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earthlybeam · 3 months ago

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Legolas x Reader (You Like to Bite and Leave Marks) Nom nom on their skin 🤣

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

(Your Legolas friend version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

𖧧 The first time you bite Legolas—perhaps as a playful tease while the two of you are walking through the woods or during a quiet moment by the fire—his immediate reaction is one of surprise. The brief pressure of your teeth against his skin causes his sharp senses to jolt into alertness. His body goes stiff for a moment, as though expecting some danger, but when he realizes it’s you, his posture relaxes. His bright blue eyes widen slightly as he blinks, his composure faltering for a heartbeat. “Did you just… bite me?” His voice is soft but edged with disbelief. It’s clear that this isn’t something he’s used to, and the surprise is written across his face as he glances down at the spot where your teeth made contact, as though he needs confirmation. He turns his attention back to you, trying to gauge your reaction, not quite sure whether this is a jest or a more genuine act.

𖧧 As the shock of your unexpected affection starts to wear off, a small, bemused smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He raises an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement as he watches you with a mix of curiosity and gentle reproach. “Is this how mortals show affection, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice teasing, but with no hint of malice or anger—only an affectionate amusement that runs just beneath the surface. “Or are you just trying to test my patience?” His words are light, but his eyes show no irritation—just the soft warmth of his affection. He still seems slightly puzzled, unsure if this playful act means something more. His tone hints at a curiosity about your ways, an unspoken invitation for more exploration, but at the same time, it’s clear he’s not entirely sure how to respond to this new form of intimacy. Still, the faintest chuckle escapes his lips as he watches you, now far more intrigued than confused, his fondness for you shining through.

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Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity

𖧧 Legolas is the epitome of elven dignity and poise, his every movement and word carefully measured. When you tease him with playful bites or lighthearted nips to his arm or shoulder, he’s often caught between maintaining his composed demeanor and the urge to smile. At first, he tries his best to keep his reaction neutral. His breath huffs out in a theatrical sigh, and he raises an eyebrow, as though to remind you of his royal stature and composure. “Must you always be so unpredictable?” he asks, his voice a mix of mock frustration and amusement, clearly trying to resist the urge to laugh. His gaze remains cool, but there’s no hiding the subtle twitch of his lips as he fights back a smile. The way you manage to pierce his elven calm is both a source of mild irritation and fond admiration. To anyone watching, it might appear that he’s irritated, but his eyes give him away—there’s something warm and playful behind them. He doesn’t pull away from you; in fact, he holds his ground, a quiet admission that he finds your antics, while disruptive, charming in their own way.

𖧧 When the two of you are alone, far from prying eyes and the expectations that come with being a prince, Legolas’s guarded exterior softens. The playful side of you that tests his composure is met with less resistance in these private moments. His laughter, once restrained, comes more easily as he watches you with a mixture of amusement and endearment. “Mellon-nîn,” he says, shaking his head as he stifles another laugh. There’s no more pretense of irritation now—only genuine affection in his smile, the kind that no longer feels the need to hide behind formality. When no one else is around, he’s more likely to join in with your teasing, matching your antics with a bit of his own, his usual reserve forgotten. In these rare moments, the prince of Mirkwood becomes just a person—a friend who finds joy in your lightheartedness. The teasing bites, the unexpected nips, and the playful pokes become a special language between the two of you—a mark of your bond, one that’s entirely separate from the royalty and responsibilities that usually define him. The warmth of his laughter lingers long after the moment passes, a reminder that beneath the elven grace and dignity, Legolas is capable of letting go and enjoying life’s simpler pleasures when you’re by his side.

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

𖧧 The first time you bite Legolas, it’s a surprising experience for him. His usually unflappable composure is temporarily disrupted. As your teeth make contact with his skin—perhaps a playful nip to his arm or shoulder—his entire body stiffens for a split second. A sharp intake of breath escapes him, and his hand moves to the spot you’ve just bitten, as though to confirm that it’s real. His cool, composed demeanor falters for just a moment, replaced by an expression of mild surprise. “What are you doing, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity, though there’s a definite edge of amusement underneath. He doesn’t pull away, but the expression on his face is one of genuine bewilderment, as though this kind of affection is both unexpected and new to him. It’s clear he didn’t see this coming, and while his body tenses, there’s no real discomfort—just an unfamiliarity with the act.

𖧧 As the initial shock fades, Legolas relaxes, and a quiet chuckle escapes him. His features soften, and he shakes his head in disbelief, though his eyes are warm with amusement. “Is this your way of keeping me alert during battle? Or simply another one of your peculiar customs?” he teases, his voice light but edged with a gentle humor. Despite his best efforts to maintain a serious air, the corners of his lips twitch with the unmistakable urge to smile, the playful nature of your actions impossible for him to ignore. While his expression remains mostly composed, you can tell he’s truly puzzled by the gesture but is also intrigued. His laughter is soft, but there’s no mistaking the fondness hidden beneath it. He’s both slightly bemused and entirely fascinated by this new form of affection, one that both challenges and amuses him.

𖧧 If you bite him again, Legolas’s response is markedly different. While he doesn’t flinch or react with surprise this time, there’s a subtle shift in his demeanor. He turns his head slightly, locking eyes with you, the flicker of challenge in his gaze unmistakable. His brows lift slightly, and his lips curve into a mischievous, playful smile. The glint in his eyes suggests that he’s not about to back down from this playful exchange. “I see you enjoy this, mellon-nîn,” he says, his voice carrying a teasing note. There’s an unspoken dare in his posture, an invitation for you to continue testing the limits of his calm exterior. Despite the lightheartedness, there’s an underlying warmth in his gaze that hints at a deeper fondness, and while he might not fully understand the meaning behind the bites, he’s certainly intrigued and open to whatever this form of affection signifies.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

𖧧 As your friend, Legolas doesn’t mind the occasional playful bite, but he tends to conceal the marks out of habit. It’s not out of shame or embarrassment, but more out of his natural inclination toward maintaining composure. The marks left on his skin—a testament to your mischievous ways—are often hidden beneath the folds of his tunic or cloak, particularly in more formal or public settings. If someone happens to notice the faint marks, his reaction is calm and composed, brushing it off with the kind of ease that’s typical of him. “It’s nothing,” he’ll say with a faint, knowing smile, his tone both reassuring and nonchalant. “My companion has a… unique sense of humor.” There’s no real effort to hide the truth behind the statement, but he doesn’t elaborate any further, and his steady gaze makes it clear that he’s not bothered by the attention—he simply doesn’t care to make a big deal of it. His demeanor remains the same: composed and confident, though the glimmer of amusement in his voice makes it clear he finds the situation mildly entertaining.

𖧧 In private, however, Legolas lets his guard down just a little, and you might catch him giving you a playful look of mock exasperation. When he runs his fingers over the mark you left—perhaps on his arm or the nape of his neck—there’s a soft sigh, though it’s not one of genuine frustration. Instead, it’s the kind of resigned but affectionate sound that comes when someone can’t help but care for someone else’s quirks. “Do you have any idea what kind of questions I’ve had to answer today because of you?” he’ll ask, his tone teasing but not upset. There’s no real anger or annoyance behind his words—just an acknowledgment that, while he may not fully understand your playful habits, he’s certainly become accustomed to them. Afterward, though, he might ruffle your hair affectionately, signaling that, as always, he’s not truly bothered by it. If anything, the mild exasperation only adds to the warmth he feels toward you, a reflection of the close bond you share.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Elven Ear, and Other Areas

𖧧 Neck: If you bite Legolas on the neck, his first response is one of absolute surprise—his breath catching in his throat, followed by a sharp intake of air. His body stiffens as though he’s been struck, and his hand shoots up instinctively, as though attempting to shield the area from further contact. His reaction is almost instantaneous, clearly caught off guard by the closeness and intimacy of the act. “Mellon-nîn, what are you doing?” he asks, the confusion in his voice mixed with mild amusement, but there’s a flicker of something deeper, perhaps a quiet curiosity, in his eyes. He quickly regains his composure, but his cheeks betray him—slightly flushed from the unexpected intimacy. “Do you always greet your friends like this, or am I special?” he teases lightly, the faintest hint of bashfulness creeping into his words as he tries to deflect the intimacy of the moment. Though his tone remains light, there’s an undeniable softness in his gaze that reveals just how unexpectedly personal the gesture felt.

𖧧 Collarbone: When you bite Legolas’s collarbone, his reaction is a little more subdued, though he still shows a mix of surprise and mild amusement. At first, he stiffens at the sudden pressure, his posture straightening, but within a heartbeat, he relaxes, blinking a few times and shaking his head with a soft laugh. “I see you’re determined to leave your mark on me, even here,” he remarks, brushing his fingers over the spot where your teeth have met his skin. He inspects the mark for a moment, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes, as though trying to figure out why you’ve chosen that area to show your affection. His words are teasing, but the fondness in his voice is clear. It’s as though your playful gestures make him see you in a new light, piquing his curiosity while still being an endearing aspect of your friendship.

𖧧 Shoulder: A bite on Legolas’s shoulder earns you a much subtler reaction. His muscles tighten momentarily, the shock of the bite sending a small tremor through his frame, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he tilts his head, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning your actions. “Should I be preparing for more surprises, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice laced with a teasing humor. The bite doesn’t seem to cause him much discomfort; instead, he seems more amused than anything. The mark left behind causes him to chuckle softly, shaking his head with mock exasperation. “You always keep me on my toes,” he adds with a soft smile, still trying to maintain his usual air of composure but secretly enjoying your playful nature.

𖧧 Wrist: A bite on Legolas’s wrist is more unexpected and catches him off guard. His body freezes momentarily, and his eyes flick to the area where you bit him. The suddenness of it seems to pull him out of his usual calm composure, and he takes a brief step back, inspecting the mark on his wrist with a combination of curiosity and light amusement. “You have an unusual way of showing affection,” he says with a calm voice, though there’s an underlying thread of lighthearted sarcasm that suggests he’s not entirely upset—more intrigued by your methods. His fingers trace the bite absently, as if contemplating it further, and he gives you a small, playful smirk. He doesn’t seem annoyed but instead takes your eccentricity in stride, fascinated by the way you choose to express yourself.

𖧧 Elven Ear: When you bite his elven ear, Legolas’s reaction is immediate and visceral. His breath hitches sharply in his throat, and his whole body freezes for a second as though struck by an unexpected shock. Elven ears, being extremely sensitive, are a particularly intimate spot, and he’s clearly unprepared for the sensation. He instinctively jerks back slightly, his hand darting up to cover his ear, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as his eyes widen in disbelief. “Mellon-nîn,” he starts, his voice suddenly much lower and more embarrassed than usual, “do you realize what you’ve just done?” His breath is slightly ragged, and his usually controlled composure slips just enough to show how the unexpected intimacy has affected him. Despite the flustered appearance, there’s a quiet vulnerability in his gaze as he tries to process just how intimate the act was, leaving him momentarily speechless.

𖧧 Other Areas: A bite on other, less sensitive areas of his body—like his arm or hand—leads to a more relaxed reaction. He might glance at the mark you left, his eyebrow arching slightly in amusement, before a soft smirk curves his lips. “Is this a habit of yours, or am I your favorite target?” he asks, clearly unbothered by the bite. His teasing tone reveals a playful curiosity about why you’ve chosen this particular spot, but there’s no real discomfort in his words. Instead, he seems entertained by your unique method of affection, as if he’s silently enjoying the unpredictability you bring to your friendship.

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When He Notices a Mark Later How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

𖧧 Legolas’s elven senses are incredibly keen, and it’s rare that anything escapes his notice. However, when you manage to leave a mark on him that he hadn’t noticed—perhaps when he adjusts his tunic, feels an unfamiliar sensation on his skin, or catches a glimpse of his reflection in a still pond or a polished blade—his reaction is one of startled curiosity. His sharp eyes widen for just a fraction of a second, and his fingers instinctively graze over the mark, as if trying to understand how he missed it. His brow furrows for a moment, and then his lips curl into a bemused smile. “You’re becoming quite the artist, mellon-nîn,” he remarks dryly, his tone light but filled with good-natured teasing. There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, revealing that he’s not at all angry or upset. Instead, he’s caught off guard by how well you managed to mark him without him noticing—either through a playful nip or an accidental scratch. Though he’s accustomed to being aware of his surroundings, this small act of surprise adds a new layer of mystery to the connection between you. His hand lingers over the mark for a moment longer than he would care to admit, as though savoring the reminder of your affection.

𖧧 When you finally cross paths after he discovers the mark, Legolas will likely confront you about it with his usual calm demeanor, though there’s a playful edge to his words. “Do you make a habit of ambushing me with your teeth?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he crosses his arms in mock indignation. His voice is light and teasing, but it’s clear he’s not truly upset—more amused and perhaps impressed by your ability to catch him off guard. If the mark is subtle enough to be hidden, like one on his side or the back of his neck, he may simply let it slide with a soft chuckle, brushing off any embarrassment. But if the mark is in a more visible place—like his wrist, or somewhere on his face—he might shake his head in mild exasperation. “I suppose I’ll need to pay more attention next time,” he adds with a smirk, but his voice is more affectionate than reprimanding. The mark may be faint, but the playfulness in his voice shows that he doesn’t mind it too much. He just finds it amusing that you’ve found a way to leave a mark without his notice.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

𖧧 When your teeth press gently against Legolas’s skin, his reaction is immediate but less defensive than a firmer bite. Instead, he freezes for a split second, his body stilling in confusion. His sharp eyes widen just slightly, and his expression shifts to one of mild surprise as he glances down at you. He tilts his head slightly, brows furrowing as though trying to process the unexpected gesture. “Do you always show your affection with your teeth?” he asks, his voice rich with bemusement, though there’s a playful edge to it. His lips twitch into a reluctant smile, though his amusement is mixed with a hint of wariness, unsure if you’re about to bite again. He doesn’t pull away, instead remaining still as his eyes meet yours with a questioning look. The quiet pause in his response only heightens the gentle humor of the moment, as though he’s unsure whether to take you seriously or laugh at the unexpected intimacy.

𖧧 Once the initial confusion dissipates, Legolas relaxes, and you can see the change in his demeanor. His stiff posture softens, and a smile plays at the corner of his lips as the oddity of your display settles into something endearing. “You have a peculiar way of showing friendship,” he teases, though his tone is warm and affectionate. There’s no longer a sense of wariness in his eyes, only a fondness that brightens his expression. Though he may not entirely understand why you chose to use your teeth to express affection, he finds it both charming and amusing. He lets out a soft chuckle, brushing it off as just another one of your quirky ways of showing care. “I suppose I should get used to your strange methods of expressing yourself,” he adds with a wink, his laughter soft but genuine. It’s clear that, despite his initial surprise, he finds this particular quirk endearing rather than bothersome.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

𖧧 When you bite Legolas in the middle of a tense moment or a heated exchange, his initial reaction is one of pure surprise. His head jerks back almost instinctively, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second, as though trying to make sense of what just happened. His mind races, caught between the conflicting ideas of this being either an unexpected attack or a strange, yet oddly endearing, display of affection. His usually composed features falter, though there’s no real anger in his eyes. Instead, there’s a spark of confusion, mixed with an almost amused disbelief. “Are you truly biting me now?” he asks, his voice a little breathless, like he’s trying to comprehend the situation while grappling with the surge of emotion it stirred within him. His tone is a mixture of surprise, amusement, and something else—perhaps admiration for your audacity. It’s clear that this unexpected gesture throws him off, but he can’t quite bring himself to be upset, instead left with an incredulous but intrigued expression.

𖧧 Once the initial shock fades, Legolas’s demeanor shifts. The tension of the moment is momentarily broken, and he can’t suppress the smile that slowly spreads across his face. It’s a smile filled with teasing amusement, as if he’s finally come to terms with what just happened. His calm is restored, but the smile remains, laced with a playful edge that was absent before. “You seem to have quite a few ways to get my attention, don’t you?” he says, his voice light, with just the right hint of humor, as if he’s both impressed and entertained by the unexpected intimacy. Despite the tension that had been brewing just moments before, the bite seems to have shattered any remaining distance between you. In that moment, it’s as though you’ve found a way to connect with him on a deeper level, and he can’t help but enjoy the unexpected spark that the act ignited between you. His usual composure slips just enough to reveal a playful side, the edge of mischief in his eyes. He might laugh softly, the sound genuine and warm, and tease you further about the unexpected act. But behind his teasing words, there’s also a deeper understanding—he’s aware of the intimacy you’ve just created, even if it was delivered in a rather unconventional manner.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

𖧧 Legolas isn’t accustomed to having his appearance scrutinized, especially in such an intimate and personal manner. So when he notices you admiring the mark you left on his skin, his first reaction is a mix of curiosity and self-consciousness. He watches, his sharp elven eyes narrowing slightly, as you gently trace the spot with your fingers, a soft expression of fondness on your face. The light touch of your fingertips only heightens the sense of intimacy in the moment. For a brief moment, his usual calm composure slips, and a faint blush colors his pale cheeks, his pride and reserved nature suddenly at odds with the affection you’re showing him. “What is it you find so interesting about that mark, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice light, though there’s a slight edge of curiosity beneath the words. It’s clear that he’s never really understood the appeal of a mark on his skin, and the way you’re focused on it feels foreign to him. His brow furrows just slightly, unsure whether to feel uncomfortable or touched by your attention. He watches you with a quiet intensity, still not fully grasping why something so simple could captivate your attention so much.

𖧧 Playfully Confused Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Legolas can’t help but tease you. His lips curl into a half-smile, though his eyes soften as he watches you, the tenderness with which you admire the mark not lost on him. “It’s just a small mark,” he says with a teasing tone, attempting to downplay the significance of the gesture, but his words don’t hold the same force as they usually would. There’s something endearing about the way you’re so absorbed in it, something that pulls at his heart. He might even give a playful, mock exasperated sigh, though it’s clear he’s not really bothered, just bemused by your focus on such a minor detail. “You truly find this interesting?” he asks again, an eyebrow arched with both curiosity and amusement. His voice has a playful lilt now, though the underlying fondness in his tone betrays just how much he values the connection the mark represents. He might offer a wink, a small but affectionate gesture that shows his appreciation for your attention. For a moment, he’s still not entirely sure what makes the mark so fascinating to you, but the sight of you so deeply engaged with it fills him with an unexpected sense of warmth.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

𖧧 When you bite Legolas in the middle of a stressful moment, his initial response is a mix of surprise and a brief flash of discomfort. His body tenses sharply at the unexpected sensation of your teeth against his skin, the suddenness of it catching him off guard. His wide eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze—an unspoken hesitation. Legolas isn’t accustomed to such forms of comfort, and this kind of physical gesture is unfamiliar to him. “Mellon-nîn…what are you doing?” he asks, his voice soft but laden with confusion and curiosity. It’s clear he’s not sure how to process the bite, nor does he fully understand why it feels comforting. His initial instinct is to question the action, trying to make sense of the way it disrupts his usual stoic composure. But as your teeth sink into his skin, something shifts. The raw, sharp tension in his body—tension that had been building up due to his stress—begins to soften. His breath slows, and though he doesn’t voice it, he can feel the weight of his worries start to lift. The act, unexpected as it is, brings a soothing effect, and he remains still, not pulling away but allowing the small moment of intimacy to work its quiet magic.

𖧧 Once the initial surprise passes, Legolas slowly adjusts to the sensation, and the tension that had once held his body tight begins to fade. His shoulders relax, the stiffness that had gripped him loosening in response to your touch. A soft chuckle might escape him, almost as if he’s laughing at himself for having been so taken aback by something so simple. “You are quite unconventional in your methods of offering comfort,” he teases, his tone light and amused, though it’s clear the act has worked its magic. He’s still composed, his usual poise intact, but there’s a new softness in his demeanor now. The small, unexpected act has grounded him, reminded him of your presence, and provided a kind of solace that he wasn’t expecting. Despite his initial confusion, he begins to understand—perhaps in the way that only Legolas can—that comfort doesn’t always have to be gentle words or traditional gestures. Sometimes, a small, unexpected gesture like this one has the power to release the tightness of the world’s weight. He finds himself less focused on the strangeness of the action and more attuned to the way your touch has made him feel lighter.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

𖧧 When your bites become a bit too enthusiastic, Legolas’s response is a delicate blend of playful teasing and subtle concern. His sharp elven senses allow him to feel every mark you leave, and when he notices a particularly pronounced one, he can’t help but raise an eyebrow, his lips curling into a small, amused grin. “Careful, mellon-nîn,” he says, his voice light and teasing but with an undercurrent of humor. “That might leave a mark I cannot easily explain.” His tone holds no real reproach, more a reminder that, while he’s fond of your affection, there’s a limit to how much of a physical reminder he’s willing to carry. He might reach up and gently poke the spot where you’ve bitten him, showing you just how deep the mark is. The touch is light, but there’s a clear indication that he’s not exactly thrilled by the idea of walking around with a visible mark that might be hard to explain. His eyes twinkle with good-natured amusement, though, and there’s no malice in his demeanor. Instead, he simply hopes to keep things fun without going too far.

𖧧 As the teasing fades, Legolas will likely offer a more thoughtful, quiet reminder if your bites start to become too forceful. His voice remains calm, but there’s an affectionate edge to his words, a gentle rebuke that serves to guide you back to a place of balance. “I know you enjoy marking me, but perhaps a little less force is better, yes?” he’ll say, his tone even and measured. His eyes hold a softness that reflects the warmth he feels for you, but there’s also an unmistakable warning in them. He values your closeness and the connection you share, but he also wants you to understand that affection can be expressed in ways that respect both of your boundaries. Though he’s not angry or upset, the reminder is clear—he wants to enjoy your affection without feeling overwhelmed by it. His words aren’t harsh, but they carry a weight that signals his preference for tenderness and subtlety.

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(Your Legolas lover version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

𖧧 The first time you bite Legolas in a moment of passion or affection, his initial response is a mixture of surprise and instinctual tension. The unexpected touch of your teeth against his skin causes a fleeting jolt in his body—a sharp, almost primal reaction that mirrors his heightened senses. His usually calm demeanor falters, and his body stiffens, as if caught off guard by this bold gesture. However, when his gaze meets yours, and he realizes it’s you, his features soften, a mixture of curiosity and amusement flickering across his face. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice a soft whisper, and for a moment, his heart races—whether from surprise or the rush of something deeper. His brow furrows slightly, and he tilts his head in a gesture of inquiry, genuinely curious about this new form of affection. “Is this your way of showing love?” he asks, teasing, but there’s no mockery in his tone—only an endearing warmth that fills his voice. Despite the slight surprise, there’s a hint of something more tender in the way he looks at you, as though he finds your boldness both captivating and charming. The playful twinkle in his eyes betrays his fondness, and it’s clear that this unexpected show of affection has already captured his attention in a way he didn’t quite expect.

𖧧 As the initial shock fades, Legolas becomes more intrigued by the mark you’ve left behind. His fingers move slowly, almost reverently, to the spot where your teeth met his skin. He brushes the mark lightly, as though savoring the sensation and imprinting it in his memory. His eyes narrow slightly as he studies the mark, his touch soft yet lingering, a quiet exploration of this new, intimate gesture. His lips curl into a small smile, and a soft laugh escapes him—light, almost musical. “Only you could think to express affection in such a way,” he murmurs, a note of wonder in his voice. There’s no judgment, only a quiet admiration for your creativity and boldness. The mark, a subtle reminder of the intimacy between you, holds his attention for just a moment longer. His fingers trace the spot one more time, and as he lifts his gaze to meet yours, there’s a mixture of awe and admiration. In that moment, it’s clear that he finds this act of affection not only endearing but uniquely beautiful—a symbol of the connection you share. Despite his surprise, there’s a deeper warmth in his gaze that suggests he’s already completely captivated by your way of loving him.

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Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity

𖧧 As your lover, Legolas is even more aware of his poise and elegance, often trying to maintain his elven grace despite the more mischievous side of your affections. He’s not immune to your playful nature, and your sudden nips or gentle bites often catch him off-guard. The first time you surprise him with a playful bite, he freezes for a moment, his sharp instincts immediately alerting him to the sudden shift in the air. His gaze softens as he realizes it’s you, and his lips curl into a teasing smirk. “You know I am a prince, don’t you?” he says with a raised eyebrow, his tone light but laden with affection. “You’re determined to make me forget that, aren’t you?” Despite his words, there’s no real reproach—just the tiniest hint of a challenge in his gaze, as though daring you to keep up the playful teasing. It’s clear that he’s caught between his love for you and his desire to maintain his regal composure. Still, there’s an undeniable twinkle in his eyes as he shifts closer to you, his resolve crumbling just a little under the weight of your playful antics.

𖧧 Secretly Enjoying It Despite his attempts to maintain the dignity expected of him, Legolas secretly finds your playful behavior incredibly refreshing. His initial protests are only half-hearted, because every time you bite him during private moments, his heart warms, and a soft smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “You’re lucky I adore you, meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a quiet affection that he doesn’t bother to hide from you. There’s no longer any trace of the prince’s formal guard—just the genuine, tender side of him that only you get to see. His hands move instinctively to pull you closer, his fingers brushing against your skin with the same warmth and softness that he’s begun to reserve for you. His usual calm demeanor slips away as he softens under the weight of your affection, and while his words may carry a hint of teasing, there’s a deeper affection hidden beneath them. Legolas enjoys the lightheartedness you bring into his life, the way your playful bites melt the formality and reveal the more playful side of his nature. As his arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer, you realize that he’s secretly grateful for these moments that allow him to escape the weight of his royal duties, just to be with you.

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

𖧧 When you bite Legolas as his lover, the reaction is far more visceral. His body responds more intensely to your touch. The moment your teeth meet his skin, there’s a faint hitch in his breath—a quick, sharp intake of air that betrays the surprise of the sensation. His body freezes for just a moment, a subtle tension running through him as he processes what’s happening. A quiet hum of pleasure escapes him, and he exhales slowly, the sound rich with both surprise and appreciation. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice deep and low, laden with warmth. The way his name slips from his lips is soft, almost reverent, as though the act has stirred something within him, drawing out an intimate, unguarded side of him. “What brought this on?” he asks, his tone both curious and affectionate, but there’s a hint of playfulness too, as though he wants to know the reason behind such a bold and tender gesture. His response is both surprised and intrigued, but there’s an unmistakable fondness beneath it that lets you know he enjoys the attention.

𖧧 Leaning Closer Instead of pulling away or reacting with discomfort, Legolas leans into your touch, his instinct to pull you closer overpowering any hesitation. His hands reach for you almost immediately, sliding to your waist or your shoulders, drawing you nearer as though he can’t quite get close enough. His calm exterior begins to slip away as the moment intensifies, his usual poise unraveling in your presence. His posture softens as he lets go of his usual elven reserve, the warmth of his skin becoming more apparent beneath your touch. There’s a faint flush that creeps up his neck, a soft pink hue that is barely visible but enough to indicate the effect your touch is having on him. His expression shifts too, the teasing glint in his eyes giving way to a more tender, affectionate gaze as he looks at you. Legolas doesn’t want to pull away; instead, he allows the sensation of your bite to wash over him, basking in the connection that it brings.

𖧧 Legolas’s entire demeanor softens under your touch. His fingers drift to the mark you’ve left on his skin, his touch light and reverent as he traces it with delicate care. His usual controlled and graceful movements are now imbued with a tenderness that speaks volumes of his affection. “You have an interesting way of expressing your affection,” he says softly, his voice gentle but warm, laced with a fondness that is only reserved for you. The words are teasing, but there’s no mistaking the affection behind them. His fingers caress the spot you’ve bitten, almost as if he’s memorizing the feeling of it, a small smile playing at his lips as he meets your gaze. The warmth in his eyes is undeniable, and his whole being radiates with the connection that the bite has forged between you two. For a moment, he simply breathes you in, savoring the intimacy that has been created, and you know, without a doubt, that he cherishes this unique form of affection as much as you do.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

𖧧 Wearing Them Proudly As your lover, Legolas is far less concerned with hiding the marks you leave on him. In fact, he often wears them proudly, treating them as a subtle but significant symbol of your bond. When others notice the marks, he doesn’t shy away from explaining them. He meets their curiosity with calm confidence, his usual composed demeanor not faltering in the slightest. “It is a mark of affection,” he’ll state simply, his voice steady, unwavering, and tinged with a quiet sense of pride. The words are matter-of-fact, but the intensity of his gaze and the firmness of his tone convey something more profound. If anyone dares to question him further, he simply holds their gaze, daring them to challenge him or pry any deeper. Legolas has no reason to hide his connection with you; he embraces it with a quiet dignity, proud to show the world that you belong to each other, even in the smallest ways.

𖧧 In private, Legolas might tease you gently about leaving your marks on him, but there’s no real irritation behind his words. Instead, it’s playful and affectionate. He catches your wrist lightly, his touch soft and tender, and brings it to his lips, brushing a kiss against the spot where you left your mark. “Do you enjoy leaving me to face the stares of others, meleth-nîn?” he asks, his voice light and teasing. There’s a glint in his eyes, one that shows he’s not truly bothered by the attention—if anything, he finds it amusing. His tone is filled with warmth, and his playful inquiry isn’t meant to chastise you but to gently remind you of the effect your affection has on him. Even as he speaks, he leans closer, his fingers lingering on the spot you marked, showing that he’s not bothered at all. Rather, he enjoys the unique bond you share, and the marks are simply another manifestation of your love.

𖧧 Occasionally, when Legolas senses someone else vying for your attention, he might subtly draw attention to the marks you’ve left, almost as if to remind others of who you belong to. His actions are never overtly possessive, but there’s a quiet conviction in the way he carries himself. He might run his fingers over the mark with slow deliberation, as if savoring the touch. “They should know I am yours, just as you are mine,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with protective pride. There’s no jealousy in his words, only a quiet assertion of your bond, a bond that he cherishes deeply. The way he traces the marks with his fingertips, the way he holds you just a little closer, sends a clear message without needing to say anything more. In these moments, it’s as though the marks are an unspoken declaration—an intimate and quiet reminder that your connection runs deep, and he feels both protective and proud of it.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Elven Ear, and Other Areas

𖧧 Neck: When you bite Legolas’s neck as his lover, his reaction is much more visceral and intimate. The moment your teeth meet his skin, a deep, shuddering breath escapes his lips, his body tensing for a brief moment before he tilts his head slightly to give you more access. His usual calm and poised exterior falters just enough to allow a rare vulnerability to show. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice soft and laced with warmth as he pulls you closer, “you seem intent on making sure I belong to you.” There’s no hint of resistance in his words—only a quiet acceptance and, perhaps, a touch of pride. His fingers brush lightly over the mark you’ve left on his neck, and there’s a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. It’s clear that he’s enjoying the closeness, even as the mark becomes a symbol of the bond between you.

𖧧 Collarbone: When you bite his collarbone, Legolas’s reaction is more subtle but equally affectionate. He lets out a soft hum, his chest rising and falling with a gentle breath. His hands instinctively move to your waist, pulling you closer as though grounding himself in the moment. “You’re relentless,” he teases, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, but there’s no mistaking the affection in his tone. The sensitivity of the area catches him slightly off guard, but he relaxes into the sensation, a soft, amused look crossing his face as he glances down at the mark. His usual poise is still intact, but the playfulness in his gaze betrays how much he’s enjoying the affection, a warmth blooming in his chest.

𖧧 Shoulder: A bite to Legolas’s shoulder causes him to chuckle softly, his breath escaping in a low, amused sound. He barely flinches at all, his muscles tightening for just a moment before melting back into his usual relaxed state. “You are determined to leave your claim on me, aren’t you?” he says, his voice warm and filled with playful amusement. The mark doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest; instead, he seems to wear it proudly, as though it’s just another way for you to express your love. His eyes glimmer with affection as he reaches out, lightly tracing the mark you’ve left, clearly savoring the tender connection it represents.

𖧧 Wrist: When you bite his wrist, Legolas’s reaction is more intimate. His entire body stills, as if every nerve in him is attuned to the sensation. His gaze flicks to yours, a mix of surprise and quiet desire shimmering in his eyes. The tenderness of the area seems to heighten the intimacy of the gesture, and he exhales softly, his voice lower than usual as he murmurs, “You have a way of making even the smallest gesture feel… meaningful.” There’s an almost reverent tone in his voice, as though he’s deeply touched by the way you choose to express your affection. He doesn’t mind the mark in the slightest and may even absentmindedly brush his thumb over it later, as though savoring the reminder of the connection you share.

𖧧 Elven Ear: When you bite his elven ear, the effect is electric. The sensitivity of the area causes him to shudder, a soft gasp escaping him as his body reacts before he can even process the sensation. His hands instinctively grip your waist, pulling you closer, while his breath becomes shallow. His usual composure slips entirely, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as he whispers, “Meleth-nîn, that… was unexpected.” The intimacy of the act is not lost on him, and his gaze meets yours with a mixture of vulnerability, adoration, and a quiet yearning. His voice is breathless, and he seems slightly overwhelmed by the closeness, but there’s an undeniable longing in the way he looks at you, silently inviting you to continue.

𖧧 Other areas: When you bite him on more intimate areas—places only you would mark—his reaction is softer, more tender. His breath hitches, and his hands move to steady you, grounding himself in the moment. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” he teases gently, his voice still warm and affectionate. There’s a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips, but the tenderness in his touch reveals just how much he cherishes your affection. He doesn’t seem to mind being marked in such intimate areas; instead, he seems to wear the marks like a badge of love and connection. His gaze softens as he looks at you, and he may lightly caress the area you’ve marked with his fingers, savoring the sensation and the way it links him even closer to you. His heart swells with the quiet knowing that you see him in such a personal way, and the deep trust between you only grows stronger with each gesture of affection.

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When He Notices a Mark Later How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

𖧧 When Legolas notices a mark you’ve left on him after the fact, his reaction is one of quiet amusement, and a trace of fondness immediately flickers across his face. Perhaps he notices it when he’s dressing for the day, brushing his fingers across the mark, or perhaps it’s the moonlight reflecting off the mark when he’s standing near a window. Either way, the effect is the same—he stops for a moment, his gaze lingering over the mark, and a soft, affectionate smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs under his breath, the word coming out as a gentle sigh, heavy with affection. The mark, whether on his neck, wrist, or somewhere more intimate, serves as an unspoken reminder of your closeness, and for a brief moment, he allows himself to be lost in the thought of you. He traces the mark absently with his fingers, as though savoring the sensation of your touch. The way his gaze softens when he notices it suggests that the mark is not just a physical mark, but a reminder of the love you share. He lingers on the memory of how it was left, and for a moment, the world outside of the mark feels distant and unimportant.

𖧧 Later, when he has the chance to mention it to you, Legolas’s tone is playful but filled with warmth, as though he is proud to wear this symbol of your love. “You didn’t even warn me,” he says with mock reproach, his voice laced with affection. He gestures toward the mark, perhaps on his neck or his forearm, his eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle. “I’ve always known you were bold, but this…” His words trail off, but there’s a teasing note in his voice, as if he’s genuinely impressed by your daring. Despite his words, there’s a subtle possessiveness in the way he refers to the mark, as though claiming it as his own. “You’ve left your mark on me, meleth-nîn,” he continues with a small smirk, the possessive undertone clear, though it’s more playful than anything else. His affection for you radiates through the teasing, and it’s evident that he cherishes every little sign of the bond you share. If the mark is in a visible place, like his wrist or his collarbone, and someone else remarks on it, he brushes off their questions with a calm and composed air. “It’s nothing,” he says, though the faint blush creeping up his neck might reveal that there’s more to it than he lets on. The mark is a visible sign of your love, and while he doesn’t mind showing it off, there’s a hint of shyness that betrays just how deeply he cares for you.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

𖧧 When you press your teeth gently against Legolas’s skin, the reaction is far more tender and intimate, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. The softness of the bite causes him to still entirely, his breath catching in a quiet gasp, as though the act itself holds a deeper meaning. His eyes soften, and for a moment, everything around you both seems to fade. “Meleth-nîn,” he whispers, the word tumbling from his lips with reverence and quiet affection. His voice is barely audible, filled with a deep, soothing warmth that matches the gentleness of your touch. Instinctively, his hand moves to yours, his fingers brushing gently over the place where your teeth met his skin. The subtle intimacy of the moment lingers in the air, and he’s momentarily lost in the sensation of you. It’s a small gesture, but to him, it feels monumental, a reminder of the tender bond you share. His heart flutters at the unexpected softness, and he’s caught in the vulnerability of the moment, feeling more connected to you than ever.

𖧧 Legolas closes his eyes briefly, savoring the calm, affectionate moment. His breath is slow and steady, his heart beating in rhythm with the soft intimacy of your bite. When he speaks, his voice is warm, rich with quiet adoration, as if he’s reflecting on how much your gesture means to him. “You have a way of making even the simplest gestures feel so meaningful,” he murmurs, his fingers gently tracing the spot where your teeth brushed against his skin, as though memorizing the sensation. There’s no teasing or jest in his tone—just a deep, genuine appreciation for the connection you share. He’s fully aware of the weight of the moment, feeling utterly cherished in your presence. The act, though simple, has left him deeply moved. He might even pull you closer, his hand finding the small of your back or your waist as if silently asking for more of your warmth, more of your affection. His actions are tender, the quiet plea in his touch clear: he wants to bask in this closeness, to feel the love you’re offering him in the softest of ways.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

𖧧 The moment you bite Legolas during a passionate encounter, his reaction is immediate, visceral, and intense. His body tenses involuntarily as the sharp sensation of your teeth against his skin races through him, like a spark igniting a fire deep within him. His breath catches, a sharp exhale escaping his lips as he feels the surge of heat rush to his chest. The calm, controlled nature he’s so known for disappears in that instant, replaced by an almost primal awareness of you. His pulse quickens as he becomes acutely aware of every detail—the softness of your skin against his, the warmth of your breath, and the undeniable connection between you. “Meleth-nîn…” he breathes your name, the word slipping from his lips like a soft plea, barely a whisper, yet filled with so much longing. His gaze darkens in the flickering light, his pupils dilated with desire as he looks at you, the intensity in his eyes matching the heat building between you both. He’s no longer thinking, only feeling—his hand instinctively reaching for your wrist or pulling you closer as his mind races with the undeniable desire for you. The initial shock of the bite quickly dissolves, replaced by an all-consuming yearning that wraps around both of you, leaving him unable to do anything but be swept away in the intensity of the moment.

𖧧 After the initial wave of surprise subsides, Legolas’s desire only intensifies. His reaction shifts, becoming more assertive, his voice dropping to a low, rich tone that carries with it a touch of possessiveness. “Do you always mark me so boldly, meleth-nîn?” he asks, his words playful, but with an edge of something deeper, a possessiveness that he can no longer conceal. His fingers trace over the mark you left behind, as though he’s claiming it for himself, savoring the feeling of the intimacy you’ve just shared. There’s something incredibly possessive in his touch as he runs his fingers along the spot, his touch almost reverent, as if grounding himself in the reminder of your love. The mark isn’t just a physical imprint; it’s a sign of your connection, and he cherishes it. “If this is your way of claiming me…” he murmurs, his lips now trailing over your skin in a teasing, possessive kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. The heat between you grows, the tension building again in a new way, as your souls seem to intertwine with the simple yet profound act of the bite. For Legolas, it’s not just about the physicality; it’s the deeper bond you’ve strengthened, the way your connection pulses between you both. And with each soft, possessive kiss, he’s consumed with the feeling of belonging—of being fully, irrevocably yours.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

𖧧 When Legolas notices you admiring the marks on his skin, his first response is quiet amusement, mixed with a deep sense of affection. He watches you for a moment, his gaze softening as he takes in the tenderness of your touch, the way your fingers linger over the spot as though it holds a deeper meaning than just a simple physical mark. A smile begins to curl at the corners of his mouth, and a sense of pride flickers in his eyes, though he doesn’t need to say anything. He feels a quiet joy at seeing you so captivated by the bond the mark represents, and it fills him with a sense of closeness. “You truly treasure this mark, meleth-nîn?” he asks, his voice soft and almost reverent. There’s no hint of embarrassment in his tone; instead, there’s a quiet acceptance, an understanding that this small, intimate detail holds a deep connection between you both. He’s not uncomfortable, just touched by the sight of you gazing at him in such a way. The mark, simple as it may be, is now a symbol of your shared affection, and he can’t help but feel a sense of pride in that.

𖧧 After a moment, his voice grows slightly teasing, though it’s clear that he enjoys the attention and is pleased by the affection you’re showing him. “You know,” he begins with a teasing smirk, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were admiring me as if I were a work of art.” His tone is light, filled with warmth and playfulness, but there’s no mistaking the affectionate gleam in his eyes. His fingers reach out, gently grazing over the mark you’ve left, as though savoring the intimacy of the moment, the soft connection between you both. “I should leave one on you as well,” he says, his voice dropping to a low murmur, filled with a promise that holds more than just playful words. The thought of marking you in return is not just a suggestion, but a reflection of his desire to deepen the bond between you both. There’s a knowing look in his eyes, an unspoken promise of more, and his fingers trace the mark with a deliberate slowness, as though savoring the feeling of your shared intimacy. The way you admire his skin—those little marks that tie you together—only strengthens the connection between you, and Legolas is content, knowing that this small symbol is a testament to your love, your closeness, and the bond you share.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

𖧧 When you bite Legolas during a moment of stress, the sensation of your teeth pressing against his skin causes an immediate and surprising reaction. His body stiffens, his breath catching in a sharp intake as the pressure from your bite hits him, but it only takes a moment for him to understand. The surprise is quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of relief. The tension he’s been carrying—whether from a long, difficult day or the weight of his worries—begins to dissolve. His mind, usually cluttered with thoughts and responsibilities, quiets as your touch grounds him. “Meleth-nîn… What is this?” His voice is softer now, his breath slightly uneven, but there’s a noticeable sense of wonder in it. The confusion that marked his initial reaction fades away as he realizes the depth of comfort your bite is offering him. His tense muscles relax, his shoulders dropping, as if the weight of the world has suddenly become a little lighter. His usual controlled nature momentarily slips away, and he stands still, allowing you to ground him fully in this unexpected, intimate way. He doesn’t rush to speak; instead, he lets the moment linger, letting the warmth of your presence and the calm that follows your bite envelop him.

𖧧 Once the initial tension has eased, Legolas finds himself craving more of the sense of relief your bite has given him. He may lean into your touch, his body drawing closer to yours as though your proximity is the final piece needed to bring him full peace. His breath steadies, and he allows himself to bask in the comfort of your closeness, something he rarely allows himself to do with anyone else. “You know how to calm me, don’t you?” he murmurs softly, his voice low and tender, filled with an unspoken gratitude. His gaze softens as he looks down at you, a warmth in his eyes that contrasts with the usual cool composure he maintains. The touch of your teeth has worked wonders on him, and he’s deeply appreciative of the way you’ve helped him feel centered again. The strain in his frame is gone, and in its place is a quiet vulnerability he doesn’t often show. His hand reaches out, a gentle caress along your cheek or the place where your teeth had touched, his way of silently thanking you for offering him such profound comfort. In this moment, he allows himself to lean into the connection, giving you a piece of himself he normally keeps carefully guarded. His usual stoic facade is gone, replaced by a quiet affection that speaks volumes.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

𖧧 When your bites grow a bit too enthusiastic during moments of intimacy, Legolas’s reaction is a delicate balance of amusement and a quiet reprimand. His brow furrows slightly in a way that shows he’s not angry, but his expression becomes more serious as he feels the pressure of your teeth on his skin. His fingers trace the mark you’ve left, lingering over it with a mixture of intrigue and caution. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs softly, his voice dropping to a tone that is both gentle and firm, “That might be a little too much for me to bear.” His words are calm, but they carry a subtle possessiveness—there’s a trace of protectiveness in his tone, as if he’s claiming the right to show you how he likes his affection to be given. Despite the firm undertone, there’s no anger or reproach—only a request for more balance. He’s not rejecting your affection; he’s merely setting a boundary. As he speaks, he might pull you closer, his lips brushing softly against your ear, his breath warm as he adds, “I adore your enthusiasm, but let’s keep some tenderness between us, yes?” His words are a quiet command, gentle yet filled with the strength of his presence, guiding the moment toward a more mindful, balanced intimacy.

𖧧 Legolas, aware of the depth of your connection, shifts the mood. The playful reprimand melts away as he becomes the dominant force in the moment, his touch now more insistent and purposeful. His fingers gently trace the places where you’ve marked him, the tenderness in his touch contrasting with the force of the earlier bite. His gaze locks with yours, a quiet but intense look that speaks of the depth of the bond between you. “I understand your passion,” he whispers, his voice low and laced with understanding. “But there is more to connection than force. Let me teach you the way I like it.” His words aren’t harsh—they’re the calm, steady guidance of someone who knows the delicate art of balancing affection and intensity. As the dominant partner in the moment, he begins to guide you, his touch more deliberate, showing you how to intertwine passion with tenderness. His movements are slow but purposeful, each touch a lesson in the kind of love he desires—one that is both powerful and tender. His hand might gently rest on the back of your neck, guiding you with the weight of his steady presence as he brings you closer, teaching you the rhythm he prefers. In the moments that follow, you’re left with a deep sense of connection, the lingering feeling of his touch a reminder of how to give affection in ways that honor both your desires and his.

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#Legolas #Legolas x you #Legolas x reader #prince legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas supremacy #legolas simps #legolas headcanons #prince legolas #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr elves

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beautifulblooms · 2 years ago

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this doesnt have to be a separate request from the anon one i sent like 12 hours ago but you're welcome to make it one if you already have plans but: may i please have polyam soap, ghost, & male reader in which ghost is subjected to soap being a licker and reader being a biter. like this man cannot show a cm of skin or else it is at immediate risk of being put into Boyfriend Mouth :]

Nom Nom - Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish x Male! Sergeant! Reader

I have no words to explain this, this is pure crack and fluff, enjoy your little crack fics Eddieverse and was combined by this request you sent on anon

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

So everyone knows that Ghost is always covering himself head to toe, both on and off the field

Most people just assume it’s cause he prefers it or he likes to be ready for missions

They’re half right

The other fucking reason is both his boyfriends are mongrels

Soap has this unconscious desire to lick people he’s close to, and Simon and (y/n) are subjected to it

However, (y/n) is a biter, not like an affectionate nom or something

But has left many marks on Simon and Johnny because of it

He doesn’t bite hard enough to draw blood or break the skin, he’s careful of that, but still, any skin on his boyfriends and he just nom nom

Both of these combined have led Simon to keep himself almost entirely covered on and off the field

He might not wear the mask as much (the skull bit, he definitely still wears the balaclava) but it’s hard to find him without a long-sleeve shirt or hoodie, and full-length pants no matter how hot it is

“Johnny for fucks sake!” Hearing Simon yell that, most people in the base were already aware enough of the lieutenant was yelling at one of his sergeant-boyfriends for things only they could get away with. While Johnny was being chased around the barracks for lifting up the back of Simon’s balaclava and licking his neck, their other boyfriend, (y/n), was laughing hysterically in their shared room. Johnny made it into their room and hid behind (y/n) on the bed as Simon made it to the door of their room and crossed his arms, glaring at Johnny as he clung to (y/n) for protection. “So I take it he licked you again?” (y/n) had the smallest smirk as he looked between the sergeant clinging to him and the lieutenant standing in the doorway. “He did, and now he’s gonna pay for it” Simon walked into the room and pulled Johnny off of (y/n) as he was yelling and begging for mercy, despite laughing the whole time as Simon held him down and put him into a chokehold. (y/n) was far too used to this sight to say much, but instead moved behind Simon and lifted the back of his balaclava before biting his neck, dropping the fabric back into place, and sprinting out of the room. “Oh come on!” Simon yelled after being bitten by his boyfriend but was smiling behind his mask as he continued to keep Johnny in a headlock for the next few minutes before running to go find (y/n)...he loved the two of them but by god did they test his patience.

#male reader #male reader fanfic #x male reader #mlm account #nblm account #simon riley x male reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x male reader #ghost mw2 #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #soap x male reader #johnny mactavish x male reader

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safety-writes-noms · 1 year ago

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Merry Post-Christmas moot!

Sorry finals were giving you the eye-twitches and that I wasn't online when you made your asks request before, but here's my latest spidervores hc (centered around Miggy because hello, it's me):

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Miguel's enhanced senses make him the best at communicating with or checking in on anyone he has already consumed. Not only can he hear them speaking to him from inside his stomach easily, but his enhanced sense of touch extends to his stomach as well - he can feel his prey's movements, breathing and even their heartbeat if they're leaning against his stomach wall.

Peter B finds this very impressive - in his own experience nomming people, he mostly just feels full, and he can hear his prey speak only if they talk loudly and he strains a bit to hear.

Miguel's enhanced sense of taste makes the process of nomming prey more enjoyable for him than most of the other spiders - he picks up on very distinct flavors whenever he noms someone, and he favors prey that have a combination of sweet and savory flavors. The spiders he's nommed have asked him to describe their flavors to him, but he has a hard time directly comparing them to normal food flavors.

Miguel's sense of smell and taste combined allow him to pick up on his prey's mood/mental state - he can tell if they're stressed, happy, scared, etc. based on the subtle chemical signals their bodies give off - not exactly pheromones, but similar.

That's all I've got for now!

AJDJAJA HI MOOT!! this is also very very very very post christmas 😭 happy early valentines if you celebrate it! if not then I hope your month has been good so far.

also I love these headcanons. I think Miguel being able to feel his prey more acutely is so cool and I will now be adding it to my pile of mig hcs :D. plus it adds to his character because he's a workaholic no nonsense control freak /affectionate so of course he would be able to feel everything and make sure they’re fine inside of him.

Since he would probably only nom a select few of people (the ones who are close to him, the ones who he cares about deeply) he genuinely does care about how they feel. Especially if he can taste it. While he would prefer to stay stoic and distant, he finds that people manage to worm through his defenses and to his heart anyway.

If you’re one of those people, congrats! It’s a difficult feat but not impossible. He’s susceptible to genuine care and love and while he tries to run away from it, it catches up with him anyways. I’m not gonna pretend like this dude isn’t traumatized and struggles to accept that he’s allowed to have anything nice (judging off of his comics) but over time, if you’re determined enough to help him, he’ll definitely relent and let you in.

While he doesn’t really think he’s got any redeeming qualities, he shows that he cares through his concern. He’ll check up on you if he thinks you look exhausted or offer you a listening ear if you’re frustrated, etc. If you just want a place to relax and hide away from the overwhelming world outside, he’ll tentatively offer to nom you. Even though he’s afraid that you’ll reject him and think of him as a monster, he still wants to try, just in case you really do need it. He’ll set aside his own insecurities to help you. At his core, i think he’s a giver.

If you say yes, he’ll gulp you down with no further questions. Easy as that. Miguel wont admit that he likes to have someone tucked away inside of him, but his body betrays him, his stomach walls shifting to cradle them more comfortably, his hand subconsciously settling over his gut, etc. even if you don’t want to be gulped down, he’s fine with letting you rest on his shoulder or on his head while he works. Hes such a silly goober /pos

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #sw answers asks #nonsexual vore

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justplearn · 1 year ago

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*drops it and runs away*

*grabs and squishes affectionately*

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM

(Thank you so wahhh, it’s so cute!!😭)

#JustText #But Ju sent me art :3 #Thanks Ju #ily /p

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crossdressingdeath · 1 year ago

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For the durge question: 10 and 19 (I'm especifically curious about who Kyvir is close to platonically!)

(Durge asks!)

10. What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the tadpole? I'm afraid I can't properly answer this one just yet (I haven't decided whether Kyvir's going to embrace or resist the tadpole beyond him definitely not going half-illithid, my plan is to nom all the tadpoles I can this run and then decide what suits him better from there), but in terms of his reasoning both ways... On the "embrace" side the way that the Urge has little to no hold on him when he's hanging out with the Dream Visitor encourages him to lean into it in the hope that he can keep the Urge in check or maybe silence it altogether by giving the tadpole just a little more power, and to some extent the Emperor's attempts at copying Gortash's form does encourage Kyvir to trust him. On the "resist" side the fact that the Emperor cobbled this form together from what flashes of memory he could pull from Kyvir's ravaged mind means that it always feels just a bit wrong to him, which leads to him having more reservations than he might have otherwise, and he also has concerns about sticking more stuff in his brain when it's already such a mess. Plus, the idea of letting himself become reliant on the Dream Visitor even enough to trust him to be telling the truth about absorbing the tadpoles being a good idea rubs him the wrong way. We'll see what side he ultimately comes down on!

19. Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not? Well, obviously Astarion and Halsin as his lovers. Summarizing since you're more interested in the platonic ones, Halsin's warmth and kindness are a massive comfort (and knowing that someone so ultimately good could possibly love him makes Kyvir feel like maybe he's not entirely monstrous after all), and Kyvir and Astarion have this Thing where it starts out as pure manipulation on both sides and they're basically both having to learn how to love another person at the same time. Platonically, Kyvir's closest to Gale and Karlach. With Gale it starts because by sheer coincidence Gale happens to offer to help Kyvir connect to the Weave the night after Alfira's death, and having that moment of peace and connection and comfort in the middle of all his confusion and self-disgust and fear made him latch onto Gale... pretty hard? Not helped by Gale's constant praise during that scene, because this poor boy is starved for people telling him he's doing good. He actually probably could've ended up falling for Gale quite easily, but Gale's romantic feelings come before his sexual ones and that scared Kyvir off when it came up. They're still the very best of friends, though. They hang out and talk magic theory like nerds together all the time, it's great fun. For them. Everyone else finds it deeply weird (affectionate). With Karlach I think it started with Karlach being delighted at how immediately Kyvir was like "You want us to kill some paladins for you? We will absolutely do that! I will take no arguments from the rest of the group on this!" and Kyvir not having the heart to tell her that actually he just. really wanted to kill some paladins, and was actually a little disappointed when it turned out they weren't. But then Karlach started seeking Kyvir out to hang out with him and she was so nice and sweet and also violent and he just... really liked her! And then they started getting into the "I would rather die than return to where I was" commonality and even though Kyvir didn't remember his past that... did strike a nerve and they bonded over it. Also: she's very warm. Before Dammon cooled down the engine Kyvir had to sit like a foot away from her, sure, but that was still warm and after it's safe to touch her she's so quick to hug people so it's just. touch-starved tiefling cuddle piles. (Not coincidentally, Gale and Karlach are two of the characters who respond worst to the Bhaal's Chosen reveal. This makes that whole situation Much Much Worse.)

#bg3 #kyvir #ask games #asks #oneeyedoctogod

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crypticjackal13 · 3 years ago

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Could i request a headcanon of Mk, Red son and Mei(seperatly) with a reader who is very affectionate and like to cuddle all the time. Basically they are sort of clingy but respect there boundaries. When they are having a hard time they come and ask for some cuddles to recharge there energies.

Oh my goodness absolutely

STOPLIGHT TRIO(SEPARATELY) X GN READER WHO IS AFFECTIONATE — HEADCANONS

He ADORES YOU

You both like to surprise each other with hugs and smooches, and that's on a regular day

Cup their face in your hands and tell him how cool he looked during training

Them stopping by with your favorite snack and hugging you close before running off to finish deliveries

You're having a cruddy day and he brings your favorite movies, a big blanket, and cuddles you to make you feel better!!

He's stressed or down in the dumps, go get them to destress with you by laying down with each other and play some games!!

Very sweet and is the type to ask you EVERY TIME before kissing you, even if he just kissed you

MEI

She thinks you're the sweetest being to grace this earth!

Her favorite thing is when you run up and pounce on her to hug her and she catches you....and just carries you around!

Riding on her motorcycle with her and holding onto her waist,,,

Always holding one of your hands. You don't know how she does it, but she does, and it's wonderful bc her hands are very soft

Sleepovers where you two get all cozy in her bed with her stuffed animals>>>>

PLAY WITH EACH OTHER'S HAIR AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING. IT'S GREAT

She's also the type to bite you lovingly. It never leaves marks, just a small "nom" from time to time

REDSON

They're...stiff. at first. But she gradually finds himself yearning for your affections when you're not around.

More often than not he blurts out that they want a hug or for you to hold one of her hands, and obviously, you oblige.

Throughout the relationship, they get more comfortable with not only taking affection, but giving it as well!

Forehead kisses and an arm around your waist are the most common things you'll get from him! But she won't shy away if you want to cuddle, unless they're busy. But then it's a matter of how good they are at making blueprints when you're sitting in his lap!

You never have to worry about being cold at night ever again. Or anytime, for that matter. She can lower her body heat, however they never get "cold". It's very nice during winter!

A concept: crying over something or other, and faster than you can blink, they're ushering you to a different space, taking you into his arms, and comforting you. Rubbing soothing circles onto your back as she helps you regulate your breathing, and then asking you what happened and who they need to beat up.

Wrapping yourselves up in their coat/using their coat as a blanket because it's nice and warm

#lmk qi xiaotian #lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk mk #lmk x reader #lmk red son #lmk xiaojiao #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk mei #traffic light trio #red son #redson x reader #mk x reader

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genshin-latte · 4 years ago

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Hello!! I love your writing so much hhh thank you for all these yummy foods nom nom. Is alright if I ask for headcannons of xiao, venti, and diluc with their s/o who likes to compare their hand size or just reader enjoying touching their hands hsjksks

Hhewwo Im sorry if it took rather long this got burried in my inbox 😭 I dont write for Xiao or Venti much hehdhdjrke I hope this is okay ❤️

Xiao is... perplexed. Why do you like to hold his hand so much? He thinks they must not be very soft... or comfortable to hold.

He’s not used to physical contact, let alone affection. So your small habit really confuses him.

“Xiao, hold out your hand.” “What?” He’d look at you completely taken off guard by your request. He becomes even more confused when he sees you put your palm against his and he may get a little flustered.

If you touch his hand without warning, he might pull away on reflex the first few times, he doesn’t dislike it but it’d take him a while to get used to.

He actually tries to subtly initiate things once he grows accustomed with your gestures. Often placing his hand between the two of you when you’re sitting side by side, instead of keeping it occupied like he actually does.

Sometimes he returns your gesture, giving your hand a light squeeze or simply letting his fingers run over yours.

His hands are of average size —bigger than Venti’s smaller than Diluc’s, it’s rather thin and slender though you’d ever only feel them through his gloves.

He’ll be more than happy to indulge you. He loves the he way you’d reach out to him to compare your hands, and the way you’re always searching for his to hold.

He might tease you about it. Especially if your hands are smaller.

He’ll end up intertwining your fingers whenever you compare your hand to his. He loves holding your hand as much as you love his.

Whether you initiate it or not you’re going to end up having his hand in yours anyway, and he won’t be letting go anytime soon.

It eventually becomes a habit whenever you two are together. He’s constantly holding your hands during your dates whether it’s to take you around the city or simply lying under the tree in windrise.

His hands are a little on the small side,his palms are soft but fingers calloused due to him playing the lyre often.

He doesn’t mind it, in fact he thinks it’s quite adorable. He doesn’t show a lot of affection in public, but he finds your subtle gestures of love to be rather sweet.

You’d see a small smile on his face everytime you put your palm against his. It’s a subtle change but you’d notice how his expression softens.

Sometimes he responses by clasping your hands together, leaving soothing circles on your palm or the back of your hand with his thumb.

In private, he becomes a lot more affectionate, in fact he might be the one initiating it. Especially since he knows how much you love the gesture.

He’ll bring your hand to his lips so he can leave a soft kiss on the back of it and light ones on your fingers.

His hands are a bit large. It’s rather comforting to hold. When he’s not wearing his glove, you can feel his slightly rough palms, perhaps from his years of experience with his weapon.

#genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #genshin venti #genshin impact venti #genshin diluc #genshin impact diluc #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #venti x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #cup of latte

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iamgrape · 2 years ago

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Gluttonous Love♡lust 4

WARNING: Blood, unhinged Niki. Curiosity kills the cat, murder?

Previous || CH 4 || Next

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Later that night when he come home.

He went to the big air bed you sleep in since you move in. Your hugging a teddy bear that he owned as a young demon-- which you found after searching for treasure he might have in his house after watching a cartoon show your now obsess with.

Many thoughts run in his mind, as his blue eyes slowly dulled in colors with the thought of why you come into his life or why you stayed when you cannot get anything from him, as you far you only appear like a normal human who like to watch cartoon and sleep a lot.

His hand wanted to reach out to your neck, you who's sleeping peacefully. Who don't know the danger that lies beside you.

"MC..." He kneeled beside the bed and stared at your sleeping form. Yet as the thought of his mind takes troll in his way of action, he slowly called your name.

Your name seems so normal to him, he likes calling your name or sometimes the nickname you like to be called with.

It's odd, how he felt that's it's normal thing... Yet when he realize that you come without anyone pushing into his life like the likes of Rinne, he don't know what to do.

What if you want to ruined him like how people ruined his father.

"Hmm???" You sense someone is with you and slowly wakes up, through still feeling a bit sleepy.

"Niki~ w-welcome back~ " you smiled as you reach to hug him, your very affectionate to him. Always wanting to hug him every now and then.

" Ahaha... I'm back MC..." He smiled as he pats your head.

"Zzz... H-hows... Your trip... Zzz..." You mumble haft asleep as you lean your head against him.

"It's fun one..." His hand went down to you nape. His eyes swirling with thoughts if he should eliminate you when your so defenseless in this moment.

"Hm... That's good..." You who don't know the thought of the demon your hugging who smiles while he gaze on your haft waken state.

You felt so drained as you don't intake the right food for a lust demon but it's fine, because Niki food is good...

"I'm hungry..." You whimper against him. "Hungry for what MC?" He soft smile in Niki face seems off, yet your not fully awake to see it. His voice sound odd as if his trying to get an information out of you yet your too asleep to notice it.

"Hm... I ... Want chocolate chip cookie." You mumble in your sleep. "And mochii..." You added. "Ehehe... Nom nom... " Your dreaming of cookies and mochi as you hug Niki. His scent is so nice. It make you full but also not full.

"You don't want anything else?" Don't you come into his life to feed from his desire?' he thought as he stopped his plan. "Humm...? I... I don't know... I'm hungry... For something... But it's okii... I'll be fine... If I eat your dish... I like seeing you smile...too " Your too honest in your sleep, Niki can't help but chuckle.

"My servant is so handsome and cute... Your so nice to me... I wish... I was human... And be bless with those mate thingy.... Hmm... It's so unfair... Why does.. someone like me... Have to ... " You start to weep in your sleep as your unconscious self slowly remember the reason you wanted to destroy the so called bound soul mate have and become a lord of Lust.

" It's unfair... I want companion... Why only humans have those...? Why only That incubus have a soul mate... Why can't I... " You crawl in his arms.

" What's wrong with being a demon? " Niki wipes your tears away. He felt bad to get information out of you in your defenseless state yet he want to learn more about you.

"... having long life without no one is a road of emptiness. ... Being human with a life and eternal companion through short... They have a wonderful time..."

"... Do you not enjoy your time with me, master?" He can't help but sigh as he trace your lips with his thumbs after so, he wipes your tears away.

" I do... But... But what if you... what if... You Dislike me.. what if you dislike me... I am a nasty demon... I wanna make lunch on your desire when I meet you! But... But I dont wanna... I don't wanna anymore... What if you hate me... Your the only one nice too me, not looking at me being a nasty demon who feed on desire... Huhu... Niki don't hate meeee... Don't hate me when you find out... I'm not really send by your friend... Huhuhu... " you cried. He almost thought your wide awake but he felt you won't be this honest about your identity if you were.

"Shh... It's ok... Im not mad..." He chuckle as he finally gotten the information he wanted and hugs you happily. "MC don't cry... I'll make you cookies and mochi or anything you want..." He cooed to you as you slowly calm down as he start to hummed a lullaby.

"Hmm... Zzz... Dont hate me...." You finally calm down and sleep peacefully in his arms. He sighs in relief. "I won't..." He softly kiss your forehead as he put you back to the air bed and gives you back the teddy bear that fallen off and put a comforter on your sleeping form.

Niki slowly stood up and left the room, closing the door. He lean against the door frame as his bangs cast away his gaze.

"Ah... I'm nasty too. After all... I eat humans... And I..." He covers his mouth as the scent of yours slowly taking effect on him. He felt himself drooling, his blue eyes swirling with hunger of gluttony.

You smell so good... you were like a feist he wanna dig in. The fact he thought Rinne send you stopped him from trying to eat you alive when he meet you. It was an intense urges he never experienced before.

"It's time to eat my backup..." He mumble as he stood up. He walk to another room, that he don't allow you to enter.

Inside lies a hooked meat with blood dropping into the bucket every now and then. In the corner a warm body that is tied up but the person who have been snooping around his property since a few days ago, a reporter who is on to him.

He close the door behind him as his about to take another extra this night, or else he might consume his master.

He don't want that, his master is companion after all. Taking care of your and feeding you is his daily routine now.

A smile appear on his face as he held one of the sharp knife as he approaches the whimpering unwilling human.

"I'm sorry... But I refuse to destroy my lifestyle... So please forgive me... As they say curiosity kills the cat~" and he slash down his knife with a deranged smile pasted on his face as blood splash on his face, licking the blood off that splash on his lips. He clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Oh my master, your presence is ruining my meals... Now nothing seems appealing in my taste... Only you seems so appealing in my eyes...

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-> Niki speak of literally consuming you btw. ( gluttony ) but he rather not because your his master. So his diet with only consuming human flesh once a week, now become every now and then.

->By companion, he enjoy interaction with you since you seems to be a fun person who is like him. Beside even if he unalive someone in the house, your too deep in your sleep to notice.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #Niki Shiina #Gluttonous Love♡lust #Shiina Niki #Shiina Niki x reader #Niki shiina x reader

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softluci · 4 years ago

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aggressive affection, i think

(part two here!)

[ @yourlocalsinnamonroll (hi!) sent me an ask to do more gen z headcanons and i started working on something for her, except it isn’t actually a set of headcanons, but rather a really long...one-shot? but anyway, i thought of actual headcanons that i can share now, so i can return to my ROOTS hopefully this will do in the meantime. ]

i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)

but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:

“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,” “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth.

so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.

lucifer

“blindsided,” does not even begin to describe what you’ve done to this man. while his recovery time was quick, he was still so, so confused.

all he said was, “you look nice today,” why did you threaten to kiss him? was that even a threat?

he doesn’t know because you said, “stop before you get kissed on the mouth,” but it doesn’t matter because you failed to consider that he is obsessed with you in dire need of a kiss on the mouth, and you, silly thing that you are, just provided conditions under which he can get one.

that said, have fun trying to explain to this man that you were joking while he’s holding you against him with the most smug look on his dumb little face. if you don’t wanna kiss him, okay, but by the time he feels like letting you go, your face is gonna be scorching and you will have properly learned not to do that again. unless you enjoyed yourself, in which case—

by the way, if you believe in a higher power, you had better pray he doesn’t do this to you because now that you’ve planted the idea in his villainous little brain, he’s just biding his time. so the next time you compliment him innocently, and he says, “be quiet before i kiss you,” like the monster he is, assert your dominance by kissing him first, it’s the only way to maintain your dignity.

mammon

why would you do that to him. he is literally in love with you, you can’t be doing this. he knows he’s an attractive person, but you can’t tell him that, and you especially can’t do it by flirting with him, it’s embarrassingly disarming. especially since he was going to make fun of you once he saw that you were looking at the issue of majolish with him on the cover. he had a plan and everything, and you ruined it. he was gonna say something dumb cool, after which you would be embarrassed , and he would laugh.

but then you looked at him, said, “i’m gonna eat you,” and his entire plan was thwarted. now you have to stand there and watch him struggle to form a sentence while his face gets red. you should take this opportunity to bite him, give him a little nom on the shoulder or something, just to razz him. it’ll be great, i promise.

luckily, he can’t even think about doing this to you without having to lie down, so you should be safe—unless, of course, he catches both you and himself by surprise. so if you get nommed on, you had it coming.

levi

you menace. you absolute villain. you’re laughing.

levi was about to go into a match he was nervous about, and then you said, “it’s okay, no matter what happens, i will always wanna make out with you,” and then he dropped his controller and blacked out, and you’re laughing.

you’re terrible. absolutely awful. acquaint yourself with shame while you blow cool air into his face and shake him awake.

when he does wake up, and he reminds you that he’s the avatar of envy, do nawt be surprised.

try to explain to him that you were kidding and let it slip that you say these types of things to everyone and you’re getting a tail around your waist. no matter how much he might stutter while he makes his point, the fact remains that he’s the only one you’re allowed to say these things to now. you can do it to the others while he’s not around if you feel so inclined, but he’s going to find out eventually, so good luck explaining yourself while he doesn’t keep his tail still when he uses it to hold you in place.

your only saving grace here is that he is physically incapable of doing it to you, but, you know. that probably gets overridden by how possessive he’s gonna get.

satan

you’re deranged. or just really confident. or a fool. it doesn’t matter, you fucked up. he said a normal thing, and then you threw him for a loop.

you were nervous about an exam the next day, he said, “you’re a capable person, you have nothing to be worried about.”

and then you, evidently forgetting that he is not one of your human friends, said, “flattery will get you made out with,” and tried to walk away.

first of all, how was that flattery? he was stating a fact. second of all, who said he didn’t wanna make out with you🤨. he never said that, you are making assumptions about him and his character.

anyway, he has no idea where you think you’re going, but you didn’t make it very far before he caught up to you anyway.

when he repeats what you said back to you in the form of a question, with that deceptively polite look on his face, know that he is being rhetorical. do not bother trying to explain yourself, it’ll be difficult to do so in a convincing manner while he’s backing you up to the nearest wall. do not be surprised when he takes this opportunity to blindside you with praise, directly into your ear, with that fatally smooth voice of his. and do NAWT be surprised when he pulls back and says, “why am i not being made out with?” with a dumb little smile. it brings him a lot of joy to see you squirm.

you don’t even have a saving grace here. this man is ruthless, he’s gonna do this to you literally whenever he wants, and he won’t even let you look away, let alone run away, so find joy in the monster you have created.

asmo

listen. unless you are genuinely empty headed, there is absolutely no way you did this on accident.

he wasn’t even doing anything out of character either, it was the middle of self-care night, he was putting moisturizer on your face for you, and he went, “you’re even cuter up close,” which is a normal, tame thing for him to say.

so unless you just have uncontrollable knee-jerk reactions, no way did you say, “so make out with me then,” to this man, by accident.

you’re lucky he has some knowledge of the fact that you sometimes say things that aren’t smart, so he didn’t just immediately jump on you; however, you are by no means in the Clear.

you blinked and he was nose to nose with you and basically in your lap. now you have to deal with his wandering hands while you try and explain yourself—that is, if you can even overcome how flustered you are, which you probably can’t. luckily, he knows you probably didn’t mean it, but he’s still asmo, so he takes it upon himself to be respectfully heinous like the gentleman he is.

so when he somehow manages to get even closer to you and says, “honey, you should really get a handle on those impulses of yours, unless you plan on following through,” like the bastard he is, know that from that point forward, whatever happens is on you.

here is another man with whom you have no saving grace; now that you’ve given him the idea that he can be more explicit with you,,, well.

beel

you’re a heathen. why would you do something like this. well, you know what, maybe you aren’t that much of a heathen, considering that you did bake cookies for him. that was really sweet of you, so he thanked you and complimented your skill, like a regular person.

so why, exactly, did you say, “i only accept thanks in the form of kisses, preferably with tongue,” ? something is genuinely not right with you.

now you have this man standing there, confused and red in the face. he’s trying to do the math, and nothing is adding up. like, it’s definitely doable, he can definitely do that, but, like, why would you make this request so suddenly?

this is probably the only instance in which you can coherently say, “i was kidding, you don’t actually have to do that,” and it almost doesn’t work.

you absolutely should not have been leaning against the counter because now he’s standing in front of you, and you have nowhere to run.

however, the thing about beel is that he is someone who flusters people without meaning to, so he has no idea of the effect that his, “are you sure?” has on you.

luckily, you’re still mostly coherent because you know that beel isn’t heinous like his brothers, so you manage to tell him that he doesn’t have to kiss you if he doesn’t want to because you were kidding.

you have every right to be surprised when, all of a sudden, you’re sitting on the counter, and he says, “why do you think i don’t want to?”

do you have a saving grace with this man? kind of. he would never say what you said or something similar, but the next time he compliments you and you choose to be normal and say, “thank you,” he’s gonna ask if he should kiss you, so try not to collapse.

belphie

now. he isn’t the Worst Person you could’ve done this with. but by god you are out of your mind.

your first mistake was choosing to lie down next to him, not because you had plans to be a menace, but because he is always a menace and has a thing for reminding you, which he can do more easily when you’re in proximity to him.

so when he said, out of nowhere, “are you ticklish?” you should’ve just rolled away, which wouldn’t have worked, but it would have been less chaotic then saying, “you are legally required to make out with me before you try and find out.”

you said it so casually that he was almost stunned into staying still, but his recovery time was excellent.

the next thing you knew, you were laying underneath a very smug, very menacing man, who seemed entirely too prepared to listen to what you had to say for once.

“legally?”

okay, so, maybe you should’ve chosen your words more carefully, but he was seconds away from tickling you, so you didn’t exactly have time to defend yourself. you can never backtrack with belphie anyway, so it makes sense that you went headlong into your claim, telling him that yes, this is, in fact, the law of the land.

“i was never one to pay attention to the law, but since you’re being so insistent, i guess i don’t really have a choice—”

leave it to him to pretend like you’re a burden as if he isn’t literally head over heels in love with you like everyone else fond of you. bastard.

there is absolutely nothing to save you from this man. he isn’t tactful enough to wait for an opportunity to do this to you, like satan or lucifer, so expect to be Just Sitting There when he tells you that you’re required to make out with him right this instant—it’s the law.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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megan-is-mia · 4 years ago

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Neck kisses from yandere ruggie with a blushing darling please?

(He almost go nom-nom on the neck) 20. “You could rip my heart from my chest, and I’d still adore you.” 95. “Why are you so afraid of me?” (Yandere! Ruggie Bucchi x Fem! S/o)

”Hey baby I’m back” Ruggie said cheerfully as he threw open the door to his room. On his bed right where he’d left her, was (Y/n). He’d taken a bit of a gamble today, leaving his door unlocked the entire time he was away at classes and seeing if his pretty girlfriend would try to run away. So you can imagine how happy he was seeing his lover still in the place where she belonged. If he was being honest he wouldn't have been super pissed if she’d tried to run. It was fun to chase her around once in a while.

It was even more fun getting to punish her once he’d caught her. Alas it seemed (Y/n) wasn’t going to be doing any running today so he’d have to dote on her for having good behavior. Ruggie dropped his backpack by his desk before pouncing on the bed and starting to cover his baby’s neck in kisses. The young woman made no sort of movement to indict she was even aware of the physical contact until the hyena’s teeth brushed against her voicebox. It was like a switch had been flipped: the girl began squirming frantically, her mouth agape as senseless gibblish flowed from it, and her eyes wide with intense fear. Ruggie held tight to (Y/n) perplexed by this sudden change in temperament. He tried to continue his string of kisses, hoping maybe this would coax the young woman into calming down but if anything it only increased his sweetheart’s discomfort. The hyena shifted his weight on the bed so he could pin his partner down.

“Why are you so afraid of me all of a sudden? I was just giving you some hello kisses baby” hyena said with a pout as he stared down at the girl who was already starting to calm, worn-out by her own panic attack and allowing Ruggie to resume his affectionate efforts. “Please don’t eat me” (Y/n) said in a voice so soft, the boy almost thought he’d imagined it. He froze, confused by this answer but soon knowing the answer as a chuckle slipped from between his teeth. “Nah, I’m not gonna eat you baby” he said in a soothing tone. Back when he’d first locked her up in his room, the only way she’d obey was under the threat that he’d eat her otherwise. He’d even sunk his teeth lightly into her throat to show he was joking around. The feeling of his fangs even brushing that part of her body again must have triggered a panic attack in (Y/n). Frankly, Ruggie was surprised she even still believed his threat at all. It was kinda cute in a weird way. “In fact… You could rip my heart from my chest, and I’d still adore you” Ruggie said, licking over the spot where his teeth has lightly scratched (Y/n)’s skin and causing her to let out a little gasp as her cheeks turned pink with a sudden blush. The hyena felt another chuckle about to slip out as he continued doting attentively on his lovely girlfriend. Now that he was certain that she’d never leave him, it was time to start eradicating those lingering misgivings she had towards him~ what fun they’d have… THE END

#Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Yandere TWST #Yandere Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi

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sgrayonderii · 4 years ago

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SSM21 Day 17: a gentle man

In which some titles are more accurate than others. Samurai-esque AU

It is common knowledge that for a noble title and a swath of land, her mother was sold to a warlord.

Haruno Sakura had the great misfortune of being born as the daughter of a destitute samurai family. Their master had long been vanquished and their lands long sold to make ends meet. And yet still longed for days yonder.

But her mother also had the great fortune of being born a beauty, so when the opportunity arose; a passing hegemon looking for a bride, Sakura’s parents took a chance.

They say that the young warlord was so mesmerized by her mother that he immediately accepted the terms of the expensive bride price and took her as his wife.

On their wedding day, mother was dressed in her finest robes while her father arrived late in a full suit of blood soaked armor.

The ceremony itself was a soleum affair. Her parents pledged themselves before the gods and swear to their union.

And so Haruno Sakura becomes Lady Uchiha no Sakura, the wife of Lord Uchiha no Madara.

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Sarada has faint memories of her father; more often than not her father is sent to the battlefield and only returns a few days to weeks at a time between campaigns.

The Uchiha clan is one of the important noble families of the Konoha and known for its long history of bloodthirsty warriors. Her father is no exception.

Whenever he returns home, Sarada hides behind her mother’s skirt. Her father is an imposing demon-like man, larger than life, and taller than a mountain. Someone more suited for stories and legends than real life.

They call him a man more fearsome than Susanoo-no-Mikoto itself. So violent, so blood crazed, it is a wonder that Sakura lived as long as she did when a male heir had yet to be born.

Thankfully, it seems that as a daughter, her father pays very little attention to her. Whenever he returns from the borderlands between here and Oto, he barely spares her a glance.

However, whenever his eyes meet her mother’s through his helmet, he beckons her over.

“Sakura,” he commands, voice deep and low, “bring some tea to my quarters.”

Sarada always remembers her mother looking angry but determined then. Sakura dutifully follows her husband into the inner chambers. She doesn’t emerge until late morning.

Sarada is usually having lessons during this time, but one day she sneaks out of her etiquette classes to find her mother.

She searches almost the entire unusually empty manor before finding Sakura in the kitchen brewing tea. Her mother’s clothes are covered in blood and her hands are covering her tears.

Sarada has never seen her mother sob so terribly before.

From then on, she decides that her father must be an especially cruel man.

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Whenever her father returns from war, her Papa also comes home.

Today she finds him on the engawa overlooking the gardens. He is sipping some tea while looking over some scrolls. He appears injured, bandages wrapped around his torso, but otherwise in good health.

If her father is the devil incarnate, then Sarada’s papa is a handsome devil.

No wonder her Mama is so taken with him. Sometimes when she is supposed to be asleep, she can hear her Mama fuss over Papa. They hold hands when no one is looking and share secrets no other soul knows.

Despite the cold manor they reside in, Mama is an affectionate woman at her core and her Papa is receptive to all she has to give.

And Papa must be someone important too; after all he is allowed to leave and enter from the inner quarters that a normal Uchiha foot soldier could not.

Sarada pads over to him, he looks up and beckons her closer.

“Have you been a good girl, little peanut?”

Sarada scoffs. “ I’m not a nut.” But she holds out her hands anyways.

Her Papa chuckles and pulls out some dried persimmons from his sleeves. “Don’t tell Sakura.”

Sarada smiles at their little secret before taking a bite. “What are you reading?” Her Papa allows her to climb onto his lap and drapes the scroll over her. Sarada squints, only understanding a fraction of the words on the paper. She points and reads aloud the characters she recognizes.

“Good girl.” He slips her another dried persimmon.

That is when her mother finds them.

“Sasuke-kun!” her mama enters the scene in a huff, “I told you to stop that, you’ll ruin her dinner.”

Sarada quickly shoves both persimmons into her mouth. Her papa has the decency to look sheepish.

“You can’t keep spoiling her like that! She is going to get an upset stomach!” Sakura continues.

“Do you want me to spoil you too?”

Her mama sputters, all red and flustered. Her hands move to cover her flaming cheeks.

Sarada meanwhile uses the distraction to hold out her hands for another treat. Her gentle papa instead leans down and kisses her forehead.

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For the past year, her father and his retainers had been defending the borders between Oto and Konoha. After the dissenters were finally defeated, a grand celebration is held in her father’s honor.

She remembers that her father was hailed as the second coming of Madara, the legendary clan head from the distant past. The comparison is uncanny, both bloodthirsty and merciless but dauntless in the face of adversary. Soon it becomes her father’s mantle; Lord Uchiha no Madara, the slayer of the Orochi.

Sarada hadn't been invited to the banquet due to her age but that night she is much too excited to sleep. She has never seen so many people gathered in one place in her life. And even though her father’s presence makes her nervous, she loves the tales about his exploits.

The banquet hall is rowdy and the envoy’s drunken singing could be heard from down the halls. The fuzzy silhouettes of her father’s soldiers line the banquet hall, she has a hard time making out who is who. Everything is quite blurry even with the multiple lanterns.

The only one Sarada could identify for sure is her mother. Sakura’s features are distinct, like a lone flower against the night sky. Her mother sits obediently at the head of the table beside the man that is her father.

He has forsaken armor this time, but there is still a sword at his side. From the distance, her father doesn’t look particularly like he was enjoying the festivities.

He appears bored. Perhaps his blood is not used to peace, after all a beast belonged in the wild and a warrior to the battlefield.

Sakura every once and a while would refill her father’s sake cup or serve him more of the feast in front of him. Occasionally, when her mother would lean over and her father would whisper something into her ear.

Her mama would stiffen and her face would become strained. At first Sarada can’t make out the expression, until a small smile blooms on her mama’s visage.

Sarada goes to bed soon after, not quite understanding their interactions.

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Her earliest memory of Papa is halfway past her fourth year.

Father had been back for a few days now, not that she had really seen him. And to be perfectly honest, her father is a scary man and she would rather not run into him.

But Sarada is also curious so she puts on a brave face and finds herself outside her mother’s quarters.

Peering through the crack in the paper screen door, Sarada spots her mother’s figure and a man she doesn’t recognize.

Her mama is leaning on the man’s shoulder while he serves her sake with his free hand. Back then, Sarada found it a strange role reversal that a man dressed in such luxurious robes was pouring her mama a drink.

Sarada has seen some men in her father’s army throw a tantrum when a pretty lady wouldn’t attend to them. Even Sakura during official functions knows to serve her father first before anyone else can even eat.

But this man sat with her mama so nonchalantly and closely, breaking tradition as if it was nothing!

Her shock was audible to where her mother and the man turned to see her crouched by the entryway.

Sarada felt as if she interrupted a private moment, but man’s expression morphed into something soft and Sakura giddily rushes over to pick her up.

“Sarada! Come, come! Papa is here, see?” Sakura hands her over the stranger’s awaiting arms. She doesn’t want to leave her mama’s embrace but the man’s is just as warm.

“Hello little peanut, have you been good while I was away?”

How is she supposed to answer him? She opts for a nod and reaches for the familiarity of her mother.

“Sasuke-kun…”

“It’s alright, she probably isn’t used to my face.” He leans over regardless and kisses her mother’s forehead. Then he looks Sarada straight in the eye. “I am you papa.”

Sarada thinks she likes this ‘Sasuke-kun,’ this Papa. Someone so kind to her mother can’t be a bad man.

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As she gets older, Sarada becomes privy to the rumors about the current acting head of the Yamanaka clan. How her son looks nothing like her deceased husband but has the same eyes as the court painter.

And Sarada has her own theories about her mama and the man that is her papa.

She just hopes that her father never finds out.

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Even though her mother is essentially the lady of the house, Sarada still hears whispers of her lineage. Even more so now that Sarada begins wearing glasses.

Before her father leaves for his next campaign, he gives Sakura his inkan.

As the wife of the lord, Sakura officially acts as his surrogate in any official business even if some of the family retainers aren’t happy about it.

Fortunately, many would rather swallow their pride that incur her father’s wrath.

All except one.

Uchiha no Shin, a rather minor branch clan member, always disapproved of her father and even more so now that he left his wife in charge of the estate in his absence.

It all comes to a head when Sakura denies him funding for a rather ill thought out building project.

“You dirty wench! ”

Sarada can hear the screams from her room. She rushes to the scene. Sakura is still standing her ground when she arrives.

“I don’t see any benefit in this strategy and I doubt my dear lord husband would either.”

“What do you know?! You are nothing but a plaything you stupid bitch, I’ll teach you some manners!” Shin chooses that moment to raise his hand at her mother.

Sarada feels the anger seep into her bones but her mother chooses that moment to retaliate and punch Shin square in the face herself.

Shin falls back unceremoniously. Sarada is slack jawed.

“How dare you!” he seethes. Shin tries to get up only for another person to rush to her mother’s aid.

Shin’s screams are agonizing and it takes Sarada a moment to realize that not only had her father returned, but he had drawn his sword and stabbed it clean through Shin’s arm, effectively pinning it to the tatami.

“Sasuke-kun!”

Sarada blinks once. Twice.

“Are you alright Sakura?” Her father, her papa asks, completely ignoring their screaming relative.

Sakura nods and he turns to her as well “Are you okay Sarada?” his voice deep and low but the same kind cadence up close as her beloved papa.

Suddenly her father’s mysterious and distant features that were always hazy to her meld with the papa in front of her now.

Sarada adjusts her glasses. She feels really stupid in that moment.

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This time, Sarada is invited to the banquet.

It’s an annual harvest festival and her father is the guest of honor. The local leaders once again announce him as ‘Lord Uchiha no Madara’ much to his chagrin.

“I really hate when they call me that.” Sasuke tells them later when the food is being served and drinks are flowing freely. Sakura is on one side while Sarada is on the other. Habitually he is discreetly putting any sweets that make it his way and the tenderest pieces of meat onto their plates.

“Anata,” with time Sarada notices that her mother only ever uses this term in public when her father needed more placating than usual, “they are just just in awe of how great you are!”

“I wish they had chosen something different, Madara was such a pain in the ass.”

“Sasuke-kun!” Her mother tries to be scandalized but can’t help but devolve into a fit of giggles.

As her father continues to look on adoringly at his wife, Sarada can’t help but agree with him.

A name like that is unfitting of her gentle papa.

A/N: Happy Sasusaku month 2021! My brain is mush right now so excuse the multitude of grammatical errors. Thank you for reading!

And just to note in historical Japan, men tended to change their names depending on significant life events. For example, Minamoto no Yoshitsune's childhood name was Ushiwakamaru.

@ssskmonth

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earthlybeam · 3 months ago

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Request by @justaloserxx ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Meludir x Reader (You Like to Bite and Leave Marks) Nom nom on their skin 🤣

💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻

(Your Meludir friend version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

𑁍 The first time you bite him, Meludir freezes for a split second, caught off guard by the unexpected sensation. His eyes widen as he glances at you, his cheeks immediately flushing a bright shade of pink. “What—what was that?” he stammers, awkwardly shifting on his feet, his usually composed nature slipping away as he tries to process the playful bite. His hand instinctively goes to the spot you nipped, rubbing it absentmindedly as he stares at you with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. He doesn’t pull away, but there’s a subtle hesitation in his movements, as if he’s trying to figure out the boundaries of this new, somewhat bewildering display of affection. After a brief pause, his lips curl into a small, shy smile. “Is that how you say hello?” His tone is gentle, though there’s a trace of uncertainty in his voice as he glances at you, wondering if this is just a joke or if it means something more.

𑁍 As the first surprise fades, Meludir’s curiosity takes over. His eyes sparkle with a playful glint, and his shyness starts to melt away, though there’s still an air of innocence in his expression. “I… didn’t think that was a thing,” he admits, his voice soft but tinged with amusement. “But I suppose it’s… kind of funny.” He watches you for a moment, as if reconsidering his approach to your interactions. There’s a playful hint in his tone as he adds, “Are you always this… affectionate?” Though still a bit unsure about the meaning behind your gesture, he can’t help but be charmed by your unconventional way of showing affection. It’s a side of friendship he didn’t quite expect, and one that he finds strangely endearing.

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Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity

𑁍 When you playfully bite him—whether it’s a teasing nip to his arm or a cheeky little bite to his shoulder—Meludir’s usual composed demeanor falters immediately. His eyes widen, and his entire body freezes for a split second, as though he’s not entirely sure what just happened. His cheeks flush bright pink, and he stammers a bit, clearly caught off guard. “I—uh… did you just—?” He looks at you with a mix of confusion and surprise, his heart racing slightly in his chest. For a moment, it’s as though he’s unsure if he should be embarrassed or laugh it off, his natural shyness kicking in. He awkwardly adjusts his position, rubbing the spot where you nipped him and glancing at you with a shy, uncertain smile. “Is that some kind of greeting I don’t know about?” His voice is soft, laced with a hint of bashfulness, as if he’s not quite sure how to navigate this playful interaction. Despite his initial shock, he doesn’t pull away—his genuine curiosity about you, and your affectionate nature, outweighs his hesitation.

𑁍 As the first surprise wears off, Meludir’s innate curiosity takes over, and he can’t help but smile a little more freely. His awkwardness fades just enough to allow him to become genuinely intrigued by this unique form of affection. He looks at you, still flushed but now with a soft twinkle in his eyes. “You really do have some funny ways of showing you care,” he teases, his voice quiet but with a playful tone that’s both endearing and filled with a new, lighthearted curiosity. He runs a hand through his hair, his usual energy of being distracted by small things now directed at trying to understand this particular gesture. “Is this how your people show affection?” His words carry no judgment, just genuine interest, though there’s a slight hint of amusement at the unfamiliarity of it. He’s not the type to outwardly flinch from affection, but this new, playful behavior from you is something he hasn’t quite expected and is still adjusting to—though he doesn’t seem to mind it one bit.

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

𑁍 When you bite him, Meludir is immediately caught off guard, and his body freezes in place. His muscles tense briefly, and there’s a small, surprised gasp that escapes him, his lips parting in shock as his wide eyes blink in rapid succession. His hands instinctively reach up to the spot where you bit, though his movements are hesitant, as if trying to process what just happened. “Oh! Uh…” he stammers, his voice faltering slightly, as though his mind is struggling to keep up with his body’s confusion. His body remains stiff for a few moments, but soon after, he relaxes—if only slightly—his face flushed from the unexpected surprise. Meludir’s usual shyness now blooms into an endearing nervousness, and he fidgets with his hands or adjusts his posture to regain some control over his senses, though he doesn’t pull away entirely. The quick shift from surprise to shy amusement is clear in the way his shoulders soften, but his gaze still flickers to yours, wondering if he should be worried or just confused. He likely mumbles something awkward, such as, “I… didn’t expect that. Is that… normal?” His voice is soft and almost childlike, full of innocence, as he tries to make sense of your playful gesture.

𑁍 After the first jolt of surprise, Meludir’s attention shifts, though his face remains warm with the lingering blush. There’s a slight tilt to his head as he glances at you with an expression of uncertain curiosity. “What… what was that for?” His voice is quiet but laced with genuine interest. He fidgets a little more, clearly trying to process whether you meant it as a joke or something more. The thought of you biting him, this unusual form of affection, fills him with a mix of both intrigue and bashfulness. He tries to laugh it off, but it comes out as a nervous giggle, the tension in his body only broken when his eyes meet yours, his expression becoming slightly more playful but still unsure. “Is that how your people—uh—show affection?” he asks, voice trembling slightly, the shyness still evident in his posture as he watches you for any sign of explanation or reassurance. Despite the awkwardness, a spark of fondness flickers in his gaze, showing that he’s not entirely uncomfortable, just… confused but intrigued.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

𑁍 When Meludir finds himself with a visible bite mark in public, his immediate reaction is one of embarrassment. His fair skin, which tends to flush easily, becomes even more vivid against the slight mark you’ve left behind. He tries to hide it, his hand gently brushing over the spot as though that would somehow erase it. His gaze darts around the area, hoping no one will notice. “I—uh… I didn’t expect this,” he mutters under his breath, trying to maintain his composure. Despite his best efforts to seem unaffected, there’s a noticeable stiffness to his posture, as if he’s trying to avoid drawing attention. His hands might fidget with his clothes or his hair, small nervous habits that reveal his discomfort. “I hope… no one notices,” he adds quietly, almost as though he’s speaking to himself, though there’s an underlying warmth in his voice, a hint of something fond beneath the awkwardness.

𑁍 While Meludir is clearly uncomfortable with the idea of others seeing the mark, there’s a subtle curiosity in how he reacts over time. When he feels your gaze on the mark, his eyes shift toward you, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips as if asking for reassurance. “Does it look… too obvious?” he asks with a sheepish tilt of his head, his tone light but tinged with insecurity. He never fully hides it, though, and if you press him on the subject, he might reluctantly admit that the mark is more a reminder of you than something to be ashamed of. His fingers might brush lightly over the spot again, but this time with less tension, as he starts to accept the mark as something uniquely shared between the two of you. “I suppose it’s not so bad,” he admits, his voice soft, though still embarrassed by the idea of anyone else seeing it. There’s a certain endearing vulnerability in his acceptance of the mark, even as he tries to maintain his usual quiet dignity.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Elven Ear, and Other Areas

𑁍 Neck When you bite Meludir on his neck, he freezes for just a second, his breath catching in surprise. His skin is sensitive there, and the unexpected pressure makes his heart race. He instinctively tilts his head away slightly, his expression turning to one of confusion and mild embarrassment. “W-What was that for?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual, trying to suppress the sudden heat creeping into his cheeks. He’s not angry, but his mind is racing as he tries to understand this new form of affection. He runs a hand over the area where your bite was, his fingers brushing lightly as though testing the sensation, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. Despite his awkwardness, there’s a softness to his reaction—he’s not bothered by it, just a bit unsure of how to handle this public display.

𑁍 Collarbone The collarbone, for Meludir, is a more vulnerable spot, and when you bite there, he jerks in surprise, his hand reaching up instinctively to shield himself. There’s a flush that rises in his face as he lowers his hand slowly, unsure whether to laugh or apologize. “It’s… strange,” he admits quietly, his voice a little breathless. “But I suppose it’s not entirely unpleasant.” He tries to mask his vulnerability, but the soft blush and slight tremble in his hands betray the effect your bite has on him. His gaze softens as he looks at you, though, the tension in his body slowly easing as he comes to terms with the intimacy of it.

𑁍 Shoulder A bite to his shoulder makes Meludir tense up momentarily, a soft gasp escaping his lips at the sudden pressure. His muscles tighten and then relax, and he’s clearly trying to regain his composure. “That’s… new,” he murmurs, giving you a cautious but curious look. The mark left behind feels strangely significant to him, and while he wants to brush it off, he can’t help but admire it with a small, bashful smile. “I can’t say I’ve ever had someone mark me like that before,” he adds, his tone a little playful but still laced with the same embarrassment. It’s clear that this gesture means something more to him, even if he’s not fully comfortable with the attention it brings.

𑁍 Wrist Meludir’s wrist is particularly sensitive, and when you bite him there, he shudders slightly, his pulse quickening at the touch. He glances at the mark, an uncertain look crossing his face as his hand instinctively moves to cover it. “It’s just… my wrist,” he mumbles, but the way his voice falters suggests otherwise. The possessiveness in his gaze is evident as he lightly traces the mark with his fingers, almost as though he’s claiming it as your own. He doesn’t pull away but stands a little taller, his gaze shifting between the bite and you. He’s more accepting than he lets on, and the small, quiet smile that follows shows that he secretly enjoys it.

𑁍 Elven Ear The first time you bite his elven ear, Meludir’s reaction is immediate—a sharp intake of breath, his body stiffening in shock at the intensity of the sensation. His hand instinctively reaches up to touch the spot, as though trying to hold onto the feeling, but he’s clearly startled by the flood of warmth and tingling pleasure that spreads through him. His eyes dart to you, wide and unsure. “Your bites… are a bit more… intense than I expected,” he admits, voice low and slightly husky. His ear, being one of his most sensitive areas, reacts with a subtle shiver, and he leans into the sensation, even as his face flushes a deep shade of red. There’s a vulnerability in his expression that he rarely allows others to see, and he finds it hard to hide the heat that blooms across his face as he absorbs the wave of intimacy you’ve created.

𑁍 Other Areas When you mark Meludir in any other areas, his body language is consistently hesitant but drawn to the intimacy. Whether it’s his thigh, lower back, or another part of his body, his initial reaction is always a soft gasp or a sharp intake of breath. His gaze flickers from you to the mark, and he can’t quite hide the curiosity and vulnerability that arises in him. “You’re quite… bold,” he says, voice soft but tinged with admiration and a hint of shyness. The sensation lingers long after the bite is made, and he’s conscious of every small change in his body, every small heat that builds from your touch. His reactions might be subtle, but there’s no mistaking the quiet joy he takes in your affection, even if he struggles to fully understand or express it.

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When He Notices a Mark Later How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

𑁍 When Meludir notices a bite mark he didn’t realize was there—perhaps in the mirror or while dressing—his first reaction is confusion. He pauses mid-motion, a hand instinctively rising to touch the spot, his brow furrowing as if trying to figure out where it came from. “What in the world…” he murmurs, his voice laced with quiet surprise. It’s clear that he didn’t expect such a mark to appear, and for a brief moment, he seems puzzled, even a little embarrassed. He rubs his fingers over the mark, the sensation a reminder of the intimacy you’ve shared. There’s no anger in him, just a soft disbelief that lingers in his eyes as he tries to connect the dots. It’s a small mark, but it’s significant to him, and he can’t help but wonder how he missed it earlier. He chuckles awkwardly to himself before looking around as though checking to see if anyone else noticed. The blush creeping onto his cheeks is inevitable. “You really do surprise me sometimes,” he mumbles under his breath, clearly not used to this kind of attention, even from you, his close friend. He admires the mark for a moment, before turning away, a slight smile tugging at his lips, a quiet acknowledgment of the new bond between you.

𑁍 After his initial surprise wears off, Meludir’s reaction grows more self-conscious. He finds the mark again later, perhaps while adjusting his clothes or catching a glimpse of it while reaching for something, and this time he blushes a deeper shade. His hand lingers on the mark, and he can’t seem to help but smile nervously, as if unsure how to react. “I didn’t even notice this earlier,” he says, his voice quieter this time, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “It’s… it’s not bad,” he adds quickly, his cheeks flushing as if he feels embarrassed by the attention the mark draws. There’s a slight, awkward chuckle that follows, and he glances over his shoulder to see if you’re anywhere nearby, as though hoping you didn’t notice his self-consciousness. Still, despite the embarrassment, there’s a touch of affection in his gaze when he looks at the mark—a mark that now feels like something meaningful, a sign of your unique bond. Even though Meludir may not always fully understand these intimate gestures, he can’t deny the special place they hold in his heart.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

𑁍 When your soft teeth graze Meludir’s skin, his first reaction is one of complete surprise. He freezes for a moment, his body tensing as if trying to understand what just happened. His eyes widen slightly as he turns his head to look at you, his mouth parting as if about to speak but unsure of what to say. “You… bit me?” he asks, his voice a bit uncertain, and there’s a hint of humor in his tone. Though initially startled, he doesn’t pull away; instead, he seems intrigued by the new sensation. The soft bite feels foreign to him, and his curiosity gets the better of him as he shifts slightly to face you fully, still trying to gauge whether this is something playful or meaningful. His hand rises to touch the spot where you bit him, his fingers brushing lightly against his skin, still processing the act. “That was… unexpected,” he adds, his voice soft with a mixture of mild confusion and intrigue. Despite the oddity, there’s a glimmer of warmth in his eyes as he starts to accept this gesture, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

𑁍 As the shock wears off, Meludir’s curiosity grows. He’s not used to such delicate gestures, but there’s something endearing about how it makes him feel. He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “That was… a strange greeting,” he says, his voice light but still holding a hint of amusement. His gaze flickers to the mark you’ve left, and he can’t help but feel a little fondness for the connection it represents. His hand rests gently over the spot, his thumb tracing the area as if learning its significance. “Is this your way of showing affection?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, his voice more playful now. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure what to make of the gesture, but there’s no denying that it’s making him feel more connected to you, in a way he wasn’t expecting. He glances at you, his eyes softening. “I suppose I’ll allow it, though I’ll need to get used to this new form of affection.”

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

𑁍 When you bite him in the heat of an argument, Meludir’s first response is one of shock. His body goes still for a moment, as if trying to process what just happened, his usual calm demeanor momentarily faltering. The bite, especially in such an intense moment, is a jarring contrast to the tension in the air. He freezes, his eyes widening, and for a fleeting second, he looks more vulnerable than usual. “Did you just… bite me?” he asks, his voice a mixture of disbelief and a quiet amusement that barely hides the confusion in his gaze. The tension between you both seems to shift, and for a moment, it’s as if the bite has cleared the air, turning the argument into something a little more… personal. Though he’s startled, there’s no anger in his reaction, only an unspoken curiosity about why you chose this moment to do something so unexpected.

𑁍 After the surprise wears off, Meludir’s posture relaxes. He can’t quite understand the meaning behind your bite, but it’s clear that it’s made an impact. His eyes soften, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” he remarks, his tone teasing but still laced with warmth. The tension from the argument seems to dissipate slightly, replaced by something more intimate. “Is this your way of calming me down?” he asks, his voice light, though there’s a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the playful teasing. He briefly touches the spot where you bit him, and his fingers linger there for just a moment longer than necessary. Despite the argument, he feels closer to you now, drawn in by the sudden intensity of the moment. His eyes meet yours, a mixture of amusement and affection in his gaze. “Next time, though, I think I’ll try something a little less… bitey,” he jokes, but the smile that follows shows he’s truly amused.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

𑁍 When Meludir notices you admiring the marks you’ve left on his skin, he’s initially taken aback by the intensity of your focus. His brow furrows in mild confusion, not entirely sure how to interpret the moment. There’s a pause, and he watches you closely, his usual calm demeanor softening slightly as he lets the quiet stretch between you. “You’re looking at them,” he observes, his voice laced with a subtle humor, though he doesn’t pull away. “Are they… pleasing to you?” His curiosity is evident, though it’s tempered by the warm amusement he can’t quite hide. He might offer a soft chuckle, a rare break from his otherwise composed nature, sensing that this act, while curious, also seems to hold a deeper meaning to you. The marks on his skin are now a tangible reminder of your connection, and as he watches you, something within him shifts. It’s a quiet moment, full of unspoken understanding, but he can’t help feeling both a little surprised and subtly pleased at the attention you’re giving to something he hadn’t fully expected to be so noticed.

𑁍 After a moment of quiet contemplation, Meludir’s tone shifts, and there’s a playful glint in his eye. “I didn’t realize my skin was so fascinating to you,” he remarks, his voice tinged with affection. He takes a step closer, his posture still composed but now more relaxed, as if the marks have become something that adds to the familiarity between you both. “I must say, I didn’t think a simple bite could leave such a lasting impression.” He’s not offended, nor even teasing in a way that feels dismissive—there’s a gentle warmth in his words, a kind of quiet affection that shines through. The marks on his skin now seem to be something more than just physical impressions; they are, in a way, symbols of the bond you share. He smiles softly, a flicker of affection behind his calm demeanor, and his fingers lightly touch one of the marks, as if to remind you that he sees this moment too.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

𑁍 When you bite him during a moment of stress, whether it’s a quick nip to his shoulder or a gentle press of your teeth against his wrist, Meludir freezes for just a second. His breath catches, and his usually calm demeanor falters as he tries to process the sudden sensation. He doesn’t pull away, but there’s a hint of confusion in his eyes, his sharp gaze turning towards you as he tries to make sense of your action. “What are you—?” he begins, his voice a mix of surprise and curiosity. His tension eases slightly, as if your bite has somehow shifted the energy in the room. Despite the confusion, he doesn’t dismiss it outright; there’s a moment of calm, and you can see him considering the touch—though it’s not something he would usually seek out. “I must admit,” he murmurs quietly, his voice softer now, “I didn’t expect that.” The way his words trail off hints that while he’s unsure of what just happened, he finds the action somewhat comforting, a strange but effective way to ease the stress he didn’t realize had built up inside him.

𑁍 As the initial shock fades, Meludir begins to understand that your bite, however unexpected, has a calming effect. His shoulders, which had been tense before, relax slightly, and the storm that had been brewing in his mind starts to quieten. He raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a small, amused smile. “You do realize,” he says, his voice tinged with both amusement and newfound appreciation, “that I never thought a bite could be so… effective.” The stress still lingers, but it’s tempered now, less oppressive. He finds himself studying you, as if trying to understand the unexpected way you’ve offered him comfort. “Perhaps, I should allow you to bite me more often, should the need arise.” His words are lighter now, a rare admission that your unorthodox method of easing tension has made an impression on him. The moment passes, but the lingering comfort between you both remains, a quiet understanding blossoming between friends.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

𑁍 When you bite him too enthusiastically, perhaps a little too hard or in a way that catches him off guard, Meludir’s reaction is one of gentle surprise. His usual composed demeanor is temporarily disrupted as he stares at you with wide eyes, blinking slowly, as if unsure how to respond. “I see,” he says quietly, his voice smooth yet tinged with amusement. “That is an… interesting way to express yourself.” His brow raises, a playful challenge in his gaze, though there’s no real reproach in his tone. He doesn’t pull away, but rather, he holds still as if giving you the space to process what you’ve done, not in anger, but in quiet contemplation. “Be careful,” he continues, his voice light but carrying a hint of mock seriousness, “Not everyone appreciates such boldness.” He glances at the mark you’ve left, then meets your eyes with a soft chuckle that follows. It’s clear he’s not upset, but your over-enthusiasm has piqued his curiosity. “Perhaps next time, a little gentler touch?”

𑁍 As Meludir assesses your overzealous bite, his mood shifts from mild surprise to teasing amusement. “You’re lucky I find that more amusing than alarming,” he says with a raised eyebrow, his voice tinged with mock seriousness. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he adds, “I could teach you a lesson in restraint, if you’d like, but something tells me you might enjoy that a little too much.” There’s a subtle possessiveness in his words, a play on the gentle correction he feels is necessary. His fingers brush lightly over the mark you’ve left, his touch soft but firm, reminding you of his presence. “Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deepening slightly, “Perhaps you’ll think twice before marking me so aggressively.” He steps back just a little, giving you a playful, knowing smile as if suggesting that while the punishment was light, there may be more to it next time.

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(Your Meludir lover version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

𑁍 The first time you bite him, Meludir’s reaction is immediate, his breath catching in his throat as his body stiffens for a moment. His eyes widen in surprise, and for a split second, his usual calm demeanor disappears entirely. “W-what was that?” he breathes, his voice breathless and a little startled, as if he’s trying to understand what just happened. His hand instinctively moves to the spot you nipped, tracing it gently, as if he’s trying to imprint the feeling into his memory. There’s a flush that creeps up his neck, and his usually confident smile falters just slightly. He’s clearly not used to this level of intimacy, and the sensation leaves him both confused and undeniably affected. His gaze softens as he looks at you, his vulnerability peeking through the cracks of his normally composed exterior.

𑁍 Flustered Playfulness and Hidden Desire After the first shock wears off, Meludir’s playful side resurfaces, but now there’s a more intimate edge to it. He’s still a little flustered, but his eyes hold a mischievous twinkle, and his lips curve into a teasing smile. “I didn’t know that was how we… expressed affection,” he teases, though there’s a deeper undertone to his words. His fingers trail along the spot you bit, lingering as if savoring the sensation. “Are you trying to claim me as yours, or just catch me off guard?” There’s an undeniable softness in his gaze, mixed with a hint of something more tender—a desire to connect with you in this new way. His usual self-consciousness is still there, but it’s now tempered by a growing curiosity and the heat of the moment. He leans in a little closer, his breath warm against your skin as he adds, “If this is how you show affection, maybe I should return the favor.”

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Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity

𑁍 The first time you bite him in a playful manner, Meludir is utterly caught off guard. His entire body stiffens for a moment as a small gasp escapes his lips. His eyes widen, blinking as he tries to process this new, intimate gesture. “Wh—what was that?” he breathes, a mixture of surprise and something deeper—something more intimate—sparking in his chest. His usual shy demeanor shifts, though it’s now wrapped in a soft, flustered heat that causes his cheeks to turn a shade darker. His hand instinctively goes to the spot you bit, feeling the lingering sensation, and he’s not sure if he’s more surprised by the unexpected sensation or the rush of warmth flooding through him. His gaze softens as he looks at you, the playful edge in your action leaving him speechless for a moment. “You… sure have a way of catching me off guard,” he murmurs, the playful, teasing lilt in his voice replaced with something more genuine and vulnerable.

𑁍 After the first shock, Meludir finds himself intrigued, but a bit more self-aware of the connection you’ve just created between you. His natural inclination toward shyness is still present, but it’s now tinged with an undeniable desire to understand and reciprocate. “You seem very determined to keep me on my toes,” he says, his voice soft but with a teasing edge. He gently runs his fingers over the mark you left, as if he’s savoring the sensation and the bond that you’ve unexpectedly created. “Should I be concerned about this new habit of yours, or… should I consider it a compliment?” There’s a playfulness in his tone, but his eyes glimmer with something more—something possessive and tender. It’s not the usual playful mischief; there’s a deeper emotional connection starting to form, one that’s built on these small, affectionate moments. His usual quiet nature now holds a certain sweetness to it, and he looks at you with a warmth that suggests his growing affection. “Perhaps I should return the favor,” he adds softly, his voice now thick with desire as his lips brush your ear. “A little mark of my own, just for you.”

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

𑁍 The first time you bite him, Meludir’s reaction is instant. As your teeth make contact with his skin, he lets out a small, surprised breath—a sharp inhale—as a wave of heat floods through him. His body tenses immediately, and for a brief moment, his hands hover in the air, unsure whether to touch you or pull away. His heart races in his chest, a mixture of surprise and something else, something deep and undeniably intense. The sharp, unexpected sensation lingers in his body, sending a soft tremor through him, a small shiver that only intensifies when he feels the bite’s aftereffects on his skin. “M-Melendir?” he breathes, his voice trembling with the shock, a mix of surprise and a hint of something deeper—something that pulls at him with a strange sense of excitement. The confusion on his face only lasts for a second before it’s replaced with a more intense, intrigued gaze. His lips part slightly, eyes locking on you with a more vulnerable, almost shy intensity that mirrors his body’s response.

𑁍 After the first shock, Meludir’s body relaxes, but he’s still very much aware of the lingering heat in his skin. He touches the spot you bit, his fingers tracing the mark with a sense of wonder, but also something more possessive—a desire to remember this intimate exchange. “You certainly know how to leave a mark,” he murmurs softly, his voice a mix of teasing and something deeper, something affectionate. His eyes twinkle, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches you with a newfound curiosity. There’s a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, but it’s quickly masked by a mischievous playfulness. “Shall I be worried?” he asks with a soft chuckle, though there’s a glint of possessiveness behind the playful tone. His fingers linger on the spot where you bit, the warmth of the sensation still radiating through him as he gives you a teasing look. “You seem to want me to remember you,” he adds, his voice laced with affectionate warmth, yet there’s a soft undertone of possessiveness—almost as if he’s claiming the space between you as something deeply personal. Meludir leans closer, the heat in his body only intensifying, and his smile softens into something more intimate as he whispers, “Maybe next time, I’ll mark you, too. Just to match.”

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

𑁍 When the bite marks are visible in public, Meludir’s reaction is much more mixed. There’s a slight pride in the way he carries himself, but it’s also tempered by his inherent shyness. At first, his hand instinctively moves to cover the spot, though his fingers trace the mark with a sort of possessiveness, almost as if he’s trying to hold on to it in some way. There’s a quiet tension to his movements, as if he’s unsure whether he should display the mark or try to hide it. “M-Maybe we should… go somewhere less public,” he says, his voice a little shaky, but there’s a certain warmth in his words—one that suggests he’s actually starting to enjoy the idea of you marking him. His gaze flickers over to you with a touch of uncertainty, as though searching for your approval. “But then again,” he murmurs, “I suppose it’s… a reminder of you.” The way he says it, his voice soft and tender, reveals the deeper connection between you. Despite his awkwardness, there’s an underlying sense of pride in the mark you’ve left. He may even find himself glancing at it with a fond smile when he thinks no one is looking, a quiet acknowledgment that it’s something shared, something intimate.

𑁍 As Meludir grows more comfortable with the mark, his reaction becomes more possessive, yet still tender. When others notice and comment on it, he may offer a shy smile but doesn’t try to hide it. “Yes,” he replies quietly, the hint of a playful smile on his lips, “I’m quite fond of it, actually.” His tone is light, but there’s a deep pride in the way he carries himself, the soft possessiveness clear in the way his fingers gently trace over the spot again when he’s near you. He doesn’t shy away from showing the mark, though his shyness occasionally makes him blush when others comment on it. “I suppose… it’s just a part of me now,” he says softly, his voice filled with affection, as if he’s starting to fully embrace the bond it represents. Meludir may even lean in closer to you, brushing against you with a subtle but unmistakable sense of possession, his eyes sparkling with a quiet, private satisfaction. “I don’t mind it being there,” he adds, his voice low but steady, “as long as it’s a sign of you.”

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Elven Ear, and Other Areas

𑁍 Neck: When you bite Meludir on his neck, his entire body stiffens at first, a breathless, almost primal gasp escaping him as his pulse quickens. The spot on his neck is particularly sensitive, and he can’t help but lean into the feeling, his eyes half-lidded in a haze of pleasure. “M-Me… again?” he stammers, voice breaking slightly as he feels the mark you leave behind. His hands move to touch the spot almost reflexively, feeling the warmth of your affection in the bite. There’s a subtle possessiveness to how his fingers linger, as if he’s already claiming it as part of your bond. “I didn’t realize I was so… sensitive there,” he whispers, his voice low and filled with a mix of surprise and desire.

𑁍 Collarbone: Meludir’s collarbone is one of the areas he doesn’t let many people near, so when you bite him there, it’s an act of intimacy he hasn’t fully prepared for. He gasps softly as you mark him, the sensation sending a wave of warmth through him that he tries to hide. “You do realize I’m quite… sensitive here, right?” he murmurs, his voice trembling slightly. Despite the vulnerability, there’s an undeniable surge of attraction he feels, a longing for the closeness you’ve created. He brushes his thumb over the mark as though memorizing the feel of it, the act making him feel even more connected to you. His movements grow more possessive, and though his voice stays soft, there’s an edge to it. “I don’t mind it,” he adds quietly, his breath hitching as he leans into you, his body craving the closeness.

𑁍 Shoulder: Meludir’s shoulder is another sensitive spot for him, and when you bite it, his body seems to hum with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. The sensation makes him shiver, and a quiet, almost pained sound escapes his lips. But beneath that initial shock, there’s a deep yearning that blooms in his chest. “This is… unexpected,” he admits with a flush creeping into his cheeks, his voice low and quiet. “But I do find myself wanting more of it.” He gently rubs the spot after, almost as though trying to ground himself in the feeling of your affection. He can’t hide the softness in his gaze when he looks at you, a silent acknowledgment of the deep trust you’ve built between you.

𑁍 Wrist: When you bite his wrist, the reaction is more subdued than others, but it’s no less intense. Meludir’s wrist is sensitive, and he lets out a soft, breathy moan as your teeth make contact. His gaze locks onto you, a look of quiet passion mixed with mild surprise. “Are you trying to claim me?” he asks teasingly, though the heat in his voice betrays his growing desire. He doesn’t pull away, instead shifting closer to you, a deeper, darker need building within him. He traces the mark with his fingers, fascinated by the sensation and the way your presence seems to linger even after the bite. His voice softens as he leans closer, “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

𑁍 Elven Ear: The first time you bite his elven ear, Meludir’s response is a sharp gasp, and his body jerks instinctively, his fingers clenching at your touch. The sensitivity of his ear makes it almost impossible for him to focus on anything else—he’s overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure that courses through him. “I—didn’t know… how much that would affect me,” he admits, his voice low and unsteady. His face flushes deeply, a light tremble running through him as he pulls you closer, his breath shallow. He lets out a soft groan, unable to mask the effect you’ve had on him. “You’ve marked me in a way no one else could,” he says softly, his fingers gently tracing his ear, the sensation of your bite still fresh on his skin. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, “Perhaps I’ll mark you in return.”

𑁍 Other Areas: Every time you mark Meludir in another area, his body responds with a quiet, almost worshipful intensity. Whether it’s his inner thigh, the small of his back, or even the nape of his neck, his reactions are always a mixture of surprise and longing. “You know just where to touch,” he murmurs, a playful glint in his eyes but a heavy note of desire in his voice. His body leans toward you, craving the intimacy of your marks, and though he tries to maintain some semblance of control, the heat between you quickly melts any sense of composure. “I think you’ve left your mark… in more ways than one,” he whispers, his fingers trailing over the marks you’ve made, and his voice thick with affection and need.

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When He Notices a Mark Later How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

𑁍 When Meludir notices an unseen mark later, his reaction is more profound than he expected. He finds it, perhaps while dressing or when his fingers trace across his skin, and for a moment, he freezes, his breath catching. “I… didn’t know you’d left one there,” he murmurs, a hint of wonder in his voice. He gently traces the mark, as though memorizing it, his fingertips lingering on the skin you’ve marked. His initial surprise gives way to a deeper fascination, and his gaze softens as he realizes how intimate this act has become. “You’ve… left your mark on me,” he whispers, voice tinged with something possessive but affectionate. His eyes meet his reflection in the mirror, and he can’t help but smile to himself, a warmth spreading across his chest. The mark is a tangible reminder of the connection you’ve forged, and for Meludir, it’s something that signifies more than just a playful gesture—it’s a claim, a symbol of your relationship.

𑁍 Later, when Meludir finds another mark, his response is less hesitant, more confident. He runs a finger over the mark, his gaze darkening with a possessive, almost prideful glint. “I see you’ve been busy,” he says with a slight grin, his voice playful but laced with an intensity that matches the mark. “How many more are there?” His tone holds a mix of curiosity and something deeper—he doesn’t mind being marked in such a way. In fact, he finds himself craving it, drawn to the idea that you’re leaving pieces of yourself on him. His fingers linger on the mark, his touch tender and possessive all at once, as though claiming it as his own. “You’ve made me yours,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with affection. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The warmth in his chest spreads, his love for you more evident with every touch of your mark. The act of marking him has left an indelible imprint on his soul, one that makes him want to return the gesture and make his own claim on you.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

𑁍 When your soft bite lands on his skin, Meludir’s entire body responds with a sharp inhale, the suddenness of the gesture catching him off guard. His eyes lock onto yours in the moment that follows, his gaze deep and full of surprise—almost as if your bite has awakened something within him. His heart races for just a moment, and he can feel his skin tingling where your teeth made contact. “Meleth-nîn,” he whispers, his voice low and thick with a raw vulnerability that betrays the initial shock. The softness of your bite makes his mind spin, leaving him momentarily paralyzed by the connection it creates between you. It’s more than just a physical sensation; it feels like a deeper claim, one that he’s not sure how to respond to. His fingers instinctively trace the spot you’ve marked, and for a brief moment, the calm façade he usually wears cracks, revealing a part of him that he’s not used to showing.

𑁍 As the shock fades, a different kind of heat fills Meludir’s gaze—a possessiveness mixed with affection. He can’t help but reach out, his fingers brushing over the spot where you bit him, as if claiming it for himself. “So… this is what it feels like,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, a quiet admiration in his tone. The mark you’ve left on him feels like a claim, and though his usual composure is intact, there’s a new sense of intimacy that pulses beneath the surface. “You’ve marked me,” he continues, this time with a smile that is both tender and possessive. He leans closer to you, his lips brushing the mark gently as if to show his own affection in return. “I don’t mind this,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost reverent. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—a longing that has been awakened by the intimacy of your bite. He places a soft kiss where you bit him, a way of marking you in return. “Now we’re even, meleth-nîn,” he says with a smirk, his touch lingering just a little longer.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

𑁍 When you bite him in the heat of passion—whether it’s an argument, an affectionate embrace, or an unexpected moment of raw connection—Meludir’s reaction is immediate and visceral. His body tenses, his breath catching as if your bite has ignited something deep inside him. The sudden shock of your teeth against his skin sends a jolt of awareness straight through him. “Meleth-nîn…” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a new edge of urgency, his gaze locking onto you in that intense way that speaks of both surprise and something deeper, something far more primal. His usual calm and composed demeanor slips, if only for a moment, revealing his vulnerability, his desire, and the heat of the moment he now finds himself tangled in. He places a hand over the mark you’ve left, his fingers gently tracing it, almost mesmerized by the intensity of the connection you’ve forged in that simple action.

𑁍 As the surprise fades, a deeper craving settles within him. The bite, in the midst of such a charged moment, has awakened something raw and possessive in Meludir. His eyes narrow with a mix of desire and something that could only be described as wanting to claim you, in a way. “I see now,” he says, his voice low, like velvet, the heat of the moment pushing him closer to you. “You’re marking me, aren’t you?” There’s a playful undertone, but the possessiveness in his voice is unmistakable. His hand cups your face as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear in a whisper that feels like both a promise and a warning. “Shall I return the favor, meleth-nîn?” he murmurs, his voice low with a smoldering intensity. His lips find the mark you’ve left, kissing it softly at first, then with increasing urgency, as though needing to make his own claim, to match the bond that your bite has ignited. In this heated moment, Meludir is lost in the intensity, his body leaning into you, craving the connection, the touch, and the passion that only you can bring out of him.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

𑁍 When Meludir first notices you admiring the marks you’ve left on his skin, there’s a brief flicker of surprise in his eyes, followed by a shift in his posture. He feels the warmth of your gaze on him and, for a moment, his usual self-assurance falters. It’s not something he’s accustomed to—someone looking at him so intently, not with judgment, but with something softer, more intimate. His voice is low, almost hushed as he catches your gaze, “Do they intrigue you, meleth-nîn?” The question carries a note of vulnerability, as though he’s unsure whether to embrace or shy away from the attention, but there’s something undeniably magnetic about the moment. The marks—though fleeting in their creation—now hold a deeper significance, and his hand gently brushes over one of them, as if to feel the presence of your connection against his skin.

𑁍 After the first surprise fades, Meludir’s gaze sharpens, and a possessive fire begins to burn behind his eyes. He watches you, his voice dropping even lower, thick with both desire and something that feels darker. “Admiring your work, are you?” he asks, his smirk almost imperceptible but filled with a dangerous sort of affection. “You’ve marked me in a way I hadn’t expected… but I cannot say I mind.” There’s a shift in the air between you both, a charged energy as he steps closer, drawn to the way you’re looking at him. His fingers linger on the mark you’ve left, tracing it as if he’s memorizing it, his gaze never leaving yours. “Perhaps,” he murmurs, his voice dipping into something even more possessive, “it’s time I return the favor, meleth-nîn.” There’s a dark, intimate promise in his words, one that speaks of the deep connection he now feels through this mark you’ve shared. The intimacy between you both, charged by the marks on his skin, has transformed into something much more potent, and in this moment, Meludir is fully aware of the power you hold over him.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

𑁍 Initial Shock and Deep Release When you bite him during a moment of stress, Meludir’s first response is one of complete surprise. His muscles tighten for a brief moment, and the usual control he maintains over his emotions slips as your teeth press into his skin. He inhales sharply, and there’s a flicker of something raw and unexpected in his eyes. The tension in his body softens almost immediately, though, as though your bite has severed the knot of stress that had been tightening inside him. “Meleth-nîn,” he breathes, his voice low, hoarse from the suddenness of the sensation. For a heartbeat, he seems lost in the strange comfort your bite has provided, his gaze locking on yours as if trying to comprehend what just happened. There’s a flicker of vulnerability in his expression—a brief crack in his otherwise composed demeanor—as if you’ve reached a part of him he didn’t realize was so tense.

𑁍 After the first shock, Meludir’s body shifts from stiff to fluid, the stress that had plagued him now waning under your touch. His hand finds the mark you’ve left, his fingers gently tracing it as though it were the most intimate of gestures. “A bite to calm me, hmm?” he muses, a low smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice is a mixture of amusement and something deeper, more intimate, as he looks at you with a touch of possessiveness. “It seems you know exactly what I need, meleth-nîn.” There’s a heat in his gaze now, something that speaks not only of the relief he feels but of the connection that your bite has reinforced between you both. He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Perhaps, this will be your way of calming me from now on.” His words are filled with a sense of deep affection, laced with the intimacy of the bond you’ve forged. Meludir, usually so composed, now finds himself both comforted and drawn closer to you in ways he hadn’t expected, realizing that your unspoken understanding has helped him in a way nothing else could.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

𑁍 When you bite him too hard, especially during a more intimate moment, Meludir’s reaction is a mixture of surprise and a deepening tension. His sharp inhale catches in his throat as your teeth leave a mark, and he pauses—his entire body stiffening as he assesses the situation. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice low and rich with an emotion you haven’t quite heard before, a mix of surprise and something deeper. His gaze darkens with intensity, his fingers tracing the mark you’ve left on his skin as though trying to understand the depth of the sensation. “You’ve… taken me by surprise,” he adds, his voice quiet, yet carrying the weight of unspoken emotion. His regal composure remains, but it’s as though the intensity of the bite has cracked it slightly, revealing a rawness he doesn’t often show. Despite the shock, there’s no real anger, only a slow-building heat in his eyes, as though this unexpected force has opened something new between you both.

𑁍 After the first surprise, Meludir’s response shifts into a more playful, yet possessive mode. He smiles softly, his eyes flickering with a teasing light as he assesses your bite. “I believe you’ve left quite the mark, meleth-nîn,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. He leans in, his lips brushing over the spot you’ve bitten as if marking it in return. “You should know, not everyone is so bold as to be so… enthusiastic with their affection.” There’s a hint of warning in his tone, though it’s undercut with the unmistakable possessiveness he feels for you. “Next time, a little restraint wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” he continues, his hands gently holding your chin as he tilts your head upward, meeting your eyes with a quiet intensity. “But,” he adds, his voice softening, “I suppose you can consider this my reminder that I am not one to be taken so lightly.” He leans closer, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers, “Though I can’t say I don’t find it… intriguing.” There’s an undeniable hint of passion in his voice now, as though your boldness has sparked something even deeper in him.

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