to touch him so.