#biting cw

[tallbluelady]

🎲

A kiss after a bite~

Rowan's breath hitched as Urianger pressed his teeth into her skin. The sensation was always one he reveled in, but eventually he released his hold and gave a quick kiss to soothe the area. Her soft moans spurred him on, and it wasn't until Rowan put her hand between her neck and his mouth that Urianger stopped.

"You're starting to make my neck ache with all this biting, darling," Rowan chuckled as they parted. "I didn't realize you were so insatiable."

"I must needs fill myself in ways thou art comfortable with, my dove." He licked his lips and took stock of his work upon her neck. "Though I fear my devotions towards thee may have been rather zealous this night."

"I can't say I don't enjoy your zeal. Though mayhap a healing spell is in order..." 

Urianger gave a contrite smile and traced his fingers over the marks he left, leaving small pearls of starlight at each one. He thanked Thaliak that he had honed his skills in astrology during the time they had been separated. The clarity in how to proceed during perilous times was a boon, of course, but the healing magicks of the art had proved practical. And pleasurable, as it turned out.

He leaned back, eyes drawn to the constellation he had drawn along her neck. Rowan was growing accustomed to being admired, at least by him, but still shied away when they were intimate. It only endeared her to him more.

Then the magic swelled and burst, leaving tiny galaxies of glittering dust across the sky blue expanse of her skin. Rowan gasped as the aether seeped into her bruises and sought to make her whole.

"Doth there be aught else I can do to give thee succor, my love?" he asked, tracing the now fading bruises.

She shook her head and hummed contentedly at his touch. Urianger couldn't tell how much time was lost in this hazy, contented lull, but after a while he drew her close to kiss her again.

Rowan gave a small chuckle. "If we do aught else tonight, love, then you'll have to focus on the other side of my neck."

[jacobseedisbabygirl]

I wanna bite someone

Why the fuck do I want to bite someone

[shayandwildlifepack]

Next poem to post. Kinda rushed through. Have we being used.

Tw/cw: Chained up animal, caged animal, growling mention, biting mention, clawing mention, hissing mention.

- Shay (They/it)

Not Wild and Not Tamed

Chained up and caged.

Not human is what we are.

Not wild and not tamed.

We growl and bite.

We hiss and claw.

Not wild and not tamed.

We aren't a pet.

We aren't free.

Not wild and not tamed.

Chained up to a fence.

Caged in like a threat.

Not wild and not tamed.

[copics-and-renegades]

Whumptober 2024 Day 17: Venom

Just kidding. Unless? :3

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Need to upload all the remaining works, but... so... tired... Probably tomorrow lol.

[glitchedoutstar]

I saw the bitey stimboard and

Mmh

Stimboard based around those sharp glowy green teeth you used?

yeah wooooo!!!! ^_^

[zaritarazi]

As the reigning Zari Tarazi Expert would you care to settle a debate for me?

Is Zari a Biter Yes or No?

My friend says she's too sophisticated but I say John has bitemarks all over his body lmfao

okay so like. i literally posted this (cw for scarification) a few months ago about the hellstar omegaverse where john 1000% has zari's bite mark on his body.

outside of that, i see zari as a very frustrated person and i think they're having sex and zari like, grazes john's collarbone or his jaw with her teeth and he's like, i'm actually BIG into biting if you want to try it. and sometimes i think during sex she's like no that's not what i'm doing right now and sometimes i think she's like yeah i'm gonna chonch this guy's shoulder muscle.

i also think john goads her into being a bitey fucker bc he thinks it's cute (he is insane, but also- a visionary?) for more on this see the academic paper i'm going to have in the american journal of psychology's legends of tomorrow section next month

[fleur-a-whump]

he BITE >:) hehe rereading this and the part where Stephan drops to his knees is so funny to me. the image of Roon with a literal hand in his mouth following him down, looking at him like tf is happening rn? hilarious

The bahkauv

Bite

Stephan is bitten and will not get free by physical strength alone

They’d travelled all day without incident. Francis was confident in the decision to leave their fourth member unmuzzled, unbound except for his ankles, which were constrained only enough that he could not take more than one short stride after the other. Once they chose a camp, Francis slid the saddle from his grazing horse, setting it on its horn at the base of a tree.

Stephan screamed out a curse, and Francis turned in time to see him pulling back his hand from the mouth of the bahkauv— to no avail. The jerk of his arm did nothing to dislodge the teeth in the buried in the heel of his hand, and only made it more apparent that he was bleeding. He struck the boy—the creature— on the side of his head with his left fist. Their bahkauv only yelped deep in his throat, and hung on ferociously, as if for his life.

Francis got the immediate impression he hadn’t meant to hurt. He had reacted in fear, a distrustful instinct triggered by a thoughtless moment on Stephan’s part. Now that he had a mouthful, he was afraid to let go.

Arthur grabbed the bahkauv by the back of the hair in a tight fistful, but the vicious yank he gave it only made Stephan curse at him, too. Francis rushed forward but stopped, suspecting yet another human presence would only send the bahkauv into a deeper panic.

“Let go,” Arthur growled, gripping the boy-creature tightly by the hair like it was the scruff of an animal’s neck. Stephan winced in pain, watching blood drip from his fingers to the ground. He cursed again, loudly. The bahkauv flinched, wide eyes raising to the man he had in his sharptoothed grip.

“Arthur, enough!”

Stephan was the largest and strongest of the three of them, used to felling trees and cutting lumber for carts, barns, or even ships. If his blow to the bahkauv’s head could not pull his hand free, the three of them might not be able to, even together.

“Arthur, you’re not helping,” Francis insisted. “Let go.”

Arthur shot him a doubtful look but couldn’t deny the situation had not improved since his intervention. He let go, shaking a clump of hair from his fingers as if it might be tainted with magic.

Stephan turned his head toward Francis, grudgingly calm despite the pain. “Get your fucking beast off me before it takes my hand off.”

“I’ll only make it worse as well,” Francis said evenly, though his heart was pounding like a drum. This was his fault, after all. Maybe they’d have known what to do with a vampire. If he’d just been satisfied with that, they wouldn’t have this unpredictable creature on their hands. He didn’t even know what a bahkauv bite could do. Their new purchase looked so disconcertingly human from a distance of just a few feet, it was easy to forget he was not.

“He’s scared. He bit you because he was scared and he’s not letting go because he’s scared. We can’t rip him off without making the bite worse. Talk to him.”

Stephan groaned as his hand continued to drip blood. The veins in his forearms were bulging and blue, a new sheen of sweat beading his forehead. “It doesn’t fucking understand us, mate,” he gritted with reproach.

“I think we’re wrong on that too. Just try.”

Stephan took a sharp breath through his nose, jaw working visibly as he clenched and unclenched his teeth.

Arthur took several steps back, showing his hands in accordance to the new plan. The bahkauv’s dark eyes followed him before snapping fearfully back to Stephan.

“Let me go, Devil.”

“Well don’t talk to him like the hunters,” Francis said, exasperated. “Honey. Not vinegar.”

Stephan dropped slowly to his knees, his hand still tight in the bear trap of the boy-creature’s sharp teeth. Confused, the bahkauv followed suit, lowering to follow the man closer to the ground. Now kneeling, blood dripped between them like a ritual. Stephan swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them.

When he spoke his voice was low, nothing like his gruff curses before. “You can’t hold on to me forever, you know. You’ll have to let go sometime so we can give you something to eat.” He actually smiled, strained as it was. “Something other than my hand, that is.”

Francis and Arthur exchanged a glance. The little monster was listening, watching Stephan intently. His chest rose and fell with his own frightened breaths, otherwise completely still. The blood around his mouth and the flash of sharp teeth was the only thing that made him look feral, something other than entirely human. And something unnameable in the eyes Francis was eager to study, once he had the university laboratories and libraries within reach.

“I’m very sorry I struck you,” Stephan continued gently, as if he was trying to soothe a spooked horse, or charm a snake. “You frightened me, is all. When you let me go, I promise not to hurt you. I understand. My friends do too. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Francis marveled at his composure, despite the bloodied hand still being held tight between teeth. Only the bloodless pallor of his friend’s complexion gave away the pain beneath his softened voice.

Stephan, usually gruff and straightforward, tilted his head in a gesture of genuine thoughtfulness. “Do you understand our words, or only our actions? Can you read my thoughts? How can I talk to you, hm?”

Cautiously, he raised his non-injured hand from his side, slowly bringing it to the side of the bahkauv’s head where he’d struck him just minutes before. He hovered in midair for a moment, waiting to see if he got a strong reaction. Francis was afraid Stephan might get his hand free only to have the other one bitten. But when at last the open hand touched him, the bahkauv only whimpered, a stirringly human sound.

“You’re alright,” Stephan said, stroking the dark hair with his calloused woodsman’s hand. It looked huge on the creature’s delicate head. “Just an accident. It’s alright to let go now. I won’t harm you.” He tucked a piece of hair behind a pointed ear. “I need my hand back now, little beast. If it please you.”

Francis thanked the gods when the bahkauv’s jaw moved, unsticking his teeth from the meat of Stephan’s hand. Stephan’s jaw muscles worked with the effort to stay quiet, lest he frighten the bahkauv again. He drew his bitten hand close to his chest, and when he took the other off the bahkauv’s hair, Francis couldn’t help but notice the way their captive tensed, watching if the hand would strike. Stephan doubled over on his injured hand, finally able to staunch the bleeding. He hissed a string of curses under his breath, but made good on his promise of no retribution.

They must make sure that remained true, and that none of them do anything to break it. How else would they ever hope to gain their captive’s trust? And without trust there could be no humane method for control.

The bahkauv dropped the rest of the way to the ground, backpedaling several feet until he was pressed flat to the trunk of a spruce tree, ankles still bound to ensure he could not try to run again. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his wrist, almost as if unsure how it got there.

Arthur was already headed to the horses, where the muzzle was hanging on a branch alongside their bridles. He approached the base of the tree with it like a man about to lasso a rabid animal. But the bahkauv took it with the stoic compliance of a prisoner.

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[catsharky]

Ember please you're gonna kill him

Rewinding back to the Last Light Inn cause I haven't tormented Rolan enough. Ember's got zero shame and no interest in getting dressed before breakfast (she's worked nights for 2 decades so the fact she's awake before noon is a miracle, honestly)

If Rolan didn't owe her big time she would be getting the dressing down (hah) of her life.

The Rolan Comic Part 1 • Latest part

[orcatnip]

"The worst she can say is no" Bro.

Also,

Love seeing this 300lb bird be thrown around like a ragdoll

[paintedcrows]

Some Oldies in the 80s AU sketches! Grunkle Stan and Young Ford this time.

They are so funny to me. Like to me Stan is completely secure in his relationship with Older Ford. He has just spent MONTHS alone on the open ocean with the guy. Nothing this Young Ford can throw at him can compare. Ford, still a bundle of ego and grudges, has no idea how to respond. Also Bill is a menace

[odetokeons]

♱ Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers ♱

+ bonus

[shayandwildlifepack]

5th poem to post. Another dog & wolf related poem, lol. A lot of my poems are canine related cause of me being a canine kin [specifically wolfdog kin].

Tw/cw: biting mention, abuse hinted at(?), and I think that's all. Let me know if you find any tw/cw I didn't add that I need to.

- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/it/xe) [trying something new with my sign off thing on my poem posts]

Roll Over/Growl

I think that

I should roll over

And whine sorry

Over and over again

But instead I growl

I bare my teeth

And snap at you

I bite and growl

I should roll over

I should say sorry

I should be a good dog

A good wolf

But I'm not

I growl and bite

I'm a bad dog

A bad wolf

I should roll over

I growl and snap

I should whine sorry

I bare my teeth and bite

I'm sorry I'm not good

I bite even when

You try to help me

For I'm scared

I'm sorry I'm bad

I growl even when

You're kind for I don't

Know when you'll stop

[xitsensunmoon]

Popular trope haters begone I love my comfort cup of cliche

[glitchedoutstar]

Hi can I have stimboard of anything related to biting stims please. Do whatever you want to pick!

OHHH ANON im honna explo de . /vpos

[godzexperiment]

"No shit biting people affectionately isn't common behavior. I'm aware of it! But you can't tell me it isn't such an huge gesture. To allow somebody to do so, to be allowed to do so and be careful about it." Entirely going off about it mostly to himself- one of those moments lost in the passion and ranting about it. "It's about trust, humoring silly little behavior and so harmless. Especially if it's like not an big ordeal. Though I'd probably cry if somebody did humor me... But that's unimportant. Nobody is like going to ever do that... Doesn't mean I can't appreciate the thought of it."

[hawnks]

You're jealous. It makes you lash out, makes you meet Keigo with claws and teeth and cruel, irrational accusations.

You pack a bag after your last big blow up, shame dogging your every move. A week. Maybe a little more. However long it takes you to stop feeling like a monster, to rein in these dark impulses that have taken hold of you.

He stops you at the door with a firm grip around your arm. Looming over you, leaning down until he's in your space.

"Why?"

How can you even respond. Why? Isn't he angry with you? Doesn't he see how unreasonable you're being?

You tell him the truth. "I'm embarrassed, Keigo."

His hold on you tightens. "So you're running away?"

"I'm not--" You let out a long breath. "I just need to calm down. Get a hold of myself."

"You can do that here. At home."

You tug. He doesn't release you.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

His expression turns stormy.

"You want to keep secrets from me?" You can't even question this before he's continuing, eyes amber bright and sharp as he pulls you further into his space. "You don't want me to see you what --jealous? Don't I have a right to know? Don't I deserve to be with you for this? We're lovers, and you still want to hide pieces of yourself from me?"

Trembling, you let yourself be drawn back into the penthouse. You couldn't fight him even if you tried.

He sets you on the bed, so he can push you down, curl up on top of you, all around you. Caging you in.

"There," he says. "You're not going anywhere. Would it help if I told you about all the times I wanted to kill anyone who touches you? How about how I want to lock you up, forever and ever? I can show you the collar I picked out, if that would make you feel better." He leans up so he can nibble your ear, whisper, "Or you could put it on me, if you want."