#LOVE BITES

[miabambam]

Dalam kete 😘

[xxlunarloverxx]

i am *so* obsessed with the idea of love biting and marking the person i’m seeing like,, physically evidence that they trust me enough to let me bite them?? that they want people to know i fuck them stupid and display my work in pride??

honest to god the hottest fucking thing

[kindinb00]

[purr-in-ink]

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[meltingfin1]

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about sometime during the relationship, if they're cuddling and Logan gets too overwhelmed, he'll just straight up bite his arm and hold it the way snow leopards do to their tail.

He's just leaned agasint him with his arm in his mouth, going through this weird cycle of growling, then purring, then snarling because he doesn't understand the purring much (it sounds more like a Rottweilers grumble then actual purring, but everyone else thought it was growling when in reality Wolverines are very chuffy and make odd sounds when pleased)

Wade just keeps petting him (because it's worth it) and telling him its alright.

"That's okay wolvie you can bite me all you want. It doesn't even hurt that much. Ooh my big purry boy. Yes, you are. Oh yes, you are! What a good boy, being all gentle." He praises him for not biting down full force but rather mouthily chewing on him, only biting harder when snarling or gets too embarrassed, which turns into anger.

When things calm down, he lets go, sits up, and crosses his arms. "Im the fucking wolverine!"

And wades like "I know, dear." While cassually tending to the gaping holes in his arm now, trying not to get blood on the couch.

Logan gets all huffy because now hes mad that he cant even chomp someones arm without getting a scrach behind the ear. I mean come on hes THE wolverine, not the housecat...

If anyone on the x men team ever seen this hed kill them, wade, and maybe himself.

[kittymeiga]

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[hawkinsbnbg]

Although Steve was afraid of needles, he tried to overcome his fear to get Eddie’s name tattooed on his skin just like Eddie had done with his.

Unfortunately, fifteen minutes into the session, Steve was on the cusp of a panic attack, unable to keep the memory of Starcourt night away even after so many years.

Of course, Eddie had noticed right away and told the tattoo artist to stop before helping him calm down again.

After that accident, Steve was utterly crushed that he could never get matching tattoos with Eddie.

To cheer him up, Eddie started leaving more hickeys and bruises on him every night, marking him thoroughly so he could always feel them even at work.

("How many love tattoos d'you want, darlin'?"

"All of them."

"Brat, I spoil you too much.")

Which somehow had awoken a possessive streak in Eddie.

These days, Steve would be covered in reds and purples most of the time, looking like he had been mauled by an animal when in truth, it was just his husband being all over him before they left the house.

And Steve wore them with pride and fondness, loving how people could see the pieces of Eddie on him.

[blasvemous]

Dessert

[xxlunarloverxx]

god i would do anything to have a pretty boy leaving hickys and bite marks all over my body rn 😩😩

[ikkyfics]

Love Bites

vampire!James Potter x human!reader

Summary: You never thought a coffin could be so comfortable, until you curled up in James Potter's arms.

Warnings: AU, Gothic romance, classic vampires (bites and blood), tones of possessiveness, suggestive scenes, mention of pleasurable pain.

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You never thought a coffin could be so comfortable.

The velvet beneath your body was soft, an almost cruel contrast to the weight of being in such a narrow, pitch-black space. But it wasn’t the coffin that brought you comfort. It was him. James.

Curled against his body, you felt the cold of his skin and, at the same time, the feverish heat that their presence conjured together. Your breathing was ragged, still trying to recover from the kisses you had exchanged moments before, intense and desperate, as if they were the first and the last at the same time.

“Your heart,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, so close you could almost feel it run over your skin like a shiver. “It’s so fast.”

He paused, and you knew he was listening. The sound of the beats pulsed against your own ears, but for him, for James, it was different. It was a melody, a promise of life, as sweet as it was dangerous.

“Every beat,” he continued, as if savoring the words, “is delicious. So alive. So human. And now you’re here, in my coffin, with your scent intoxicating everything around me. How do you expect me to resist?”

You felt his smile against your hair, a gesture filled with something that bordered on absolute satisfaction. It wasn’t just the fact that you were there. It was what it represented. You had chosen to be here. With him. For him.

“I’ve always been drawn to the night,” you murmured, the words sounding like a confession. “The silence, the mystery, the promise of something more… When you came, James, I knew. There was no other place for me. There couldn’t be.”

He leaned in slightly, the space between you so nonexistent that it seemed impossible for you to be separated by bodies. His fingers brushed your cheek, cool but with a touch that made your skin burn.

“You belong to the night,” he whispered, his voice deepening, almost possessive. “And now… you belong to me.”

The shiver that ran down your spine was pure delight. There was something forbidden, dark and sublime in his words. An inescapable truth that you accepted without question. The world outside the coffin seemed like a distant memory, dull and unimportant. All that mattered was here, in that cramped space, in that moment where time and morality seemed to have no meaning.

He moved closer, his lips hovering close to your neck, and you felt his cool breath against your skin. There was no fear. Only surrender. Only desire. Your fingers found his, intertwining, and you felt the firm grip that said as much as any words could.

“You’re torment,” he chuckled softly, the sound reverberating in the enclosed space. “So alive, and yet so mine. I shouldn’t… but I can’t help it.”

His lips found yours again, and the world, completely, disappeared. There was no more room for doubt. You knew that the night would always be your place. And that James would be the darkness where you would lose yourself forever.

The kiss that began as a subtle touch of lips soon became something more. The intensity between you grew like a storm about to break, and the feeling of his fingers tracing invisible lines across your skin made you burn inside. He was meticulous, as if every movement, every touch, was planned to leave you utterly vulnerable.

You noticed when he paused for a moment, just long enough to let out a sigh between his teeth, as if he was absorbing something that only he could feel.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He asked, his voice hoarse and filled with a control that seemed about to crumble. “Every little reaction of yours… every tremor, every quickened beat of your heart. I feel it all.”

His eyes, even invisible in the darkness, burned against you like embers. It was as if he were peering directly into your soul, stripping away all your secrets, savoring your surrender with an almost cruel satisfaction.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours again, hungrier this time. And then, you felt it: the light touch of his fangs, sharp and relentless, brushing against your lower lip. It was a brief, almost tender gesture, but when the cut came, it was as deliciously painful as it was unexpected. A warm trickle of blood slid across your mouth and flowed into his, James groaned softly, a sound that was half pleasure and half despair.

He tasted the blood as if it were a rare nectar, leaving you breathless and completely at his mercy, sucking on your lip until he squeezed out the last drop of blood. The sensation was so intense, so maddening, that a shiver ran down your spine, followed by a feverish heat that seemed to consume every fiber of your being. Your heart beat in an uncontrolled rhythm, so loud that you could almost hear it echoing in the small space, and each pulse was like a melody that James seemed to absorb with cruel pleasure.

“James…” your whisper escaped, full of desperation, a plea that barely seemed yours. “Please… I need you.”

He pulled away just enough so that you could feel his smile hovering over your lips, teasing and satisfied. His cold fingers moved along the curve of your neck, slowly descending to your shoulder, tracing invisible paths on your feverish skin. The touch was icy, but it set you on fire in a way that no worldly heat could.

“Do you need me?” His voice was a whisper, but it was filled with something dark and devastating. “I can feel how much you want me, my sweet mortal. Your pain, your surrender… I can hear every delicious beat of your heart begging for me.”

His words were both poison and balm. You were dizzy, numb from his proximity, from the fangs that had touched your lip moments before and now hovered dangerously close to your neck. Your entire body was shaking, not from fear, but from an absurd urgency that seemed to tear away every shred of control you might have had.

“Please, James…” Your voice faltered, but the fingers that gripped his shoulder left no doubt about your plea. “Bite me. I need to feel you… I need to be yours.”

He chuckled softly, a deep sound that reverberated in the enclosed space, and the sound made something inside you clench painfully, as if the anticipation was too much to bear. “So impatient,” he murmured, an almost sadistic pleasure in his voice. “So delicious in your need… You’re my undoing, you know that?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were lost in the way his hands explored your body, moving down the curve of your waist, settling there as if marking that moment. Each touch was deliberate, each movement seemed charged with a power that left you on the edge of the abyss. And he knew it. He felt it.

When his fangs finally broke the skin of your neck, it was as if the whole world collapsed around you. The pain came first, sharp, cutting, but it soon gave way to an overwhelming pleasure that made you gasp, your fingers closing tighter against him. Your heart seemed to explode inside your chest, and the feeling of having James there, feeding on you, was so surreal and intimate that it made tears appear in the corners of your eyes.

He drank slowly, savoring every drop as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted, and when he finally stopped, wiping your skin so that not a single drop escaped, you were powerless, but not weak. You were completely, irrevocably alive.

“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered, a mix of devotion and cruelty on his lips, caressing your face as he watched you gasp. “Hungry for me. Lost in me. And I couldn’t want anything more.”

His eyes gleamed in the darkness, and the smile that played on his lips was both a warning and a promise. His face moved closer to yours again, close enough for the scent of blood—your blood—to rise to your nose. You felt his fingers curl around your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp.

“Now, my sweet mortal, tell me again,” his lips brushed yours. “To whom do you belong?”

“To you,” you whispered, without hesitation, because you knew there was no other answer. There never had been.

And the way he looked at you after that made your heart falter one last time, before you were completely plunged into the darkness he brought.

[purr-in-ink]

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[your-owner9]

Oh dearest little boy. Its only been an hour of you sitting perched on my knee. As I comb my finger through your hair and coo into your ear to keep going or else.

You were such a naughty boy today. You came with out asking. You should know better. As a punishment, mommy has you in her lap. I'm wearing mu normal clothing and you are bare naked.

Your cock is leaking precum down my leg. Your tip is a shade of pink words can't even describe. You have a steady stream of drool pouring out of your mouth and yet you nod your head like the obedient slut you are.

Finally, when you slowly blink I turn it on. A faint click before the overwhelming doom washed over you. I had put the toy up your ass a while ago, but it's just been in there not turned on.

Now it begins to pulsate. I feel your body tense around me. Your head snaps back as you arch. Shoving your chest in my face. I latch on and softly bite your pec.

Your already hard cock is now solid and angry. The friction of rubbing against my pant leg is driving you insane. I bite down harder, not enough to do damage but enough that you like it.

But silly boy...this is a punishment. As much as you beg to cum you can't.

Not tonight at least~

[snepfeathers]

pounced, pinned, and nibbled... sounds like a fun date night ~

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[king-simp]

Mr. Javier Peña the man that you are. In honor of Halloween creeping up behind us!