#claiming bite

[hannahbarberra162]

Once in a Blue Moon (Werepanther Zoro x reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

Werepanther!Zoro x F!reader

I'm not doing Kinktober, but I thought of this kinda spooky idea for Halloween season. I don't normally write Zoro, much less were-Zoro, so he might be OOC. Not proofread all that well.

WC: ~5K, one shot

Summary: You used to hook up with Zoro until he became a werepanther. Now, he won't even talk to you. Until Zoro finds you one special night...

Notes: Rough sex, outdoor sex, were-sex, breeding kink. Kinda dub-con in that Zoro isn’t in full control, I'll tag it that way just in case.

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You sighed heavily as you sat on the cliff overlooking the rocky sea shore, watching the gorgeous sunset. Your legs were curled up into your chest and you sat with your chin resting on your knees as you stewed in your feelings of melancholy. You’d been sailing with the Straw Hat Pirates for nearly a year and you used to think you’d found your nakama, the crew you’d sail with for the rest of your life. You were a second, you were able to take the place of almost any position on the crew in case they couldn’t or wanted a break. You could cook, clean, steer the ship, fight, had some medical training, some navigational experience, could do minor repairs, almost anything a crew would need. You were a jill of all trades, master of none. In reality what that meant was that you spent most of your time with Sanji in the kitchen or with Jinbe by the helm. You helped Sanji by washing, cleaning, and prepping, and learned from Jinbe more about steering and navigation. Every day was a new adventure and you were never stuck in one place too long, which was just how you liked things.

And on your new crew was an infamous swordsman, Roronoa Zoro. You’d harbored a crush on as soon as you saw him, muscles gleaming from intense training. It wasn’t love at first sight but you definitely felt something towards him the first time he looked you over with his good eye and smirked. You and Zoro had quickly become nakama with benefits soon after you joined, unable to keep your hands off one another. Zoro would come up to you, leaning with his arm on your shoulder like an armrest. That was your sign that he was horny and wanted some attention and the two of you would try to find any private location to hook up in. You'd done it in storage closets, dry storage in the kitchen, the infirmary, and more times in the crow's nest than you could count. You couldn’t deny him any more than you could deny yourself the bone-melting orgasms he gave you. 

At first it was only carnal, but you soon found you enjoyed spending time with Zoro. His dry sense of humor and sincerity drew you in, and his deep dedication and integrity had you wanting more. You tried to keep things casual but your romantic feelings only deepened with time. You’d been working on your friendship with Zoro, thinking that maybe he was starting to enjoy spending time together too. He would find you throughout the day, not just for sex, but to chat or to nap together. You tried to broach the subject of dating once but Zoro either didn’t feel the same way or perhaps didn’t know what you were talking about and you dropped it. You were content to spend time in his arms, even if you desperately wanted to become his girlfriend.

Things had been going well enough that you hadn’t broached the subject again, enjoying spending your days as crew mates and nights as lovers. That was, until Zoro had been bitten on Were Island. You were the one staying on the boat, you’d drawn the shortest straw and were standing guard. You’d warned him before everyone disembarked to be careful, but Zoro hadn’t heeded your advice.

“Zoro, please try not to fight here, the stakes are much higher than they normally -” you wanted to warn Zoro that bites and scratches from the Weres could cause him to become one himself. You’d been to this island before and had seen it happen to previous crew mates.

“Quiet, woman. I can handle myself,” Zoro said, preparing to jump off the railing. 

“That’s not what I mean, you don’t -” but Zoro didn’t hear the end of your sentence, already on the shore and walking away.

And, of course, Zoro had returned bleeding heavily from a fight. Zoro found you in the crow’s nest and grunted at you. Being fluent in Zoro, you turned to face him immediately, knowing the grunt meant he wanted attention.

“Zoro! How did you -” you moved quickly to his side, helping him sit down on the floor. You quickly stripped off his shirt, which was now drenched in blood. He had three deep parallel slashes on his right pec going downward and to left, making his chest look like an X. 

“Does it need stitches, woman?” was all he asked.

“Yeah, uh, it does. I can either go find Chopper or I can do it myself,” you answered, pressing the flesh around the wounds. The scratches were deep and jagged, they’d need to be cleaned before you dressed them. You’d given people stitches before, but never quite so many.

“Just do it, no need for Chopper,” Zoro said, closing his eyes. You knew he wasn’t asleep, just focusing himself.

“Alright, just - just stay here I’ll go get the med kit,” you scurried off, grabbing the emergency med kit from the infirmary and returning as quickly as you could. For as annoying as Zoro could be when he wasn't listening, he was an incredible patient. He didn’t move at all, not when you had to keep pressure on his wounds, not when you cleaned them with alcohol and not when you stitched him. You were focusing on your task, trying to work as efficiently as possible. When you were finally done, you snipped the end of the strong after tying off the knot.

“All done, Zo. What got you? Because if it was -”

“Werepanther,” Zoro replied, eyes still shut. This time, you detected fatigue in his voice. You hoped that it was a normal scratch, but only time would tell. 

“C’mon, I’ll take you down to the infirmary. You can sleep there undisturbed,” you said. You wanted Zoro to rest and you knew he wouldn’t get a deep sleep if he stayed in the crow’s nest.

“No. Smells too strongly of disinfectant. Can almost smell it from here.” Zoro crossed his arms and tilted his head back on the wood of the nest. You frowned, Zoro had never said anything like that before.

“Alright, you can sleep in my room. Would that work? The girls aren’t back yet and I’ll let them know you’re there.” Zoro grunted, which meant acceptance this time. Unlike the men, all the women on the ship slept in real beds and not hammocks. You didn't think the flexible material would be good for a healing wound, so you offered up your own bed. Zoro hadn’t ever slept the full night in your room, only coming in to hook up when Nami and Robin weren’t there and leaving immediately afterward. In your heart, you’d always wanted to stay the night with Zoro, but the opportunity hadn’t arisen. You helped him up and walked behind him as he made his way to the women’s quarters. When he got into the room, he practically jumped into your bed, rubbing his face all over your pillow. 

“Zoro, take off your pants, they’re covered in blood,” you protested gently. With as severe as his gashes were, you didn’t really want to bother him if he needed to rest. 

“No, want my scent - don’t want to move.” Zoro was already half asleep, you’d drop it for now. “Come back when you need to sleep, don’t sleep in my -  yawn - hammock.”

So, for the first time, you spent the night with Zoro in your bed. It was absolutely perfect, he held you close, and you slept deeply, wrapped in the warmth of his body. You thought the two of you were like two puzzle pieces, perfectly aligned together. 

Unfortunately, it was also the last time you slept in the same bed with Zoro. Or exchanged any kind of romantic affections with him at all. Zoro had been affected by the werepanther's venom and had his first shift during the next full moon. The full moon gave Zoro his hybrid panther form, his strongest, but also wilder and less controlled. During most of the month, Zoro gained the ability to transform at will into a dark green panther. It was a painful time for him as he learned to adjust to his new form, senses, and strength.

To that end, Zoro had Franky build him a containment room for the full moon, since he didn’t feel that he could control himself to an adequate degree. The afternoon before the full moon, Zoro would lock himself in chains and Franky would bar the doors, making sure no one could get in or out. There was a small hatch in the middle of the door that could be opened from the outside to supply Zoro with anything that he might need. Most often that was food, since Zoro grew ferociously hungry during his shift. Luffy was usually sent to bring Zoro food, since Zoro was the calmest around the Captain. It wasn’t that bad, since the full moon only came once a month and lasted for two or so days and nights. Zoro kept track of the moon on the calendar, marking the day each month that it would occur on.

Zoro had specifically banned you from bringing him anything, unlike any of the other crew. You’d only been asked to do it once before Zoro had forbidden it from happening ever again. Sanji asked you to bring a huge platter of meat to the hatch for the growling were. Opening it, you laid the food tray on the ledge and called out to your nakama.

“Zoro, I brought you something,” you said calmly. You’d been advised not to show strong emotion since in his hybrid form Zoro was much more volatile than his normal self. He didn’t answer but watched you with a hungry gaze from the back of the cell, tail twitching with interest. A shiver went down your spine as he shuffled towards the hatch. You’d never seen him in his hybrid form before, he was absolutely breathtaking. His fur was the deepest shade of green, appearing black in the low light. He was huge, head nearly hitting the ceiling as he strode towards the opening. His muscles rippled with every step he took, his body thick with unused power, hands ending in sharp tipped claws. Though he still had his three earrings and eye scar, his head was that of a panther, sleek and smooth. 

“Hello, little mate. Finally I get to see you. There’s something sweet here…” Zoro said in a husky voice not wholly his own. You got the impression that you weren’t speaking to Zoro, you were speaking to someone other.

“Yes, I brought -” you started to tell him about the food, pushing it through the narrow passage. But before you could continue, Zoro grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm all the way through the hatch with startling speed, the meat and tray clattering to the ground inside the cell. You squeaked from surprise, but not from injury. Scared, you didn’t speak, just stood with your shoulder to the door, stuck until Zoro let you go. You tried pulling on your arm gently but it was like it was encased in steel, completely immovable. 

“Ah ah, little mate. Give me a turn, I’ve been waiting,” insisted Zoro. You felt Zoro sniffing your wrist and arm, large tongue licking up your arm after each sniff.

“You smell so good, always so good, little mate. I never get to smell or taste you, he doesn’t let me out,” Zoro said, continuing his exploration. You could feel his razor sharp teeth against your skin but he didn’t piece you, content to smell and lick at your skin for the moment.

“Won’t you come in, little mate? Join me,” Zoro crooned to you, licking your palm with his rough tongue. “Ah, I can feel his anger rising. What is so wrong about spending some time together I wonder?” Zoro nipped the tip of your ring finger, causing a drop of blood to well. 

“Was that the tipping point? Hahaha, well then farewell, little mate, until we meet again,” Zoro said, kissing your blood away. Immediately after Zoro expelled your hand from his own as if you were on fire throwing it down angrily. He stalked back to the far side of the room, growling.

“GET OUT!” Zoro yelled, this time sounding more like your former lover. You removed your arm from the hatch, rubbing your arm where it had been licked.

“Zoro, I -” you tried to talk to him, though you knew there wasn’t much use this time of night.

“GET OUT!! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” Zoro screamed at you, clanging his chains. Despite the fact that you knew Zoro wasn’t in his right mind, hearing him yell at you like that still brought tears to your eyes. The sound must have alerted Sanji, who came to the door of the containment room.

“Come on, love. He doesn’t mean it, he’s just an idiot marimo animal right now,” Sanji told you softly. Sanji then put a hand on your back, guiding you away from the area and from Zoro. Zoro roared the loudest you’d ever heard, making the hair on the back of your neck rise. You didn’t need Sanji’s guidance anymore, you quickly made an exit away from the shifted Swordsman.

Ever since that night, Zoro had stopped seeking your company completely, either romantic or platonic. Trying to talk to him about what had happened that night was met with either silence or Zoro walking away from you, refusing to hear what you had to say. In other settings, Zoro wasn’t exactly rude but he was keeping you at arm’s length. He talked to you in a group if needed but would find any excuse to avoid seeing you one on one. At first, you kept trying, but after a while you let it go. You couldn’t bear being pushed away time after time, month after month. The rest of the crew noticed the change between the two of you, but you declined to pour your heart out to any of them. If Zoro wanted to end your relationship, that wasn't anyone else's business.

As you sat alone on the cliff, thinking about the demise of your relationship, you couldn’t help the tear that ran down your cheek. It was too hard to see Zoro day after day when he was repulsed by you. You thought you would tell Luffy soon that you were leaving, you couldn’t take much more of the heartbreak. Luckily, your role meant that you wasn’t critical, the crew could survive without you. You pulled the grass by your feet, feeling sorry for yourself. Not every relationship was meant to be, you supposed.

Now that the sun had set, you looked to the night sky to appreciate the view of the moon. Since it had already been the full moon earlier that month, everyone was free to spend the night on the island as they pleased. Except, as the moon rose you saw….it was full. How was that possible?! You’d seen on the calendar where Zoro marked the full moon, remembered the days he was locked away…how…why? You gasped, figuring out the puzzle…it was a blue moon. Zoro probably didn’t think to check if there would be more than one full moon during the month and since blue moons came so rarely it hadn’t happened in the months since he’d been bitten.

Forgetting your heartbreak for a moment, you jumped to your feet and ran back on the path towards the ship. You needed to warn the crew and find Sanji and Luffy. They’d be able to corral Zoro, or at least keep him from harming anyone. Running away from the cliff and into the forest, you stopped as you heard a low growl coming from the tree branches above you. 

“Z-zoro? Is that you?” you asked quietly, hoping you wouldn’t hear an answer.

“Little mate……little mate….come here, little mate…..” Zoro’s deep were-voice crooned at you. You spun looking for the source, but couldn’t find him. You desperately wished you had observation haki like some of the crew, maybe it would help you. “Don’t be afraid, little mate….I won’t hurt you…well, not in ways you won’t like…” A low chuckle came from the trees, triggering your fight or flight. And you wanted to fly away as fast as you could. 

“Zoro, it’s n-not funny, I need -” you screamed as something heavy dropped on top of you, pushing you to the ground flat on your back. You instantly knew it was Zoro in his hybrid form as he pinned your hands above your head with one of his own easily. He pushed your legs apart, placing his own in between, his face hovering over yours. His clothes hadn’t made it through the transformation, he was completely nude, with his enormous cock bobbing against his stomach. When he was fully human, Zoro was well endowed. Now? Seeing his huge cock glistening with pre-cum made you gulp.

You forgot to breathe as he leaned his head towards your own. Cringing back, you hoped he’d make your death swift, if not merciful. Instead you felt his rough tongue lapping at your throat, his nose inhaling deeply.

“Mmmm, what is it you need, little mate?” Zoro husked into your ear. You shivered, words forgotten on your tongue. “You need me, little mate. I can smell your need on the boat, the fool wasting both of our time. You need me to mark you, make you mine, have your womb swell with my babies. I know it as surely as I know you are my mate.” Zoro gently bit at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, but not enough to puncture the skin. “I can’t wait any longer, it will be tonight” Zoro said, nuzzling into your neck. The sensations were different than anything you’d ever felt, his rough tongue lapping your skin unlike the soft tongue of your former paramour. 

“Z-zoro, p-please, I -” you tried to gather a coherent thought as Zoro continued kissing your neck and up the side of your face. You didn’t know the full sentiment he meant by mate, but it didn’t seem like a good time to ask. You moaned as Zoro kissed his way back down your neck, squirming under his ministrations. You’d missed Zoro, missed kissing him, missed having sex with him, missed everything about him. You wanted him, even in his current form, something the were above you didn’t miss.

“I won’t claim you until you beg for it,” Zoro whispered, licking the shell of your ear, “and you will be begging tonight.” With that, Zoro used a claw to slice through the front of your shirt and bra, pushing the ruined halves to the side. Wasting no time, he dipped his head lower to your breasts. Zoro captured one of your tightened nipples to his mouth, pulling hard. Even though he was being rough, he was being careful with his teeth, avoiding using his elongated canines. 

“I cannot wait to see my cubs suckling from your sweet tits,” Zoro growled, earrings tinkling with each pull. He used his spare hand to cup your other breast, using his fingers to pinch and twist your nipple. You cried out from the sensation, enjoying the heat of the beast’s mouth against the chill of the night. You’d always enjoyed when Zoro was aggressive during your hookups, but this was a whole other level. He switched nipples, drawing the other into his mouth. This time, he did bite down gently, causing your moan to become louder.

“Mmm, my little mate likes what I give her. I can smell your arousal, little one,” Zoro said, causing you to blush. You realized you had been grinding against Zoro’s enormous thigh, his pre-cum getting smeared onto your shorts. The tops of your thighs were covered in your own slick from Zoro’s attention. “Give me a taste,” he purred at you. You nodded, and lifted your hips to remove your shorts and panties. Letting go of your wrists, he allowed you to quickly shimmy out of your clothes to toss them aside. Now free to touch him, you dug your fingers into the gorgeous fur of his back. It was soft and thick, like petting the most velvety rug in the world. Zoro moved down and settled between your thighs, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Pushing your thighs even farther apart, he kept you in place with his broad hands. Zoro gave your aching pussy a visual inspection before running his long tongue in a huge stripe up your entire slit. You jolted from the unfamiliar sensation, his papillae giving even more sensation than a flat human’s tongue. “I will enjoy this feast, little mate,” Zoro growled into you, licking you again top to bottom. You gasped from the attention, wanting Zoro to continue.

“Please, Zoro I want more,” you panted, trying to shift your hips. You had your hands gripping the fur on his head, but neither moved the were. He only laughed lightly, keeping you pinned in place.

“More you shall have,” Zoro grunted, parting your lips with his tongue and burying himself deep into the folds of your eager pussy. Zoro ate you like he was starving. His tongue was able to cover more area than it had before, and he used it to his advantage. He licked every inch of your aching pussy, heat building inside you until you thought you would explode. Your pussy was absolutely drenched in his saliva and your slick, increasing every moment as Zoro continued his onslaught. He teased your clit, lightly lapping at it gently before fucking his tongue into your hole. You burned with the desire to come, the need swelling inside you.

“Ah, ah, Z-zoro, please…” you whined at him, trying to reach your precipice. You could hear the squelching of your pussy as Zoro continued drinking from you.

“Please what, little mate? I will always provide for you,” he rumbled, nipping at your inner thigh.

“Please, Zoro, please I wanna come,” you mewled. Zoro grinned at you, his predatory smile showing off his gleaming teeth under the light of the moon.

“Sweet little mate, I will never leave you wanting,” Zoro replied. With that, he pulled your hips into his face, licking and sucking on your clit. You felt the coil inside you tightening and with a gentle bite of his teeth, Zoro had you coming on his skilled tongue. He didn’t stop during your high, lapping at you as you dissolved into pleasure. He continued until you felt overwhelmed, pushing at him to get him away from your oversensitive flesh. Crawling up your body, you felt his hard cock pulsing with need as he pressed against you.

“Now, little mate, are you ready?” Zoro said, nuzzling his head into you. You were still a little dazed, but nodded as you rubbed one of his fuzzy ears between your fingertips. Without warning, Zoro flipped you onto all fours under him, cock pressing against your ass. Now that you could feel the length of the whole thing, you were nervous, especially since he was fucking you from behind.

“Zoro, it’s not gonna - I don’t think you’ll fit,” you stammered.

“I would never hurt you, little mate,” Zoro replied in a surprisingly soft tone, “you were made for me, and I for you.” It didn’t quell your anxiety completely, but you relaxed a little. You felt Zoro place himself against your pussy, ready to enter you. “Breathe, little mate,” Zoro commanded as he pressed himself into you. You felt yourself stretching tight around him, more than you ever had before. Pushing himself in slowly, Zoro kept moving forward until he was fully sheathed within you, growling when you felt him bottom out within you. He waited for you to settle, to get accustomed to his length and girth. You could feel the tip of his cock against your cervix, hitting all of your most pleasurable spots.

“Zoro, I’m ready,”  you said, arching your back a little more. He didn’t need any more convincing, pulling out halfway and pushing back in, starting a brutal pace. He felt incredible, you couldn’t contain the moans and whimpers that spilled from your lips as Zoro fucked you within an inch of your life. Zoro kept you pinned beneath him as you took everything he gave you. You felt the slap of his heavy balls on your clit as he pistoned your gspot, making your legs quake. You’d been primed before, it wasn’t going to take much to make you come again. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, baring your neck. The other hand was bearing his weight as he fucked you like the animal he was.

“Z-zoro, gonna come soon,” you squeaked out in between his thrusts. You could feel the sweat between your bodies dripping down as Zoro continued his onslaught, his hips snapping against your ass. 

“Not until you beg me to claim you,” Zoro gritted out, slowing his rhythm. “You want to come again, little mate? Come all over my cock? You can, as soon as you beg me to claim you,” Zoro cooed at you, now taking his time with long and deep strokes. He stood on his knees, one hand now free. “Can’t you feel me, little mate? Can’t you feel me here?” Zoro asked as he pushed up on your lower stomach. The movement caused you to feel as he pushed against his own cock within you. You shuddered as he continued to fuck against your sweetest spot while pressing against you. He kept his hand on your stomach, pushing up, until you started to see stars.

“Please, Zoro, please,” you begged, not even knowing what you were asking for.

“Please what, little mate?” Zoro hummed, pulling your hair a little harder.

“Please claim me, please let me come,” you blurted. Zoro kissed the back of your neck.

“Gladly, little mate. Since you begged so charmingly.” Picking up his pace again, Zoro fucked into you with more force, pulling your hair harder. You keened as you felt trails of fire coursing through your veins. Just as you were about to come, Zoro leaned forward and bit you in the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. The pleasure completely overwhelmed your senses, everything faded to white as you crested higher and higher on the wave. You felt yourself quivering and fluttering around his length, your pussy trying desperately to keep him in place as he yowled at his own release. Distantly you heard someone screaming in bliss, but you couldn’t determine who it was. There was nothing in the world beyond Zoro, his teeth in your skin and his cock in your pussy. Though it was mere seconds, your orgasm felt like it lasted an eternity as you floated back down to reality. 

Zoro removed his teeth from your shoulder, laid down on the soft grass, and placed you on top of him, your head resting on his broad chest. He began licking your wound, his rough tongue causing you to wince.

“Stop, Zo’, hurts,” you whined, already tired from his attention.

“Shhh, I know, little mate. But this will help with the healing. I’m almost done,” he replied. You hummed but stopped resisting, letting him complete his task. You weren’t sure exactly what the mark meant, but you had some idea. You’d discuss the implications of everything that happened - after the full moon ended. You dozed off for a bit, contentedly listening to Zoro’s steady heartbeat underneath you. A little while later, you woke to Zoro sniffing and licking your skin again.

“Whassat?” you asked groggily.

“You already bear my mark, it will keep other males away,” Zoro said, “but this will ensure they know you belong with me. That cook is bothersome to both of us.” Zoro picked up your hand again, kissing your palm the way he had the first time you’d seen him transformed.

“Is the other Zoro in there?” you asked timidly. You wanted to talk to your nakama, not just the were he became during the full moon.

“We are both here, at all times. The moon gives the panther a little more power, which I use to overwhelm the human, take control. If he feels very strongly, he wrests it from me at times. But he needed direction, he was making foolish choices,” the panther continued, shaking his head.

“Like what?” you asked.

“The fool was avoiding you, upsetting you, even though he wanted you desperately. He thought you wouldn’t accept us the way we are. He didn’t want to force you to mate with us, wanted to let you run away if you so chose,” the panther declared.

“And you?” you prompted, knowing you were speaking with the panther. Zoro smiled as a predator woul when cornering prey.

“You are our mate. There is nowhere you could run that I would not find you.”

~~~

Later (this is a silly)

Zoro: what do you mean a blue moon? The moon can only come once a month, it's the MOON.

You: ???????? what do you mean? It JUST came again, that's how we ended up like this. How do you....you know what, I'm taking over the calendar.

[wrestledyke]

Can we talk about the huge bruise on Max’s thigh. Girl who bit you.

[tygerterror]

said it again, didn't i?

i just want to bite you really hard to claim you. sorry. i didn’t mean to say that. i meant uhm… i just want to bite you… really hard… to claim you.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Fellow dommes, I would like to share a new thing I recently discovered that I think you should try out. We all know how nice the possessiveness of saying "you're mine" to your sub can be. Making them say "I'm yours", or cooing/growling "you're mine" into their ear while they're so deep into subspace all they can do is smile and moan. I've even seen a post making the rounds of growling "I'm yours" into your subs ears as you use them mercilessly. Remind them that only they get receive this treatment.

I see these acts of consensual possession and raise you the notion of ordering your sub to say "you're mine" to you as you make them cum. Holding their eye contact right before you push them over the edge and growl "what am I, kitten? Say it. Say I'm yours."

"You're mine?" they'll of course be initially confused, but press the idea, and as you do, push them over the edge.

"Again."

"You're mine" This time a little more confidence behind the statement.

"That's right... Again."

"You're mine" Finally getting the idea, and realizing it feels amazing.

"Again!"

"You're mine... you're mine... you're mine..."

By this point you can just watch and enjoy as they begin to chant it with the biggest smile on their face, all while orgasming in a way that they haven't before. A different kind of intensity. Continue to make them cum as they passively repeat "you're mine" over and over and over, letting the pleasure and chanting hypnotize them into a state of pure bliss. I promise you, it will give you a form of confidence in your domming entirely separate from claiming them and it feels utterly intoxicating 💕

[queerdraws]

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

[wlwwerewolfie]

"Please dont mark me up!"

I have to, baby, someone else might come and bite you and claim you as their own. We wouldn't want to happen, do we? You don't want to be anybody else's little pet. You just wanna be all mine. I need everyone to see proof on your body that you're mine. Now, be still, or do you want this to hurt?

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[nerdishpursuits]

What sapphic dreams are made of

[fbfh]

not an ask but sleeper build leo lives in my head rent free 😳

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

you are so fuckin real for this. no literally bc I just KNOW Leo is either gonna look one of two ways. he's either gonna be looking like this

or like this

and either way you're gonna be drooling. you're gonna be barking and foaming at the mouth. sometimes he just fuckin. picks you up like a little rag doll. it shakes you to your core every time. he LIVES for the look on your face when he just scoops you up and carries you around. it's not that you don't think he can, it's just so. hng. aughghhh. he. he's so. mmmmmm.

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

bites

this post is inspired by @beta-adjacent’s post about bite marks. i got really emotional thinking about friends exchanging bites and wanted to say more about it lol

bonding bite facts

bite scars, like all other scars, vary in visibility and permanence from person to person. in historical practice, various substances (clay, ash, or ink, most commonly) were applied to a fresh bite to improve visibility and permanence. modern practice uses ‘bite powder’ or ‘bite ink’ for those who want a more permanent, easily detectable scar. this is the most common scarification practice, present in most cultures globally.

bites can be exchanged in various locations on the body. claiming or mating bites tend to be found at the scent glands on the neck, but can be left anywhere on the body. marking other locations are considered nontraditional—it would be akin to wearing a wedding ring on a finger other than the left ring finger (in cultures where that is the traditional location).

healthy bonding bites do not typically affect a person’s inherent scent. a person may release more detectable ‘happy pheromones’ after exchanging bites with a loved one, but these tend to fade after a few weeks. conversely, a person may release more detectable ‘distressed pheromones’ after receiving a bite under duress, and these tend to linger much longer.

biting someone who accepts under duress is no different from biting someone who has clearly rejected it. in the US, forcing a bite is considered felony assault and battery

mating bites may be administered in a variety of settings. a traditional practice between omegas and their alpha or beta mates is to exchange bites during their first heat after the pair has agreed to mate. some cultures practice ‘claiming ceremonies,’ where the mated pair exchanges bites in front of their families and friends, community leaders, and/or religious leaders.

bite types

mating or claiming bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the nape. historically, alphas were not marked when mating with betas or omegas, but in current society bites tend to be exchanged between mates of any sex rather than used as a tool for alphas to stake a claim on someone of a so-called ‘lower sex.’

pack or bonding bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the wrist. in some more traditional or long-established packs, either the pack alpha or chief omega administers pack bites to new members. popular culture treats this practice as old-fashioned, with some young people referring to it as a ‘boomer bite.’ in younger or more progressive packs, any member may extend the bite to an unmarked pack mate.

camaraderie bites, also called ‘bestie bites’ - may be located anywhere on the body. a more recent practice, only from the last 60 years or so, stemming from the free love movement and sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s. these bites are exchanged between close friends, but are not typically an expectation. to share a camaraderie bite with a friend is a mark of profound intimacy. in many young adult novels, a life changing experience shared between friends is punctuated by the exchange of camaraderie bites. some groups have expressed displeasure with this trend, as they feel it cheapens the significance of the camaraderie bite.

bite perks

mated pairs report increased happiness in their relationship, though causality between the bite’s presence and relationship satisfaction is unclear.

bite-bonded packs demonstrate a similar phenomenon with similarly unclear causality

friends who exchange camaraderie bites tend to report a stronger sense of connection, satisfaction, and contentment in all of their friendships, not just the bite-bonded one.

individuals in healthy bite-bonded relationships of any type report a stronger sense of self and belonging, which is associated with positive health outcomes, job satisfaction, and overall happiness

bite-bonded married couples and unmarried couples with registered mating bites receive the same social and legal privileges

global acceptance for same sex (i.e. a-a and o-o) mates is increasing rapidly, with legal recognition for these mating arrangements in over 85% of countries

[goddessofroyalty]

In any X-men omegaverse au Charles obviously is going to have a mating bite courtesy of Magneto.

Except I lean towards the worldbuilding where mating bites and bonds will wear off in time if they're not actively maintained.

But Charles still spends more time with a mating bite/bond than not because every time it's nearly been long enough or has just been long enough for it to wear off he and Magneto end up working together for one reason or another and by the end of it Charles has a fresh bite and renewed bond.

The timing is actually coincidental (and more a testiment to how often they end up working together) but is still very much the elephant in the room when Magneto inevitably leaves again and they return to being advesaries.

[scarecrowdrugs]

I like to imagine Jonathan Crane as being five seconds away from going straight for the jugular at all times.

[elalmadelmar]

I am begging y'all to look at your self-advocacy and ask, "Who am I throwing under the bus to make my point?"

This applies to denying that other people have problems, claiming that all forms of oppression except for yours are universally defeated or socially unacceptable, or portraying everyone outside your group as being less deep, pure, or good than you.

[mattodore]

birthday boy with his birthday toy

[leclercskiesahead]

Okay Charles

[windybluebelles]

I love Duke Thomas

I luv him :3

He is silly

Sorry the demons anyway

Duke is a fun character that people (fanfic writers, official writers, etc) never really seem to take advantage of. I’m not here to complain about writing tho I’m here to rant.

Duke is the perfect age where you can make him friends with the characters directly older than him (Tim’s gen/Young Justice) and the ones directly younger than him (Damian’s generation, eg Jon Kent, Shazamily maybe) and I think more people should write about him just being the middle of the youngest kids

Like, Jason and Cass are middlest of the oldest, Duke is middlest of the youngest.

Duke showing up to titans tower, charming young justice, insulting Tim to his face, stealing something, bringing up the Robin gang, and leaving. Once Tim and Duke have known eachother for a while, Tim complains about Duke the same amount he does Damian! Possibly worse because Duke never does anything actually malicious! He’s just Tim’s little brother!

Duke going into Damian’s room when his friends are over and embarrassing him. He’s the designated chaperone when the kids want to go out somewhere. Walking with Dami to and from school. I imagine they play minecraft together

So I want Damian to have one sibling relationship where he isn’t a baby, sue me! No one really brings up the fact that them two are the only of the kids who really live at home, they are sort of forced to put up with eachother. Damian also doesn’t really have a reason to hate Duke, I imagine he’s mostly got over his ‘heir to the bat’ nonsense by the time he gets fostered and, even if he hasn’t, Duke doesn’t really want Bruce as his dad! Duke is in no way competition

I want to see Damian insulting Duke, biting him, hitting him, awful awful shit and everyone is like

‘Oh no! Why is Dami evil again 😣’

But then Duke just yells back at him! 20 minutes later their seen on the couch sharing a pack of skittles! I want one normal sibling relationship in this family!