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Does anyone want to bite down into my shoulder while they fuck me? I promise I'll whimper and moan about it.
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i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character
#fun umbral lore. i can barely read cursive#if you want to hide anything from me then write it in cursive and i will literally never be able to read it#or write it. i had to google cursive text generator and copy it for this#ill settle on textbox designs also eventually#god its been so long since i've drawn the manor gang i think#saw this post and i immediately thought “cyn”#it has nothing to do with her being my number 1 blorbo. bite me#murder drones#art#murder drones n#murder drones v#murder drones j#murder drones cyn#serial designation n#serial designation j#serial designation v#they're so gay also they blushed immediately after this and made out probably im still torn between like 5 different ships#curse you fanfics for putting these ideas in my head
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I am such a slut for Danny having supernatural strength and being able to kill someone with a single slap because he’s used to fighting ghosts who are built Sturdy (and literally can’t die, that is very helpful in a sparing partner) so he has to learn such meticulous control when he moves to Gotham where he starts regularly getting into scuffles with humans who think he’s an easy target (he looks like he has the sturdiness of a wet newspaper) and the whole time he’s more stressed about not drawing the Bats attention by being too good or accidentally killing someone so he has to walk that fine line of acting like a scrawny loser and dipping out at his first chance without being clocked as a meta.
Danny, laying on the ground and getting kicked repeatedly by a thug: *tries to angle himself so the guy can kick out a knot in his back*
Danny: *deadpan* oh, ow, stop that hurts, oof
Robin, watching from the rooftop and recognizing the dramatics from the Supers: father there is a meta
Batman, also watching and having flashbacks to Clark’s earlier days: *so so tired and already mentally getting the adoption paperwork ready*
#danny 🤝 peter parker 🤝 the supers#having such carefully maintained control at all times#sure danny is used to doing mundane things with his powers now but fights… his years of Ghost Brawls are really biting him in the ass here#the others learned how to fight (mostly) humans first and foremost so it’s now more natural for them to manage their power levels#danny is so worried about accidentally killing someone after every brawl with a ghost because the power level difference is so insane#he has to relearn how much force is acceptable after each all-out fight with a ghost#dpxdc#dpxdc drabble#dpxdc prompt#vee’s writing#vee’s prompts
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is this who you believe you are?
#luz noceda has got me in my FEELINGS since the WAD promo came out. GUYSSSSS#fdhfdhjfdjhfd#sorry my demons. they need to make more shit like this#the owl house#toh spoilers#watching and dreaming#toh#toh season 3#fanart#my art#luz noceda#emporer belos#the sheer concept of this drives me CRAZZZZY theyre insane for writing this. biting snarling#explodes etc
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18+ mdni; gn!reader
thinking about roomie!suguru, who steps out of the bathroom with just a towel hanging loosely around his waist. it's dangerously low and his happy trail is... leading your eyes to a forbidden place. water droplets cascade down his temple and his neck, his scarred chest and his toned muscles.
he finishes drying his hair with another, smaller towel before slinging it over his shoulder. he gives you a warm smile. there's still a bit of sleep in his tired eyes but he looks fresh, he looks good.
(he looks more than good.)
the morning light shines in through the small window of your shared kitchen and he hums at the smell of coffee. you're an angel leaning on the counter, hands busy with preparing your drink as he steps inside.
he chuckles. he asked you a question but you didn't hear it. he smells so fucking good; the smell of his shampoo and his fancy conditioner wash over your senses and it's easy to forget where you are. his eyes flick behind you before walking over to you with a smug little grin.
he bores his sharp purple eyes into yours – he loves how you react to him. he doesn't shy away from it, he's cockier than he looks. he loves the attention, he loves to be in your spotlight. he wouldn't care so much if you were a stranger, if you were a random person on the street ogling away, ut you're neither of those things, are you? no, you're something else.
he exudes warmth as he towers over you, his head tilted down to keep his eyes on you. he wants to play with you a little – he loves the way you're staring up at him right now. eyes big and wide, lip tucked under between your teeth. he's good with people, he can read them like a book and you're no different. he sees you swallow a dry lump, he sees you grace him with a flustered smile as you try to brush by the fact that he caught you admiring him red handed. he sees the way you're taking deeper breaths than normal, surely just to keep your composure. he can't wait to break you.
his arm reaches behind you to turn off the coffee machine with a small click.
"wouldn't wanna make a mess this early in the morning, now would we?"
melting. crumbling. falling down to your knees. you hate how much he teases (you love it), you hate how patronizing he sounds (it's hot). he's the only one that can get away with it – a charming smile that hides his deepest desires of sinking his teeth into little lambs like you, soft eyes that hide the need to watch them unfold before him.
his gentle hands long to hold, long to keep and covet. he thinks about you a lot; your shared mornings and afternoons, your exhausted naps and bitter rants about your days. shy gazes and lingering touches, stupid jokes and the cute little hidden sounds he keeps hearing from your room in the late hours. he's being patient, he's warming you up.
he's just as infatuated with you as you are with him. he's just more subtle with it.
or is he?
because you've heard him, too.
you don't know whether he's doing it unknowingly or he's actually trying to make you go insane – whichever it is, you are ready to bend at his will. soft groans accompanied by a steady slick pump; you didn't mean to listen in. you just wanted to make sure he's okay!
ear against the wooden door, you listened to him think about you. your name was on the tip of his tongue, but it was too early for that. he wants to smear you with his honey, he wants to drag you in but he needs to wait for it. this is perfect.
he did know you're were there.
he heard the floor creak, he heard the cutest gasp that left your pretty lips. fuck, you're perfect. his head was lolled back as he stroked himself to the thought of your wide, doe-eyes. how flustered you'd be, how flustered you were in that very moment. he imagined your trembling hands and your stuttered words and his dick twitched in his palm.
he thought about inviting you in and just making him watch as a form of punishment, for being a little pervert. he shuddered out a laugh and watched a glob of pre-cum cover his own fingers before mixing with the saliva and spit that's covering him already. he thought about making you sit between his legs so he could jerk off right in front of your beautiful face, he thought about your wobbly lips, your teary eyes. the way your thighs would press together.
your fingers would itch and twitch and he'd make you place them on your legs. he wouldn't want you to touch. yet. maybe he'd make you apologize and maybe he'd make you kiss the tip. he thought about how good you'd smell, how good you'd taste. another raspy groan crawled up his throat and you were about to cum untouched behind his door. like a creep.
he loves it. he's proud of you, he wants to push you even further. he wants to see what else he can make you do. this is exciting and he can't wait to devour you whole as a reward after he's done bullying himself into your body and your mind. utterly loved and corrupted—
— you're meant for him.
#SUGURUUUUUU I HAVE BEEN NEGLECTING YOUUU I APOLOGIZEEE I LOVE YOU SOOOSO MUCH#where'd i get the inspo for this? i listened to deftones in the shower😌😌😌😌😌#i love this suguru btw#HE'S STILL A LOVERBOY THOUGHHH#but he's a sneaky little thing you know#he likes to play with his prey before he goes in for the bite#the love bite ofc#ALSO headcanoning him as the biggest deftones listenerrrrr lani and salem are you hearing meeeeeeeee#we're gonna have one big makeout sesh!!!!!!#sugu#geto#geto x reader#geto drabble#geto x you#jjk#geto suguru#geto suguru drabble#wtf mickey can write#geto smut#geto suguru x reader#jjk geto#jjk x reader#jjk drabble#bro i can't make sense of present and past and future apparently#my apologies
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Marks
Sukuna doesn't understand the hold you have on him.
He's never particularly been a people person. In fact, people annoyed him. This has held true ever since he was a child with his twin brother, Yuji. That is, until Yuji brought you home one fateful day in middle school, claiming to have met a new friend.
You, with your sweet little smile, and your boundlessly generous heart. You with your giggle that chimes through his darkened soul like a golden bell. With the innocent rosy lips that he'd dreamed of having his first kiss with until high school, when it finally came to fruition. You had been irrevocably his ever since then, and it had been almost seven years.
So why does it still feel like you're the one with all the power here?
Why does it feel like you could create a monster out of him if you truly wanted to? Why does it feel like he's constantly at your beck and call? Why are you the one person on this green earth that reduces him to the feeling of an emotion as pathetic as helplessness?
"'Kuna...hurts..."
He'll admit, he takes it out on you.
Like now, when you're lying naked beneath him (his favorite spot to have you in) and begging him to take it easy on you. He's got you covered in sweat, exerting you to your ultimate limit. He loved to see you train until failure, after all. Adored the way your legs quivered when he relentlessly made you keep riding him, despite your exhaustion. Cooed at the way you begged him to be gentle, even though he knows you prefer it rough. You were quick to submit when he had you behind closed doors, despite how independent you appeared outside of them. Sukuna knew you better. Knew how much you loved following his direction. Receiving his praise.
You were lucky you were such a good girl.
Sukuna was torturing you now already, and you hadn't even disobeyed him. He can't imagine what he would do if you were unruly. Actually, he can. And the thought has him salivating even more as he sucks relentlessly at the nape of your neck. You're covered in marks from his teeth or the raw scrape of his tongue. Your throat has been tormented by his worship to the extent that he's even broken skin in the spots where he can feel your pulse beneath his lips.
Even Sukuna has to admit that you didn't deserve this abuse. You hadn't done a thing out of line, besides selfishly tearing the heart out of his chest for good. It was yours now.
The thought makes him growl against you.
God, you weren't even trying.
Your victory over him was so effortless.
It pissed him off.
He doesn't realize that he's bitten you particularly hard until you're suddenly recoiling away, burrowing yourself into his pillows with a small yelp. Your hand has sprung up to press your palm over Sukuna's mouth in some weak attempt at getting him to stop. Your other hand holds your throat as you purse your lips at him, which have also seen a good amount of Sukuna's biting that day.
You looked good in his teeth marks, what can he say?
"Are you mad or something?" You're blinking up at him like a confused little deer. Sukuna can't help that it makes him hungry. You were a perfect prey to him and he would be chasing you to the end of this lifetime. He could tell solely in the way that your stupid little nickname for him makes his heartstrings snap.
He takes a frustrated breath through his nose over your hand, nipping at your fingers over his mouth like a muzzled dog. Before you can pull them away, he's grasping your wrist tightly, his unforgiving grip a warning in itself. Easily, he pins it to the side of your head, rendering you halfway useless.
"Don't interrupt." He murmurs, his gaze burning into yours.
A helpless sob escapes you, but otherwise you stop trying to squirm away from him. You allow the onslaught to continue without a peep, bracing yourself each and every time a new hickey is being bruised into your skin. He doesn't offer you any words in terms of praise, but his grip on your wrist eventually loosens a bit. He never fully lets you go, though.
While he appreciates your cooperation, you eventually go almost too quiet and Sukuna thinks for a moment that maybe he's pushed you too far. He pulls away from your neck to look at you, finding your pink little face screwed up in an intense mixture of pleasure and agony. He feels a content smile spread across his face but it's cut short when his eyes hone in on your lips, which you're currently biting hard enough to draw blood from.
His free hand reaches up and grasps your chin, pressing his thumb below your bottom lip and forcing you to relinquish it. You blink slowly, your logical brain having exhausted itself up until this point. You easily let him pry your teeth apart, panting in his grasp.
"Mouth. Open." He commands.
You squirm in your overwhelming frustration, whining. "It hurts, 'Kuna!"
Sukuna hums in a mock sympathy, watching you suffer with a satisfied grin. You would have these marks for weeks. There were so many now, some more intense than others, and he wasn't even close to being done with you.
"You're being cruel." You accuse, watching your own hardship twinkle back at you in the reflection of his eyes. Your pout is purple and bruised from your attempts to keep quiet. Sukuna leans in closer and presses the sweetest kiss to your lips, as soft as the brush of a feather.
What was cruel was the fact that you had broken down everything Sukuna had ever known about himself. His strength was putty at your feet. His hatred for the world was a joke in your presence. His pride, a mere memory at the touch of your fingertips against his soul.
"You think this is cruel?" He whispers, mocking you. His voice is the taunt of a devilish trickster. "I think I've been going too easy on you. Allow me to rectify that."
There really is no curse more cruel than love.
#jjk#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk smut#fluff and smut#I love a good mark#especially a bite mark oof#smut#barely smut really#my writing#jjk x reader
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I need to use a cute boy's thighs and tummy as a chew toy so fucking bad, I wanna hear their soft whines and moans as I bite a heart shape on their skin !!!
#xochimilli writes#🫀puppy#i just wanna bite so so bad#bd/sm pet#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#bd/sm kink#ftm dom#ftm top#bd/sm master#queer nsft#queer ns/fw#pup nsft#puppy sub#subby puppy#nsft puppy#puppy nsft#puppy ns/fw#bd/sm puppy#ftm puppy#my puppy#marking kink#ownership kink#trans nsft#t4t puppy#t4t ns/fw#queer bd/sm#daddy's pet#daddy's puppy#puppyboy
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Possessed Pearl's
You know how in some ghost stories sometimes its not a person or a land that's haunted but the items?
Well what if, when looking for a mother's day gift for his mom, Danny is looking around a pawn shop and finds a necklace, it's missing some pearls but it's just enough to pass off as a decent gift. Danny humms but decides against it and goes to leave it....
That was until he gasped out blue frost and spots a ghostly woman appear out of the necklace with a somber smile. She isn't as seeable as the other ghosts in Amity though, meaning she doesn't have enough ectoplasm on her own (that might change the longer she's in Amity and around Danny though) and that right now only Danny can see her.
And Danny well... hes been doing his hero gig for a bit now, might go and ask if there was anything he can do to help.
And later Danny's good deed... bites him back. Oh boy. Because now he has the Bats looking into Amity Park... Wait what do you mean Martha is now strong enough to be seen?!
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#crossover#blue rambles#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#dpxdc#Martha Wayne necklace#her ghost got stuck to it in her panic of being dead#this piece of necklace was the one cops took for evidence and was meant to return to Bruce#but lets say crooked cop decided to.... pawn it off#so it got lost before Bruce could even try to track it down#he found other pieces and replaced the lost ones but still#Martha soul has been attached to the pearls for years now and has kinda resigned herself to this fate#she knows her son is doing well from the stories shes managed to hear but not everything#she also knows at least Thomas is with Bruce#but what she didnt except after all these years for a boy who looks so strikingly like a teenage version of Bruce to come help her#Danny is gonna help... only to have it bite him in the butt#because once he delivers the necklace to Bruce it might turn his sights to Amity#Martha is the one that tells Bruce about Danny after finding out he's Batman btw#the kind ghost boy who has ghost hunter parents and the giw and the creepy godfather who cloned him and-#Martha is a mother. remember that.
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Alastor: *Starts coughing uncontrollably*
Charlie: Oh gosh, Al! Are you alright? Do you need CPR?! Oh shit, oh shit, what do I do—
Alastor: *Chokes, then spits out a huge white feather*
Charlie: ...
Alastor: ...
Charlie: ...Is that—
Alastor, panicking: I ATE A SEAGULL.
*Later at the bar*
Husk, who saw everything: So, you like the beach?
Lucifer: Oh, yeah. Why?
Husk: No reason in particular.
#maybe if you stopped biting so much al#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel charlie#radioapple#appleradio#duckiedeer#inspired by a stolitz art btw iykyk#GUYS IT'S LUCIFER'S FEATHER IM SORRY I CANT WRITE KGKDKGKD#seagull->beach#tho i always thought lute is more seagull coded tbh tbh but for this post luci is the beach rat
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Do you mind
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König is king of aftercare, he'd have to be. He's huge, sex with him is intense no matter how vanilla or gentle he is, it's going to be a lot. He's gotten used to being grabbed to cuddle after the half sobbed moans of sex have died down. It's fine. He's not particularly cuddly, not for flings, but he's used to the come down. König strikes me as someone who knows what he's doing when it comes to sex, purely by necessity. No more ER trips, he is not explaining to another doctor that he fucked someone so hard he broke something. It's so sweet the way his hands roam over you in the after glow(he's checking there's no damage), and he asks so genuinely how you're feeling(do you have to go to the hospital?) it's like he really cares(can he call you an uber or do you need another minute?).
#ghoul speaks#cod x reader#x reader#König#könig x reader#könig cod#könig mw2#könig call of duty#call of duty#konig mw2#konig cod#konig x reader#I know I write König as a sweet boy but he is not lol#he's the worst actually#König only cares about his darling and that's it#do not approach him this dog will bite#I could not fix him and I don't want to try#nasty nasty boy
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“Back off or I’ll bite.”
To be fair he had just gotten off of a shift and was ready to become one with his shitty mattress.
Danny thought he made himself pretty clear.
So you can’t blame him when some bobo the clown knock-off tried to start some shit while he was walking home and did not heed his advice.
A fun fact he learned a couple days later is that in an average human’s mouth there’s about 6 billion types of bacteria and several of those types are deadly if not treated properly at a hospital.
And Danny was very much not an average human.
Let’s just say he started to sweat bullets when he found a frontline article about the death of the clown prince.
Suddenly that feeling of someone watching him wasn’t being written off as paranoia.
#writing prompt#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#it’s mainly red hood#he’s just so happy#like all the ways joker could’ve gonen it was an untreated infection#Jason pointing at danny: this fuck is my hero#danny who was just a crabby minimum wage worker:????#you know#komodo dragons?#yeah#Danny is the equivalent of one#like that’s the first time he’s ever but a human#ghosts just heal themselves of that mess when they go home#he wasn’t aware that his bite did that until now
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katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.
really stupid.
not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.
another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.
whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.
without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.
it's just—your fucking—hips.
katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.
mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.
"you're a pig."
katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.
"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."
"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."
katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"
"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."
"piss. off."
but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.
she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.
fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.
it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.
and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.
taking it to the grave, even.
#i just love the idea that bakugou really thinks he's so much better than like. denki or sero.#like he does NOT think with his dick like those idiots 😒#he's a level headed guy 😒 doesn't get all drooly over some hot babe 😒#but then he sees you all dressed up in some cute outfit and he's like 😵💫😵💫😵💫 uh um 😵💫😵💫 ahem 😵💫😵💫😵💫#biting his fist over the curve of your ass and he's never felt more primitive in his LIFE#i am squeezing him until he pops#happy halloween dears 😌🎃🩸✨️🦇#TAKING IT TO THE GRAVE HA HA GET IT YOU GET IT#GRAVE HALLOWEEN GET IT GET IT#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: bakugou#✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou
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my sister told me to caption this 'two lovely men' without any context so heres two lovely christian saw men 👍🏻
#peters wearing a purple chasuble bc its like for lent and humility etc#hes just a shame riddled man jesus#same woth the violets#theyre suppoosed to be a flower that bows down#hence the chasuble#its like a tainted garden of eden type vibe? strahm is pretty much thinking#its the way hes romanticized his issues in this universe ig#it may or may not be for a fic i plan on writing where peter is rly suspicious of the new priest who replaced the last#hes convinced that mark is killing off the corrupt priests#peter strahm#mark hoffman#hoffstrahm#coffinshipping#saw v#saw#also peep the snake bite 😈#i think i got the catholic out of my system for now sorry for that LOL#saw movies#larry art tag
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Ancient vampires forgetting that humans actually gain weight when you feed them on a diet of almost nothing but cake because they enjoy sweeter blood and getting awfully surprised when their favourite cattle waddles into their quarters after sunset unable to fit into their clothes anymore.
#esmes lood writings#they try biting and feeding from a love handle out of curiosity and get absolutely hooked on the feeling#they immediately fatten up the rest of their blood bags#buuuuuuuut turns out feeding from the tummy makes vampires gain weight >:3
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