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Hellooo! I was wondering if I could request HCs for a reader who nibbles their partner affectionately. Requesting for Toshiro, Starrk, Ulquiorra (since he's your fave lol), and Shuhei please. Thank yooouu!

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Affectionate Nibbling Headcanons w/ Toshiro, Stark, Ulquiorra Headcanons + Grimmjow and Kenpachi Zaraki as a bonus!

Fandom: bleach

Rated: late teens i guess? nothing too graphic.

Genre: headcanons

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing too graphic

Admin Harmony: Thank you for asking ulquiorra for my sake that is nice of you! I appreciate it greatly. any ways hope you enjoy it!

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Toshiro Hitsugaya:

-He will be flustered about it.

-”Ow! What are you doing?”

-”Tch, you can do it but don’t leave too many marks. I have a head captain meeting tomorrow.”

-if he gets in a submissive head space he will whimper at the nips.

-Loves getting nipped in the sweet spot of the neck.

-huge moaner as well.

-rangiku over heard his s/o and toshiro make out sessions too many time before.

-and you bet your sweet ass rangiku did confront him about it and tease him about it.

-will squeal and laugh she sees him with a scarf around his neck or sneak peak of the naughty hickey and nips.

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Coyote Starrk

-with his wolf instincts nipping is pretty natural to him.

-but it can be a bit awkward because as well, he has never done it with anyone before.

-so the feeling at first feels...weird but then he will slowly take down his hierro and somehow it feels much better.

-but by instinct he knows where to nip and will let you nip him.

-he actually likes the feeling of it.

-he just loves any physical contact from his s/o.

-he will just nap and let his s/o just nip and suck on his neck.

-will moan and groan from appreciation (and arousal.)

-doesn't care if anyone sees the marks.

-he low key hopes someone does notice!

-no one will really tease him anyways so what’s the point in hiding them?

-he cherishes the markings on his neck because it is a reminder that his s/o loves him and most importantly.

-he’s not alone anymore.

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Ulquiorra Cifer:

-honest honest honest, he’s gonna hate it at first.

-or he atleast THINKS he will ate it.

-Will not let down his Hierro for the first several times his s/o nips at him.

-so the s/o needs to be careful with their teeth.

-once his s/o gains his trust he then will slowly let his hierro down.

-he will be grumpy about it.

-”Just shut up and do it already.”

- He will be tense as HELL when his s/o nips him.

-but he will slowly relax into it.

-Prefers to receive the nips than to give.

-but he will place a small hickey when he is in a good enough.

-sometimes he will cover them and sometimes he will not.

-depends on his mood

-but sometimes he doesnt not want to be nipped at all

-and on those says its better to respect his wishes

-but there will be says where he wants to kiss and nipped on all over.

-when he really becomes attached to his s/o he will begin to nip his s/o neck just as much as his s/o does as well

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:

bitch he is nipping the s/o BEFORE the s/o nips him.

loves nips and bites, both receiving and giving.

will have to take turns with each other.

grimmjow will nip the s/o and the s/o will nip grimmjow

there will be bites all over your body.

loves to nip your breasts and butt.

and you know he is nipping when having sex with his s/o.

it’s just his big kitty instincts to nip and mark his territory.

it’s a HUGE thing for him.

He will also demand you not to cover them.

“And you BETTER not cover them up.” He growls into your ear threateningly.

will repeat the word “mine.” while claiming your neck.

purrs when his s/o gives his neck the special treatment.

will also rub against them too.

he is basically a happy kitty and will let you nip anywhere when he is in a good mood

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

-Very primal and dominant man.

-so will be doing the nipping and and hickey giving first.

-but then he will be entertained by the thought of his s/o doing the same to him.

-“Oh? Is my princess wants to nip on Daddy’s neck? Go, on let’s see what you got princess.” .

-He really enjoys it.

-loves feeling your body pressed against him as you ravage his neck.

-loves it when you ride him and you keep biting his neck.

-Also very encouraging.

-“You’re doing so well, keep going. Mark me as yours~.”

-moans and groans in pleasure also growls too.

-pretty loud but no one will dare point it out.

-nips all over your breasts and butt and thighs.

-enjoys nips on his pecs and on his inner thighs while giving blowjobs.

-no shame he wants you to show off the marks and he will do the same.

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 15 days ago

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋🕯️˚ Synopsis: You visit their quarters late at night and start teasing them. Bleach version

˚　.　　. 　 ✦　₊ ˚. 🎀 ⊹₊ . ✦　.　　. 　 ˚

Includes: Ukitake Jūshirō, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Äs Nödt, Ulquiorra Cifer

⋆⭒˚.⋆ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: +18, mature content, rough sex, blowjob, unprotected sex (use protection!), massive dirty talk, dom!male, p in v, full of NSFW, teasing, mention of virginity, mention of virgin!sub!male, rough content

𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ Ukitake Jūshirō

You slowly moved the door to the side. You never knocked, you didn't have to.

"It's late...," he mumbled, his throat hoarse from the last few days.

You closed the door behind you and walked to him, kneeling behind him and placing your hands on his tense shoulders. "How are you tonight, my Captain...," you whispered, your lips brushing against his neck. A soft sound escaped him.

His body shivered when he felt your lips touching his sensitive neck. Jūshirō slowly put the brush aside and closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side and allowing you to do as you pleased with him. He let out another soft sound when your hands began to gently rub circles on his shoulder muscles, releasing the tension that had built up.

He reached back and placed his own hand over your's. "Not good,” he whispered quietly, his voice raspy from his disease. "Oh my poor, dear...Jūshirō," you breathe, gliding carefully through his white hair.

He leaned into your touch like a starved man, his breathing shaky as he closed his eyes. He was always so weak in your presence, all barriers came crumbling down the second you were near him. His illness, his duties as captain, his responsibilities...all of it felt so far away right now.

"I'm so tired...,” he murmured softly, his hand squeezing yours gently. He felt like he could fall apart at any moment, but he knew he could let go with you. You were his safe haven. "I'm here...let me take care of you...yes?,” you asked and slowly crawled onto his lap, placing your hands on his chest. A gasp fell from his lips as you moved onto his lap, his hands immediately going to your hips, gripping them as you began to grind against him.

He was already a mess, his eyes darkened with a mixture of exhaustion and desire. Jūshirō could feel his body reacting to your touch, betraying him. He wanted you desperately, but at the same time, he feared that his body wouldn't be able to keep up.

He looked up at you with hazy eyes, biting back a moan as he nodded weakly. "Hmm come here...," you gasped, guiding his head to rest against your chest. When your hand moved down to his abdomen, he let out a soft whine, his body trembling faintly.

He swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts and speak, but all that came out was a soft, shaky whisper. "...Please...touch me...”

His hips moved against your hand, seeking more of your touch. Ukitake’s grip on your hips tightened as a shiver ran down his spine. He was so sensitive, so needy, and it was all because of you.

He let out a soft moan as you whispered into his ear, the sound of your voice nearly bringing him undone. "I need you...so badly...please...,” he gasped, his words coming out as a desperate plea. "Shhh," you breathed into his ear the moment you saw his red cheeks and the slight embarrassment in his gaze. "It's all right. You need this...," you explained to him calmly and he couldn't deny that you were right. He craved your touch, yearned for the comfort and pleasure that only you could give him.

His body was already reacting to your gentleness, and he could feel heat pooling in his lower abdomen. "Y-You're right... I do,” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible over the rustle of fabric and the quiet sounds of intimacy between you both.

You started to move your hand and you knew he wouldn't last long, but you didn't want him to. "You don't have to prove anything to me...You can let go," you encouraged him. “I don't...I...,” he tried to speak, but his words failed him. He was too far gone, too lost in the pleasure you were giving him. He could just feel the tension building up inside him, ready to snap at any moment. His entire body shook with the effort of holding back, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

His grip on you tightened desperately as a choked moan tore from his throat, his hips stuttering against your hand as he gave in completely. “T-thank….you,” he whispered hoarsely when he finally caught his breath again, not just for this moment but for every single time you let him fall apart in your arms without judgment or shame.

𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Grimmjow was sprawled in the middle of the bed, bare chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, the blanket thrown low enough to reveal the hard planes of his lower abdomen.

Your breath caught for just a moment. Then you eased yourself forward, planting one knee on the mattress, then the other. You dipped down and brushed your lips over his, light enough not to wake him, before trailing lower, kissing along his jaw, down the center of his throat, and over the warm expanse of his chest. Each press of your mouth sent heat crawling under your skin.

The moment your lips grazed the deep cut of muscle just above his stomach, his eyes snapped open, icy blue locking on you instantly.

“The fuck…?” His voice was low, dangerous, still gravelled from sleep. His body tensed beneath you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Large hands clamped onto your shoulders, his grip firm enough to make you pause, but not enough to force you away. You just smiled, rocking your hips forward until they brushed his. “I bought this…just for you,” you murmured, letting your voice drip with playful defiance as your lips kept moving against his skin.

His gaze dropped, scanning you from head to toe with a slow sweep. The bralette hugged your chest, the embroidered cat face smirking back at him, suspenders lined with neat pink bows trailing down to the stockings hugging your legs. Your wrists were dressed with matching ribbon cuffs, and atop your head sat a pair of cat ears.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up in my bed like this, dressed like some kinda…,” he stopped and his eyes slid down your back, catching sight of the tail. “Tch. The fuck is that even supposed to be?”

You giggled softly, shifting your weight so the tail swayed. “You noticed it,” you grinned happily.

His jaw flexed, but his pupils widened slightly as his attention settled on your hips. “You seriously walked in here thinking you could wake me up like this?”

Your hand slid lower, fingers brushing over the outline beneath the blanket. His sharp inhale betrayed him, though his words stayed defiant. “Tch. Don’t think for a second I’m just gonna…”

You don't even finish kissing him, but pull the fabric down and take his already hard length into your mouth. His hand shot to the back of your head instantly, fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you down with no hesitation, forcing the pace from the start.

His head tilted, watching you intently, his jaw tightening as the sound of the little bell at your collar jingled with each movement. A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Tch… that’s what you were after all along, huh, kitten?”

When he pulled you up again, his eyes lingered on you…on the way you looked in that moment. His thumb dragged across your chin, catching the faint shine there, before tapping the bell once more.“Come on,” he murmured, voice rough and sharp with amusement. “Show me you can do better than that.”

Grimmjow’s thumb brushed along your jaw, smearing a stray trail across your skin. Then, his fingers tapped the little bell at your collar, making it jingle softly in the quiet. “Come on, kitten…,” he hissed, his voice rough with challenge, “try harder.”

Grimmjow's grip on your hair tightened as he forced you down, his breath coming out in a rough growl. “That’s it,” he mocked, ”fucking take it.”

His voice was lazed with dark amusement as he watched you struggle. His other hand clamped around the back of your neck, holding you in place while his hips rolled up to meet your throat. The bell on your collar jingled with every choked sound you made, his smirk only widening at the sight of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “What happened to all that confidence kitten?"

He yanked you back by the hair just before you fully lost air, leaving a string of saliva. “Pathetic."

One hand slid down to squeeze your hip roughly, forcing you forward until his cock pressed against the slick heat between your legs, not giving you what you needed yet. “You want something? Then fucking earn it."

His smirk sharpened as he ground against you slowly, watching every twitch of frustration on your face with predatory satisfaction. "Beg like the needy little cat you dressed up as."

𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ Äs Nödt

His room lay in the deepest cellars of the palace, shrouded in shadows where he could rest in solitude. Wrapped only in a long cloak over your bare skin, you descended the stairs. In his quarters, you found him before a cluster of candles, hands clasped behind his back.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes widening as they locked onto yours. You knew the game you were playing was dangerous, but it only made the pulse in your core beat stronger.

Äs Nodt’s dark eyes traced your every movement, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows across his mask. His grip tightened behind his back, knuckles whitening from the tension.

He didn’t move as you closed the distance, but his gaze burned into you like a brand. "You shouldn't be here," he muttered lowly, voice rough but lacking its usual bite. A small smile curled at your lips as you stopped just inches from him. "Do you want to provoke me?," he growled warningly.

"You know what fear feels like, but have you ever felt the warmth of a woman?,” you asked softly and dropped your robe. Your naked body ran to him, and your hand slowly grabbed his chest, traveling down.

His gaze roamed over your body without restraint, the rough material of his coat scraping against your skin as you pressed yourself against him. His hand shot up, gripping your chin hard enough to make you whimper. "Don’t play games with me," he hissed, but his voice lacked conviction. His dark eyes raked over every inch of your exposed skin before settling back on yours. "You won’t like how this ends."

"Why?,” you asked, opening the black buttons of his white coat. "Do you want to show me my worst nightmares while you're deep inside me?"

His breath audibly stuttered at your words, fingers twitching on your chin. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he finally growled out, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "I could ruin you." The threat wasn't empty. It never was with him.

Your centre throbbed at his words. "Then do it...destroy me," you began, stretching until your lips were at his ear. You took his hand, guiding it to your twitching centre. "Can you feel that? This is for you...this is what you do to me..."

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he felt the heat…the need…the want, pulsing between you. And when they opened again, there was a wildness in them that made your stomach flip. “This isn't...it isn't supposed to be like this...”

He wanted to resist. He really did. But he couldn't any longer. “I should resist…,” he began,”but instead I feel…this.”

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly spun you around, shoving you backward until you fell onto the edge of his bed. His movements were rough, impatient, the kind of dominance that left no room for resistance. The cold air hit your exposed skin as the robe was torn away completely, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises later. You could feel him pressed against you now, his breathing ragged and uneven behind that damned mask. "You think this is what you want?,” he snarled into the back of your neck. "Then take it."

𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ Ulquiorra Cifer virgin

You slipped in soundlessly, skin still damp from the shower. Ulquiorra sat in his usual stillness, eyes lifting as you crossed the room, and without a word, you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips.

“What are you doing?,” he asked, voice even and low.

You didn’t answer. You simply looked down at him with fire behind your eyes, while your fingers found the front of his clothes. You pressed down gently, rubbing over the growing heat beneath the fabric. His brows knit in confusion.

His eyes dropped to where your palm moved against him, then returned to your face. Your voice was a whisper, hot against his cheek. “I touched myself… thinking about you.”

He blinked again, caught in something he didn’t have a name for. The heat in your voice, the weight of your hips, the rhythm of your hand, it made something deep inside him coil and stir. “I need you,” you murmured. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel. To have you inside me.”

You reached down, sliding your fingers beneath your waistband, panties pulled aside as your breathing deepened.“Why?,” he whispered. Your hips shifted over him, and he let out a light sound. He didn’t understand what you were doing.

Even though he knew you were aizen's concubine...it was wrong but something inside him wanted it.

You lowered yourself onto him in one slow, aching motion, and your mouth parted in a silent moan, head tipping back as your walls welcomed him. His hands remained at his sides, fingers twitching slightly against the sheets.

His eyes fixed on where your body joined his, watching the way your breath caught, the way your lips trembled as you whispered: “Oh… you feel amazing…”

You rocked your hips, deep and slow, and his breath hitched. Something sharp moved through his stomach, spreading heat where there was once only void.“What is this?,” he murmured barely audible. His cock twitched deep inside you.

He felt the way your walls fluttered, how you clenched with every grind of your hips, and his own hips shifted slightly beneath you, not guided by knowledge, but instinct. Your hands slid across his chest, nails grazing pale skin as you leaned down, panting softly into his neck.“You’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere…”

Your words, your heat, your movements, all of it invaded him, breached some wall he hadn’t even known existed. And still, he lay there, gaze locked on your face, as if memorizing every expression. Every shift of your lips. Every tremble of your breath. You could feel how close he was, the way his body tightened under yours, how his cock throbbed, every twitch deeper, and more desperate. He didn’t understand why, didn’t know the signs. But you did, and you savored them.

“You won’t last long, will you?,” you whispered, riding him slow. His fingers finally lifted, reaching up toward your waist, uncertain and hesitant. “I… I don’t understand…,” he breathed, voice fraying. But his hips bucked once, without control. His chest rose and fell faster now, and his hands had tightened on your thighs.

He watched the way your brows furrowed, the way your mouth parted, your breathing soft and fast. He watched you chase pleasure like it was life itself. And he didn’t understand…but he felt. Felt you tighten around him. Felt your warmth wrap his length in wave after wave of molten silk. Felt the involuntary jerk of his hips in response, like his body trying to meet yours halfway, desperate to match something it didn’t have words for.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his jaw, your voice a broken whisper: “You’re so close… I can feel it.”

His breath caught and he didn’t deny it. He couldn’t. That unbearable pressure inside him, that unfamiliar heat pooling low and fast…It was rising, too quickly. “I…I can’t stop it,” he murmured, almost frightened. But you just smiled. “You don’t need to.”

Your walls clenched down on him again, and his body betrayed him entirely. His eyes fluttered half-shut as he came inside you, his hips bucking once, helpless. He whimpered beneath you, a soft, broken sound that didn’t match the man of silence and stoicism he’d always been. His chest rose in uneven gasps. His emerald eyes were glazed, confused, haunted by what he’d just felt.

His cock, still inside you, twitched again in the aftershocks of his climax. He didn’t know what that sound was that had left his throat. Didn’t know why his body kept reacting. Warmth flooded into you, and you moaned softly at the sensation, hips still rolling, milking every last drop from him.

The feel of him, still hard enough to stay inside, still hot and twitching from the orgasm, was addictive. You moved your hips slowly, teasing him, grinding in tight circles as your walls clenched again. A sharp little moan broke from him, and the noise sent a shiver of pleasure straight through you. “What… was that?,” he whispered, voice barely audible. You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “That was you giving in to me.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and dazed. “Why… does it feel like this?,” he asked, breathless, vulnerable. You rocked your hips harder, slow but deep, letting the slick friction stroke every inch of his sensitive length again. His head tilted back into the pillow, lips parting, brows knitting together in helpless pleasure. “Because I want you…,” you purred into his ear. “And I take what I want. Aizen taught me that. He taught me everything…”

You kissed his neck, biting just beneath his ear, and he let out another soft whimper. His cock twitched again inside you, still overly sensitive…still unsure, but responsive. “It’s not over,” you whispered, tongue dragging along his jaw. “You’re still hard. I’m still wet. And I’m not finished with you.”

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