#[ nnoitra: stop ]

[thechaosdragoness]

Me slowly accepting that I like Nnoitra and his character arc:

[tozettastone]

i was in the tags this morning stumbling over hilariously ooc reader × character fic. i do know that it's a sort of stereotypical female power fantasy to hitch a violent serial killer to the soft leash of romantic affection. i am. aware.

but i want you to know, from the bottom of my heart: on my blog, the only time nnoitra gilga has ever made a woman orgasm is the one time nelliel lost her temper and crushed his dick under her giant centaur hooves. she got off condescendingly explaining to him that it was for his own good. and she felt really, really bad about herself after. which is frankly how everyone feels after sex with nnoitra, if they have any self respect (tesla therefore excluded).

thanks.

[turnbackthependulum]

Halibel: *sends something to the group chat at 3 AM*

Starrk: *replies 30 seconds later*

Szayel: WOW why are you still up at this hour, Starrk? Like isn't it EXTREMELY late for you to be awake..?

Nnoitra: Ya need yer required 8 hours of sleep, Starrk, 'cuz it's the body's "best safety mechanism" innit?

Grimmjow: Yea, you need that 8 hours of sleep to relax and ignore the existence of your sins and failures as they endlessly loom over you, otherwise you won't be "powerful on a whole other level", right?

[despairforme]

Struggles here, struggles there, struggles are everywhere.

[gauchestardust]

*holds him down in a mating press*

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[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 29- Grimmjow x Reader: 7 Min in Heaven

Summary: You decided to join your college classmates in a mid-term party and end up playing a game of 7 min in heaven...with you crush.

Warning: MINORS DNI, some smut, fingerings, groping

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The moment you arrived at the party, you felt the instant regret.

You had already thought it was strange for your friend Harribel to invite you to one of these parties. The Espada gang were known as rebels on the college campus. You knew Harribel from study group, and you sadly came to know the others.

"You could have said no," Harribel muttered to you as she welcomed you inside. You could feel a cold sweat down your neck,

"How could I? This is the first time I'm uh-" You tensed up as the other Espada were chugging drinks, "I've been invited to one of these."

"I'd rather keep you away from these pests."

"Hm?"

You were confused. Wasn't Harribel the one who invited you here? Right as you were going to ask her, a familiar man approached you.

"Surprised ya came," Grimmjow grumbled.

Your cheeks flushed as you tried to respond to the crude man. Grimmjow had, like most girls, stolen your heart. The blue haired Espada had a unique charm under his rude attitude. Harribel had warned you about him, but it was hard to take in her warnings.

"C'mon, we're bout to play a game." Grimmjow grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards the center of the room.

"Haha! Go into the closet you two!" Nnoitra snickered towards two others, whom weren't Esapada.

"Huh? What game is this?" You questioned then saw the bottle, "W-Wait, I'm not sure-"

"It'll be fine," Grimmjow grumbled as he sat you down. Harribel was close by, being your guardian.

You were nervous as you watched the bottle spin. You had just arrived and were definitely not drunk enough for this. Plus, you did not know a lot of these people. You had only seen them in passing and it was awkward already with you there.

You held your breathe as the bottle landed on you. Of course. What were the odds of this happening. Watching the bottle spin again, you felt nervous. Which one of these people were you going to be stuck in an awkward situation with?

"Tch, lucky bastard," Nnoitra grumbled as the bottle landed on Grimmjow, "To the closet!"

Your heart could not stop racing as you were pulled into the closet by Grimmjow. You could hear Harribel complaining, but the door was already closed and you were right against Grimmjow's chest.

"Glad ya came," Grimmjow whispered, his hands sliding up your body, stopping against your cheeks, "Ya can push me away any time."

You nearly shuddered as you left Grimmjow's lips against yours. His soft whisper sounding almost nothing like him, but still as sexy. Closing your eyes, you melted into the kiss. His lips warm against yours as his tongue started to slide against your lips.

You were hesitant. After all, this man was your crush and he had just started kissing you without a first date. Despite your reasoning, you parted your lips and allowed Grimmjow access.

His tongue abruptly entered your mouth, exploring every inch. You gripped onto his shirt as Grimmjow pinned you against the wall. His hands gripping your waist as he stole every whimper and whine you tried to make.

Every now and then, Grimmjow would give you a moment to breathe before capturing your lips in another devouring kiss. You were starting to get light headed as he kept going. The more he kissed you, the more you felt fuzzy.

Grimmjow's hands roamed up from your waist to your chest. He slid under your shirt and started to grope your breasts, giving them a good feel. You wanted to whine, but you were starting to feel good.

"I'm gonna keep this," Grimmjow whispered as he undid your bra and stuff it into his pocket.

Men and their pockets. Lucky bastards.

Right as you were going to complain, Grimmjow kissed you again. This time, his hands were playing with your bare breasts, pinching your nipples and massaging them.

Your body started to feel fuzzy as you grew hot. Your panties were getting wet as you started to imagine how much more Grimmjow would do to you. His hands being so rough against your breasts while he ravished your mouth.

Breaking the kiss, you gasped for air before Grimmjow attacked your neck. He licked, nibbled and sucked against your neck, hunting for a sweet spot. You made a sharp gasp once he found it, causing you to get wetter.

As Grimmjow sucked against that spot, you covered your mouth, trying to keep quiet. Grimmjow took the opportunity to slide one hand down your pants. Yours eyes widen as you arched forward slightly as his fingers rubbed against your clit.

"Mhm~!" You moaned quietly.

"Yer enjoyin' this too," Grimmjow smirked as he felt your body twitch against him, "Shame we only got a minute left,"

Realizing that time was almost up, you whined. You gripped onto Grimmjow as his fingers kept rubbing and pinching your clit while the other did the same to your nipple. You could feel your pussy crave to be filled.

"Grimmjow," You pleaded.

Like music to his ears, Grimmjow withdrew his hands, licking his fingers clean. You were panting softly, feeling unfulfilled as he stopped his advances.

"Don't worry yer lil head. I invited ya to this party, I'm gonna make sure ya have a good time."

Surprised, you wanted to ask him if this was his plan, but the door opened. There was a slight look of disappointment on the others faces, since it seemed like they wanted to catch you in the act. Grimmjow just smirked and grabbed your hand.

"We talked bout it, and this shit blows. We're gonna party elsewhere."

"Where?" Harribel questioned with a hiss. You felt your cheeks burn as you glanced at Grimmjow,

"My place,"

"Ya heard her, fuck off."

Shuddering at the thought, you followed Grimmjow as the two of you left the house.

"Grimmjow...Did you rig the bottle?" You finally asked. Grimmjow glanced towards you, smirking,

"How else was I supposed to make out with ya?"

"Asking?"

"Ha!" Grimmjow burst into a fit of laughter before picking you up, "Yer fuckin' cute. Glad to know that yer mine now."

And Grimmjow made sure to make every part of your body his.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

[brittscafe]

How they confess for : gin, shinji, uryu, yumichika , nnoitira abd ulquiorra (seperately ) plz

Fluff plz

Yes, of course!!! <3 <3

Gin:

He's very mysterious, even around you.

His use heavy use of sarcasm and mocking politeness makes it hard for you to tell just exactly how he feels.

Right before, Aizen's betrayal to the soul society...he pulls you aside.

His large hands come up to your face and cup your cheeks.

"Look at me, please." he demands, pulling your face towards his.

You gaze into his icy blue eyes full of sadness and regret.

You open your mouth to speak, but Gin eagerly presses his lips against yours.

His thumb brushes against your soft skin and his icy silver hair tickles your forehead.

Gin pulls away from you, wearing a warm smile on his face.

"I am truly sorry, Y/N," he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before disappearing.

Shinji:

He's such a tease.

Lingering touches and sarcastic comments whispered into your ear.

Hell, you're practically already dating, but one day Shinji will wrap his arm around your shoulder.

He'll pull you closer and lean his head down, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"You know...I like you, Y/N." he whisper with a seductive tone that makes your knees go weak.

Shinji steals a quick glance around, checking if there's anybody around.

He'll then dip his head and lock his lips with yours.

Uryu:

My poor man would be so flustered and stumbling over his words.

Uryu would meet up with after school and make sure it's just you two.

"I-I really like you!" he stutters out, squeezing his eyes shut.

He's honestly really scared to see how you react.

Uryu slowly flutters his eyes open as he hears your laughter ringing through his eardrums.

At first he's really confused as to why you're literally laughing his bright red face.

"I'm sorry for laughing, but that was really cute." you comment, before cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips on his.

Uryu's eyes widen and his heart pounds against his chest.

Yumichikia:

He's pretty confident in himself and his feelings.

Yumichikia makes you also feel confident, confident that you're beautiful and special to him.

You can feel his eyes burn a hole through you as he gazes at you with admiration and love.

Since Yumichikia is confident, he just goes right up to you after your soul reaper duties.

"You're beautiful, Y/N." he mumbles out, standing behind you.

You spin around and face him, a serious expression written across his face.

"What?" you stutter out as Yumichikia marches over towards you.

"You are absolutely stunning." he comments and a smile tugs on your face.

You grab onto the collar of his uniform and eagerly press a kiss to his soft, pink lips.

"I could say the exact same thing about you." you whisper against his lips.

Nnoitra:

Definitely a crude man, but he tones down his behavior around you...sometimes.

You're both on a mission, walking the deserted Hueco Mundo when his shoulder nudges yours.

"I'm not really sure why I like you." he comments, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

"Excuse me?" you scoff out, your eyes widening.

Nnoitra's eyes glue onto yours and he stops in his tracks, grabbing onto your arm.

He leans his head down until your lips are inches apart.

You can even feel his hot breath on your lips, causing them to tingle.

"I could kiss you. Would you like that?" he whispers, his lips lingering over yours.

Your stomach twists into uneasy knots and your eyes flicker up to his.

Nnoitra towers over you and you slowly bob your head.

Although, you squeeze your eyes shut and wait for Nnoitra to press his lips on yours.

"Not yet." he whispers into your ear.

Ulquiorra:

Honestly, he had to question himself for a very long time.

He has a hard time understanding feelings and had to ask a few other arrancars.

"I feel something for you." are the words that leave his lips.

You kind of just stand there, taking it all in.

You didn't know that Ulquiorra could feel anything...especially for you.

"I feeling something for you, too." you assure him, but Ulquiorra doesn't really know what that means.

You both stand in the defining silence until you step forward.

You grab onto his sleeve and press your lips to his cheek.

Ulquiorra's stomach starts to flip and for the first time, he can feel his heart thud against his chest.

"Do it again."

[wulvercazz]

🎃Halloween Town, Act 16: Ties and Promises🦋

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Tags: Glove Kink, Bondage Extra Tags: Cock Cage, Intimidation

Ichigo learned, after his son's (fuck, his son- he's still having a hard time wrapping his head around that one... despite how much the little kiddo looks like him) rather distressing birth, about not only Nnoitra's disturbance on his way to the castle, but also Ulquiorra's bat nose sniffing about what would later be Grimmjow and his kid's temporary bedroom. He didn't have much time to process any of it, not the birth, or the fact that he was now a father, or Grimmjow's weakend state (given that his body was definitely not made to birth an actual child, magick uterus or not), or even how Grimm had called the little bundle 'our baby'  before he fell into well deserved slumber, or all the thoughts that entailed; but one thing that was sure to him was how enraged Aizen would be. He's dealt with him before, the man has a grudge, an obsession with his family. For this to happen would only set on fire the begrudging peace both sides had quitely held onto this past years; and he's realized recently that's something he's just not willing to lose. Aizen tried, quite directly, aggressively, to enter the castle. He wouldn't believe it true if only he hadn't realized how much this meant to the moth those first few days after the birth. The rage, the violent outbursts; the way Aizen called out Ichigo in front of the town for 'taking away what was rightfully his', putting the end of his species on his shoulders. Ichigo can't say the look in his dark eyes didn't shake him to his core. Family has always been a sore subject for him, but for that very reason, Ichigo simply couldn't overlook the way Aizen had used the witch. Much less could he forgive the ease with which the man would've slain his child hadn't he been stopped; despite how the child's very existence had only been possible due to him. Ichigo could be merciful, but if losing an entire bloodline of ancient creatures meant his newfound family would be safe... he'd end it himself.

[despairforme]

How stoic he was. Tense and stoic. Perfect attributes to break. When Nnoitra turned him around, he appeared unfazed. Nnoitra wondered if he would've worn the same expression if he had just bent him over and fucked him straight away. That was something he could've done - easily. He probably would've, if it hadn't gone against his not-so-solid ' plan '. The cold, disinterested expression of the elf broke for a moment, and surprise was portrayed. FINALLY the other was doing something, instead of acting like a statue. He lifted his hands to Nnoitra's chest. The touch was cold to him, since his iron skin was always warm - suppressing massive amounts of reiatsu would do that to you. Nnoitra was glad to find Thranduil not acting like a doll. So he COULD move on his own, huh?

That was confirmed when the elf sharpened his fingertips and scraped his nails down his chest. Nnoitra's lips parted to let big, white teeth show. That's more like it. Of course, there was NO marks left. Not a reddening of his skin. Nothing. Thranduil could've done the same with the sharpest of blades, and the result would've been the same. The surprised look on the other's face was incredibly satisfying to Nnoitra.

❝ If I tried returnin' that, I'd tear yer chest open. ❞ He placed a hand on the other's throat now, the touch still light. His index finger under his chin, keeping him from looking away, forcing him to looking up at his towering frame. ❝ Didn't think ya'd be this shy. Want me 'ta do ALL'A 'da work, huh? ❞ If Thranduil just wanted to lay there and take it like a real fuck-toy, then that was his choice. Nnoitra preferred for his MALE partners to have a little bit more... Life in them. If he'd wanted someone to just lay there, he would've picked a female.

❝ If yer trynna' make me lose interest that ain't gonna happen. ❞ It was a tactic that had been used against him before, when someone just wanted him to leave them alone, they would try to not give him any reactions, hoping that that would bore him. It didn't work, because it only made him more determined to break them. Nnoitra was not an impatient guy ( except for when he was really aroused ). Sure, he was an alpha and always ready to fuck, but it would take more than this to turn him on properly ( and his brain off, more or less ). He pushed his hand up further ( the touch was still light, he was being careful ). The only physical difference between Thranduil and a human was the ears. Nnoitra was touching one now. Why were they so long and pointy? FUCK her really smelled so good. Standing so close to him and breathing in his scent was making Nnoitra hungry. He was not one to deny himself anything, so he was leaning down again now, his teeth close to the other's neck. He WANTED A TASTE, but he knew he couldn't bite him without injuring him. He dipped his tongue out instead, where his rank was tattooed in a large, Gothic ' 5 '. His mouth had already been watering over so the trail that was left behind was wet. He somehow tasted even better than he smelled. Was it the immortality? Or was it just the softness of his skin? ❝ Why ya taste this good, hm? ❞ Once again, he touched his neck, this time only to let his fingers sort of wipe away the saliva he'd left on him. In the end both his hands ended up on the elf's hips. He was eager to fuck him now.

Up until now, it hadn't really occured to Thranduil just how much his life might be in danger. Granted he was a formidable warrior --- even more so than his own son. However, weapons were rarely kept upon his own form for a casual sunday afternoon. He had his Elvenguard while his own homeland was in the midst of a sort of peace. Few would dare tangle with an elf as old as he yet he couldn't have been more vulnerable if he tried. Stripped bare of everything, THIS was the most vulnerable he had allowed himself to be since the death of his wife. No one got to see him like this; never had one lain eyes upon him minus a set of swords within arm's reach. This was, for lack of a better phrasing, insanity on his part. Surely he was tempting his own fate by honoring some ridiculous wager, but he swallowed the sentiment; swallowed the reasoning lest he hate himself fully come morning. Instead, he focused on the fact that this likely wouldn't take long. This hollow likely just wanted to get off and be gone. If that was the case, then he'd be in his private quarters within the hour having a much needed rest. Until then however…

The silence was…unsettling to say the least. Nnoitra took his time taking in his scent as if he was about to enjoy quite the meal soon. That did little to convince Thranduil to relax and so his muscles remained tense as hands lightly touched about his lower back. He would only relax /some/ when he received verbal confirmation that he wouldn't be eaten. Not that he trusted Nnoitra. He didn't know enough about him to fully trust him, but as the other said before, he needed to pretend. He needed to pretend this was normal if he hoped to get through this.

❝That is… good to know.❞

Thranduil remained still, allowing hands to explore more of his exposed skin. Nnoitra was surprisingly gentle in his study although Thranduil still couldn't help but feel his body was being studied for other reasons.

There was a break in the touching, but Thranduil could hear very well. It would seem his partner had decided to undress as well. Thran watched out the corner of his eye as Nnoitra placed his own jewelry upon the dresser with the Elvenking noting how heavy it sounded. When hands finally reached for his waist, he was surprised that Nnoitra wanted them to face each other. He supposed he had it in his mind that he'd simply be bent over and taken like an animal. He was prepared for it, but what he wasn't prepared for was the… odd sort of attentiveness? Or something?

Grey eyes looked upon Nnoitra warily, as if trying to discern what this was all about. His eyes studied the Hollow's expression for a long time, searching for telling signs of deception. Eventually his gaze would fall towards the bare skin laid out before him. Nnoitra's skin looked smooth --- smoother than anything he had ever seen before. He gives Nnoitra one last, lingering gaze just to be certain permission was granted. Thranduil was not afraid of him per se, but his aura was… well, rather intimidating. Still…

The elf reached out slowly placing palms flat upon Nnoitra's chest. His expression changed in a manner that actually showed some kind of feeling outside of the stoic mask he held until now. Thran seemed surprised and without much warning, his own sharp nails slowly raked down the Hollow's chest, wanting to test his words. Nothing. Not even a scratch was left upon iron skin. The realization had him looking back at Nnoitra completely at a lost for words. This was... new, and even if he wanted to kill him ( which for now, he didn't ), he wondered if a regular blade would even nick his flesh.

Dropping his hands, he looked back at him curiously. His natural instinct was telling him to lean forward an DO things; touch, lick, kiss --- the usual things that he might would be doing if his partner couldn't eat him, but that thought alone had him rooted in place as if waiting to see what he'd be allowed to get away with. This... did not come naturally to him; this level of submissiveness. In all honesty this was killing him and if Nnoitra didn't set the ground rules soon, well, Thran was liable to test his luck a bit. Even though he reluctant to do this at all, that hardly meant he wanted to be a statue all evening either.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Bleach is full of characters who cannot fucking stand people they ostensibly work alongside. In AEIWAM, who holds the deepest, most caustic grudge(s) in Hueco Mundo and/or Soul Society?

BOY FUCKIN' HOWDY there are some deeply caustic and fucked up relationships and I dumped battery acid on the existing ones, then made up more for AEIWAM. Pick Who you want to hear about first:

Yamamoto and his Ex-Wife (OC).

Yamamoto and every single major and minor noble house, the Shiba clan, the Urahara clan, the central 46, the Punishment squad, Every Single Provincial Governor, and One Monkey Specifically.

Mayuri in General but things are particularly fucked between him and Nemu, Jizo (his zanpaktou), Captain Unohana, Kon, Kisuke Urahara, and The Actual King Of Hell.

The mans done fuckt up.

Gin is another strong contender for Worst Coworker Of All Time, esp in regards to Matsumoto and Kira, but definitely his most bizarre relationships are with Aizen and Urahara.

Speaking of Urahara, the man is a magnet for Drama, and is currently on the Shit List of... yeah, it's actually shorter to list the people Kisuke has NOT seriously pissed off at this point.

As in, among his theoretical immediate coworkers, the only people without a *specific* axe to grind with him are Matsumoto and Zaraki, and that is soley because they have not had the opportunity to work with him directly.

Yet.

If you asked Urahara to name his greatest nemesis though, he'd probably pick Don Kanonji.

In a dark horse of Drama, Retsu Unohana has recently made a discovery that's put her already-kinda-tense relationship with her medical mentor Tenjiro Kirinji in an awful new light and that is brewing into a nasty fucking brawl.

And she's only Kirinji's Second biggest Hater :)

None of the Arrancar really get along with each other, mostly because carnivores tend to be solitary and need a lot of personal space but fucking nobody likes Nnoitra.

Aizen, who hired Nnoitra, does not like Nnoitra.

You'd think his biggest hater among the arrancar would be Harribel on account of the Misogyny, but it's actually Aaroniero and Arruruerie.

...because they're not quite what they appear to be :)

Beyond the arrancar, Zaraki Kenpachi has beef with nnoitra that transcends lifetimes

Ironically, self-described self-centered asshole Grimmjow is the most social of the Arrancar, with his gang of Adjuchas followers and his extremely one-sided homoerotic rivalry with Ulquiorra and heck, he even has borderline-normal conversations with Coyote Starrk, when Coyote is awake.

Zommari and Sayzel would each beat him to death with a chiar if give half a chance, and for the same reason: Cat Hair.

Later in the Series, Grimmjow manages to move himself to the top of Yoruichi Shihon's "To Kill" list by attending the Seireitei Flower Festival.

Barragan is generally not well-liked but his most utterly seething hatred is reserved for a Roadrunner.

Speaking of Hollow-adjacent Persons, the Visoreds get along pretty well with each other, and of them Kensei and Mashiro are probably the closest, but there is Just One Thing you cannot mention around them because it will stir up a century-old and extremely bloody argument.

I'm still forming up what's going on with Yhwach and the Sternritter but DEAR GOD there is so much fucked up shit in there. Like. It's a cult there was no way this was coming out well but HOO BOY.

Lillie barro's #1 Nemesis in the Court Guards is Yachiru Kusajishi tho. She thinks he's mildly funny.

Lots of people die but the worst death so far is probably PePe Waccabrada at the hands of Retsu Unohana. He has it coming though.

Unless you count what happens to Giselle but the issue there is really that she does not die.

Definitely the most fucked up Quincy is Kanae Ishida, whose rage not even death can stop.

And of course,

Ichigo and Isshin Kurosaki

[love-toxin]

Can you write VIII - “I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now.”  with Nnoitra gilga( bleach) please🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

i had the time of my life writing this one anon TY!!!!! <3333

VIII - "I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now."

(cws: fem!soul reaper!reader, hate sex, forced touching, alternative choking, sadism, threats, blades & blood, misogyny, jealousy, nnoitra steps on you)

If he had made one thing clear throughout this battle, it was this: Nnoitra Gilga thought of himself as a god, and you–well, you were an irritating bug that was getting on his nerves. So, as humiliating as it was…he crushed you.

“Finished already?” The teasing lilt of his voice carried on the dry air of Hueco Mundo, each step ringing in your ears as you finally let go of your shattered sword's hilt. Thump. As soon as you tried to sit up, Nnoitra's foot came down on your shoulder, pinning you back to the bloodied sand where you'd met the end of his blade.

His unbreakable body, unsliceable flesh, and the violence with which he pursued a battle with you–the fifth Espada was a terrifying entity, boasting countless promises of agonizing defeat before he had finally gained the upper hand. It was a crude trick, a gesture that would earn any self-respecting soul reaper a thorough punishment, but you weren't in the Soul Society's domain any longer. Fighting fair was of no concern to the evil that resided in this blasted desert.

“Obey me.” He ground his heel into the wound over your shoulder, the shallow cut stinging painfully as you grimaced. “Give me a show before I kill you, woman.”

You spit out the blood that had been collecting in your cheek. “Die.”

At the low, warning tone of your threat, Nnoitra merely dug his foot in harder. It wasn't within him to even laugh in the face of your frail, empty words. “You will obey-” The air fwipped around you as his weapon flew towards your face, only to stop short of your twitching nose. “-because I am your master.”

You shook your head, but your disagreement was no longer of any consequence. The Espada flung the edge of his blade downwards, and in a split second, your black robes parted to reveal glistening, soft flesh underneath. Somehow he managed to tear both your clothes and your undergarments without so much as nicking your skin–yet by the sickening, crazed expression on his face, you knew that you wouldn't go unscathed for long in his clutches.

“I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now, soul reaper.” His mouth stretched into that wide, unsettling grin, full of frightening teeth. “It doesn't suit prey as elusive as you.”

A shudder ran through you at his command, and the fearful glint in your eyes seemed to embolden him even further. Like your terror itself fueled his desire to watch you unravel under the sole of his shoe. But you knew the risk you had taken when you came here, and that there was every chance you wouldn't have any backup from the Soul Society. So, you let your fingers drift down between your thighs. And against your will, at the mercy of being on the end of his blade, you started exploring the sweet flesh he desperately drank in with hungry eyes.

“See? Even weak filth like you can follow orders.” He smirked, peering down at the gentle twitch of your fingers. “Deeper. You're no virginal lamb, girl–spread yourself open.”

“Bite me.” You growled in a comparably meek show of resistance. Even so, you circled your fingertips hesitantly around your folds, which seemed to excite him as he watched with rapt attention.

“I'm not helping you.” He grunted, smarmy and smug. “It would only turn you on more.” He tilted his chin at your other hand, and you begrudgingly lifted it to your clit to aid in the humiliating process. Your arm quivered with the deep lacerations his technique had left, but you were under no impression that this was a real fight anymore–this was an attempt to stall for time before he inevitably took your life.

“C-Captain Zaraki will-” You squeaked suddenly as Nnoitra growled, and threatened your neck with the gleaming end of his blade.

“Silence!” He hissed, possessiveness and jealousy seething in his tone. “You are my property, and you will speak my name alone. Now, put your fingers inside.” He punctuated each word with a sharp flick of his long, pointed tongue, which bore the black flourishes of the intimidating number 5. You were by no means the strongest in your division, not even close, but to think that this kind of power belonged to only the fifth of all of Aizen's army frayed your nerves to no end. But still, Nnoitra watched anxiously for you to continue, and with a frightened hiccup you carefully inserted your middle finger into the depths of your poor, weeping slit.

“Yes,” He cackled. “Very good. It's obvious–a woman's place is in servitude, not on the battlefield.”

“You fucking-” His foot shifted, and with a soft tut to remind you not to stop, he pressed the arch of his sole firmly against your jugular. Your throat squeezed at the immediate lack of oxygen, a head rush coming on at once, but Nnoitra just cackled and urged you to rub deeper as another finger disappeared between your tight, wet walls.

“Mmnh…you might be beautiful, if not for the stink of rebellion on your skin.” He murmured, not shy in staring as he nudged your legs further apart with the long handle of his double-scythe. “What is your rank in the Soul Society, hm? Floor-mopper? Bootlicker?” You cringed as he increased the pressure of his foot on your neck, before his face drew closer and his voice lowered to a husky, dark hum. “Prostitute?”

Your lips parted in answer, but only a soft, choked-up moan escaped as you curled your fingers into a deep, spongy spot within. His taunting was getting into your head, it was getting harder to stave off the pleasure and stall for the time your saviours would need.

Were they even coming? Or…were you just collateral damage at this point?

“That's it. That's what I want to see–a woman who knows her place. Keep touching yourself. I want those fingers soaked.” He encouraged, his breath puffing against your face as your pace heightened, hips stuttering as they rolled into your hands. “Show me the glory of the Soul Society. And when you've finished, I'll let you prove your worth again on my tongue.” As he spoke, that slimy, warm muscle slathered your cheek in spit, leaving you shivering and sticky before it wormed against your sealed lips, begging to be let inside. It was yet again a battle you were destined to fail, as you barely stifled a moan when his tongue wriggled its way in and slid uncomfortably down your squeezing throat. Only then did he finally bring his foot away, just to replace it with a much more intimate form of breath suppression.

Shluck, shluck, shluck, shluck. You forced your lips apart just to torment yourself further, the act of self-pleasure feeling more like flagellation as you tried desperately not to enjoy what was happening to you. This one was sick, a depraved pervert who would undoubtedly take and corrupt whatever lay in his path. You were better than that, you were–you were–!

“Dirty wretch,” Nnoitra exclaimed as he dragged his tongue out from your mouth, leaving your lips swollen and dripping with saliva behind. “Cum! Prostrate yourself before me, weakling!” He barked, his black hair caressing your cheek as he pressed his forehead insistently to yours, fiending to watch you come undone before his very eyes. But a gleam glinted in yours, and before he could bring down the blade of punishment, you were already spasming and breathlessly crooning out in retaliation.

“Zaraki,” You moaned softly under your breath. “C-Captain Zaraki-!” Your hips jumped while Nnoitra's expression soured, the retribution flickering across his gaze as your body weakly convulsed in time with the spurts of fluid coating the ground beneath you. The Espada held still while you came down from the high, thighs quivering as you slipped your sticky fingers out of your sopping-wet cunt.

“Oh, so you think you're clever, do you?” He uttered mockingly, and ignored how you braced for impact as he stood back up, towering over your defiled self. From thin air a young, blond man appeared behind him, and despite the instinct to cover yourself, you felt the heaviness of your wounds finally weighing you down enough to grow sluggish and exhausted.

“Tesra, take her back.” Nnoitra departed, apparently unbothered by the sight of you bleeding out on the sand, until he cast a grin over his shoulder as he walked off. “She'll be a fun toy to break after I kill her precious Captain.”

[arrancxr]

hand feeding the espada food from the human world. i’m talking every now and then new culture cuisine like korean, italian, chinese, greek all that. who would like that kind of thing

Starrk — He's perfectly content to try whatever you give him. It's not like Hollows have much of a chance to eat things other than each other, so this isn't a bad arrangement at all. The hand-feeding part makes it even better, and a full stomach coupled with all the attention usually has him dozing off before the offered meal is done.

Halibel — She starts out not wanting you to see her eat— because her mask has to retract for anything to reach her mouth, Halibel isn't anticipating a positive reaction to that sight. It shows a staggering amount of trust for you to put your fingers near those jaws, and the food really comes second to the affection you're showing like that.

Ulquiorra — Although he'll try to protest the treatment, insisting that Hollows have no need for human nourishment, Ulquiorra doesn't actually put up much resistance. Since he's surprisingly sensitive to tastes, you'll have to be careful with what you give him, but he finds himself looking forward to the regular treats before long.

Nnoitra — He's going to resist it for as long as possible. There's no reason to give him human food. He doesn't need it. He doesn't deserve it, and you're naive for even offering. If you do get him to allow it, Nnoitra is visibly uncomfortable. The comfort of a full stomach is wasted on a Hollow, and the spoiling is worse.

Grimmjow — Once you start a habit of offering food, Grimmjow isn't going to let it stop. He's been starving for as long as he can remember, and the feeling of real food in his stomach and flavor on his tongue is one of the best things he's ever experienced. He gets greedy for the treats quickly, though he tries not to act desperate.

Szayel — He definitely enjoys it. Szayel is weak to things that feel good, and the indulgence of flavor and fullness is pure bliss. It takes some time to get over his pride, but eating out of your hand turns out to be a show of trust and affection that's somehow safe to allow. And he'll have plenty of input about which cuisines to try next.

Aaroniero — That kind of treatment feels far too intimate. A Hollow's existence revolves around struggling not to starve, so the offering of regular food, fed directly from your hand, is practically a targeted attack. And beyond that, even once he's certain you're not mocking him, Aaroniero doesn't want you to see how he eats.

[despairforme]

❝ Can't fuckin' believe ya got sensitive ears! 'Daz too fuckin' funny! ❞ He'll tug again.

@despairforme replied: TUGS

"Oi!!"

"Asshole!"

[despairforme]

Swooning about my ink pen--

[gableforks]

In defense of Captain Kyōraku vs Coyote Starrk

I recently saw a creator say that Zaraki Kenpachi would have been a better match for Stark than Shunsui due to the parallel between Yachiru and Lillinette, which is fair but I want to throw my support behind the fight Kubo decided to give us.

My first watch through Bleach, I was underwhelmed by Stark. He didn't have Barragons hax or Ulqiorra's showing and he was the only espada besides Aaroniero who was beaten without bankai. Upon reading the manga, however, Starrk has come to be my favorite of the espada due to Kubo's great characterization.

Starrk's backstory starts in Hueco Mundo, after he split his soul in two, creating the separate characters that are Starrk and Lilynette. He did this to cure his lonliness as no other hollow could retain their reishi body in the presence of his immense power. Eventually he's approached by Aizen who stretches out his hand to Starrk, asking him to be his ally.

The espada contains nine other hollows that are able to withstand Starrks spiritual pressure, finally giving Starrk a shot at friendship. He is one of four vastolords, along with Barragan, Harribel, and Ulquiorra, who's aspects of death are aging, sacrifice and emptiness. There seems to be a rift between the vasto lords and adjuchas who have more primal aspects atributed to their persons; despair, destruction, ecstacy, insanity, greed, and wrath. We see Nel's relationship with Nnoitra and Ulquiorra's with Grimmjow. in both of these we're shown the gap in power, the lack of regard and relatability a more human vasto lord shows to an adjuchas. Stark and Ulquirra have an added degree of seperation being naturally occuring Arrancars.

Jushiro and shunsui are among the only people that Starrk would have been able to see as an equal. Starrk as the espada representing lonliness in death, didn't need the soul-king killed; he did not need soul society destroyed and he especially did not need the captain of the 8th company dead. Starrk even tries to get the captain to pretend to fight till the battle is over, a scene reminiscent of Kyōraku asking Chad to stay for tea till the end of the Ryoka invasion in the Soul Society arc.

Starrk is so powerful, that in Hueco Mundo, no one could even approach him until Aizen, and even when he did, it must not have been lost on Starrk that he was but a tool for the Soul reaper. The only time in Karakura town where Starrk is touchable by anyone besides Kyōraku is when he's jumped by Love and Rose taking advantage of him mourning the death of Barragan.

Kyōraku approaches Starrk with a calmness he must've only seen before in Aizen. (and would most definetly not have seen in Kenpachi) I can't think of a scenario in which Starrk would have had to fight before this encounter. The captain and the espada continue to surprise each other with their speed, strength, and battle instincts. They are feeling each other out as one would a new dancing partner.

There is a reason that Lilynette is Starrk's counterpart. She is bratty, uncooperative and ignorantly unhindered by the gap in power between Ukitake and herself. Despite the indifference the captain shows to her attacks, and the ease with which he swats away her cero, she does not stop trying to reach him. She is the face of Starrks desparation and lack of opportunity for growth.

Starrk's ability to split his soul is how we get both lillenette and the wolves used to defeat Love and Rose. When Starrk wants to get serious he absorbs Lillinette back into himself.The wolves he sends out do not return to him. He himself cannot cure his own lonliness, forced to retreat into himself when push comes to shove, and self destructing when that is not enough.

Kyōraku's shikai forces his opponent to follow the rules of children's games. Who better to come up against him than the man who's lonely, unfulfilled inner child is shown to us. Bleach is full of characters who blur the line between battle and sport; Kenpachi, White, Ikkaku, Grimmjow etc. Starrk is less expressive than these guys but for the first time ever although for a criminally short time, he and lilynette are able to experience high stakes, forced to get creative, and most importantly, they Play.

[rambling-idi0t]

Can you write some cute personal headcanons you have for the espadas excluding yammy and barragan

Of course i can! Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

Personal espada hcs (without yammy and barragan)

Starrk:

He talks in his sleep, the things he mainly talks about are lilynette, how tired he is and his loneliness. Lilynette sometimes teases his about this (except for when his rambling is sad)

He steals pillows and blankets from the world of the living. He just finds them so soft so he takes them

He enjoys hot cocoa, he tried it once in the human realm out of curiosity and loved it

Harribel:

She knows who to sew and teaches her fraccion how to as well. She once sewed a blanket for starrk who was extremely grateful

Shes cares a lot about the safety of her fraccion and would do anything to protect them and I mean anything

Shes nice to other fraccion as well, this has lead to her being extremely popular within the fraccion and most of them saying that if they weren't serving their current espada they'd go to her except for tesla who's scared nnoitra might kill him if he says that

Ulquiorra:

Despite his monotone appearance and personality he's actually really ticklish, grimmjow found this out after accidently poking him in the side and ulquiorra threatened him to keep quiet grimmjow told nnoitra and yammy

He actually doesn't enjoy aizens tea, its too strong for him but he pretends it doesn't bother him everyone knows

He's actually somewhat nice to wonderweiss, he'll let him follow him for around 15 minutes before getting annoyed and telling wonderweiss to go away

Nnoitra:

Actually doesn't treat tesla that bad, he cares for his fraccion but he won't ever tell him that or make it obvious

He once found a stray cat in the human realm and took it back to hueco mundo, it took 5 minutes for him to kill it out of annoyance it was supposed to annoy grimmjow but he couldn't find him and got bored of searching

Actually likes aizens tea, he wont ever admit it tho and if you even suggest that he does then he'll kill you

Grimmjow:

Treats his fraccion like brothers who annoy him, especially di roy who he treats exactly like an annoying little brother

Feels a little bad for the granz brothers hating each other, this is only because he thinks its making yylfordt weak

Goes to the human world just to chill, he actually kind of likes it there and ever since he discovered bars and wrestling it was hard to get him back to hueco mundo

Zommari:

The only espada who actually tries to talk to and befriend aaroniero, he's tried to get the 9th espada to mediate with him but it always ends in rejection, he wont stop trying tho

Went to the human world and had a custom made poster of aizen with the quote 'do it for lord aizen'

Is nice to szayelaporro's fraccion, he knows how the mad scientist treats them and he pities them

Szayelaporro:

Doesn't hate his brother as much as he says he does, he does it as to not look weak in front of others

Like ulquiorra he also doesn't like aizens tea but instead of pretending to like it he brings his own special ingredient to put in it nobody knows what it is

Gets along with gin well, the two tend to talk about random stuff it's mostly gin asking questions about arrancars and Szayelaporro jokes about how gin must be making some kind of arrancar encyclopedia

He has an outfit for every occasion

Aaroniero:

Has secretly always wanted a fraccion but is too scared to actually get one

He's scared of wonderweiss but at the same time he doesn't completely hate him, he'll let the odd arrancar hang around him for a bit

Actually enjoys espada meetings since its the only time this many arrancars are near him without being outwardly disgusted by him