#nnoitra x reader

[tiaravermelha]

BLEACH HC — HOW IS IT CUDDLING THEM? (LAS NOCHES VER.)

Summary: cuddling headcanons mixed with some sleeping habits for them~~. Pretty straightforward, huh? ^^

Contains: Starrk, Ulquiorra, Nnoitra, Grimmjow, Szayelaporro (+bonus!)

Warnings: self-indulgent (duuuh) and suggestive (?) in some parts..... lots of cozy vibes tho <3 it's probably only part 1, I had fun writing this! And fem reader :3.

He understands all about sleeping, sure.

Coyote Starrk:

But what about cuddling?

To start, it looks a bit uncomfortable...sleeping in his room...

So use Starrk as a mattress!

He wouldn't mind :]

I have the feeling he's literally heavy, so make sure you're fine with clinging.

If he accidentally gets hold of you, he's not letting go. And it's not easy to get free either.

And this guy is a heavy sleeper after all! Hug him back even if he doesn't really react or stir.

Because, deep inside, Starrk knows what you're doing.

It's cozy. Even if sometimes he complains. Ignore that. He's loving every second! ♡

He doesn't look like he really sleeps...

Ulquiorra Cifer:

Like, the type to lie on his back, stare at the ceiling, and go on about his day without any lapse of memory or something.

How does he do that??? (⁠⑉⁠⊙⁠ȏ⁠⊙⁠)

For you, he'd put that aside to make you feel better.

(C'mon, sleeping with his eyes open is creepy!!!)

But Ulquiorra is not the cuddly type.

Stiff!

Veryyyy stiff.

He's unsure if he should (or if he can?) touch you or snuggle to your side.

Everywhere.

So he stays still and lets you do whatever you'd like.

Ulquiorra would also stay so quiet, omggg ><

Speechless? Not quite. He's concentrating HARD not to comment on everything like the yapper he is.

If you're on his side, on top of him, or with your back turned, whatever, he's trying not to question it.

And maybe, just maybe, holding himself back from letting out embarrassing noises if you do decide to caress him.

ANYWAY (*ﾉωﾉ)

Snuggle with him freely!

Lots of kickin'... you'll probably end up with a few bruises.

Nnoitra Gilga:

He's sharp, man! ><

But hey, even if he's belittling you for a while and swearing he hates everything about this, Nnoitra will calm down.

Eventually...

I mean, once he sees it's nothing that bad or scary, he'll actually hold you.

And when I say hold, I mean HOLD. He's not letting go that easily once he got used to it!

Might grumble under his breath if you keep moving too much.

If he's asleep, it's all good.

He says it's distracting. And annoying. And stupid.

But, you see... it's Nnoitra.

If you make this a routine, he might (alright, he WILL) let his hands wander if he's bored. (/▿＼ )

Change the position a bit too; keep him entertained!

Rather die than admit he's going soft with you, though...

Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez:

PRONE POSITION!!!1!1!

He sleeps on his belly. Or curled with one knee up.

And if he's with you, he's sleeping on top of you! ><

Shameless. He complains if you try to move him away.

Grimmjow usually keeps one arm locked around your shoulders. But if he's too comfortable, he might wrap a leg around you too.

As you can see, he's cuddly... But don't tease him too much!

Or do. He'll counterattack by going aggressive, though.

Holding you tighter, sneaking a few bites here and there if your neck is too close...

Overall a good experience if you don't push your luck.

Cuddling time is good.

Szayelaporro Granz:

He makes sure you're comfortable beside him.

Nothing that remarkable. Not because he's boring or anything like that; no, it's more because that's relaxation time~~

And for him, that means he can tease you as much as he pleases~.

The tease: a hand lingering over your waist, only to move on your hips... So slow and explorative...

And then he keeps his hands to himself as if nothing were happening at all!

If you try to point out what Szayel is doing, he'll feign innocence.

How maddening!!!

So don't even try...(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Tease him back and you can get yourself a great night.

BONUS:

Sousuke Aizen:

He sleeps like a baby, c'mon.

Peaceful. Dreamy, even.

And if he got company, you'd be able to see how even his touch is featherlight.

The big spoon~~

Keeps his face tucked in your neck. Your scent is everything for this guy, surprisingly.

But, even then...

You might feel somewhat trapped after a while.

Aizen is not overbearing, but you know....

If you're not in the mood to join him, he'll keep bugging you.

Might throw a fake frown here and there to look convincing. He doesn't need it.

You'll cave in eventually ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

Gin Ichimaru:

If you bring up cuddling to him, Gin will actually pause for a second before considering your plea.

Like ???? Should he really let someone this close to him?

Gladly, he will let you choose any position you'd like. He got no preference.

Of course he should! Silly!

He will just think, "hm, so this is what y/n prefers..."

Guide him if you want too, but Gin will do his own thing when getting comfortable.

Might let a hand near your chest. Or switch up to caress your hair in silence if he's lost in thought... (*ﾉωﾉ)

Anyway, if you want to sleep with him, he's nice, I suppose.

A bit cold, but hug him for warmth. His body will get warmer soon, no? >-<

If you want your space though, Gin will turn his back on you and sleep soundly~.

A bit blunt about all this, to be honest.

Finally, I'm not sick anymore!! While I was rotting in that medical bed, all I wanted was my Shinji plushie to cuddle with.....(⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) I guess that's what inspired me to think about cuddling... I don't wanna get sick again (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

[staying-soft-reactions]

(Hueco Mundo) M!Bleach x Chubby Fem!Reader: You start describing what your thighs would look like around their head after having one too many drinks.

content warning/themes (MDNI - 19+ only): drunk!reader, suggestive dialogue, dirty talk, flirting, power dynamics, implied consent

a/n: Next up some spice! Hope you enjoy~

Sousuke Aizen

You were lounged across a chair in his private quarters, wine still red on your lips, talking too freely under the haze of indulgence. " You, know... I think you'd look good down there," you said idly, tracing the rim of your glass. "Buried between my thighs I mean. Could even cross them a little tighter, see how long you last." You didn't even look up as you said it, just smiled to yourself, content in the heat of the thought alone. Maybe you expected him to scoff. To humor you. He didn't.

Aizen didn't so much as shift in his seat. "You presume that position would give you control," he said, voice calm. He stood slowly and set his untouched glass aside. "But if you wrap your legs around me, you won't be the one dictating the terms." He approached like it was nothing, like you hadn't just handed him the blade and bared your throat with a grin. When he reached you, his fingers brushed your knee. "You're welcome to test the theory, of course. I don't mind watching you try."

Gin Ichimaru

You didn't even realize you were talking out loud until halfway through the sentence. "Bet I'd look good sittin' on your face," you murmured, thumb dragging slow along the rim of your drink. "Thighs around your head, maybe press in a little too tight... see if you'd still be smirking." The last bit came out with a breathy laugh, and you leaned your head back, too warm to care if he was even listening. You didn't have to look to know he was.

"My my~" Gin replied, "You sure you're not trying to kill me with ideas?" You glanced over, and there he was, closer than before, crouched by your chair, eyes just barely open now. "Still," he said, almost to himself, "I don't mind losin' air if the view's that sweet." He leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Say it again tomorrow, when you're sober. Let's see if you still mean it."

Kaname Tousen

You were stretched out across his sleeping mat, voice giddy and sweet from drink. "I think you'd fit just fine between my thighs," you murmured, eyes half-lidded. "I have a firm grip, soft skin, and all that pressure? What more could you ask for?" You laughed softly at your own audacity, "Bet you'd feel down there." He didn't speak at first. Didn't sigh or admonish. Just turned his head slightly, as though he could better hear the heat in your voice.

"I hope you know I won't entertain those words as carelessly as you say them," he said calmly, "If you intend to tempt me, then know that I'll answer." He moved closer until his knee brushed yours, fingertips finding your wrist. "I may be blind, but I'm not unaware of what you offer when your mouth gets reckless." There was no teasing in his tone, "Say it again when you truly want me to kneel for you. Not when you just want a laugh."

Coyote Starrk

You were already half on top of him, cheeks warm with wine, head resting on his chest like it belonged there. "You ever think about it?" you asked, voice thick with sleep and grin. "Me, ridin' your face. Thighs locked in, real slow and heavy. Not sure if you'd black out or ask for more." You laughed to yourself, the idea too good not to share. "Could probably rock you to sleep that way."

Starrk didn't move, didn't flinch. Just exhaled slowly through his nose. "Sounds comfortable," he muttered, hand settling on your hip. "If you're offering, I won't stop you." His voice stayed quiet, almost bored, but the way he shifted under you, the way his fingers hooked just a little tighter, said he was already thinking about how it'd feel. He didn't need to flirt back. He just let you talk, and made it clear he was listening.

Ulquiorra Cifer

You spoke slowly, words half-lazy from drink but deliberate all the same. "If you were under me... I think I'd like to think I can finally get an expression out of you." You traced the rim of your glass, not quite looking at him. "Skin flushed with your eyebrows furrowed. Maybe you'd close your eyes. Maybe you wouldn't." You weren't trying to tease him. Not exactly. It was curiosity more than bravado, because he never reacted the way you expected him to. And right now, he didn't move at all.

When he finally spoke, it wasn't a reprimand. It was a cold, quiet thought. "Do you believe control lies in the one who restrains, or the one who endures it?" His gaze remained fixed on you, unblinking. "Your words imply dominance. But you forget I would not resist." He paused for a moment, "...If you wish to use your body to overwhelm me," he added, "then you must be prepared for what happens when it doesn't work."

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

You leaned back against the wall, drink dangling from your fingers, grin loose from heat and alcohol. "Bet I could crush that cocky mouth of yours between my thighs," you said, loud enough to make sure he heard. "Hold you there 'til you stopped talking for once. Wouldn't even take any effort." You bragged. It wasn't just a suggestion. It was a shot fired.

The chair scraped loud behind him. "The fuck did you just say?" Grimmjow was on you in two steps, smirk sharp and eyes borderline feral. He grabbed your hips and leaned in until his breath hit your neck. "You think you can just say that shit and walk away?" His hand flexed, already mapping the grip you'd described. "You got no idea what you're offering. But if you really wanna find out..." His mouth brushed your jaw. "Get on top. Try it. Let's see who taps out first."

Nnoitra Gilga

You threw one leg over the arm of his chair and smirked, half-drunk and bold enough to push. "Pretty sure I could snap your neck if I sat on your face right," you said, tone dripping with fake innocence. "Bet I'd look real fuckin' good doin' it, too." You laughed, not expecting much more than a growl or a barked insult. But he didn't snap. He just turned his head, grinning wide with something nasty already forming behind his teeth.

"You got no fuckin' idea what you're saying." He stalked toward you, "You think you could handle my mouth?" He leaned in, breath hot, "I have a tongue long enough to ruin you before you could finish sitting down. You try and smother me, I'll make you shake so hard you forget what you were even laughing out about." One hand gripped your thigh. "Now be a good girl and prove it."

Szayelaporro Granz

You swirled your drink as you began speaking absent mindedly, "Y'know," you purred, "I've got half a mind to ride your face to try and leave you breathless." You laughed into your glass, enjoying the mental image more than the effect it might've had on him. "Not that I expect a scientist like you to appreciate the view."

His smile didn't flicker, but something sharper glinted in his eyes. "On the contrary," he said while rising with a fluid precision that made your skin prickle. "I've already calculated the pressure thresholds of your thighs." He stopped in front of you, "I could tell you the exact moment your muscles would start to tremble. The precise second your control would fail." He leaned down, one gloved hand curling at your knee. "But I'd rather study it in practice. Assume the position darling, this data won't collect itself."

a/n: Dividers made on Canva, let me know if you plan on using them.

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLEACH MEN IN FRANCE PT II

characters - shunsui , jushiro , kisuke , ryuken , starrk , mayuri , szayelaporro , grimmjow , nnoitra , tsukishima , ulquiorra , toshiro , as ndot , jugram , askin , bazz b. | pt I here! | all around the world event! |

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SHUNSUI KYORAKU -

arrival reaction - leans out of the cab window with a grin.“ paris suits us, don’t you think?” he says, offering his hand as you step onto the cobbled street. the lights reflect in his half-lidded eyes, and he’s already humming a love song.

food experience - insists on a quiet rooftop bistro with wine and laughter. feeds you a bite from his fork with a teasing wink.

“ if we don’t leave tipsy and full, we’ve done paris wrong,” he chuckles, swirling his glass.

night walk experience - he walks slow, savoring the silence between conversations. slips his arm around you when the wind picks up. kisses your temple beneath a streetlamp.

“ this… this is a memory i’ll drink to forever.”

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JUSHIRO UKITAKE -

arrival reaction - smiles gently as he looks around, eyes soft with wonder. “ it’s beautiful,” he murmurs, the kind of voice that makes you feel at home no matter where you are.

food experience - asks a hundred questions about the dishes, always polite. compliments every course. thanks the chef personally if he gets the chance. “ i’ve never tasted anything quite like this,” he says earnestly.

night walk experience - walks close, hand brushing yours but never rushing it. gazes up at the eiffel tower lit in gold.

“ i wish i had the words,” he says. you reply that he doesn’t need them.

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KISUKE URAHARA -

arrival reaction - steps off the plane dramatically, tilting his hat. “ the city of love and espionage,” he jokes. takes your suitcase from you before you can argue.

food experience - orders something strange just to see what happens. makes weird faces with each bite, then declares it “ a triumph of texture.” ends up loving it. takes photos of the dessert to send to yoruichi.

night walk experience - walks backwards half the time just to watch your reactions. points out obscure architecture with way too much detail. when you laugh, he just grins.

“ what can i say, i do my homework.”

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RYUKEN ISHIDA -

arrival reaction - adjusts his coat, stares at the city with silent critique. “ functional. mildly charming,” he murmurs. but when you smile up at him, something softens.

food experience - orders wine with a perfect accent. critiques the meal but finishes every bite. insists you eat more than you should. “you’ll need the energy,” he mutters without elaborating.

night walk experience - you both walk in silence, but never lets go of your hand. when you stop at a bridge, he finally says, “ i should’ve brought you here sooner.” he doesn’t say more. he doesn’t need to.

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COYOTE STARRK -

arrival reaction - yawns as he steps into the night air. “ pretty lights,” he says, rubbing his eyes. you’re not sure if he means the city or you.

food experience - he orders whatever you get and just steals bites from your plate. “less thinking, more enjoying,” he shrugs. leans on you midway through dinner, content.

night walk experience - lets you drag him around, only occasionally mumbling about sleep. but when you pause to look over the river, he murmurs, “ you look good in this kind of light.”

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MAYURI KUROTSUCHI -

arrival reaction - he automatically analyzes the architecture like it’s a science exhibit. “ this city is centuries behind, but aesthetically intriguing,” he mutters, taking photos of lamp posts.

food experience - dissects the menu like a test subject. orders bizarre things and critiques each with vicious detail. accidentally enjoys dessert.

night walk experience - he lectures you on lighting technology and ancient plumbing as you stroll. pauses only once, to stare at the stars above the seine. he doesn’t say anything that time.

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SZAYELAPORRO GRANZ -

arrival reaction - he tosses his scarf back and grins like he owns the street. “ ah, finally. somewhere worthy of my brilliance,” he says, kissing your hand dramatically.

food experience - he wouldn’t stop critiquing every dish but takes photos of everything. complains the most about a pastry, then orders three more. insists on feeding you bites “ for scientific comparison.”

night walk experience - talks endlessly about beauty, symmetry, chemistry. stares too long at the way the city lights reflect in your eyes. says nothing when you catch him.

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GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ -

arrival reaction - grumbles about “ fancy crap” but can’t stop looking at the glowing skyline.

“ not bad,” he mutters, hands in pockets.

food experience - he scoffs at the portions. eats his steak like a wild animal. ends up trying your dessert and looks personally betrayed by how good it is.

night walk experience - acts like it’s boring until you pull him down a side street. sees a violinist playing by the water and just… stops. “ that’s nice,” he says quietly. you pretend not to hear how soft his voice went.

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NNOITRA GILGA -

arrival reaction - he snorts. “ what’s the big deal? it’s just lights.” but his eyes linger on the eiffel tower a little longer than he’ll admit.

food experience - complains the whole time. “ where’s the meat?” ends up devouring three courses. glares when you laugh. “ shut up. i was hungry.”

night walk experience - he walks fast until he realizes you’re not beside him. comes back. “ well? you wanna see it or not?” when you link arms, he mutters, “…fine.”

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TSUKISHIMA SHUKURO -

arrival reaction - moves like he’s been here before. comments on old buildings and street names. “ i’ve read too much about this place to not know it intimately.”

food experience - he orders with eerie precision. compliments the wine pairing like a sommelier. barely touches his dessert, but slides it toward you with a soft, “ you’ll like it.”

night walk experience - walks silently beside you, his hand brushing yours in quiet rhythm. when you stop by a bookstore window, he simply says.

“ we’ll come back tomorrow.”

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ULQUIORRA CIFER -

arrival reaction - he stares blankly at the city, as if calculating its worth. “ this place… feels alive,” he finally murmurs.

food experience - eats quietly, eyes watching everything. tries each dish slowly, like he’s learning. “ this sweetness… it lingers,” he says after the final bite.

night walk experience - walks beside you like a ghost, but never strays far. when you pause to admire a statue, he says, “ your reflection in the glass is more compelling.”

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TOSHIRO HITSUGAYA -

arrival reaction - shivers and mutters about the air being too warm. stares at the skyline with wary eyes.

“ it’s… big.”

food experience - insists on ordering for you both, only to be flustered by how rich everything is. eventually relaxes and tries to hide his smile when you praise the dessert.

night walk experience - walks a bit ahead, hands in his pockets. waits when you lag behind. when you’re quiet, he glances back. “ you okay?” he asks, and doesn’t look away until you nod.

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ÄS NDÖT -

arrival reaction - stands frozen for a moment, staring at the lights like they might swallow him. “ so many colors,” he whispers.

food experience - picks at his food. reacts strangely to every taste. when you ask if he’s okay, he just nods, eyes wide. “ i’m… experiencing.”

night walk experience - he walks slowly, eyes darting around like every light might vanish. when you touch his hand, he jolts, then grips back tighter than expected.

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JUGRAM HASCHWALTH -

arrival reaction - he steps out of the car with elegant precision. the city reflects in his sharp eyes. “ paris welcomes us,” he says like a promise.

food experience - perfect etiquette. compliments the chef without arrogance. offers you the best bite from each plate.

“ you deserve nothing less.”

night walk experience - walks close without touching, always aware of your pace. when a light rain begins, he silently holds his coat over you.

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ASKIN NAKK LE VARR -

arrival reaction - he grins the moment the city lights hit his eyes. “ooh la la..! this is gonna be fun,” he says, spinning once on the sidewalk.

food experience - tries every cocktail and dessert. flirts with the waiter and you both. ends up with powdered sugar on his nose.

“ worth it,” he laughs.

night walk experience - jokes the whole way, but pauses on a quiet street. the moon’s high, your hand’s in his, and he finally just… sighs.

“ this feels kinda perfect, huh?”

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BAZZ B -

arrival reaction - he yells “ hell yeah!” the second he sees the tower. gets a selfie with it immediately. drags you into the frame.

food experience - orders four entrées just to “ see what the hype’s about.” eats everything with reckless joy.

“ yo, we’re coming back here, right?”

night walk experience - the buzzing with leftover sugar and wine. spins you under the stars and pretends not to care. when you call him out, he just smirks. “ yeah, well. you look good when you’re smiling.”

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[your-local-hollow-lover]

Summary: You run your fingers through Nnoitra's hair, and he nearly has a mental breakdown about it.

A/N: Missed writing for Nnoitra so much!

WARNINGS: 18+ | MDNI | intimacy as a threat | aggressive reaction to touch | intrusive violent thoughts | self-loathing | body dysmorphia (from Nnoitra)

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Nnoitra feels his blood tapping beneath his skin as you touch him. Soft. So unecesarly so. It's an almost thrumming sensation that makes him want to crawl away like the cryptid nightmare that he is.

Your fingers run through his scalp. The slight scratch of your nails is the only thing grounding him. Why do you insist on this? He doesn't get it. He hates it. He shouldn't let you.

"Your hair is so thin! It flows through my fingers like dark liquid," you say in that stupid tone filled with wonder.

You should know better. You shouldn't find him anything but revolting.

Your fingers run again, and an electrically warm tingle fires down his spine so sharp that he can't help but imagine snapping your neck. Easy and swift, like a dry branch. He could do it. He would only need to reach out, and this madness would be over. He'd never hear your delusional statements about his monstrous form again. He'd never hear your voice, filled with a softness that never belonged in a place of despair like Hueco Mundo.

"It's beautiful,"

Something drags its talons inside his chest, and an ugly beat throbs within the hollow, tender in a way that ruins him. His hand catches your wrist. You gasp, joilting. He lets go.

"That's enough,"

Nnoitra stands, reaching for Sata Teresa, instantly grounded by its weight.

"Where are you going?"

Where you can't follow. Where this jarring tenderness can't reach him. If he is lucky, the blood might wash off this annoying, pathetic sentiment.

"I'm out to kill."

[izuruverse]

hello! i saw that requests are open, do you write for nnoitra? and if so, can i request an x afab reader smut drabble? thank you :)

Thank you for your request!

Ya know, I've never written for him before but I will not say no! I love a challenge. I did have to rewatch a few of his scenes to remind myself of his personality so I hope this isn't too OOC.

NSFW Pure smut lol MDNI

Cw: Light bondage ig? Sub reader, dom Nnoitra, semi public sex ig?

NSFW under the cut 🤤

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How did you end up here? In some abandoned corner of Las Noches with your hands tied behind your back. You'd agreed to this, thought you could handle it. You were an Arrancar, surely you could handle anything Nnoitra threw at you. Perhaps–you were wrong–Naive at the very least to think he would be anything but ruthless. 

It started when he noticed the way your gaze would linger on him during meetings–He intrigued the hell out of you to say the least. That long hair, those long limbs…You couldn't help yourself. You felt like a slave to your primal feelings. 

When he'd asked you to follow him after one of the meetings you were eager to do so. You followed after him like a lost dog but it was too late to turn back now.

Now–he had your hands tied behind your back with a chain while he pushed you into the wall. His breath was so warm on your back–he hadn't even entered you yet and you were already squirming under his touch. 

“Needy little thing, hm? Tell me…What is it you need?” He asked you–that voice of his sent goosebumps straight up your spine. 

“Nnoitra…Please.” You begged him–pathetic. But you couldn't help it, you wanted to feel him inside more than anything else in the world. 

“Please what? Use your words or you get nothing.” He responded with a sharp spank on your ass. Your arms were starting to ache from how tight he had them restrained but you were so far gone that you didn't care. Even when he smacked you–all it did was add to the flame inside you. 

“Fuck me…” You muttered and silence lingered for a moment. You stupidly thought he would go easy on you to start with but after turning your head to look over your shoulder you saw him–sliding his clothes off like it was just another day to him. That was when he lined himself up with your entrance–his cock was long–it felt too long to be able to fit all the way but when he thrust into you–you knew he'd make it work. 

Your insides were burning from the stretch of his cock but he didn't care–just pressed one of his hands into the small of your back to encourage you to arch your back more. The chains that were restraining your arms jangled with every thrust–you wanted to touch him with your own hands desperately but no matter how you reached with your fingers outstretched–you couldn't reach him. 

“This what you…mmph…Wanted? So filthy and needy. Always giving me those…eyes…” Nnoitra growled behind you and you felt tears stinging the corners of your eyes. The sounds of skin on skin surrounded you–followed by your own whiny groans and whimpers. You didn't even recognize your own voice–you were an arrancar! Now you have turned into a drooling, whining, mess over Nnoitra's cock drilling into you. 

His other hand found the globe of your ass and he used it to spread you open lewdly before him. He locked his lips at the sight of his cock pistoning into you 

“You should see from this angle, can't believe how deep you're taking me.” He marveled and you could only moan his name in response. He saw your fingers reaching out for him in some pathetic attempt to touch him and he smirked. 

“What's wrong? Tryna gain some control by touching me?” He asked in a rough voice before digging his fingers into your back to cause your back to arch even further. 

“Told you…You'll take what I give you.” He warned but then he pulled out–you winced at the cool air hitting your naked flesh as he turned you around. Without saying a word he removed the chains from your arms–he was almost gentle about the way he undid them and let them pool on the ground. Before you could thank him he grabbed one of your thighs with a mean grip and threw it around his waist. 

“Put your legs around me, gonna fuck you into this wall.” He ordered and you should've put up more of a fight but you couldn't lie–you were loving this. Nnitora rested his arms on your ass cheeks while you wrapped both of your legs around his waist. His smile was chilling while he thrust back into you without warning. Your hands rested on his shoulders while he pounded you with vigor. 

There were small crescent shaped marks on his shoulders where you had dug your nails while he rammed into you. His pace was not just hard–it was fast. It felt like he was drilling a hole through you and into the wall behind you but you couldn't lie–you were loving every single minute of it. Your head was thrown back and your mouth was held open in desperate moans and whimpers. You could feel every vein and ridge on that cock of his and it was maddening–every thrust drove you closer to the edge. 

“Yes! ‘m close.” You muttered as you felt a tight coil begin to tighten inside you. 

“Go on then…Fall apart for me.” He urged and just at those words the coil snapped and you were spasming all around his cock. He followed you soon after with a loud groan while he emptied his warm load inside of you. His cock twitched inside of you while you were still recovering from the aftershocks of your climax. 

“Got it out of your system now?” He asked and as you looked at him through glazed eyes something inside you told you this wouldn't be the last time he ended up inside of you. Then again–you weren't complaining.

[brittscafe]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Pairing: Nnoitra Gilga x fem! reader

Summary: Nnoitra eats out his s/o and loves to make her cry while getting his own pleasure out of it.

Request: Heyy hope you're doing well! Can i request nnoitra eating his s/o out? he definitely does it for his own pleasure... got me thinkin about that tongue too...I'm also a firm believer he's got dacryphilia, that selfish sadistic freak 🤭

A/n: Hiii! I'm doing good!!! ! Also I have to apologize bc this has been in my inbox for monthsss, but here is it! Please enjoy <3 <3 I enjoyed writing this alotttt, this might be the best piece I've made in a hot minute 👀

Content: NSFW.

You're bare from the waist down and the cool air creates goosebumps along your thighs. Your back is sinking into the mattress as your prey stalks you from above.

Nnoitra's dark eyes hover along your body and your cunt that's sopping wet with anticipation. His long tongue flicks over his bottom lip and you feel your pussy throbbing.

"Nnoitra...please," you beg him as he lets out a low chuckle. Nnoitra stands at the edge of the bed and he places his leg in between your legs, spreading them.

His eyes gaze over your pussy, aching and begging for him. "Tell me what you want," he demands, eyes flicking over your body. He notices the way your hips buck up desperately and how your back is arched, trying to get closer to him.

"I want you," you sigh out, twisting impatiently. Nnoitra lets out a tiny roguish chuckle and you watch in awe as he sinks down onto his knees. Your heart skips a beat and you let out a tiny gasp as he hooks his arm around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

"Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?" he asks, a hungry look in his eyes. You nod your head as Nnoitra clenches his jaw. Your ankles are hanging off his shoulders as he leans in closer to your bare cunt, glistening.

He dips his head down to your inner thigh and runs his tongue along your hot flesh, his eyes watching you the whole time A shiver runs down your spine as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

Nnoitra's eyes are dark and full of lust as he dips his head down lower to your pussy. "You're gonna be screaming my name when I'm done with you," he growls out.

Your eyes widen and before you can even think of a response, Nnoitra tongue flicks over your clit. You let out a tiny gasp and Nnoitra yanks you closer.

You clench your toes as Nnoitra's tongue circles around your sensitive clit. His long black hair tickles your outer thigh and then Nnoitra wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

"A-ah!" you moan out, arching your back into his mouth. Nnoitra groans in response, feeling pleasure build up in his pants. His groan sends vibrates onto your cunt and you whimper.

You squeeze his head that's in between your thighs. The warmth of his tongue devouring your cunt and his fingers holding onto your plush thighs almost makes you cum right there.

Your body is jolting as you get closer and Nnoitra slides his tongue down to your entrance. He slides his tongue inside, lapping at your walls as breathless moans leave your mouth.

It's too much as the tears build up inside of your eyes. "Nnoitra!" you gasp out as his nose starts bumping into your clit. He glances up at you, seeing the tears daring to escape your eyes.

"What? Can't handle it?" he asks, hot breath on your pussy, pulling his tongue out. You whimper and shake your head.

"S-stop," you sob out, tears streaming down your cheeks. Nnoitra feels himself growing harder as you sob and beg. Nothing brings him joy like being selfish.

"Shut up," he hisses out, grabbing onto your hand and pinning it to the mattress. That little gesture of reassurance as your body can't keep up.

You start to pant heavily as Nnoitra runs his tongue back up to your clit, circling it, over and over again. You clench and flutter with each swipe of his tongue. Your mind is clouded with pleasure and your eyes are rolled into the back of your head.

"F-fuck," you moan out, clamping your thighs shut around his head. It was making things more difficult for Nnoitra, but he wouldn't stop.

Not when you're moaning so loudly and have tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. "You taste so good," Nnoitra mumbles out as your knuckles are starting to turn white.

You reach a hand into his long silky, black hair and tug on it. You roll your hips against the tip of his tongue and your moans get high pitched. Nnoitra groans into your cunt, sucking on your sensitive bud.

His tongue is doing fast circles around your clit, making it buzz and throb. Your moans become louder, your mouth dropping open as your thighs start to shake.

Your fingers are tangled in his hair and the other one pinned into the mattress. Nnoitra squeezes your hand as he's eating you out so desperately and so damn good.

Your toes curl as his sucks and his tongue swirls rapidly until you can't handle it anymore. The knots in your stomach finally come undone and damn, does it feel good. "N-Nnoitra!" you moan out, breath hitching as you sob.

You roughly tug on his hair as you pant heavily, gushing all over him, making a mess. His hand gripping onto yours becomes gentle as he wraps his fingers around yours.

You're a whimpering, sweaty mess as Nnoitra tongue laps up every drop of cum. He slowly lift his head up, your hot cum dripping down his chin.

A shiver runs down your spine and you gulp, feeling a tingle in your cunt. Nnoitra stares at your face, dried tears along your face and your chest going up and down heavily.

"You tasted so sweet," Nnoitra chuckles out, delivering a tiny slap onto your cunt. You gasp and whimper, sniffling as you snap your legs shut.

"Fuck you, Nnoitra," you hiss out, panting heavily. You're a sweaty mess, but Nnoitra doesn't care and he just smirks at you, still on his knees and gazing at you.

He grabs onto your ankle with a sly grin and presses a soft kiss on your warm flesh.

[sodomiie]

.⋆♱ PLAYTHING. - n. gilga

♱ OCTOBER 2 ! ᥫ᭡ ... KIDNAPPING

──── CW: 18+, modern au, sosuke aizen has really unethical business practices, gin is mentioned too, journalist!fem!reader, nnoitra needs a cw in general imo, restraints, knives, descriptions of blood/cuts, use of misogynistic terms (this is nnoitra we’re talking about of course this will be here), very dubious consent, mouth kink, throatfucking, choking quite a bit of choking actually, no prep, he highkey does not care about your pleasure but also he lowkey does

──── A/N: I'M LATE AGAIN SHIBALLLL.... it's okay. i'll deal. sorry for not posting yesterday, i had lots of homework due that i just did Not do until the very last minute. anyway, enjoy this extremely self-indulgent drabble that got a little too out of hand. i like the idea of being manhandled and treated really badly by this man and now the rest of you have to deal with it too

──── WC: 1.7k, not proofread!

your lungs are burning, chest heaving up and down in an erratic mess as you struggle against the rope that binds your wrists together. your legs were tied to the back legs of the metal chair you were seated upon, spread apart to a degree that made it impossible to move them. you should be able to get out of this, the rope seems more than thin enough to do so, but its thinness makes each desperate movement dig the fibers deeper and deeper into your skin and taking the pain from a chafe to a burn before the last few struggles bring the gross feeling of warm blood trickling down the junction of your forearms. your stomach churns at the sensation- you’ve never been this weak, tears of frustration prickle at the corners of your eyes as you continue to shift around wildly in place.

gaps in your memory linger unfilled between that celebratory dinner with your editor, gin ichimaru, and the present. from that final sip of your champagne onwards, it all remains one hell of a concerning blur in the events of this evening, and you’re no longer sure what time it even is outside.

you knew better than to scream- no one (at least no one willing to help) would be in a place like this. that’s the point of these empty warehouses anyway, you weren’t stupid. you knew exactly who was responsible for your current position in the first place- that article you wrote, the exposé on the unethical dealings of multimillionaire ceo sosuke aizen, that shit put one hell of a target on your back. you were aware of the dangers of writing such a piece, one that most journalists with even a shred of common sense would avoid like the plague. it was easier for things to go unsaid and have them swept under the rug than to incur the wrath of aizen and his associates, but you were wary to a fault.

the soft rhythmic dripping of your blood to the floor is soon accompanied by the percussion of footsteps approaching just where you remained like a sitting duck.

“s’ you’re the one that he wanted me to take care of? ya know, i was expectin’ somebody a little more, hmm… threatening?” your captor’s voice was raspy, rough, condescending. if you were any dumber, you would have believed he may choose to let you go. your eyes were trained on the floor, refusing to even so much as look at his shoes, much to his chagrin.

“eyes up here, girl. i’ll consider keeping you ‘round if ya know how to listen.”

you don’t want to look up. you don’t want to put a face to this poison-ridden voice, but the toe of his shoe harshly pushes your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. the man in front of you would tower over you if you were just standing up, doubly so now that you’re seated. dark hair, seemingly well-taken care of, cascaded down his back like stark lines of ink. an eyepatch covered one eye as the gaze of the other roved down your frame, sizing you up like a predator. he grinned widely, the sadistic excitement dripping from his expression making your blood run cold. from what you knew from your investigation, this had to be nnoitra gilga, aizen’s “pr manager,” who somehow always had a knack at getting people to agree to aizen’s demands. now you knew exactly why.

“shame ya spoiled it all by pokin’ your nose where it shouldn’t be. yer real cute,” as if to punctuate his statement, slender fingers reached out to roughly, punishingly, grip your chin, the soft flesh of your cheeks smushing under his grasp. despite still wearing the dress you attended the dinner in, you felt fully naked under nnoitra’s scrutinizing gaze. he released you with a manic chuckle, turning his back to you to walk over to the nearby table, picking up a switchblade. your heart hammered in the confines of your chest as the metal blade glimmered under the single, dingy light of the room.

“thanks for bein’ here, though. ’ll have fun breakin’ you.”

“please. just let me… go.” your voice comes out broken, rough from the sheer dryness of your throat. you can’t even remember the last time you had something to drink.

“y’know, maybe you’re right… maybe i got the wrong girl.” the man in front of you mumbled, voice softer, almost apologetic as he stopped in his tracks. despite the hope bubbling up in your chest, you barely had a minute to breathe before those slender hands had your throat in a bruising grip, your airflow all but fully cut off, a feral glint in his eyes.

”you weren’t stupid enough to think i make mistakes, right?” nnoitra’s statement was punctuated by a cackle, “y' must be a dumber bitch than i thought!”

your head shook as quickly as you could make it, the motions and the lack of oxygen making your head spin. it was clear nnoitra relished in the sight of you struggling to stay conscious with your lips turning blue, his crazed grin only growing wider as he released you from his grip and instead opting to shove two fingers into your mouth with no warning. you gagged at the sudden intrusion, fresh tears prickling at the corners of your eyes once more. his digits swirled around your tongue, feeling the wetness of it all, and he noted just how quiet, how pliant you’d become just from that.

“mh, maybe that pretty mouth’s good enough for somethin’ other’n spoutin’ bullshit.” despite your instincts telling you that you needed to get the fuck out, you couldn’t help the rush of heat to your stomach, the room all of a sudden feeling far too hot for your liking, yet your body feeling way too cold.

“aizen didn’t tell me what he wanted me to do with ya, pretty. lucky me, guess i get to have my own fun.” cool metal traced your throat as the tip of nnoitra’s knife danced across your previously unscathed skin, tiny rivulets of crimson blood staggered across the canvas of your neck where sharpened blade broke skin. despite every remaining ounce of mental fortitude you had left in you, a muffled, broken whine left your lips as you felt a warm tongue drag across the cuts, leaving angry red bites and dark purple bruises scattered between the shallow wounds.

nnoitra’s fingers left the wet heat of your mouth with a wet pop, and you could only watch with that heat stirring between your thighs as he observed the lewd strings of your saliva connecting his digits. with a prideful huff, he undid his belt, taking the time to free his half-hard cock from the confines of his dark trousers. your eyes widened as you saw the sheer length of his manhood, if his fingers (and quite frankly the rest of him) were anything to go by, his cock was nothing if not proportional. he brought the tip to your lips, slapping it against the plush skin in a manner that was nothing short of demeaning.

“c’mon, doll. use your mouth like y’were meant to.” nnoitra’s voice had that same condescending tone as he disregarded any sign of your own comfort, forcing his cock past your lips with a guttural groan. it was clear nnoitra only cared about his own pleasure, his now-free hand gripping the back of your skull to force you impossibly deeper down his length, the punishing rhythm he’d set drilling the head of his cock into the spongy back of your throat over and over and over. it was nothing short of messy, tears flooding your eyes and spilling onto your flushed as your breathing was inhibited and spit flowing freely from your lips with each thrust as you struggled to adjust even slightly.

“nnh- knew keepin’ ya alive was… hnn- a good idea..” nnoitra growled, voice low yet still maintaining that trademark raspiness. his grip on your hair grew painful as his hips began to stutter and his cock twitched in your throat with his impending release. you gagged impossibly loudly as thick spurts of his seed spilled down your throat, slender hand holding your head steady as he finished with a moan that bordered on feral.

“’s right, take it. y’should be thankful ‘m not slittin’ your throat right where y’are.” the vitriol in his voice was addicting, in no way aiding the throbbing pulse between your slick thighs. nnoitra roughly pulled your head off of him, allowing you a mere minute to breathe again before those same hands hiked up the fabric of your dress, exposing your lower half to him entirely.

“enjoying this? disgustin’. bet y’fuck just anyone t’get a story outta them,” the malice in his voice was almost fully masked by lust by this point, a loud moan leaving your lips as nnoitra teased your dripping slit through the fabric of your panties. you hated how he was right, hated how you barely fought back, giving into the most basic and primal of your urges when faced with the mere possibility of death. his fingers rubbed teasingly slow circles around your clit, deliberately denying you of the exact kind of stimulation you so badly craved.

“please… can’t take it ‘nymore…” your whimpered plea was so silent that it nearly went unheard, but who was nnoitra to deny you when you looked so pliant, so cute under him? he didn’t speak this time, moving your panties to the side and wordlessly slicking his fully recovered length up with the remnants of your arousal on his fingertips before lining himself up with your dripping, needy cunt.

the stretch was incredibly painful. you didn’t think you could handle him even with prep, so barely any made it nearly impossible to think of anything else other than the sting and the sheer fullness. nnoitra didn’t even have to try to have his tip kiss your cervix, coaxing loud, broken moans from you as you writhed in your restraints underneath him. his free hand had since moved to rove all over your body, groping and squeezing roughly before settling on the back of the metal chair to hold you steady as he pounded into you with reckless abandon.

“fuuck, you’re squeezin’ me so good, y’re made for this, yeah?” you could only nod at his words as tears fell from your thick lashes, your walls fluttering around him from the stimulation of it all. both of your panting and groaning as well as the slick sounds of your coupling echoed lewdly in the confines of the room, a sinful symphony that sounded like anything but torture.

© sodomiie, 2025

MASTERLIST

[lightfeltmemories]

giving the mantis a bath

nnoitra gilga , genderless reader | sfw

can be interpreted as both platonic or romantic, reader (they/them) is referred to as "the human" because why not, soft nnoi?? i've never heard of her (he lurvs you smmmm don't worry).

"how's that feeling?"

"mmh."

a simple hum is all he could muster, as their fingers were coated in the suds of fruity scented shampoo massage the scalp of the quinta espada, currently completely naked, sitting in a tub that's a tad bit too small for him, the human he didn't expect to ever have a bond with wasn't living in a fancy house, and this tub was not built for two meter tall arrancars.

but nonetheless, they made it work, much to his dismay, at first acting akin to a dog not wanting to take a bath after it rolled around in mud, but instead, this dog had went on yet another murder spree, and this, no his human was treating him as if he was a docile puppy.

the human grabbed their handheld shower head and turned on the water to where it's comfortably warm, spraying his hair to wash away the shampoo, sand, and blood of his enemies, turning the shallow pool of water below into a light, muddy red, his hair coming back shinier and cleaner than ever.

"has anyone complimented your hair yet?" the human asked abruptly, ending the comfortable silence.

"... i guess tesla noticed that it smelled different." nnoitra responds, mumbling, but was coherent due to the echo of the bathroom, on top of leaving out some extra juicy details.

"hmm, you know, i have yet to meet this 'tesla'."

the human grabs the conditioner, shaking then squeezing the bottle, white liquid oozing out of it, and once they were done, they massaged it into his scalp, the same sweet scented product, the scent of fruits and florals, much too soft for a mass murdering hollow.

after an entire year, nnoitra has pretty much grown used to this routine, every time he comes back from hueco mundo, usually covered in blood that's usually not his, he's pulled into the small bathroom and given a five star salon treatment, then afterwards, it was dinner time, where they'd cook for him, and then it was time for bed.

that's how the routine goes, and it hasn't changed much since.

and he would come back, no matter how much he told himself that he didn't deserve this treatment, and that it should be saved for someone better, but the longer he's away, the more empty he feels, missing the loving words, hot meals and sleeping throughout the night in his very own room, covered in the scent of his favorite human.

at this point, it was too late to deny any feelings he had for them, it was undeniable how much the human meant to him, remembering back then, by that point he stayed here for only two months, much more distant, prone to throwing insults and threats, and pulling away from any affection he was shown, the human had asked;

"if you truly wished to kill me, why am i still here, standing in front of you? you would've done it the second you opened your eyes, only to see my face."

them saying this made him want to slice their head clean off their shoulders, but the more he thought about it, more he realized.

they were right.

to him, admitting this truth would admit to him essentially sucking up to this human, but, it's true, if he wanted them dead, they would've been dead, a true monster wouldn't care about the life of such a caring human, if he truly hated them, wishing to spill their blood, splattered on the walls of their comfortable abode...

he would've done it over a year ago, that very moment his eyes laid upon them, looking up at them seeing those soft features.

but yet, he's still here.

allowing the human to place a transparent cap over his head, something about waiting ten minutes for it to set properly, grabbing bottles of product and lathering it over his scarred body, hierro lowered to allow them access to the soft fleshy skin beneath, yet another sweet scented product identical to the shampoo and conditioner.

scrubbing away the dirt and dried blood that clings to his skin, the sounds of water and foamy soap lathering on his skin is all that's echoing the bathroom at the very moment, and.. the soft hums from the human.

the human stands up to stretch, letting out a loud groan, then drying off the excess water from the hands and arms with a large towel.

"you should get up too." they said, in that ever so caring voice of theirs.

and yet, he stands up, head almost touching the ceiling, one foot out of the tub, and yet another follows behind, the scene left behind in the tub was... something, but nothing a little cleaning would fix.

the human goes on to now dry his skin off, he is now coated in the scent of fruits and flowers, only to return back to the usual smell of blood, sand and metal when he returns to the endless desert of hueco mundo.

the thought of tesla noticing the unusual scent, having dare complimenting him, szayelaporro having made a comment about how he "finally paid attention to his self care routine," hell, even lord aizen asking what shampoo he used.

it was too damn much.

this human was embarrassing him, tainting the image he has of being a heartless, cold blooded killer, next thing you know, the other espada are going to talk about how he's gone soft, and how his mate had finally tamed the beast, and-

"i'll be starting dinner soon, in the meantime, you're free to do what you want." the human walks out of the bathroom, leaving him there, only for them to return, peaking their head at the entrance, with one final message.

"just... don't get dirty again." as he is once again, left to his thoughts, only for him to think.

' i wonder what they're making this time... '