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[yarugawitch]

How are you ?

I'm fine!! sorry I've been super busy and uninspired lately but I'll get back to writing soon

[yarugawitch]

hii! prompt wise i feel like nnoitra is concerned a lot with what he's "supposed" to be and he's overly cautious of how others view him (as weak or strong) so how do you think a carefree bold s/o would have an effect on him? someone who doesnt care about traditional roles, lets others be however they want to be, doesnt let others label and box them or the people around them? i feel like it would be a good influence even if he outright sneers them at first

Nnoitra/Reader: Headcanons for a bolder S/O

a great ask!! there are a lot of thoughts on the way i see nnoitra to add a little bit of context so i hope this doesn't read like a fucking character essay 🙈

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A love interest like this can be very poisonous for his own self-image at first. I think you have to be either very distant or cautious at least while he's trying to asses you or else he's likely to view you as a danger to his own peace which should be avoided or eliminated. But the thing is that that's the kind of person who'd work the best with him. Personally, I think to Nnoitra labeling and dividing people, over-simplifying some things and maintaining an image is something of a coping mechanism to keep his mind off things like the horrors of arrancar existence and his own insecurities. I mean... being purposefully ignorant is very fitting for someone missing an eye not because he somehow lost it in battle but because he was made this way. So people who also label him as either an idol like Tesla or a tyrant like everybody else and see him as nothing beyond these titles mean nothing to him. They might as well be grains of sand beneath his heel. And even though he's usually too self-absorbed and consumed with his own thoughts, wishes and fears to see others as they are Nnoitra actually hates people who are shallow with him. Ironically enough you have to fight or at least challenge him even when it comes to emotions and feelings in order for Gilga to acknowledge you

All that said I believe that once he's done spitting venom at you he'd find himself very entertained with any other conversations you share. This would help him slowly but surely open up even if it's hard sometimes. Painful even. Someone who doesn't see speaking about just anything as a weakness or unnecessary nonsense and constantly shows it will surely make him more talkative. I love thinking back to that one scene where he asked Ichigo about his name and promised to try to remember it, only to say "I already forgot your name sorry" like one chapter later. And because of it, I'm convinced Nnoitra is actually very fucking funny sometimes. So seeing someone almost rolling on the ground laughing without being scared of looking stupid would make him fall in love even more

Nnoitra is a troubled and miserable man... which doesn't take away the fact that he's also a terrible person but nonetheless he can't help but feel both intimidated and enamored with someone who sees his personality attractive without taking his strength, rank and number of battles he's won into account. No strong/weak talk. Just him. Being the man he is he'd probably think it's some sick joke or weird obsession with just plain bad people at first because of course it has to be this, can't have faith in you people, but once he gets his shit rocked because the s/o doesn't take no shit from anybody he'd start to feel something. To him being seen through his tough armor and still being taken seriously even after you realize what he's actually like is oh so very scary but also so thrilling and intimate he could die

Despite Tesla's dedication to Nnoitra and Nnoitra alone, I think this guy can be easily enamored by someone like this, too. Seeing Tesla all giddy and puppy-eyed with anyone beside him is a huge sign something is going on for Nnoitra. It means he's not just imagining things. And well, Gilga can run away and ignore everything all he wants but getting jealous is the biggest reality check he can get because this man's ego is a tad too big to let it slide

He won't take any of this without fighting back of course. At first, he'd try to do something about the person who makes him feel too much when he's not ready for it. And later on, he'd try to best you. Even though he'd start to open up I'm sure Nnoitra's not the one to let himself be on the receiving end all the time even if it's as small as taking him seriously 😭 At least because it's embarrassing. So as to not be outdone he'd try to be more genuine, more present. Of course, given his personality, height and the amount of arms he can possess, being physically affectionate is much easier for him. You can't do anything with him being bigger in general so it makes him feel more confident and imposing while he's trying to win the "who swoons first" game lol

[yarugawitch]

I just wanted to tell you I loved your Mayuri headcanons so much! Your ideas are my favorite and you do such an amazing job portraying him!

omg thank you so much!! I'm glad cuz sometimes I tend to overthink and worry that I'm remembering something wrong or misinterpreting the character all the time 🤧

[yarugawitch]

May I add you to my bleach writers list ? And do you write for aizen, shinji, gin, adult uryu, szayel, yumichicka, Izuru, muramasa, or ulquiorra ?

sure thing! and yeah all of these characters are very welcome here so if you have any specific requests (headcanon, one-shot, nsfw/sfw, au, etc.) i'd be happy to write something for you

[yarugawitch]

Are you an 18+ adult so I may interact?

I am 19 yeah

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Mayuri/Reader: Non-Specific SFW Headcanons

I made a post with request information :) You can check it out in the masterpost or down below

art by me

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Kurotsuchi wouldn't resent the fact that he harbors any romantic feelings towards you even though depending on the person it can either surprise or confuse him that something like this had even occurred. In his mind, only a fool would deny and hate something that happens naturally because trying to reject a mental and physical process is just plain weakness. And he tends to be a very straightforward man, too. However, he deems these kinds of feelings to be very... well, inconvenient with his position and status to put it simply. It would take up too much time and resources to try to meet the standards of how one usually reciprocates feelings (because of course he has to or else you would probably nag him about it) and would just literally sabotage his image in the eyes of other Shinigami which is a huge fucking deal for him. So to avoid any misunderstandings or unnecessary heartbreaks if he knows you like him Mayuri would choose to never acknowledge anything that is happening. Which is kinda... contradictory to his own opinion on the matter so he fails miserably to hide his sympathies sometimes lmao. I'm sure he can be biased toward people he likes or people who like him whether he intends to be or not

It's especially bad if you make positive, or even better enthusiastic, comments on his appearance. In this moment his ego just overshadows any last traces of the rational approach he had to the way he deals with his love for you and gives way to all kinds of other things. If he's feeling generous enough he can even let you watch him put on his makeup or plan his next outfit accessory. You said you like his hands? Why thank you! Now you can watch him show them off more frequently by gesturing or making more physical contact while touching your shoulder for a brief moment for example. You showed interest in something he made just for himself? You'll find it on your desk later whether it's food, some accessory or a small device just to make some mundane task easier and/or more fun. Actually, I also think after some time he'd even make attempts to make some adjustments to the way you dress or do your hair to match his own splendor

Would probably end up spending an embarrassing amount of time meticulously collecting info on you and unconsciously remembering everyday facts he never even thought of noting before down to... idk... the way you make your coffee or your menstrual cycle if you have one. He doesn't shun letting you know he knows

Unexpected late-night visits to his lab while he's plugging away at the last of the reports for the day are pretty much unwelcome. It's the time he spends alone and uses to muse about things however tiring it may be at such an hour. However, in this case, he realizes that having you sit next to him while he's working isn't half bad. He'd let you ask questions from time to time if you're curious and would even infodump you with various project ideas he has in mind. Being in a very disheveled state with practically no makeup on while casually sharing his thoughts is pretty intimate to him actually

Kurotsuchi should be thankful Ashisogi Jizo never takes the form shown in the Zanpakuto rebellion arc because the thing would be the biggest snitch ever. Just flying full speed into you to cuddle no matter whether under Muramasa's influence or not. He would absolutely bawl his eyes out if he somehow didn't see you nearby when releasing poison in his Konjiki form and throw a fit while doing so for everyone to see, too. Jizo's pea brain can't or doesn't want to grasp the fact that he's making a huge fool out of his own Shinigami and it's not like Mayuri can just make him explode like he did in the anime because Jizo is practically glued to you which undoubtedly will make it hurt and makes him contemplate this decision, further proving that they both share roughly the same feelings towards you. However, he does understand that his owner is trying to separate you two so Ashisogi Jizo won't hesitate to try and paralyze even him with the extruding blades if Kurotsuchi tries to get him off you. All of Mayuri's sympathy would just manifest in the most annoying way when his zanpakuto's spirit form is present, turning the yellow creature into a clingy possessive baby who constantly seeks attention by squealing non-stop, as if talking, or giving small gifts. In this scenario, Jizo would return to his sword form only if Mayuri accepted his fate of "co-parenting" for some time a.k.a. spending time together while other captains and lieutenants are busting their asses fighting their own zanpakuto

[yarugawitch]

☾ Request Info ☾ REQUESTS OPEN

Can and will change so make sure to check it frequently if you're interested😪

☾ Rules and other info:

I'm doing this for fun!! I'm sorry for my lack of experience and not having any idea of how any of this works lmao

No spamming please let's just be friends

I'm very dependent on being inspired rather than writing stuff because of an obligation to do it and it shows so some posts may be smaller than the others and some request can be left untouched

Make NSFW requests at your own risk because I'm not exactly fun, eloquent or creative with this stuff but I'll try me best nonetheless

I love all kinds of AUs and specific requests!!

I love xeno and can write violence

Comment please I love reading what you have to say

☾ Fandoms:

Bleach

One Piece

Kengan Ashura/Omega

Genshin Impact

☾ Preferable characters (optional):

Bleach: Nnoitra, Mayuri, As Nodt, Bazz-B, Grimmjow, Shinji, Kensei, Ulquiorra, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Urahara, all of the girls except for the ones from TYBW

One Piece: Kid, Wire, Killer, Law, Doflamingo, Rosinante, Jinbei, Ace, Marco, Nami Kengan: Anybody Genshin: Anybody but teens and characters with child body types obviously

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Nnoitra/Reader(RU): "Повадки"

One-shot, SFW, OC, доместик, оска шинигами

старая работа, ннойтра тут как-то ласковый но ничего страшного

>Мастерпост

Со временем у Аой начало складываться ощущение, будто она следила за повадками Ннойтры не меньше ученых из научного института.

Не то чтобы она делала это специально. Просто, когда ты живешь с кем-то в одной комнате больше года, представление о твоем соседе формируется само по себе. Даже Иккаку неосознанно, но запомнил как и что делает Юмичика, сколько он спит, в какие дни у него особенно плохое настроение и когда с ним лучше не разговаривать, пускай с его погруженностью в собственные дела это и заняло гораздо больше времени, нежели это заняло сейчас у Аой. Чтение людей, анализ привычек и их запоминание выходили у нее довольно непроизвольно. C ее проницательностью это было так же просто, как дышать. И иногда это портило ей жизнь.

Из-за того, что первое время отношения с Ннойтрой были напряженными и тот не всегда хотел с ней разговаривать, ей только и оставалось, что наблюдать за его языком тела, к чему еще прибавлялся ее интерес к пустым и его немного инопланетной комплекции.

Арранкар был распущен и вместе с этим ужасно закрыт. Ничего необычного, вполне человеческая черта. В готее он таким был не первым и уж точно не последним.

Это хорошо было заметно по тому, как расслабленно и развязно он себя вел рядом с ней днем, явно чувствуя физическое превосходство, и как он спал по ночам: повернувшись к ней спиной на бок с дырой пустого, чтобы легко можно было повернуть голову и единственным глазом посмотреть в ее сторону. Для этого он буквально в первую же ночь рядом согнал ее с привычного места и заставил точно так же спать спиной к нему.

К утру он всегда сворачивался в калачик и закрывался руками. Как бы он ни ложился до этого. Это было его собственной защитной реакцией, чем-то подсознательным, и он ничего не мог с этим сделать, даже если бы попытался. Как только ему стало с ней комфортно настолько, чтобы буквально уходить в спячку и не просыпаться в ту же секунду, что и она, эта поза стала для нее привычной картиной. Наверняка он так спал и в Уэко Мундо. Никакой комфорт теплой комнаты и мягкого футона не изменит старую привычку защищаться еще как минимум десяток лет, если не больше, ведь за его плечами было несколько веков кромешного ужаса.

От этой мысли ей становилось невыносимо его жалко. Аой, конечно, никогда ему этого не скажет – это только ухудшит отношения, и он закроется окончательно. Да и зачем? Ради того, чтобы потешить свое эго тем, как она все знает и понимает, разве что. Ее саму бы взбесило, скажи ей кто-нибудь, что он понимает, какая она травмированная, а в его случае ничего хуже буквально не придумаешь. Это поступок сродни тому, чтобы отобрать у него последние крупицы силы и гордости, поэтому пытать судьбу и портить с трудом выстроенные нормальные отношения ей не хотелось.

Но вот с желанием украдкой гладить его и убирать спутавшиеся смольно-черные волосы с лица, каждый раз, когда она просыпалась, Аой ничего не могла поделать. Даже зная, что этот наглец каждую ночь трогал себя, лежа буквально в футе от нее. Ей было мерзко от этого только первое время, но потом она свыклась с этой мыслью. Он крайне редко будил ее возней и никогда не трогал ни буквально, ни метафорически, так что… чем бы дитя не тешилось. Видимо, так Ннойтре становилось легче.

В любом случае, в глубоком сне, ее аккуратных касаний он не замечал, потому что в иной ситуации Джилга бы точно взорвался от такой своевольности. Либо же он позволял ей себя касаться, в чем она сильно сомневалась. На этом его привычки, связанные со сном, не кончались. В этом плане он был, словно открытая книга.

Он никогда не спал при ком-то, кроме Аой. Это льстило. Когда они разговаривали перед сном, он не заботился о том, чтобы поменять позу, и засыпал на спине или вообще лицом к ней. Аой всегда включала музыку, если работала у себя в комнате или занималась чем-то, что требовало сосредоточения. Ннойтра редко жаловался на ее вкус, но как только проигрыватель переключался на Agoraphobia или Make Out Party, он тут же начинал дремать прямо на полу.

Каждый раз, когда намечался визит к Куроцучи, он просыпался гораздо позже и по возвращении в покои Ииджимы ложился спать раньше обычного. Он явно не хотел там быть. Маюри его бесил. Не потому что он был безумцем – среди эспад был, кажется, кадр и похуже – , а потому что он заставлял его испытывать эмоции и стресс прежде ему не свойственные. Аой до сих пор помнила то, как после очередного осмотра Ннойтра вернулся совершенно истощенным, и, после того, как он уснул буквально на 13 часов, весь следующий вечер они проговорили о его растущем отвращении к тому, как устроено его тело. Его ужасало то, что под неуязвимой оболочкой, так сильно похожей на человека, вместо нормальных органов скрывалась мешанина из энергии и тканей. Бесформенная и бесцельная,поддерживающая подобие жизнедеятельности, будто бы из одной только ненависти. 

Было в этом что-то ироничное. Ннойтра это и сам понимал. Наверное, от того ему и было так мерзко об этом задумываться. Жажда силы и крови была единственной вещью, которая не позволяла ему задаваться вопросами о своем существовании, а теперь, когда у него не было возможности держаться за соломинку в виде боев насмерть, а его сила оказалась оспорена, все комплексы и страхи полезли наружу с удвоенной силой, благодаря усилиям одного лишь Маюри.

Была ли Аой благодарна капитану двенадцатого за то, что он сумел расколоть его скорлупу? Возможно. Потому что обычно только после него все содержимое выливалось наружу, и Ннойтра охотно делился переживаниями. Аой не испытывала какого-то садисткого удовлетворения или желания и дальше копаться в чужой голове, чтобы таким образом “наладить” отношения и привязать его к себе, от этого. Она брала ровно столько, сколько он ей давал. Этого было более, чем достаточно.

Аой была приятно удивлена тому, каким настоящим и похожим на нее он был. Похожие страхи, похожие размышления. Мягкие, склизкие, отравляющие жизнь. Вдруг оказалось, что образ мерзкого беспринципного зверя был хрупче ракушки на песчаном пляже. Может поэтому он так не нравился ее занпакто? Если бы Санта Тереза имела душу, то там наверное сидел бы такой же Тогецумэ, в таком же захламленном закрытом кабинете.

От такого аккуратного наблюдения за ним и балансирования между поддержкой и попытками не вмешиваться, формирование привязанности и какой-то странной, неуловимой связи было лишь вопросом времени. Конечно, было множество вещей за которые она его не прощала и которые ее вымораживали, ничего из перечисленного не перекрывало его характер полностью. Но и это влечение она отрицать не могла, хоть и старалась не придавать ему слишком много значения, до тех пор, пока лед не тронется окончательно.

Лишь время могло показать, к чему это приведет.

О, эта тугая, тяжелая и душная неопределенность…

Такая же тугая, тяжелая и душная, как это утро.

Аой проснулась от нехватки кислорода и копошения за ухом, чтобы обнаружить, что Ннойтра был буквально за ней. Все четыре руки были обвиты вокруг нее. Без какой-либо пошлости, но оттого менее странной ситуация не становилась.

Арранкар крепко прижимал ее к груди, с каким-то интересом принюхиваясь к ее шее, аккуратно водя по ней носом. От этого у нее чуть было не встали волосы на затылке. Хотелось оттолкнуть его, но от ошеломления и легкого испуга ��на не могла заставить себя двигаться. Только лишь замерла, прислушиваясь к чужому дыханию и размышляя над тем, что вообще, черт возьми, делать.

– Я знаю, что ты не спишь, женщина, – вполне спокойно хмыкнул пустой, даже не отрываясь от своего занятия. – Или ты правда думаешь, что это окоченение притворившегося мертвым животного похоже на сон?

– Ннойтра, что происходит?

– Ничего. Просто ты теплая, мягкая и очень вкусно пахнешь, а я голодный, – с явной ухмылкой в голосе протянул он, положив голову на нее.

– Ты мог просто меня разбудить, если тебе нужна моя реацу...

– Не настолько голодный. Я не собираюсь и не хочу ничего сейчас делать, лежи.

Аой снова замолкла и наконец расслабилась в его руках, несмотря на замешательство. Забавно, она и правда не заметила, как резко напряглась, словно напуганный зверек.

– Что-то случилось?

А ведь и правда, почему он проснулся раньше нее? Более того, раньше ее будильника.

Глубокое, мерное дыхание за спиной тут же прекратилось, и лицевые мышцы пустого ощутимо расслабились, будто бы он перестал улыбаться. Повисла тишина.

– …Ладно, забудь.

– Мне так спокойнее. Я же сказал, что ты приятно пахнешь.

– И..?

– Мне приснился дурной сон, – нетерпеливо цыкнул Ннойтра, намекая на то, что пора бы уже заканчивать расспросы. Аой действительно заткнулась. Сны это личное. К тому же, этого ответа было достаточно. 

Она его успокаивает… Хм.

Улыбка сама полезла на лицо от мысли об этом. Это было на удивление нежным и милым жестом. Может, стоило немного помочь ему. Да и выбранная им поза была крайне неудобной, а, судя по темени за окном, было еще слишком рано, чтобы оставаться в сознании. Аой с большим трудом развернулась в мертвой хватке и встретилась с ним лицом. Тот удивленно и почти расстроенно глянул на нее, будто она собиралась уходить, но его тут же обхватили руками в ответ, зарывшись носом в ключицу, чтобы избавить от надобности смотреть на нее. 

– Ложись спать.

Ннойтра ничего не сказал. 

Лишь обнял ее еще крепче.

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Ulquiorra/reader(RU): "Две души" НЕЗАКОНЧЕНО

пока что не тегаю

Доковыляв до луга, Улькиорра тут же изможденно упал на землю и проскользил локтями и предплечьем немного вперед, пачкая белую форму влажной почвой. У него с огромным усилием выходило дышать — боль была почти невыносимой, но когда легкий мандраж и одышка сошли на нет, а воздух наконец начал поступать в легкие — или что там вообще было у него внутри — ровным ритмом, он вдохнул полной грудью. Все богатство запахов леса тут уже ударило ему в ноздри. Свежая зеленая листва, еловые иглы, редкие полевые цветы, мокрая земля. Улькиорра утер кровавую слюну, пузырящуюся на губах и подбородке, и опустился еще сильнее, чтобы жадно вдохнуть аромат травы. Такой свежий, влажный и прятно щекочущий обоняние и разум… Шифер был готов едва ли не разорваться от головокружения, вызванного таким ярким контрастом с тем, что он обычно ощущал в Уэко Мундо. Едва ли бескрайние просторы богом забытой пустыни моги порадовать чем-то подобным. Улькиорра с трудом перевернулся на спину, и растения радушно приняли его израненное тело в свои объятия, позволяя провалиться как можно глубже. Пускай и за счет собственных стеблей. Спиной он почувствовал, как прилипла к коже намокшая одежда. Во время прошлого его визита в мир людей ему было совсем не до любования природой. Его будто вообще ничего не волновало в тот момент. А ведь тогда тоже были деревья. Впрочем, прямо сейчас, при свете луны луны и звезд, которые теперь не скрывала от взора густая крона леса, у него было все время вселенной, чтобы поразмышлять над запахами и звуками, что его окружали. Хорошо хоть человекоподобная форма позволяла лучше прочувствовать оставшейся рукой мягкость и легкие уколы веток под ладонью, пока тот пусто пялился на бледный убывающий полумесяц на небе.

Улькиорра болезненно сощурился. Он так надеялся на то, что это тело наконец сможет пролить свет на вещи, которые еще с рождения для него были тайной, но все это время оно приносило лишь разочарование и ничего больше. Внутри не было ничего даже близко похожего на сердце, а его мировосприятие совершенно не изменилось. Проблема была сокрыта намного глубже и лишь обрела новенькую блестящую оболочку, изо всех сил старающуюся быть похожей на шинигами. Инструмент в чужих руках, ведомый в чужой игре. Он даже не заметил ловкого смещения внимания с его собственных желаний и амбиций на чужие цели. Или же не хотел замечать. Вся эта бесполезная з��варушка хорошо занимала голову чем-то помимо бесконечного экзистенциального ужаса, но теперь… Айзен скорее всего был мертв. Или пропал. Или был пойман. В любом случае, его больше не было, а значит, его бесконечное ментальное самоистязание делало новый виток.

Как же хотелось есть… Снова почувствовать во рту что-то кроме собственной, уже свернувшейся, крови и хотя бы ненадолго утолить жажду и душевную боль.

Но за все десятки километров, что он прошел, как только очутился здесь, он не почувствовал своей пескизой ни одного пустого. Это могло означать лишь одно — эта территория была настолько оторвана от цивилизации, что здесь попросту было нечему умирать и перевоплощаться. Здесь, в долине между гор, густо усеянной лесами, что слышат лишь пение птиц и перешептывание ветвей, а не мысли толп и потерявшихся путников, не было места ни страданиям, ни сожалениям, ни мучительной смерти, после которой душа теряет всякую человечность и свой якорь, становясь вечным изгнанником во всех мирах.

Какое хорошее место. Здесь было бы неплохо встретить свою кончину. Может, именно оно даст ему тот самый покой, к которому он так стремился. Усталость начала бурить кости, и Улькиорра почувствовал какую-то странную легкость, накрывающую его, несмотря на ранения. Он тяжело вздохнул, закрыв глаза. 

Черт знает, сколько он тогда проспал. К моменту, когда его слух вновь уловил звуки мира вокруг, деревья у краев луга успели сменить свой цвет на слегка желтоватый. Желтый и изумрудный зеленый… Цвета, которые нельзя было встретить в Уэко Мундо и которые он тесно ассоциировал лишь с одним собой. Здесь они были повсюду, будто он принадлежал этому месту. 

Рука так и не отросла. Ее просто не было — как бы он не пытался мысленно сжать на ней пальцы или активировать регенерацию. Без пищи его организму понадобилось намного больше времени и ресурсов, чтобы восстановиться после потери руки и огромного объема крови. Было даже удивительно, что он вообще выжил после всего произошедшего. Ему уже доводилось наблюдать за тем, как его сородичи гибли от ранений немногим хуже его собственных, но Улькиорра все еще жил, дышал и имел удовольствие слышать пение птиц, беззаботно пролетающих высоко в небе. Несмотря ни на что, что-то глубоко в нем все еще отчаянно держалось за жизнь. Может, это измученное жалкое тело все-таки хотело помочь ему найти свою правду. 

Шифер открыл глаза и мутным взглядом описал небо над собой, пытаясь разлепить губы, склеенные кровью. Без хиерро, которая больше не покрывала его тело, незащищенная и нежная кожа раздражающе отошла от мяса в некоторых местах. Больно. Унизительно больно для эспады такого-то ранга. Но не то чтобы эти титулы сейчас что-то значили. Четверка на груди была ничем иным, как горьким напоминанием, более не имеющим смысла в новом мире. Возможно позже он займется тем, что избавится от нее, содрав кожу, как когда-то опозорили Джагерджака. Пусть это и явно будет больнее ранок на губах. 

Он то и дело проваливался обратно в дрему и снова просыпался, но прежде, чем он снова впал в спячку на еще добрые пару месяцев, его разбудил голос. Женский. — Так это ты мне тут все это время животину распугивал? 

Улькиорра нахмурился, но тут же открыл глаза, встретившись взглядом с нарушительницей спокойствия, стоявшей над ним с ружьем. Судя по тому, как она встрепенулась и приготовила прежде лениво висящую в руке винтовку, бубнеж под нос был скорее риторическим вопросом себе самой. Неужели он настолько был похож на труп? 

Даже если и так, мысль об этом ее, кажется, ни капли не напугала.

— Парень, ты в порядке? — такой неестественный и глупый вопрос, когда он звучит из-за дула. — Тут видимо уже месяц или два ходят волки, это они тебя так?

Он вскинул бровь настолько выразительно, насколько мог в своем состоянии.

— Мои овцы все время ходили сюда пастись, это их любимое место, а теперь… — незнакомка ненадолго задумалась, явно заметив его маску с рогом. Потом ее вопрошающий взгляд устремился прямо в зияющую в горле Улькиорры дыру пустого. Она свела брови к переносице, но все-таки тряхнула головой и продолжила. — А теперь обходят окраину леса стороной и постоянно озираются, как один. 

Послышался немного нервный смешок.

— Явно же не ты тут местный чупакабра.

Какое неуместное обзывательство. Улькиорра ни разу в жизни не видел коз и уж тем более их не сосал.

Впрочем, подозрения в его сторону были вполне весомыми и очень даже имеющими возможность стать реальностью. Он все еще ужасно хотел есть. 

Не то чтобы во всем мире было хоть что-то, что смогло бы насытить бездонный аппетит арранкара, будь то пища для тела или размышлений, но хотя бы пара капель крови сейчас была бы просто раем. Улькиорра почти чувствовал, как из давно забытого инстинкта у него обострились обоняние и слух, а зрачки моментально расширились, чтобы лучше закрепить все внимание на своей добыче — девушке в куртке, держащей наготове ружье и явно обладающей духовной силой достаточно высокой, чтобы видеть его. Под кожей забилась жилка. Будь он в лучшем состоянии, она бы уже давно упала на колени от одного только его присутсвия и даже не успела бы моргнуть, мгновенно лишиившись головы. Но отчего-то ни одна из мыслей, возникших в его голове, ему не нравилась. Голод ему сейчас казался мерзким чувством. Идея того, чтобы убить единственную живую душу на десятки километров ради пропитания, вызывала у него печаль настолько сильную, что его буквально парализовало. Улькиорра лежал на земле, словно бабочка, прибитая к рамке, и продолжал смотреть на лицо перед ним. Легкий ветер аккуратно трепал ее волосы, пока солнце орамляло неподвижный силуэт. Момент тянулся почти бесконечно.

— А очаровательный вампир меня вообще понимает?

— …Помоги мне…

[yarugawitch]

Ulquiorra/Reader: "Two Souls" UNFINISHED

Still not finished but you can take a peek. Not gonna tag this one yet.

When he managed to reach a meadow, Ulquiorra immediately dropped to the ground and slid his elbows and forearm forward a little, staining his white uniform with damp soil. He struggled to breathe, the pain was almost unbearable, but when the slight tremor and panting subsided and the air finally began to flow into his lungs - or whatever was inside him - in a steady rhythm, he took a deep breath. The entire abundance of the forest's smells immediately hit his nostrils. Fresh green leaves, spruce needles, sparse wildflowers, wet earth. Ulquiorra wiped away the bloody saliva bubbling at his lips and on his chin and lowered himself further to greedily take in the scent of the grass. It was so fresh and moist and it tickled his sense of smell and his mind... Cifer was nearly bursting from the dizziness caused by such a stark contrast to what he usually experienced in Hueco Mundo. The vast expanse of the godforsaken desert could hardly offer anything like this. Ulquiorra struggled to roll over onto his back, and the plants welcomed his injured body into their embrace, allowing him to sink in them as far as possible. Even if it was at the expense of their own stems. He felt the now wet clothes clinging to the skin on his back. 

During his last visit to the world of the living, he hadn't been interested in admiring nature all that much. It was as if he hadn't cared about anything at all at that moment. Even though there had been trees as well. Right now, though, in the glow of the moon and stars, which were no longer hidden from sight by the thick crown of the forest, he had all the time in the world to ponder the smells and sounds that surrounded him. At least this human form allowed him to feel the softness and the light pricking of branches beneath his palms as he gazed blankly at the pale crescent moon in the sky.

Ulquiorra squinted painedly. He had hoped so much for this body to finally be something that would be able to shed light on things that had been a mystery to him since birth, but all this time it had brought only disappointment and nothing more. There was nothing even close to a heart inside, and his perception of the world hadn't changed at all. The problem was hidden much deeper inside of him and had only taken on a shiny new shell, trying its hardest to look like a shinigami. A tool in someone else's hands, a player in someone else's game. He didn't even notice the deft shift of attention from his own desires and ambitions to someone else's goals. Or he didn't want to notice. This whole useless affair was good for keeping his head occupied with something other than endless existential dread, but now... Aizen was most likely dead. Or missing. Or had been caught. Either way, he was gone, which meant his endless mental self-torture was going to do a new spin.

How he wanted to eat... To feel something besides his own, already clotted, blood in his mouth again, and to quench his thirst and heartache at least for a while.

But in all the dozens of kilometers he had walked once he had found himself here, he had not felt a single hollow with his pesquisa. That could only mean one thing - this area was so cut off from civilization that there was simply nothing that could die and be corrupted. Here, in the valley between the mountains, densely dotted with forests that heard only the singing of birds and the whispering of branches, not the thoughts of crowds and lost travelers, there was no place for suffering, regrets, or the agonizing death after which the soul loses all humanity and its anchor, becoming an eternal exile in all worlds.

What a lovely place. It would be a good spot to meet his demise here. Maybe it would be the one that would give him the peace he so longed for.

Fatigue began to drill into his bones, and Ulquiorra felt some strange lightness come over him despite his wounds. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

Hell knows how long he slept then. By the time his hearing picked up the sounds of the world around him again, the trees at the edge of the meadow had changed to a slightly yellowish color. Yellow and emerald green... Colors that couldn't be found anywhere in Hueco Mundo and that he closely associated only with himself. Here they were everywhere as if he belonged here. 

His arm never grew back. It just wasn't there - no matter how much he tried to mentally squeeze his fingers on it or activate regeneration. Without sustenance, it took his body a lot more time and resources to recover from the loss of an arm and the sheer amount of blood. It was a wonder he even survived at all after all that had happened. He had seen his kin die from injuries no worse than his own, but Ulquiorra still lived, breathed, and had the pleasure of hearing birds flying carefree high in the sky. Despite everything, something deep within him was still desperately clinging to life. Maybe this exhausted, pathetic body wanted to help him find his truth after all. 

Cifer opened his eyes and peered at the sky above him with a cloudy gaze, trying to loosen his blood-stained lips. Without hierro that no longer covered his body, unprotected and tender skin irritatingly pulled away from the flesh in some places. It was painful. Humiliatingly painful for an espada of his rank. But not that those titles meant anything right now. Number four on his chest was nothing more than a bitter reminder, no longer meaningful in the new world. Maybe later he'd get busy getting rid of it, peeling off the skin like they had once dishonored Jaegerjaquez. Even though it would obviously hurt worse than the sores on his lips.

He fell back into slumber now and then and woke up again, but before he could hibernate for another good couple of months, he was woken by a voice. A woman's.

“So you're the one who's been scaring the cattle away this whole time?” 

Ulquiorra furrowed his eyebrows, but immediately opened his eyes to meet the intruder standing over him with a rifle. Judging by the way she stirred and readied the previously lazily dangling weapon in her hand, the muttering under her breath was more of a rhetorical question to herself than a question to him. Did he really look like a dead body that much? 

Even if he was one, the thought of it didn't seem to scare her one bit.

“Boy, are you okay?” it was such an unnatural and stupid question coming from behind a gun. “There must have been wolves around here for a month or two now, did they get you?”

He raised an eyebrow as expressively as he could in his condition.

“My sheep used to graze here all the time, it's their favorite spot, and now..." the stranger hesitated for a moment, obviously noticing his horned mask. Then her questioning gaze went straight to the gaping hole in Ulquiorra's throat. She brought her eyebrows together to the bridge of her nose, but shook her head nonetheless and continued. “And now they skirt the edge of the forest and constantly look around like crazy.” 

A nervous chuckle escaped her lips.

“Clearly you can’t be the local chupacabra here.”

What an inappropriate name-calling. Ulquiorra had never seen a goat in his life, much less sucked on one.

However, the suspicions about him were quite valid and had the possibility of becoming reality. He still felt terribly hungry. 

Not that there was anything in the entire world that could satiate the Arrancar's bottomless appetite, be it food for the body or for thought, but at least a couple drops of blood would be heaven right now. Ulquiorra could almost feel his sense of smell and hearing sharpen out of long-forgotten instinct, and his pupils instantly dilated to better fix his full attention on his prey, a girl in a jacket holding a rifle at the ready and clearly possessing spiritual power high enough to see him. A vein beneath his skin throbbed. If he was in better condition, she would have fallen to her knees at his mere presence and not even had time to blink, momentarily losing her head. But for some reason, none of the thoughts in his mind appealed to him. Hunger seemed like an ugly feeling to him right now. The idea of killing the only living soul for dozens of miles for sustenance caused him a sadness so intense that he was literally paralyzed. Ulquiorra lay on the ground like a butterfly nailed to a frame and continued to stare at the face before him. A light breeze gently fluttered her hair as the sun framed the motionless silhouette. The moment stretched on almost endlessly.

"Does the lovely vampire even understand me?"

"...Help me..."

[yarugawitch]

Nnoitra/Reader: "Caged"

One-shot, SFW (blood and some dark themes present), love-hate, arrancar!reader, bird arrancar!reader Nnoitra is very fucking confusing with his feelings

A very old work of mine. It's been in my drafts for god knows how long so I mean why not share it? I wouldn't say I'm proud of this one but it's not bad either. It doesn't look finished though but oh well

>Masterpost

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You made whatever coursed through his cold, dead veins boil. 

At first, he’d thought that you were just like Nelliel, a damn pacifist, kind soul, here just to make his existence harder, but shortly after you’d reached the rank of an Espada he realized that he was wrong. Somehow you were even worse.

It didn’t take long for you to gain everyone’s attention. Confident, up to the challenge, and skilled enough for it not to be just an empty phrase. Aizen was ecstatic with how you turned out. You were a perfect noble warrior, suited for his army. 

To be fair, Nnoitra too was tempted by the idea of fighting you. No one was sure if they ever saw you injured so drawing your blood both for fun and out of pride seemed even more exhilarating. 

Every duel had to start with a little game of hide and seek. You were either already going for each other’s throats with Jaegerjaquez somewhere, or sitting in one of the chambers in the tallest tower of Las Noches, your home. With his enhanced pesquisa locating you wasn’t a big deal, however, the erratic and swift nature of your fighting form made getting to you a lot harder. Especially if your opponent was someone as mobile as you. 

This wasn’t very fun. 

Sometimes you even proposed a game of tag yourself and without waiting for his response darted in the direction of the horizon, while almost making him fall over with the sheer power of the gust of wind your huge wings created. Well. He did fall the first couple of times this happened. Not his proudest moments.

You’d probably sensed his ill intent from the start, you smart thing. The way you handled him was different from what your fights usually looked like. It was both insulting and… Well, somewhat interesting. You didn’t cut him any slack but still decided to toy with him like a bird would toy with its prey, constantly throwing him around, making distance, and closing it just to deal a single blow. And then the same thing over and over.

And the worst part was that you did just have fun. All of this wasn’t in a hateful or mocking manner. Every time he found himself lying on his back half-buried in the sand you just laughed and offered him a hand.

“Nice one. But make sure to flash me at least a single smile when we meet next time, though. Your bitter expression is starting to make me pissed.”

“Go to hell.”

Disgusting.

Yet, he returned every time. The need to avenge his lost pride was far stronger than his dislike towards you and your cocky smile. This was the only reason he wanted to make you hurt, however. He didn’t feel the same hatred, the same frustration and annoyance he felt towards Nelliel with you, no matter how similar you two sometimes seemed. 

Seemed, that’s the key word here. He absolutely despised her and only just didn’t like you. You actually saw him as an opponent, even though that was just a game for you. You saw him. Not as some idol, not as some evil that must be purged but as…him.

Nnoitra was yet to make you take him more seriously, though, but he was adamant on doing everything in his power to change that, whether you liked it or not.

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Another fight between you and Grimmjow ended abruptly. You just rushed to your tower without a word despite winning again. Usually, you were more energetic and talkative once the blue-haired asshole was out of breath but you’d been slow and apathetic for quite some time and now you just left. Which was odd.

Nnoitra happened to be near and witnessed the whole ordeal. Naturally, he was curious about what happened, but not that curious. It took him about half a day to finally notice that you didn’t return yet. No one had seen you after what happened before as well.

Seemingly never-ending stone stairs leading up to the topmost chamber made some time for him to think. It was strange that he passed the hall which only you had been taking and out of nowhere felt a need to check the tower. He almost turned back a couple of times, but the feeling that he had the right to know what was the matter got the best of him. And he definitely wasn’t disappointed when he reached the final flight of stairs. You were sitting in the center of the huge circular room and tending to… a wound. A nasty one at that. It had stopped bleeding a long time ago but still was burning hot and crimson from fresh blood. The smell of flesh hit his nostrils and almost made his mouth water out of long-forgottenl instinct.

Now he was starting to understand. He never saw anything or anyone hit you to suspect that something was wrong with your hierro. It would take at least triple the force Jaegerjaquez used on you for an average Arrancar to bleed. And you deflected and parried attacks suspiciously frequent for someone who was supposed to have impenetrable armor. There was no point in lying anymore. He saw it. 

Your hierro was flawed from birth, which made you so keen on improving your strength and skills. It did use to pick up its density and hardness after a certain amount of damage dealt but the more powerful other hollows started to become the fewer reasons you had to just stand there and take blows some of which could as well be lethal.

Nnoitra couldn’t keep himself from laughing. How pathetic! To think that everyone including himself saw you as an equal! You were no better than a soft-skinned shinigami. And it turned out Aizen knew about the way your hierro worked, too. What a fucking farce.

“You know that nothing is stopping me from taking your life right now or telling everybody about this to make you an easy target, yes?”

He felt somewhat robbed of his chance to make you bleed in a fight, though. Jealous, even. This damn stray cat…

“Go ahead. But what does this knowledge give anybody anyway? It’s not the mystery that makes me strong.”

Nnoitra ground his teeth but then smirked.

“Whatever. Now I’m at least certain you can feel pain.”

He never told anybody about it in the end and this knowledge made whatever interactions you two had much more intimate for some reason. A fleeting connection because of the information that he possessed. Just him and almost nobody else. It wasn’t just an advantage in a fight, it was a more personal matter and he HATED it. Curse his curiosity. It made him sick to his stomach how your own vulnerability caused him to let himself run his big fat mouth and just say whatever came to his mind. Why did he even want to talk with you in the first place? 

You, on the other hand, felt relieved. Despite his own displeasure with the way he acted around you, Gilga was surprisingly good at small talk and cracking jokes. You tried to pay as little attention to this fact as you could because you sensed his discomfort and knew how hard it was for someone like GIlga. Well… Most of the time you acted like you didn’t catch on to anything. It was too funny not to point out sometimes.

But nonetheless, you always listened. And this time you made encounters with him outside your conversations count and hurt, just like he wanted. 

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You fool. You absolute fool.

How could you let this happen?!

He should’ve known from your conversations - no, from the fucking start - that this good nature of yours and blatant opposition to being involved in anything Aizen was planning was going to do you no good. This absolutely disgusting naivety that made you think everyone would leave this unnoticed now was leading you straight to hell. Not being interested in pledging your loyalty is one thing but openly saying no while being a fucking Espada was stupid beyond words. You obviously wanted to get hurt, Nnoitra was sure of it. And he had nothing to say when you were on your knees before Aizen while he was contemplating what to do with you.

The man was deciding for longer than he should’ve, though. In any other situation, be it anyone else, they would’ve already been sprawled on the floor with their head exploded into a million pieces for all the angels above to see. But you were alive and well, shooting the nastiest glare possible in the direction of your master. This should’ve been the reason Aizen gave it more thought. You were useful, powerful, had a talent for getting into people’s heads and no one would be surprised if it turned out he had some twisted favoritism towards you, so he needed something other than killing you. Something other than stripping you of your ranks. Letting you get away with this wasn’t an option either because this would be a good lesson for all the Espada watching.

And so confinement until you were to change your mind with Ulquiorra as your torturer was chosen. Nnoitra was almost clawing at walls upon hearing the verdict. He just didn’t know what to feel. Anger? Relief? 

In the end, he just convinced himself you deserved it. You should’ve known better and kept yourself safe without trying to be some kinda martyr. Why didn’t you just take care of yourself? Why did you have to think about someone else?

Ironically enough the tower you considered your home was now your prison. The fact that they did nothing but chained you to the wall was even more infuriating to Nnoitra. As if this was going to do something for a hollow. But they knew you weren’t gonna escape. Doing nothing, being a damn pacifist was your goal from the start, as if you were making some stupid statement. As if you were here just to make his existence harder. 

Nnoitra had to see it for himself. Almost every other day ended with him visiting the tower just to watch you sit there. Sometimes bleeding after Ulquiorra’s cruel manipulations. He had nothing to say except some nasty comments and insults. You said nothing in return as if you knew what he actually felt. And this made him visit you less and less. It was fucking unbearable.

Today wasn’t much different. Nnoitra found you in your usual place with your back against the wall. There was a huge bloodstain on the previously perfectly white wall above you, with a drag mark leading to where you were as if you got the back of your head bashed on the wall and just slid down. You gave him an almost sinister smile and it made his skin crawl. But he just scowled.

“You’re back. I almost forgot what you look like.”

“Of course you did. I’m surprised you remember anything at all with Ulquiorra painting walls using your head like this.”

“Oh come on now, it’s not that bad.”

“Shut up.”

And you even had the audacity to downplay this and joke with him. Disgusting, absolutely, utterly disgusting. The fact that he wanted to fight you and saw you as his close one at one point was hardly believable. With the pitiful sight you have become he lost all respect he had for you. It almost made him want to join Ulquiorra in teaching you a fucking lesson.

“Say, why are you still here?”

“I’m chained as you can see. I can’t exactly leave this place just because I want to.”

“Stop playing with me. We both know you can break the damn thing just fine,” he spat. “What are you even trying to achieve?”

“I just don’t want to be involved in any of this.”

“Even if it means your death?”

Your smile grew even bigger. 

“So it seems.”

You said it so calmly as if you already accepted your death. 

“Why you…”

With a few long strides, he reached you and roughly dragged you by one of the legs just so you were lying on your back in the center of the room now. One of his hands deftly pressed your head to the floor to immobilize you as he got on top while the other acted as a support. Nnoitra was almost shaking from all kinds of emotions. If you wanted it so badly then he would gladly help. In fact, he was the only one who had the right to.

He opened his mouth to rip into your throat with his teeth, but as they made contact with the skin on your neck there was only a clinking sound. Your hierro. It was hardened. Just how many times did Cifer try to cut your throat?

“Sorry… That’s a bad spot to try to gnaw into now.”

Feeling as if he had just been punched in the gut, Nnoitra lowered himself, panting from shock and frustration. This helplessness was too much for him. He felt caged with his anger and defenses slowly crumbling away.

“Why do you have to be like this…” he whispered. “What good is this whole scene to you?”

The way you smiled despite all of this happening to you deserved respect. He probably would’ve done the same. He would never surrender, even with his soul enslaved. But he didn’t like seeing you like this. It made him wonder if he could’ve done something to change it. It made him angry beyond words. It made him miserable. But he would be killed if he did something. And he can’t die like this.

“Why are you doing this to me…”

“I’m sorry, Nnoitra… I know we could’ve been good. We were good together. But you know better than anybody what is a principle to the likes of us.”

“That’s what is killing me.”

[yarugawitch]

Nnoitra/reader: Non-specific SFW and NSFW headcanons

Copied from my main acc. Was originally a request. As I said in the original post I think I was a bit dry because imo the dynamic with him heavily depends on the circumstances so you can always leave a request for something more specific or for AU headcanons :3c

>Masterpost

SFW:

He'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure

He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real. Nnoitra is like an aggressive cat that yearns for affection with this one. He keeps you at arm's length and even though it's obvious he wants something - trying to get close when he's not ready will result in a nasty scratch

Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.

Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"

Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow

The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats

I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"

Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time

Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still

NSFW (heavily afab leaning)

Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is

The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact

As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft

I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH

So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top he would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat

Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and would comment on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous

I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this? but he also shows affection this way

The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know

I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes

[yarugawitch]

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Nnoitra Caged (One-shot, SFW) Non-specific Headcanons (SFW, NSFW) Headcanons for a bolder S/O (SFW)

Mayuri Non-specific Headcanons (SFW) Headcanons for an oblivious reader

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