#[ nnoitra pLS ]

[despairforme]

WHO ALLOWED THIS---

[gildinbainas]

He had accepted being ignored on several occasions by now. He'd call that being patient. The intention behind the cold shoulder he was being given was obvious. Thranduil wanted him to leave him alone. Too bad Nnoitra saw it as a challenge. This time, he wasn't going to accept not being acknowledged. He would approach the elf's back, until he was standing so close that his boots almost touched the back of the other's shoes. "How long ya gonna keep ignorin' me, huh?"

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @despairforme

Never   did   he   imagine   that   a   dare   turned   one   night   stand   would   turn   into   this   insufferable   game   of   cat   and   mouse.   And   normally   he   very   much   liked   the   idea   of   being   the   'cat'   in   a   mouse   hunt.   As   king,   nothing   thrilled   him   more   than   patiently   waiting   for   an   opportunity   to   eliminate   those   who   opposed   him.   He'd   allow   others   to   believe   that   he   was   'giving   chase'   when   in   reality   it   was   but   an   elaborate   set   up   for   the   kill   so   to   speak.

But   this   was   a   situation   that   he   was   not   quite   accustomed   to   and   truth   be   told,   it   unsettled   him   quite   a   bit.   Being   the   'mouse'   this   time   around   was   not   a   role   he   would   have   willingly   signed   up   for   yet   he   couldn't   help   but   feel   that   was   the   dynamic   between   himself   and   that   pesky   arrancar.

And   Thranduil   had   done   well   to   ignore   this   pest   for   several   weeks   now   despite   the   fact   that   he   kept   making   his   presence   known.   The   Elvenking   carried   on   with   his   day   to   day   never   once   acknowledging   a   guest   who   had   long   overstayed   his   welcome.   Even   so,   Thranduil   was   content   to   carry   on   for   as   long   as   it   took   for   Nnoitra   to   get   the   hint   except   it   would   seem   the   other   male   wasn't   getting   the   hint   at   all.   Either   that,   or   he   simply   did   not   care   that   Thranduil   had   no   use   for   his   presence.   It   had   the   Elvenking   nearly   losing   his   signature   stoic   expression   as   he   felt   the   other   looming   over   him   from   behind.

While   Nnoitra   wasn't   touching   him   per   se,   there   was   still   an   aura   about   the   Arrancar   that   made   the   hairs   stand   on   Thranduil's   neck.   Such   a   weird   spiritual   pressure   that   made   him   uneasy   if   he   allowed   himself   to   attune   to   it   too   much.   It   was   enough   to   make   Thranduil   finally   turn   and   face   him,   too   distrusting   of   the   other   to   keep   his   back   to   him   for   long.   He's   silent   for   a   long   time   as   cool,   grey   eyes   glare   daggers   at   him.   The   space   between   them   was   uncomfortably   close,   but   it   went   ignored   in   favor   of   giving   him   an   answer.

"As   long   as   it   takes   for   the   message   to   sink   in.   And   elves   live   rather   long   lives   too   so   I'm   afraid   I   can   keep   this   up   for   centuries   if   need   be."

[despairforme]

' Understood ', he said, and yet - he was trying to keep his composure. Maybe it was a trait so heavily engraved into him that Nnoitra would have to force it out completely. A challenge he'd take on. Might as well. Usually, he truly did not care about how his partner felt. Today was an exception. He couldn't help but find it satisfying to see how he could make Tesla feel. His loyal Fraccion whining in pleasure. For all the bad treatment he had received from Nnoitra's side, he kinda... Deserved to feel good, didn't he? At least today, on his birthday.

Oh. He was becoming bolder. ❝ Hah, tellin' me what 'ta do now too, huh? Who 'da fuck said ya could order me 'round? ❞ His voice was sharp, but he really was just joking. If there was anything threatening in his tone, it was contradicted by his actions. He didn't understand how the fuck any of this could feel GOOD for Tesla. Still, he did as he asked of him. His sharp fingers curled and he made the movements of his hand longer. Tesla wanted him to touch a specific spot inside him? He would use the other's voice and body language as guidance to know when he found it, and once he did? He would not stop.

Being a bit of a masochist, Tesla likely wasn't the best measure for how much pain was actually involved in this, at worst, it caused some discomfort, though nothing he couldn't handle. Pushed deeper still, with a third finger joining the others, opening him further, Tesla focuses on breathing as Nnoitra works him open, relaxing around his fingers, his own fingers curling into the sheets.

He bites his lip, perhaps contemplating some excuse, some reason he feels he should keep quiet; that they're embarrassing, the noises he knows Nnoitra's never heard from him. It's a moot point, because shortly after that command is given, those strong digits thrust sharply into him, breath catching in his throat with a strangled moan.

Tesla shudders in excitement at that last comment, back arching when Nnoitra pushes his digits in as far as they can go, "A-ahh... U-understood, Lord-- nghh...!" hole stretched and full of fingers, it's difficult for Nnoitra not to finally brush up against Tesla's prostate when he reinserts his fingers, prompting an involuntary buck of his hips, head turning to the side as a drawn out whine leaves his throat. He tries to regain his composure, one hand leaving the sheets to touch the wrist of Nnoitra's left hand on the bed.

"Th...there... hook your fingers a bit and rub there while you move your hand...please..."

[odyysee]

Nnoinell school au✨️

Nnoitora's slippers and Nelliel’s gaiters are my fav details (pls be canon))

Bonus

Nelliel don't like when Nnoitra smoking

[arrancxr]

Can you write something about Nnoritra letting his s/o braid his hair? Pls :)

You really weren't expecting Nnoitra to let this happen.

And yet, your hands are in his hair, separating the inky black into parts to be braided together with no more complaint from him than a bit of grumbling that this is stupid.

Despite the general lack of reaction, you don't miss the slight flinch every time your hand gets too close to one side of his face, or how his shoulders go a little less tense under the continued touch. It must feel nice— a rare thing, for Nnoitra.

"Your hair is so pretty..." you mumble idly as you start to twist the sections together in a loose, even braid.

"And you're an idiot. There's nothin' pretty about me," is the complaint that follows. The irritation in his tone is half-hearted at best, though, more defensive than actually annoyed.

You keep working. Nnoitra doesn't complain again.

It has to feel strange to be fussed over like this. Hopefully, not in a bad way. And the braid looks awfully nice already. "This'll keep your hair out of your face while you fight, at least," you tell him.

Nnoitra doesn't protest that part. He just lets you keep working with nothing more than a quiet huff in response.

[my0vershareworld]

..𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕚..

Pairing: the Espadas x G/N Soul Reaper reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Romantic

CW: by the espadas i mean. all of them. so perhaps expect some weirdness from them.

A/N: this took me like a day or 2 pls reblog plslspllpslpslp

Coyote Starrk

he never really cared if his lover is a human, arrancar hell a soul reaper. he just wanted someone beside him and loved him. and there you are.

at first he probably quite not so trusting towards you since soul reapers tends to kill arrancars, more specifically Espadas like him.

when he live with you longer he started to get more comfortable and safer around you

he will sleep with you a lot since he love sleeping..specifically with someone he feel safe with like you.

he probably will never tell any of his fellow Espadas 'friends' about you since he's afraid of losing you.

he loves you a lot. you're the one who he feel safe enough to fall asleep in. you're the one who make his loneliness goes away.

Baraggan Louisenbairn

he don't even know how he fall in love with you. but a king can't live without his queen..so you were needed. don't know and don't care that you're a soul reaper.

he can be quite full of pride and egotistical.

he refers to you by his name unlike the others, he called them ants.

he sees you as higher than the others Shinigamis and Arrancars so he didn't call you as ant.

he always let you sit on his lap whenever he get the chance to considering you are quite smaller than him.

he loves you he honestly do. he just never admit it since as his years of being as the king of Hueco Mundo he have never felt love, specifically to a soul reaper like you.

Tier Harribel

she have never felt the feeling like this before. she never minded you being a soul reaper ever before.

if you cross her line she will be angry..very angry.

but other than that she's very very loyal. she will stay by your side and will never leave you.

she have the most normal mindset from the whole espada

you mean everything to her so please don't betray her.

she loves you she always and will forever do. you mean everything to her.

she don't think she can and will ever stand losing you ever.

Ulquiorra Cifer

he's always quite numb and clueless to everything. so he never knew what is love. but he realize it quite fast since he's smart in his own way.

he don't really know how to approach you or even if he should. but he ended up did anyways.

and here he is. with his soul reaper S/O.

he's quite cold and straightforward. he will tells you whatever on his mind and whatever he thinks of what you do or what you did.

whenever you try and scare him you never succeed as he already quite emotionless and calm.

he can be quite demanding towards you since he can get annoyed if you didn't wanted to do something that you are SUPPOSED to do.

overall he loves you though. he just blunt and emotionless.

Nnoitra Gilga

he hates you.

you mean nothing to him.

that's what he told himself to convince himself that he does not like a soul reaper.

and here he is. with his soul reaper s/o.

he HATES how soft and vulnerable he felt when he's around you. nope not at all. he hated feeling like this. but he can't help it when you're being so sweet and kind to him. even though you are a soul reaper who are supposed to kill him.

he often insults you but he never really means it. sometimes he do but mostly he don't.

he knows damn well he loves you but he act like he fucking hates you with his whole heart (but is easy to spot him when he's lying)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

he's very aggressively and violent when he fount out he actually in love with a soul reaper like you. but can he stop it? no.

he wasn't so sure why a soul reaper like him too since..you're a soul reaper, he's an arrancar, you guys are enemy by nature. but hey it couldn't hurt a soul if he's dating a soul reaper! plus there's no law for soul reapers to not get with an arrancar or their enemy by nature.

he probably think you don't like him truly and only doing this so you can take advantage of him and killed him in the end.

but the safeness and softness he felt around you make those feelings be at ease.

he loves you. he always deny it when he's not around you and convince himself you don't truly like him. but he loves you still.

Zommari Rureaux

you like justice? same.

are we enemy by nature? yes.

do he love a soul reaper? yes.

he minds a lot about you being a soul reaper. at first he HATES you to death because he already quite..not good with soul reapers. he saw them as arrogant being in disdain for slaughtering Hollows because of their nature to devour Humans.

but later on he realize you are..not like them.

he'll always treat you as equal. no being lower or higher than him. he treated you like..normal.

he loves you. he was never sure why he get with a soul reaper. but honestly..he feel better this way.

Szayelaporro Granz

he hates you. he hates soul reaper. but YOU- why are YOU SO SWEET AND KIND AND SOFT TO HIM- he feel like he don't deserves this but at the same time.

you know damn well he's highly narcissistic. he will brush the thoughts away.

he will mostly talk about himself. but he won't mind if you wanted to change the subject. just don't interrupt him and say it straightforward that you don't want to talk about this subject.

he love making lewd, disturbing comments about you. but sometimes it really just out of curiosity about the Soul reaper body. he have never have a body so close to him.

he wanted to learn more about you. both physically and mentally.

he half sees you as a research material but he loves you still. you means everything to him (both for research and romantically)

Aaroniero Arruruerie

he don't care you're a soul reaper. you're sweet and kind and soft to him.

he still hates how weak and vulnerable you make him feel. but he can't help it when you're the only one who would be this close to him.

it took him quite some times to get closer to you and close enough for you to can ask if you can see the real him.

he did show it. he was scared you will leave him. he was genuinely terrified.

but you ended up loving him still.

he's always insecure about himself and scared one day you will leave him. but every time he sees you he always have that thoughts fade away from his mind. all he ever wanted is you.

Yammy Llargo

he's dense as hell. at first he don't even realize he likes you. HE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY HE FEEL SOFT WHENEVER YOU ARE AROUND.

don't even know how he ended up with a soul reaper.

his fellow espadas will hate him for this. he just knows it. so he will keep you as a secret that nobody will know of. so nobody can hurt you.

he don't even know why you like him. he's big scary looking man. why do you like him. what's special about him.

but honestly he could careless. he's with you. and no one knows if this relationship. he's happy about this. and there's nothing to worry about. he will protect you..always. nothing will ever hurt you when you are on his sight.

[despairforme]

Somehow, she ended up being very strict with him. This came as a big surprise, seeing as she was always so gentle and soft spoken. She stated firmly that he was not an idiot and that nobody should've called him that in the first place. This didn't make sense to him. Sure, he didn't LIKE being called, or treated like he was stupid, but there was no getting around the fact that he truly was an idiot. If she didn't see him as one then she was simply wrong. She had arguments about it too. Like knowing certain things did not make you smart, and not knowing stuff did not make you an idiot, or lesser than others. Mah, it was partly true, but at the same time... There was such a thing as basic knowledge, yeah? Nnoitra was bad at reading, bad at maths, bad at understanding how things worked, bad at reading social cues, bad at... Pretty much everything apart from fighting and directions. The gap between him and the average person couldn't be closed simply by him learning more to gain a better understanding. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't understand things. He remembered that very well from high school. No matter how hard he tried, reading never became easier. Adelha clearly didn't know what she was talking about. That wasn't because she was stupid though - it was because she couldn't relate to him.

❝ Ya don't need 'ta make such a big deal outt'a it. ❞ Nnoitra said, calmly. Why did it matter to HER if people saw him as an idiot? Nnoitra didn't understand her at all.

❝ Some people are just born dumb. I was born 'ta be stupid 'n strong, 'n 'daz a good trade 'fer me. I'd rather be a fuckin' idiot than be a weak ass brainy bitch. ❞ He would not trade his strength for anything in the world. ❝ Ain't like nobody convinced me. 'S just my life experience. How everyone treats me, all'a 'da mistakes I make, not understandin' what people mean when they trynna' tell me somethin', bein' shit at readin', failin' shit at school... ❞ He listed things that had made him realize how stupid he was. ❝ Maybe ya think everyone 's equal, but that shit just ain't true. ❞ Some were dumb, and some were smart. And some were weak, and some - like Nnoitra - were strong. That was just life.

Adelha keeps her full attention to Nnoitra as he talks with her. A huff of a laugh escaping at his comment about cats having to be cute. But his words on being an idiot have her frown vehemently. A kind of quiet settling over her as she takes a bite out of her sandwich. But she soon shakes her head to look up at Nnoitra and not break eye contact when she speaks to him. “I am also going to be the first person to openly say you are not an idiot. High school drop out or no. I do not see you as an idiot, Nnoitra. No one should have ever said that you are and I would openly lecture them if they did so in my earshot.”

Wesson gives a woof as if to agree with Adelha. The lady turning so she can better face Nnoitra. “It may be that some people know more about certain things than you. There are lots of people that know more about city life and computers than I will ever know. But that does not make either of us dumb or stupid. We just need to learn more about certain things to get a better understanding. Just because I know more about flowers and plants does not mean I am smarter than you, Nnoitra. Nor does you knowing more about where things are in this city make me lesser than you. We’re just different. So please do not think of yourself as an idiot in front of me, Nnoitra. because I will not believe such.”

Adelha has a bite of her sandwich to then sigh. “Whoever convinced you of such a horrible thing needs a good stern talking to. If not a smack over the head with a broom. If I ever meet them, I plan to do both and a few more things. Yes. You may picture me chasing them around a room with a broom if it helps. I’ve done that to my cousins when they decided to explode firecrackers in my kitchen pots or when they thought sledding off the roof was a good idea.”

[arrancarscenarios]

Any Nnoitra fluff..? Please..?🥺💛

HI, I’M SOBBING... I love this man so much.............

When you come into Nnoitra’s room to lie down with him, it’s late.

You had some things to do, work or errands that kept you away until now. It’s nearly midnight in the human world, and although you know by now that Hollows don’t need nearly as much sleep as humans, your so-called boyfriend is already passed out among the blankets on his floor. (Those things are all soaked in a mix of your scent and his, which is a weird point of pride for you.)

Any of your things are set in their usual places, and you know you need to carefully wake him up before you slip in beside him. If you do and he wakes up to find somebody suddenly next to him… well. It hasn’t boded well in the past, so you’ve learned how to avoid surprising him like that. So you peel back part of the blankets that seem like they’re on top before easing yourself under them.

Then, you reach over to put a hand on his shoulder. You need to bring him out of sleep gradually so as not to jar him. Just awake enough to let him know that you’re here, that if he wakes up with a warm body next to him, it’s you, but not awake enough that he can’t get back to sleep shortly after.

Before you get too far, a groan slips past his lips. “F’ck…” You’d noticed that you could hear his breathing as you came in; now, this close, it becomes apparent that it’s actually panting.

Despite the fact that there are no actual tears, Nnoitra is breathing as if he’s crying.

“(Name),” you manage to make out in between all his other muttering. “(Name), please… need you… I need… need you… where… c’mon… where ‘re you… (Name)…”

The way he’s saying your name, begging for you to just be with him, is — shocking. It’s something you’ve never even remotely heard from him. That’s not Nnoitra. Nnoitra is not soft or pathetic enough to say that he needs you or to call for you in the middle of the night. He must be having some awful nightmare, something that’s made him vulnerable enough that crying for you is the least humiliating option.

What could possibly be going on inside that head of his? Your poor boyfriend. You wonder, you hope, that when you wake him up from this, he won’t be embarrassed to the point that he’ll send you away tonight. No matter how much he might fight it, you know he needs to have you close. Even when he’s feeling weak. Especially when he’s feeling weak.

You move your hand up from his shoulder into his hair. It’s all tangled around him, so long you’re surprised he doesn’t get lost in it, and you slowly start to comb your fingers through the copious black strands. “Nnoitra,” you hum softly. “Hey, honey. It’s me.”

Your touch and voice seems to bring on another round of distress. What sounds like a choked-off sob leaves him, along with a desperate whimper that breaks your heart. “(Name)… fuck, fuck… please… (Name)… (Name), where you’re at…? (Name)… (Name)…”

“Nnoitra, shhh, shh. Hey, wake up, babe.” You keep your voice quiet, not wanting to startle him, but wanting him to come out of this dream that’s torturing him so badly.

It takes a moment, then suddenly his eye snaps open. He’s not really focusing, still sort of back in the dream even though he’s awake, and he immediately scrambles in an attempt to get the blankets off. “(Name)! Th’ fuck?! Where the fuck are y—?!”

Your hands quickly run through his hair again, segueing to rest on his cheeks. “Hey, hey, hey. Nnoitra. I’m here. I’m right here. Everything’s okay. It’s me.”

“The… the fuck…” You can tell his mind is still thinking about whatever was going on in his nightmare. Probably wondering what’s real and what’s not, maybe thinking that you speaking to him now is a dream. “… Dammit…”

“Shhhhh. It’s okay. Everything’s okay, hon.” You draw him closer to you, and he must still be half-asleep, because he lets you. He doesn’t return the gesture aside from vaguely leaning in, but he doesn’t actively push you away or pull back. “You were dreaming. I don’t know what was happening, but you kept saying my name.”

You’re almost certain you’ll never get him to tell you what was going on in the dream. It doesn’t really matter, not as much as the fact that he lays his head against your chest. You know why; your heartbeat. When he’s too tired to care what the hell you think of him being so ‘tame’, he practically invades your space and pushes himself right up against your heartbeat.

By this point, you understand the significance of that sound for Hollows. Even so, Nnoitra never says anything about it. He just does it. And usually if you say anything at all about it, he pushes away. That’s just how he is.

This time, when you press his head in, gently, and murmur, “Just listen to my heartbeat,” he doesn’t move. He just stays there, his eye squeezed shut, holding himself so tightly wound that he’s trembling from the effort of keeping his muscles so tense. He’s still breathing harshly, too, like he can’t relax.

Then again, you don’t think he’s ever really relaxed in the time you’ve known him. He’s not even all that calm when he’s asleep. But this is… a little different. Like he’s really disturbed just by the fact that, whatever happened in his dream, you weren’t there when he was calling for you.

“Try to slow down your breathing,” you murmur against the top of his head. Here in your arms, lying on your chest, he seems so small instead of being the intimidating force that always towers over you. He’s curling up, as if he’s trying to make himself seem smaller, which is so incredibly not Nnoitra Gilga that you think it must be some kind of Hollow instinct or something. “Everything’s okay, Nnoitra. I’m here. You’re safe.”

That appears to be the magic phrase. Suddenly he shudders like something dying, and his gaze jerks up toward you. That eye is wide, with a swirl of unidentifiable emotions making a storm inside it. You see relief. You see rage. You see despair. Disbelief. Joy. Disgust. Confusion. There are things within that one single look that you know he can’t ever express in words, and you don’t fully comprehend everything.

It looks like he wants to cry. He’s still not totally lucid, but he’s aware enough for his mind to sort of process what you said, and the reminder that you’re here and he’s safe with you makes him look like he wants to cry.

He stares at you like that for a long moment, then, hesitantly, you run your hand through his hair again. And again. And again. “You’re safe,” you repeat, in almost a whisper this time. “You’re safe because I’m here. I love you. I’m here, and you’re safe. I’m here. It’s okay. You’re okay. Take a deep breath for me. Focus on my voice and my heartbeat. I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Slowly, he actually listens to you. In the most submissive gesture you’ve ever seen from him, he lowers himself back down to rest his head on your heartbeat. It takes a moment, but eventually, his breathing becomes even, nearly matching the pace of yours.

You don’t think he’s ever going to be completely at peace. At least for this moment, though, it seems like he’s able to accept the fact that he’s safe. That everything’s okay, even if it’s only okay until the morning.

You’ve closed your eyes, continuing to pet his hair, and you think he’s fallen asleep again when out of nowhere, he sucks in a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he mumbles with his face buried in your chest and your clothing bunched between his rail-thin fingers. “’m safe.”

[sasayakc]

     He’s on team Kuchiki for this one.

[torawro]

PLS OMG U BROKE YOUR ARM BC U SAW NNOITRA😭😭😭😭😭 he really gave you literal whiplash 💀💀💀 this is a reminder why i don’t even bother watching anything whenever i happen to step foot in a gym, and i def don’t watch anime in public bc i know i will embarrass myself LOL. it’s definitely how he’s built , he’s so tall and lean but still has muscle ( have you seen his ARMS???????? and ABS???? yea okay ) and that mouth that just talks too much shit in a poor effort to cover up any shred of humane emotion he has hidden </3 like babe you could make yourself more useful and put that tongue to work instead ! he just needs some pussy and he’ll calm down !

shinji and that tongue piercing……..lawd.

no way……you also think nnoitra is attractive??? bc i have some thoughts 👀👀 that man is a bastard with an awful personality but have mercy……

Sosa, baby, when this man first debuted in the show in 2007, and I remember the year BECAUSE I broke my arm tripping over a curling bench while watching his first episode he was in that year… it took me fucking milliseconds.

Sixteen years later!!! It’s the lank, the mouth, the shitty attitude, and the way he could break me in all the earthly and non-earthly ways that would have me thanking him for it from behind the padded walls of a psych cell….

Shit, between him and Shinji, I KNOW it has something to do with the teeth, too, no doubt about it.

[despairforme]

2200 orbs and still no nnoitra......

[gildinbainas]

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them . [for thran to see if he will run away <5]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @despairforme

He must have dozed off near the end of their rather vigorous session together, for upon coming to, a quick glance about the room had Thranduil sitting up rather quickly only to wince in pain. Elves usually healed rather quickly from any and all things, but there was a soreness that shot through the royal the likes he had never felt before. And so he sat there with eyes closed for a moment, hoping the discomfort would soon pass. He could not stomach the idea of being in an unfamiliar bed for much longer. He would hate for his Elvenguard to come looking for him, not to mention he wasn't keen on making a habit of allowing himself these types of intimate sleepovers. It was unheard of; beneath him in every sense of the word. Not that his people would ask any questions should they happen upon such a rare scene, but it was the pride in him; a complex rooted deeply that would not allow one so vain as he to be found in a state of undress that did not highlight the power he wielded over his people.

With a soft sigh, Thranduil leaned back against the headboard, perhaps thinking he would rest a bit then slip away in an hour's time except the sudden, smiling presence of one he'd sooner forget drew his attention. His temporary lover was keeping his distance, but the shit-eating grin on his face was more than enough motivation to make the elf push through the pain and dress himself. Scrambling from the bed and wincing at times, Thranduil crossed the room to snatch up his gown. Dressing before watchful gazes was something he was rather accustomed to given his own servants, but he still dressed in haste not bothering to give Nnoitra so much as a glance goodbye.

With his head held high, the elf headed towards the door, pushing past the looming figure of the Espada. It's only a half second later that he finds himself trapped between slender arms, the suddenness by which the Esapada moved serving only to remind the elf just how dangerous Nnoitra truly were. Thranduil of course, did not let fear show behind those icy grey eyes. They literally just fucked some hours ago ( his perception of time was lost from the impromptu nap ) so he rather hoped this wasn't some ruse of the monster to renig on their deal. Both sides were even now so if anything, this had better been some ghastly attempt at asking for seconds ( which was NEVER going to happen ).

And so he stared up at the figure, back pressed firmly against the wall in a futile attempt to put distance between them. Before the elf could hope to open his mouth and let slip some sarcastic remark that was certain to earn him a cheeky grin, there was yet an attempt at a real kiss from Nnoitra --- a shocking thing if there ever was one. The Elvenking was not a fan of kisses. Or rather, kisses of the kind were reserved for actual companions. They were not to be taken lightly yet here was Nnoitra… taking it lightly. Enraged, the elf broke the kiss rather abruptly. He shot Nnoitra a most scathing look before breaking away from him. They were done here. As far as he was concerned, debts were paid and nothing of the like was ever going to happen again.

[himmlisch-moon-princess]

I constantly think of one thing, and it’s kissing Nnoitra’s cute lips

[despairforme]

While Adelha was putting down the bread rolls, Nnoitra was looking through the cupboards, trying to find a couple of clean bowls. He was not as bad at doing the dishes as he was at doing the laundry. He found one clean bowl and one semi-clean. He'd take the dirty one for himself since he honestly didn't care, but he supposed Adelha did. That was a girl thing, for sure. The bowls were placed down on the counter. Next, he had to find spoons.

❝ I ran outta my usual cologne, my bad. ❞ He'd run out sometime during the summer, and instead of buying a new one (the one he ran out of had been a gift), he'd just opted for deodorants instead. They were cheaper, though, he did miss the scent.

He turned to face her, temporarily giving up his search for spoons, when she called him a ' silly handsome boy '. He didn't like that. He didn't like being treated like he was a kid, or a dog. He was a grown ass man, and she better speak to him in a proper manner. When she reached out for the towel, he took a step away, now backed up against the counter. Her price for the stew and bread rolls? No, he didn't think so. It wasn't as if she'd up and leave with the food if he refused to have her dry his hair.

❝ Stop treatin' me like I'm a kid or a fuckin' pet. ❞ He told her, defensively crossing his arms over his chest. Maybe she was just being ' nice ' to him, but from his point of view, it came off as condescending. From childhood, he'd been used to people treating him like he was fucking useless and couldn't do anything for himself. That he'd never manage his own life. Hell, sometimes he felt that helpless as well, when depression really grabbed him. So he didn't NEED for someone to CONFIRM that by treating him like a kid. ❝ I don't need help with every single little fuckin' thing. I ain't three years old. ❞

Continuation of this visit with @despairforme here:

Wesson immediately went to the couch to hop up onto it and watch the two humans with that tail just wagging away. Adelha openly smiling when Nnoitra just heads right for the crock pot. Which contained beef stew with vegetables. The chunks of beef looking savory and well cooked as the steam rose into the air. So Adelha sets down the bread rolls for her to chuckle in amusement. "Why deny the truth when we both know it, Nnoitra. So yes. I am calling you moody and allergic to laundry. You may be the pristine of clean right now. But your clothes scream otherwise. Especially when the deodorant is your cologne."

Adelha pauses to then openly sigh. "You also still have damp hair. Silly handsome boy you are. It might help for you to actually wrap the towel around your hair and head. Like a turban style. It looks silly when I do it. But it is very effective to dry your hair and keep it out of your way."

With slow movements, Adelha gently reaches up to take the towel around Nnoitra's neck and set it atop his head. Her gloved hands oh so carefully massaging his scalp and hair to help get at the clinging moisture. Her smile beaming as she does so to tell him sweetly, "Think of this as my price for the stew and bread rolls. Even if it feels like you are a mighty tree and I'm a small puffy squirrel at the moment. Your hair is so luxurious, though. I may just try to find out your secrets to how you keep your hair so nice."

[strife-totsuka-dazai-orihara]

Somebody DM me and scream into the void with me about Nnoi and NnoiTes ahsjsksk I’m writing something and I need other NnoiTes homies 🥺

[arrancxr]

You don't have to answer this if you don't want. But what is the Espada kinks if they have any?

For the most part, these are all written as (or with at least implications of) Reader being the dom.

. . .

Starrk

Somnophilia

Soft/loving sex

Grinding/dry humping

Cockwarming

Anything low-effort on his part

Halibel

Aftercare

Trust kink

Possessive sex

Bondage/restraints

Emotional intimacy as a whole

Ulquiorra

Overstimulation

Sensory play

Size kink

Biting/marking

When he has an excuse to "want" it

Nnoitra

Size kink

Painplay (...unhealthily so)

Breathplay

Bondage/restraints

Just make him stop thinking pls

Grimmjow

Rough sex

Painplay

Scent kink

Biting/Marking

Dacryphilia

Szayel

Medical kink

Body modification

Semi-exhibitionism

Consensual non-consent

Aphrodisiacs/drugged sex

Aaroniero

Praise kink

Overstimulation

Mirror sex

Fear play/prey kink

Anything where he feels wanted