#cw biting

[demovamp]

vampire!reader with a sub who has a biting/pain kink... they're grinding against yn's leg when yn feeds on them. just a little more pressure and they cum all over themselves...

[gorjee-art]

it was love at first bite

[p1nkcanoe]

swiss is obsessed with biting. he loves to sink his teeth in hard, right before the point of breaking skin, just so that he can come back in a few days to count how many of his teeth he managed to imprint on his packmates' skin when they ultimately bruise. pretty shades of purple, red, and green; it's a claim. a trophy for the smiley ghoul.

[iceman-soup]

gn!reader x cap. mactavish

thinking about biting captain mactavish as if i'm a fuckin cat

Biting him as I kiss his neck and his collarbones, nibbling the skin of his throat, my hands in his hair and on his face and tugging his shirt over his head.

Kissing down his torso and biting his chest, nuzzling my nose against it affectionately then nipping at it just enough for him to gasp out in anticipation.

Resting my head on his inner thigh and looking up at him adoringly, breathing soft as he absentmindedly runs a hand through my hair, sitting up properly so I can see the bite marks I've left on him.

Pressing my lips to his stomach, closing my eyes and the corners of my mouth twitching upwards when I gently dig my teeth into his flesh again, his grip on my hair tightening as he sucks in a breath.

My hand undoing his belt with practiced swiftness, and he lifts himself up to let me take off his trousers, his hard on clearly visible in his boxers as I bite the soft skin of his thighs.

[miffysrambles]

Could you do a suggestive Macaque x reader?

Suggestive! Macaque with S/O

(WARNING: Suggestive and includes biting! I don't write suggestive stuff often so I might be a bit rusty!)

You and your demon boyfriend were currently sitting on your couch, watching some movie that was playing on cable.

Macaque wasn’t even paying attention to the film as his attention was more directed towards you, admiring your features as your eyes were locked on the screen.

At first, it was innocent enough, his gaze lingering on your eyes and noticing how they practically shined whenever an action-packed scene happened. 

However, his eyes started drifting down to your lips. Noticing how soft and alluring they were to him.

Imagining his crashing into them and making the both of you gasping for air, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pushed your body close to his made his ears flush red.

He mentally slapped himself for thinking this, but his mind just kept going.

His gold eyes kept drifting down with vigor as they eventually reached their destination, your thighs.

Your boyfriend had a habit of marking you, you knew this. The bite marks on your shoulders and neck were well enough proof.

He wanted more though, the skin on your thighs was very sensitive and he wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into them, hearing you whine and whimper as he looked up to see your reaction.

Your attention was finally torn away from the movie as you felt his tail snake around your thigh, his eyebrow raised as he smirked down at you.

You blushed as you asked, “What are you doing?”

He chuckled lowly, “What do you think I’m doing?”

Your fingers stroked the fur on his tail, making him purr as you responded, “I think you’re asking me for something, what is it?”

Oh, you’re teasing him, he’s rubbing off on you and he absolutely adored it. 

You knew exactly what he wanted, you just wanted him to say it.

He chuckled once more as he grinned, “Well played sweet cheeks,”

He gently pushed your body down onto the couch, his chest pressing against yours as you gasped at the sudden movement.

“Let’s just say..”

His hands drifted down your sides as he started to trail kisses from your neck down to your covered stomach, he pulled off your bottoms as his lips met your lower torso.

He licked his fangs hungrily as he growled, looking up at you as he positioned himself in between your legs.

“I want to sink my teeth into these gorgeous thighs of yours, is that ok?” He asked for your permission. 

You breathed heavily, his breath hitting the sensitive flesh that was your inner thigh.

You nodded with fervor as you gripped the couch cushion below you to control yourself, making him chuckle once again as he smirked.

He unwrapped his tail from your thigh as he planted soft kisses on your inner thigh, making you shudder as his lips met your warm thighs.

He wanted to make sure you knew his actions were out of pure love for you before he marked you.

“You ready sugarplum?”

He made sure one last time you were truly okay with him marking your thighs, you nodded once more as you begged him to do it already.

“Please Macaque…”

He laughed gently at your eagerness as he glided his tongue, giving you a heads up where he was going to bite.

You gasped sharply as you felt his fangs finally do the deed, letting out soft whines and whimpers from the mix of pain and pleasure.

He growled as he withdrew his teeth, eventually reaching to the other thigh and repeating his actions.

This went on for a few minutes, making sure after every bite he planted kisses on the marks.

“So beautiful… I love you, gods I love you…” He put emphasis on 'gods' as he muttered, continuing to bite and kiss your skin, his tail curving into a heart shape as he was completely drunk on your thighs.

You winced at the slight pain, but your lips were curled into a smile as he worshipped your body. 

His eyes met yours once more as he took in every feature of your expression, loving how much pleasure he was giving you.

He finally pulled away from your thighs as his lips crashed gently against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you held onto him, his arms slightly lifting you up so you were both sitting upwards.

You both made soft sounds of pleasure as you continued to make out, pulling away for breath every few seconds until you went back to connecting your lips.

You both finally pulled away as he smiled at you, resting your forehead against yours as he was emotionally exposed to you.

“I love you so much (Name)...”

“I love you too Macaque…”

You’re pretty sure the movie was over by now, did both of you care?

Absolutely not, that was much more important.

[yourbpdgf]

fangs r hot

warnings: biting, blood, hickeys, licking, fingering, monster cock (?), riding, mirror sex, choking, begging, groping, teasing, pet names: bunny, bun, pretty, dolly, sweets.

?

you always knew your boyfriend had fangs, but you never really thought about them in depth.

now theyre the only thing you could think about, specifically howd they feel on your neck. youre surprised that youve never thought about them before, especially considering the fact they make lilia look awfully hotter. they add to his aesthetic, his charm.

you would be lying if you said they didnt put some... inappropriate... thoughts in your head.

as these unholy fantasies occupied your mind your boyfriend lilia stopped his rant, noticing you werent exactly listening. what lilia also noticed was your gaze, which wasnt on his eyes as it usually was, rather on his... mouth?

...oh he gets it.

youre looking at his teeth, arent you...?

instead of being scared like a normal human, instead of being scared as he thought youd be, you look to be aroused.

he wanted to laugh, youre aroused. any other human would run frightened and youre sitting pretty with your thighs clenched, trying your best to relieve the ache between your legs without him noticing.

this is why lilia chose you, youre so unpredictable. it makes you interesting, fun to play with.

but unfortunately for you, your boyfriend pays too much attention to you to not notice something like that.

"fascinated by my fangs, hm? bet you want me to bite you sooo bad, dont you bunny?"

"maybe i do, is it that obvious?"

"mhm, but dont worry ill take real good care of you, bun <3."

with that he kissed your lips before placing you onto his lap, pulling a creak from the bed. lilia positioned your back to his chest, making sure you could see the both of you in the full length mirror propped on the wall infront of you.

lilia brings his mouth down to your neck before shifting his eyes to stare at yours through the mirror, lilia smiles and bites down into your neck.

you frown at the contact, lilia treats you as if youre so fragile, youre not. so you decide to poke the bat bear,

"aww that was barely a graze, lilia. are you underestimating my strength or perhaps, losing your own?"

"thosell be your famous last words, sweets."

lilias grins goes wide as he bites again this time drawing blood, as well as a loud moan from you, followed by you grinding down hard on lilias thigh.

lilia continues his assault on your neck, though.

he bites, licks, and sucks, leaving strings of hickeys in his stead along with trickles of blood. and once theres no more room left on your neck he moves to take your shirt off and picking up where he left off. lilia gropes and pinches your tits too, he always makes sure to overstimulate you.

"mmph.. lilia i need you now," you whined out, "need your cock to stretch me out."

"patience, dolly. ill fuck you soon, need to prep ya first, mkay?"

"but i need you now-"

youre cut off by the feeling of lilias fingers slipping up your uniform skirt, into your panties and into your pretty cunt. lilia continues to thrust his fingers into you, gradually increasing his pace, while he releases his cock from the confines of his pants.

lilias cock alway makes you see stars.

his cock is a blushy pink color with black and pink scales instead of hair. its abnormally thick too, as well as being long. for comparison, when you give him handjobs your hand cant even wrap around it entirely. its a struggle to fit all 8 inches of him into you, as well.

after stretching you out, lilia never does stretch you enough so you can feel him stretch you with his cock ;), he positions you ontop of his dick and slams you down.

you scream, starting to cry and lilia relishes in every second of it. lilia coos at you, trying to distract you as he builds speed.

and it works.

your head slowly goes blank and all you can think about is lilia, his cock and how good you feel. your eyes are spun back in your head, letting the pleasure wash over you, fully entrusting yourself to your boyfriend.

lilia takes real good care of you too, just like he promised. he makes sure to hit your spongey spots in the best ways possible. he plays with your clit with one hand while the other squeezes on your throat. lilia tightens the knot in your stomach so nicely that you dont even have the chance to tell him before it snaps.

he feels your walls spasming on his dick, pushing him over the edge himself. he slams you down one more time, throwing his head back.

both of you enjoy your highs and come back down to reality. you give eachother one last passionate kiss before seperating your most intimate parts to go clean yourselves up <3.

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idk if this is good or not 🤷‍♀️ just have it ig 🤲🏼

everything???

[allfortheslay25]

Haven’t had much time for drawing or writing so here’s my unfinished All For The Fangs scraps

I wanted to finish this and then rival it with my Vampire Neil but I’ve been way too stressed out even if I get free time😩

[justfangirlstuffs]

rain showers from the cozy autumn prompts? either for sea slugs or enthralling you enthralling me? - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

GREY DAYS

Featuring @scarredlove's sea slug boys. <3

Wordcount: 3050

Grey. It dominated the mid-autumn skies, blotting out the sun with thick storm clouds and drizzly rain. You were home alone, hunkered under a thick blanket, still in your pajamas. You’d felt little urgency to get dressed since, according to the weather forecast, you wouldn’t be going anywhere. It wouldn’t be so bad if it hadn’t been like this for the past two days now. The monotony was getting to you.

Going over to your window, you pried the window open. A misting of rain carried on a light breeze was there to greet you. You closed your eyes and called out with your heart, picturing him in your mind’s eye before calling out his name.

“Sun? I’d really like to see you.”

Moon would likely be asleep, and Eclipse was always touch and go. Sun was typically the safest be, especially during the daytime. You waited for a minute or so, staring out into the gloom as raindrops misted across your front. Pretty soon you were starting to shiver from the chill.

You shut the window, leaving it open just a crack before moving towards your bed, intent on burrowing under your blankets until you warm up again. The squeak of sliding wood announced an arrival at your window. Your head whipped around, expecting to see a flourish of bright reds and yellows akin to a summer’s dawn. Instead, you were met with dusky maroons and pale gold across a backdrop of inky black.

“Oh… hey,” you greeted lamely.

Gold eyes surveyed you as Eclipse cocked his head to the side, the frills around his face twitching in what might have been irritation. “I wasn’t aware my company was that big of a disappointment.”

“No, not at all,” you said hurriedly. “I was just…”

You were cut off as Eclipse’s huge hand grasped the top of your head and playfully tousled your hair. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Don’t be so uptight.”

“To be fair, it’s hard to tell you’re joking when you look like you’re about to bite my face off,” you muttered.

Eclipse’s fingers grasped around your jaw and bent down so that his sharp smile was gleaming inches from your face. “I’ll only bite if you ask me to,” he said in a husky whisper that rolled through you with the force of an undertow threatening to pull you under. 

His low chuckle made you huff petulantly in the face of his antics. He wanted a reaction, and he got it. So, you wrapped your arms around him and bit into his shoulder. A low hiss sounded next to your ear, not of pain, but of surprise. 

“I see someone is feeling spritely today.” Amusement highlighted the otherwise dark tones dancing in your ears like a comforting melody. You gasped as you felt teeth dig into your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to send a spark of thrill and contentment curling in your gut.

“I thought you said only if I asked,” you murmured teasingly.

“You didn’t need to use words for me to know, Angelfish.” His voice caressed your ear, his mouth ghosting over the sensitive flesh, making your skin heat.

Still, you wanted a reaction and you’d gotten it. You’d take the win. “So, where’s Sun?”

Eclipse drew away enough to meet your gaze. “Sunny sends his regards, but he isn’t feeling well. So I came in his stead.”

Concern pricked at your heart like an icepick. “Is he okay?”

“He’ll be just fine,” Eclipse assured, his hand smoothing down over your hair to fix what he’d mussed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said brightly. “Today’s been… fine.”

Eclipse squinted at you. “Just ‘fine’?”

“Yeah, maybe a little lonely. Bit of cabin fever building up.”

“I can certainly help with that. If you think I make an adequate substitute,” Eclipse remarked wryly.

“I suppose I can suffer your company for a bit,” you returned with a grin.

“Shall I steal you away then?”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first.”

Eclipse’s eyes widened in surprise as you bolted to the door and fled the bedroom. At first, you didn’t think he was following you until you glanced over your shoulder and squeaked out an ‘oh shit’. The slug was surprisingly fast out of the water, and his flowing robes made it look like he was gliding across the floor like it was ice. You scrambled down the stairs three at a time, landing awkwardly but managing to avoid turning an ankle. Even with your efforts, you were barely keeping ahead, turning a corner just in time as Eclipse’s claws swiped for you.

Your downfall came when you fled to the living room, your foot sliding out from underneath you when you stepped on a pile of magazines your cousin had left lying on the floor. A yelp of surprise left you, but before you crashed into the wall, a pair of hands caught you, one cradling your head while the other was secured around your waist. Chest puffing, you stared up at Eclipse whose face was pinched up with concern.

“Thanks for that,” you mumbled.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he murmured, and you were helplessly lowered down onto the carpeted floor. “I’m still debating what to do with you, now that I’ve caught you.”

The words sent a shiver of delight rolling up your spine, causing you to squirm beneath him. In a single motion, Eclipse pinned both wrists above your head, securing them with a single hand while the other tapped a finger against your cheek. Your heart, already accelerated from the chase, went in twofold from the action. You struggled, more experimental than an actual bid for escape, your body pushing and pressing against the constraints that were his body and his hands. The motion seemed to excite him, and you couldn’t help but grin. Eclipse may be the ‘big’ brother, but he was still the baby. He liked having attention just as much as Sun and Moon, even if he was sometimes brusque about it.

“I’m still up for you stealing me away,” you said. Not that you were bothered by the positioning, but the floor was starting to become just a touch uncomfortable.

Eclipse seemed to sense this, as he relinquished pinning you in favor of scooping you up off the floor. “Let’s be off then.”

“Wait, I should probably change,” you suggested.

“There’s a change of clothes waiting for you there,” he told you. “From your last visit.”

“Oh, I was wondering where those went…”

Eclipse kissed your forehead, and you were quick to slide into unconsciousness. When you next awoke, you were in their sea cave, their home. Eclipse said it was a way to expedite travel but… you wondered if it was because they wanted to keep the location of their home a secret, even from you. Which… fair. Everyone was entitled to have a secret or two.

However, it wasn’t Eclipse whom you awoke to, but surprisingly Moon instead who had curled around you a cradled you in the folds of his cloak while you slept. “Hello, sea star,” he greeted with a wide grin.

“Ah, I got ditched,” you said with a mock sigh. “Tell Eclipse my heart is broken beyond repair, and I shant ever recover.”

Moon snickered. “He said he was sorry, but he wanted to look after Sun.”

“Is Sun going to be alright?” you asked.

“Just a stomach ache. Ate something he shouldn’t have. I’d take you to see him but he gets extra cranky on rainy days.”

“And he won’t get cranky knowing you’re hogging me to yourself tonight?”

“He’ll live.”

The cave had been strung with lanterns that glowed a soft sepia, and a woodfire housed in a circle of stones crackled merrily, providing warmth against the otherwise wet and chilly weather.

“Did you do all this?” you asked Moon in surprise.

“Most of it,” he said with a shy smile. “The others helped some.”

You sidled up to the fire to help dry you off. You were always soaking wet whenever they brought you to their home, so you at least suspected that they took you underwater through the ocean to get there.

“Moon, when you bring me here how do you… I mean how do I…” You paused, trying to figure out how to word your question.

He seemed to figure out what you were gunning for. “Breath spell,” he said simply. “Allows humans to breathe underwater for a time.”

“Wow, that’s incredible and super useful,” you murmured. 

It didn’t escape your notice that Moon was keeping a respectful distance from the fire. Probably afraid of drying out or his robes catching aflame. Moon once told you that it was their robes that allowed them to come and go from the sea, and should anything happen to them, they would be stuck on land forever, cut off from the sea, from their home. Thus, they safeguarded them and hardly ever took them off.

Once you were mostly dry and your clothes only slightly damp, you shuffled over to Moon who had been fidgeting restlessly as he waited for you. He happily invited you into his space, pulling you back into the crook of his lap.

“Missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling your ear.

“Missed you too, Moonie.” You bit your lip when you felt his teeth gently bite and nibble along your neck, occasionally pressing a gentle kiss over the skin.

“The sea salt tastes so good when it’s on you,” he purred.

“You always were the biter out of the three,” you remarked with a soft chuckle.

Back when they were just little slugs living in your aquarium, you used to stick your hand in the water and wait for them to swim close enough to touch. Moon was almost always the first to approach, and he would weave himself between your fingers and nibble on the tips. You found rubbing a spot just under his ‘chin’ caused him to lazily spin, allowing you to run your finger along the length of his body.

“You never seemed to mind,” Moon murmured, nuzzling against your neck.

“I didn’t,” you answered honestly.

With a mischievous grin, Moon took one of your hands and brought it towards his mouth. Your cheeks heated and your heart skipped when he took one of your fingers into his mouth and softly bit. It was a little unnerving, having your fingers in between teeth that looked like they could serrate through a cinder block. However, you trusted that Moon wouldn’t do something so vicious as to bite off your fingers. He was always sweet and gentle, even if he had a bit of an impish streak.

“I’d like to go swimming with you sometime.” The statement was more a request than anything.

“Mm, sounds like fun,” Moon chuckled. “I can chase you through the seaweed beds and kelps forests.”

“Not sure how much of a chase it’ll be considering you boys can easily outswim me,” you remarked with a laugh. “But yeah, I’d love that.” You reached under his chin and gave it a soft scritch.

Moon’s eyes dilated and he let loose a rumbling purr, flipping onto his back with you on top. You squeaked in surprise and he grinned up at you. “Do that again.”

—

At some point, during your cuddles with Moon, you passed out again. You hadn’t meant to, but whenever he started humming at doing his light show, you couldn’t help it. Considering you had a touch of insomnia the night before, the added sleep was nice and left you feeling more refreshed. Even though you didn’t hear the rain anymore, the low rumblings of thunder still reached your ears. Opening your eyes, you found that once more your partners had changed during your time in snoozeville.

“Did you have a nice nap?” a warm voice asked.

You lifted your head to find you’d been making a pillow of Sun’s lap. His long fingers were stroking through your hair, threatening to lull you back into a dozing state. The fire Moon built had burned down, leaving only smoldering embers desperate to hang on and stay alight. Judging by how dark the sky was, it was nearing the evening time. Just before Sun was usually due to start winding down in his activities.

“How are you?” you asked, your concern resurfacing. “They told me you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’m doing better,” he said softly. Though looking at him, he definitely seemed off. His colors were far less lustrous than usual, and his eyes typically gleamed so brightly were dim. But he smiled that sweet smile at you. “Besides, I couldn’t let those brutes have you all to themselves. Do you like your gift, by the way?”

“My…” The question trailed off when you noticed that something dangled from your wrist that wasn’t there before. You stared in amazement as you found a chain of sea shells, pearls, and a sea star glimmering around your wrist, threaded by an elastic band.

“Did you make this?” you asked in astonishment.

“Yes,” Sun said proudly. “It took me a bit, but each piece of that is from a willing donor.”

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” you said, trying to find better words but failing miserably. “I love it.”

“I’m glad… and I’m sorry,” Sun murmured. “I wanted to see you. I just… didn’t want you to see me so…” He hummed, absently brushing a hand over the array of appendages surrounding his face. “I’m supposed to be your Sun. Your little ray of happiness, even when things are at their darkest.”

“Sun…” You reached out a hand but stopped. You grabbed your water bottle, spraying the water over your hands to clean them. “May I touch you?”

A faint smile passed over Sun’s mouth as he reached his hands out your clasp yours. “My precious pearl is so very thoughtful.”

You gently squeeze his long fingers. “It’s okay to have an off day. I have them all the time. You’ve helped me through a lot of them. So, I’ll gladly help you through yours.”

Sun effortlessly pulled you into his lap, enveloping you in soft folds of butter yellow and cherry red. He took one of your hands and brought them to one of his rays. “You can feel them… if you like.”

You carefully brushed your fingers over the delicate appendage, and it twitched against your touch. The texture was incredibly sleek and smooth and the more attention you gave it, you could hear a rumbling purr building within Sun’s chest. His large hands combed over your hair, rubbed over your back and brushed over the exposed skin of your arms and legs.

The explorative touches made you smile, once more thinking about Sun’s tank days. You had learned fairly quickly that you had to let Sun come to you, to let him be touched how he wanted. Then, once he felt like he was dominating the situation, he wouldn’t stop brushing and nuzzling your hand until you pulled it out of the tank and he would wriggle in his sluggy form of an indignant pout. Not a whole lot has changed on that front, but lately, Sun was getting better about letting you touch him. So long as your hands were clean first and you gave him fair warning. As for him, well… you basically gave him permission to touch as much as he pleased, so long as he was willing to back off when you became uncomfortable.

You shivered when his cool fingers snuck beneath the hem of your shirt, pressing over the curve of your stomach and the arch of your back. “You’re so warm,” he mrumured, his purrs thrumming through your body. You were turning into putty between his fingers as they fondled and caressed you in their gentle exploration. His hand splayed over the bare skin of your back as he hugged you flush against him. Your heart knocked loudly in your ribcage as you felt like you might disappear amongst the swaths of color that surrounded you.

“S-Sun…” You bit back a groan as his fingers gently pressed into your taut back muscles. As much as you wanted him to do it again, you weren’t quite ready for him to go any farther. “That’s a bit much.”

Sun hummed his disappointment, but his hands slipped out from beneath your shirt. “Apologies,” he said, keeping his hands busy by cradling your face. “I got a bit enthusiastic there.”

“I love your enthusiasm,” you told him, smiling in reassurance. Leaning up, you gave him a soft peck on his cheek.

The rays around his face twitched and almost seemed to curl towards you. Those eyes, they were gleaming again. So bright and endless, like the sea. You could swim in those eyes. Or drown in them. Titling your head back, Sun pressed his lips to yours. His usual eagerness was absent, instead chose to slowly savor your kiss. It wasn’t long before you felt that drunken giddiness and your hands grasped at the air, only for Sun to catch your hand in his and hold fast to you, keeping you from sinking too far too fast.

Your whole world tilted, and when your mouth was at last relinquished, you found Sun lying back on the sand with you lying atop his chest. “I’m tired,” he murmured.

“That’s okay,” you said, relaxing against him. “I’ll stay if you want.”

His fingers raked through your hair before rubbing lazy circles over your back. “I’d like that very much, pearl.”

The two of you lay there, just soaking up each other’s presence. Occasionally Sun would say something, and you would answer, but you knew it was just him trying to keep you entertained when he didn’t need to. You didn’t mind at all when he dozed off, trapping you in the folds of his arms in the process. So much for that change of clothes. 

As you lay there, you started to sing the ‘rain, rain, go away song’. Sun’s arms hugged you closer, a content sigh humming through him and through you, eliciting visions of sunlight rippling through water. Reminding you both that no matter how grey the days were, the sun would shine again.

[endious]

3:30AM — messy eater.

ft — toby x fem!reader

cw — dubcon, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, petnames (baby, princess), overstim, multiple orgasms, biting

— -17 & ageless blogs dni

wc — 515

Toby who gives the messiest head ever. Lazily licking at your quivering pussy before suckling on your sensitive clit. He’s watching your face the entire time, a smirk tugging at his lips as you shake under him.

Toby who makes you watch him as he eats you out. Tells you to keep your eyes open and watch how good he makes you feel, see how many times he can make you cum on his tongue alone. You always fail to watch every second and he always slaps your poor cunt as punishment for not obeying, but it’s alright. He’s right back to kissing your delicate bundle of nerves and telling you to be good for him like he knows you can <33

Toby who can spend hours between your shaking legs, hands gripping at the plush of your thighs to keep them open as he shakes his head against your heat and lays the flat of his tongue to your messy slit. He doesn’t care if you cry, scream or beg him to stop and give you a break. Keep tugging on his hair, keep giving him those pretty pleading eyes for just a small break. He wont give in no matter what you do. A small smile on his face as he mutters, “one more, baby.” before burying his face into your pussy and making you release all over his face for the nth time that night.

Toby who also kisses up and down your thighs when he’s teasing you. Biting softly, giving you that hungry look that makes your knees weak as you whimper for him to move closer to where you want him, but he wont. Not until you’re crying for him and telling him how badly you want to cum all over his face. He wants to hear you admit it, he wants to hear you say that you need him instead of denying it like you always do in front of others.

Toby who coos softly at your shaking form. His thumbs rubbing circles into your hips and to others it would be seen as a comforting touch but you know it’s only to keep you awake and present in the moment. His thumbs moving against your soft skin is only to keep you coherent, if you even can after he’s done toying with you. A small “are you still with me, princess?” followed by a chuckle is all you hear in your daze. Your legs being lifted slowly until their resting on his shoulders and that’s when you move to look at him through half lidded eyes.

His mushroom tip pressed to your slit as he gives you a sinister smirk before pushing past your puffy folds. “You can give me one more, right?” Of course you can. You always will, despite the protests that you mumble you’ll always give him what he wants. Toby isn’t one to take no for an answer but with the way you’re sucking him in and milking him for all he’s worth. He knows you wanted this just as much as he did.

[gabessquishytum]

Omegaverse accidental bitching? Either canon or warprize au~

Dream is an Alpha. He enjoys it, it feels right. It gives him an extra advantage besides his magic, makes things easier. The knot during sex is a pleasurable bonus.

Hob is also an Alpha. He's... ok with it. Doesn't really care either way, just accepted his presentation and moved on-- there were more important things in life (fighting, stealing, fucking, drinking among them). The only thing he cares about it is the advantages it gets him.

When they start fucking, Hob's the one being fucked. Dream's Alpha instincts are too strong to let it happen otherwise, not yet, and Hob's done it a few times before anyways. They're both enjoying it too much for Hob to give much thought to it anyways.

He might be a bit cum drunk, to be fair. Because when Dream comes, he comes a lot-- he always has, and something about Hob just makes everything so much more. After two or three rounds, Hob's guaranteed to have a slight stomach bump and absolutely leaking cum from his hole, knot or no.

Dream doesn't know when he first notices Hob's scent starting to change, just that it drove him wild. He starts fucking Hob more often (which is saying a lot, considering how often they were fucking before), fucking him harder, somehow coming in greater amounts than usual, wanting moremoremore. Eventually he locks the two of them away in his room, keeping Hob on his knot as often as possible. It's all Dream can focus on right now.

As for Hob... his body is becoming more and more sensitive every day. It feels good, some days; painful, others. Some days, Dream is able to make him come just from gently playing with his nipples and his cock, some days he feels so hot all he wants to do is soak in a cold bath. Things start to settle, though, and eventually Hob's able to come without anything touching his cock; he does it a lot, in fact, and even comes just from Dream telling him to, on occasion (it was while Dream was knotted inside of him and they were waiting for it to go down-- it was just talk but Hob came anyway and Dream was in awe watching it; it was definitely something he'd have to work on with Hob).

But now, after being locked up for days, scenting nothing but Dream and being filled with and covered by nothing but Dream's cum, Hob was craving something he didn't understand, Dream's teeth were aching and his instincts were screaming bitematebond and-

He bites down.

Oh hell yeah!!! The fact that it’s an accident, totally instinctual - definitely makes it even more compelling.

Just imagine all the little physical changes that happen, almost so that neither Dream or Hob particularly notice. His hole is so much more easy to prepare, not looser but just more flexible. Dream could swear sometimes that Hob is wet, although he quickly dismisses the thought. Hob’s chest is more sensitive, and the muscles seem softer than usual, more able to ripple and jiggle when he moves. If Hob wasn’t too embarrassed to admit it, he’d think that his cock is actually shrinking… but maybe he’s just imagining it. His hips and pelvic area ache so much, but it’s surely just because of all the fucking. Not because anything is changing inside him…

And then Dream bites him, and it’s like everything suddenly slots into place. He’s an omega. Or at least, he’s well on his way to being one. His scent has changed, his body has changed, and on top of all that - Dream has mated him good and proper. The huge swollen bite of Hob’s neck is altering his hormones even now.

He should be angry. But oh, he feels so good inside his body. His blood is singing through his veins. He’s clamping tight around Dream’s knot and he finally, finally feels a missing piece slot into place. This is who he’s meant to be. Which isn’t to say that he won’t give his alpha a good scolding later, but. He’s so happy now, he just wants to bask in the feeling as Dream pumps yet another load inside him. His belly is already curving outwards with the sheer quantity. And he’s such a good omega, holding it all inside.

This is exactly where he’s meant to be.

[somnambulic-thing]

For your writers block cure/drabble prompts….

Playing Bitey with Eddie? hehehe 🖤

Okay so here we go. I'll love you until the end of my days for sending me this even if turned out I can't even really drabble when I am asking for drabble prompts. Guess I'll have to practice that some more. But I hope you'll like it!

CW: for biting and blood, in a kinky way | nsfw 18+

Eddie Munson x gn!reader with boobs 2.1k

You met Eddie on a warm summer night at a party neither of you had been invited to, in a town where no one knew your names because you were both just passing through.

A problem with the engine of your car - which also was your home - interrupted your travel plans and had you stuck here for who knew how long. With the prices of motels these days you opted for adventure; the night would tell you where to go.

It led you to the bottom of an empty swimming pool with a cold drink in your hand and an alright conversation with some guy who never introduced himself when something small hit the back of your head and made you whirl around.

“Hi,” he said, long legs dangling from the edge of the pool, smiling at you from above like a handsome, heavy metal Cheshire Cat.

“I’m Eddie and I bet I can hold my breath longer than you.”

He was all wild hair, twitchy feet and curious eyes, and some guy behind you was erased from your mind completely when the tip of Eddie’s tongue poked from the corner of his mouth as he awaited your reply.

“What’s my price?” you asked and Eddie’s smile became all teeth.

“Your price?” he rubbed his chin and hummed; voice oh so deep yet full of mirth. “How about some time well spent? The highest of all goods?”

 You laughed, shook his outstretched hand and pulled him off the edge and into a rabbit hole of silly bets.

He held his breath in for a long time but you held yours even longer. Ten whole seconds longer and Eddie demanded two out of three because it had been such a ‘close call’ and when he finally accepted his defeat he pulled you up the ladder and out of the pool to find more silly things he could challenge you to.

Two wild hours later and you didn’t want this to end, but you were in a tie and Eddie declared the next one to be the deciding match.

“I have other plans before the night runs out,” he said and you swallowed a thick lump of sadness and challenged Eddie to stand on one leg longer than you.

“Ready?” you asked.

“So ready,” he said solemnly and his dark brown eyes were soft but wild and something else and you didn’t want this to end. So you balanced on your leg like the fate of the world depended on it and so did Eddie and you spent almost ten minutes like competitive bantering flamingos before that little shit started to sabotage you by trying to make you laugh. With success.

It turned out that Eddie had no honor, for he took this ‘win’ like it was an earned one and claimed your mouth in a heated kiss as his rightful prize.

“What about your plans?” you asked him when he pulled you into his van and your clothes off your body.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled against your neck before he smiled down at you. “My plans are to make you scream my name.”

“Oh,” your voice broke and he licked his bottom lip as if he was about to eat you.

“I bet I can make you come at least three times before the sun comes up.”

You were glad he won this bet.

Eddie had been travelling east and you west when you collided and - after you sold your run-down car for parts to the shop you had left it with the day before - the two of you decided to head north for no particular reason, really, because the real destination was now sweetly wasting the days away together.

You kept up your little games. There was a competition in everything if you wanted to and since the winner got to have their way with the loser, losing wasn’t exactly the right word anyway.

So Eddie took it with as much grace and dignity as one could losing a milkshake-gulping contest with strawberry milk squirting out his nostrils because he knew that pity made you treat him extra nice, and you were totally fine tapping out after three seconds of whose feet are the most ticklish because Eddie immediately pulled you close to make sure you were a thoroughly sore loser.

Today, furious rain kept you inside the van that was currently anchored in the parking lot of a venue where you would see Metallica tomorrow night. Eddie had made sure that you arrived early, just in case. You love those lazy days in between adventures. It’s cosy inside this cocoon that was a jumble of your things, with the rain on the roof and Eddie’s warm skin always touching yours somewhere because there simply wasn’t enough room to move away that far on the mattress even if you had wanted to.

You keep a tally on the wall and right now the score stood 24 - 23 for you and you knew Eddie was itching to even it out again. You’ve been reading to him for the past hour and he keeps glancing at the thing, letting out a sigh every now and then. He was adorable.

 “You know,” you say, his head in your lap, your fingers playing with his hair, “if you want to fuck, you can just say so.”

“No,” he draws his brows down, stifling a grin, “I want to earn it.”

You laugh, looking for the line where you just left off to resume reading when suddenly Eddie sits up, radiating this feral energy you’d fallen for so quickly. “You wanna play Bitey?”

“Bitey?”

“Yeah, uh, we bite each other at the same time, the loser is who can’t take it anymore and breaks it.”

Something is dancing in his dark eyes; excitement and also fear. The fear of a first rejection maybe, fear that he just crossed a line you wouldn’t follow him over. He couldn’t know that your mouth was already watering with the anticipation to sink your teeth into his skin.

“Alright,” you say, chucking the book somewhere on the mattress. “Let’s play Bitey.”

Eddie moves so fast his features blur as he grabs you and then the inside of the van goes hazy as he pulls you into his lap. You brace yourself with your palms pressed to his bare chest, eyes wide, heart pounding.

“Hi,” he says with a hungry grin that makes your spine prickle before he pulls the frayed Dio shirt over your head. You wear nothing underneath and you shiver when the cool air hits your bed-warm skin. Eddie soothes the goosebumps on your back with his large palms while he presses soft kisses to your left shoulder. “That spot ok?” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your skin not far above the point where your collarbone ends. “Not a lot of muscle there.”

Your breath hitches slightly as you brush Eddie’s hair to the side, eager to work on him. “Here?” you ask, licking a stripe along his shoulder; your whole body is thrumming.

“Hmmm,” he brings his hands further up your back, keeping you steady, mouth still hovering. “I’ll stop when you do. When it gets too much.”

“You’re very confident to win this one, aren’t you, Munson?”

“Maybe,” Eddie chuckles deeply. “Don’t hold back.”

“I won’t.”

“Ready?”

He opens his jaws wide, you feel how his lips draw back as the sharp ridges of his teeth press against your skin. You place your hands on his waist and your mouth on his shoulder; you take one deep breath, hold it and then you bite and so does Eddie.

It starts as a pinch and builds, builds, builds and turns into a sharp hot pain that surges through you as your skin is pulled up between his teeth and wedged together; he’s not holding back and neither are you. You let out a whine as the heat caused by his mouth pools inside your chest and rushes to your pelvis, thrumming fast with the rhythm of your pulse, quickening when a moan vibrates through your shoulder. Eddie feels so soft and fragile clenched between your jaws, and you taste salt on his skin, you feel saliva dribbling out the corner of your mouth and you clench some more, coaxing another pretty moan from your pretty boy who draws his arms tight around you before he gives you more of this sweet sting, slightly wiggling his head as if he wants to fit you in there fully, devour you whole.

You breathe in deeply. There are tears forming in the corners of your eyes and you feel a drop of sweat run down Eddie’s side as it catches on your finger. He presses out hot air past his stretched lips and slides his tongue over your skin, the soft sensation clashing with the violent delight of the bite. Eddie groans and shivers and you squint your eyes shut tight, spilling a single tear as he bites down just- a- little- more.

You’re trapped between too much and not enough and just when you think you can’t take it any longer—

Blood. You taste blood. Eddie’s blood.

 Your tongue follows the faint trace of iron, laps at the spot where your canine pierced his skin and your head starts spinning as the rusty sweetness floods your tongue and—

— Eddie lets go of you and pulls away panting.

Your jaw goes slack, releases him but your head is too heavy to lift, the world still spinning when Eddie’s hands cup your face.

“Look at me,” he almost whispers as he gently lifts your head. “Baby, open your eyes.”

He’s blurry at first and you blink the tears away finding his cheeks flushed, his eyes shiny and dazed and wandering across your features as his thumbs caress your cheeks.

 “You okay?”

Your gaze falls to his mouth as he speaks; it’s red, too red, a glossy wet red and your hand moves up, a little shaky as you slide your thumb over the soft full bottom lip and take the red away with you as you pull back to behold it.

“Oh,” you say. “Oh!”

Eddie catches your wrist and holds it holds it holds it while he holds your gaze, and you can see the question, the want, the need on his face, so you wiggle out of his grip and slide your thumb past his lips inside his mouth. His eyes roll up before they close, fingers digging hard into your thighs as his tongue takes a piece of you away with him.

His mouth chases you as you pull your hand away and you lean far back in his lap, the muscles in his thighs flexing, balancing your weight before you can slip away and fall and you laugh, you feel dizzy and drunk on him and you’re hungry for more.

“Look at you,” you rasp, words catching in your throat. You pinch his chin between your fingers and turn his head. A trickle of blood runs down Eddie’s shoulder, a dark red tear springing from the midst of angry pink marks, raw and sore and beautiful.

“Oh that’s perfect,” he says almost wondrous when he sees it, sliding his fingertips through the mess you made of him, staining them a pretty red. Eddie grins like a wicked thing inside your grip before he quickly drops his head and snaps his teeth, sinking them into the soft flesh between your thumb and index finger.

You hiss at the sting, but he’s just playing now, only bites down hard enough to keep you in place while he reaches out to run two fingers up the trace of blood running down your chest, adding yours to his own. Your eyes follow the motion, admire the crimson smudge he leaves on your skin before he opens his mouth to let you free, to make room to place his own middle finger in between his lips and sucks it clean, leaving the other one bloody.

Eddie shivers, groans, eyes dark under heavy fluttering lids and you have to have him now, lick into his mouth before the taste of your amalgamation leaves his tongue.

“Wait!” he stops you and you protest with a hiss, eager to ignore his orders but his palm meets the base of your throat and makes you. “My greedy little vampire,” he tuts and there is blood on his teeth.

“Let me taste you, Eddie…” you breathe out desperately as Eddie starts wiggling his hips beneath you and leans to the side, his hard cock pressing to the inside of your thigh and you imagine how pretty it would be if your lips left streaks of crimson on his shaft.

“I declare defeat,” he says and draws a bloody line through the last group of four on your side of the tally with the tip of his index finger. When he turns back to you, his eyes are black holes and his grin is sharp enough to cut yourself on. “You may claim your prize now. I’m all yours.”

[jlfletcher]

TLDR: I physically need someone to write a smut fic where fem spidey reader bites Miguel during to do and after he makes a joke about female spiders eating their male partner after sex to have enough energy to make ✨his babies✨

Oh my God I'm such an idiot. It was staring me right in the face. Biting + breeding kinks with Miguel O'Hara......

And no no my friends. Not him biting you but you biting him. I was talking about his fangs with my bff (who is 100% used to me ranting about my inappropriate obsessions with fictional characters) and they just joked and said, "Sexual cannibalism strikes again." And I was like wtf is that? And they explained to me how in most species of spiders, the female eats the male before during or after sex and I was like waaahhh?

So why is that not a thing? I've read a lot of Miguel smut (and I mean A LOT) and no one. Not a single person has written them boinking like bunnies and Miguel making a sarcastic comment about his fem spider partner biting him and eating him up like real spiders do...

Also my friend (a biology nerd) told me about female spiders eating their mate to get enough energy to essentially make babies because the seed is inside them now.

Ong my breeding and biting kinks are fucking ROARING within me rn.

Wooooof I need to go cool off 🥵🥵🥵

On another note my bff actually listens to the dumb shit I always ramble about and contributes to the discussion even though I know it's not what they're interested in at all, I love u bestie 🥺🥺🥺

[iceman-soup]

amab reader x bot!gaz

Fucking Gaz real hard cuz he was just that liiittle bit too cocky today. One too many cheeky retorts and you're calling him into your office only to pin him against the wall, hands slipping under his shirt as you capture his lips in messy kisses, pulling his top off him and quickly working on his belt, throwing them both to the floor.

"Shut up real quick when I kiss you, huh, love?" you taunt, kneeling to take off his trousers. He goes to argue but you use a firm hand to push his hips back against the wall, making him grunt in surprise. Standing up, you grab his chin, making him look at you with almost curious eyes. He balls up the fabric of your own shirt in his fists, tugging on it as he leans up to kiss you again.

Feeling generous, you let him undress you until you're both in just your boxers, a hand in his hair the whole time to guide his greedy lips away from your hard cock when he finally slides off your underwear. He rests his chin against your thigh, opening his mouth to speak before closing it dumbly, simply gazing up at you pleadingly.

"Not today, sweetheart. C'm'ere," you murmur, bending to pick him up and hold him against the wall again. His legs wrapping around your hips almost instinctively, arms slung over your shoulders, lips chasing yours. Your tongue slides into his mouth as you carry him to your desk, placing him down and pulling his boxers down to his ankles. Gaz kicks them off, smirking as you pull a small bottle of lube from your desk drawer.

"Just for me?" he quips, the mischievous glint in his eye returning when you go to put some on your fingers. You pause. Glare at him. Wordlessly change your mind, watching the way his face falls a little when you lube up your cock instead.

Pulling him off the desk and bending him over it, muffling his noise of surprise with a hand. Pushing your cock into him, feeling him moan against the hand over his mouth, pressing a small kiss to his back as you start to move your hips.

Your other hand wraps around his own dick, pumping quickly til he cums, crying out; scolding him for getting his mess on your office floor and desk. He lays his cheek against the surface, trying to look back at you as you fuck into him.

"Careful now, m' boy, don't want everyone hearin' you," you grunt, panting as you fill him up, your head falling to rest on his spine when he bites your palm in an attempt to remain silent.

[noelletism]

kanaya the vampire fashion queen

[kingprinceleo]

happy auau- oops my hand slipped ??