#cw biting

[xazse]

Cw: A/b/o dynamics + Omegaverse + Alpha!Satoru x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Suguru + my Abo dynamics are different so sorry + mentions of anal + smut + knotting + crying + size difference + biting

If you’re meant to be Sugurus Omega that means you’re definitely Satoru’s, you don’t get a choice they’re a package deal, they can’t stand being away from one another so they went against everything that alphas stand for and bit each other: now fully intertwined with one another.

Suguru yearned for you, he knew he had to have you, those nights where he was ravishing Satoru and feeling something was missing, an itch he couldn’t scratch, he hated it, he hated how rough he’d get with Satoru even though the blue eyed man said he enjoyed it so much.

Knotting Satoru was something he loved but the thought of knotting your little cunt alone drove him mad, made him so hard he’d think about it all day, constantly having to go “adjust” himself.

When he finally had you, he went absolutely fucking mad, he couldn’t stop smelling you: you smelled like cookies and vanilla. He couldn’t stop licking your soft supple skin, your spongy cunt that he’d have to finger for a good while to get you ready.

And of course he’d have Satoru by his side just as thirsty for the sight of you, he’d be fondling your tits and giving you long drawn out kisses that you’re eager for, like a puppy.

There was no argument about who got to fuck your cunt first, that was always going to be Suguru, he was gonna be your first for your ass as well.

His leaky redden tip lined up with your awaiting slick hole, his counterpart distracted you with sweet words, Suguru couldn’t afford to be sweet right now, he slams his fat cock in one swift move, the whines that spill from you do nothing but egg him on. He pushes your legs toward yourself and the sound of skin meeting skin feels the room, he fucks your soppy pussy so messily, he’s been craving this for so fucking long, he’s constantly readjusting his long hair that he doesn’t bother to put up, your pussy is just the sweetest thing.

When his fat tip starts to swell inside of you, you’re crying into Satoru’s kiss, he knows it hurts, your first ever knot is always gonna hurt he tells you in a comforting tone.

You don’t know it but Satoru absolutely is obsessed with you also, you look so cute crying trying your best for them, trying your hardest to accept Suguru’s fat knot, youre small compared to them and he loves it.

When Suguru bites you, all you see it white, he isn’t surprised that you passed out, you’re gonna have to do it all over again when it’s Satoru’s turn.

[rinachains]

true form!sukuna x gn!reader; mentions of cannibalism; sukuna deals with emotions (kind of); biting as a love language

The king of curses, seated on the soft upholstery of his bed with you facing him in his lap, ogling one of his bare arms as you trace the defined, bulging muscles with your fingertips, would surely paint an obscure picture to any intruder.

You’re so small underneath him, his cursed energy draped over you like a veil – shielding and trapping you - and he could crush you so easily, in a matter of a few seconds, and nothing and no one could stop him - except for you. And you don’t even have to do anything. You’re just sitting there, sharing each other’s warmth, while he observes you, one pair of his arms holding your sides, the other crossed over his chest. That’s all it takes.

Sukuna isn’t a whirlwind of emotions, he’s simple and aware of what feelings reside in him; he’s in control of himself. Not a victim of weak, futile desires. Not like other humans – that’s what makes him superior, a king.

So he knows how he feels about you; but not knowing what to think about it and what to do with it, he decides to listen to what his body and his mind are telling him, and he even finds himself listening to that irregular beat hidden behind the resilient muscles on the left side of his chest, one that he believed he’d never hear.

He once mistook the pit in his stomach for mere hunger, so he ate and he ate, but the hunger didn’t vanish, he was never fully satisfied, so he kept on eating and eating, tearing into flesh after flesh. Assuming that he was cursed with an unfulfilling life – a repetitive routine of killing and eating presumptuous humans who dared to cross him, providing little to no entertainment  - he figured that nothing would change and that he would continue to go on with this life.

And then you came along, and he felt hunger overtake him. However, it was different from simple hunger, it wasn’t just a growl in his stomach – there’s another spot inside of him that he didn't know existed until he met you. And that spot is reserved for you and you alone. No one else can fill it.

His mouth itched, his fangs ached, and he wanted – still wants - to devour you, but not in pieces, but all of you. Your whole, entire self.

"Are you hungry?" you break the comfortable silence, gaze still lingering on his arm, as you realize that this would usually be the time for him to eat his first meal.

"No."

"No?" Surprise drips from your voice at his answer, one of your brows lifting in disbelief.

"My hunger is satisfied for the moment. I’ll eat later."

That makes you peer up at him for a few seconds, an indecipherable expression, before returning your attention to his arm.

“Hmh, alright.”

Another few beats of silence pass, and then, suddenly, your fingers stop dancing along his tattooed skin, replaced by your hot mouth as it latches onto him.

Sukuna makes no noise at first, the muscles in his face barely moving as if he anticipated your attack, but you can feel his fingers twitch and then tighten around your sides, his strong arms visibly flexing.

A low chuckle emanates from him at your attempt to break his thick skin, your eyes momentarily flickering up to his face at the guttural sound that shakes your body.

You’ve become shameless, he notices, unrestrained craving swirling in your eyes that is usually found in his own when he’s around you.  

His tongue drags along the sharp tips of his canines, glinting at you. The image of a menacing predator, dangerous and meant to frighten and devour you, yet you find yourself melting willingly into his arms, the claws digging into you granting you security.

To him, your bites are akin to tickles, like nips that a cat gives its owner, and his first instinct is to laugh. He doesn’t, but the urge remains.

Instead, Sukuna’s face splits into a wide grin, “And what exactly are you trying to do?”

All four of his piercing eyes are pinning you in place as he stares down his nose. Sukuna isn’t sure what to focus on, so he takes his time to memorize every single feature of your face, from the curve of your cupid's bow to the soft flutter of your eyelashes casting shadows across your cherubic cheeks. 

“What do you think it looks like?” you grumble, your voice muffled by your mouth still pressed against the resistant limb, “I’m trying to bite you the way you like to bite me, Sukuna.”

He used to demand that you call him by his proper title, yet he finds that he doesn’t mind the lack of title slipping from your lips as much as he thought he would; it’s second nature to you, rolling off your tongue so effortlessly, and it tastes like nectar from the sweetest flower in his mouth.

“You’re trying so hard, aren’t you?”

You huff, “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not. I respect your effort. It’s amusing – but it’s also welcoming.”

There’s a raw sincerity behind his words that you weren’t prepared for, causing you to put some distance between your mouth and his arm.

Sukuna’s waiting, patient and with mild curiosity.

A wild flame of affection ignites in his chest as he watches how hard you, a mere human, try to put some damage on him, the desire to claim lurking behind every caress of your teeth.

Want swims across his normally indifferent face, something other than vain lust, nothing perverse or violent, but something that goes even deeper, more vulnerable. It takes root in his chest, threatening to burst forth and fall into your waiting hands, ready to catch it.

“Are you proud of yourself? Are you giving it your all?” Sukuna taunts, his controlled voice slightly strained as he pokes you in the face, making your nose scrunch up.

He sees how you almost flinch, all four of his eyes tracking your every move attentively, but you try to keep a nonchalant demeanor, acting unaffected, and not pulling away. You’re not scared – you’re merely sensitive to his touch, Sukuna notes.

He levels you with a smirk; as if you’re an amusing little thing, his personal jester.

“Don’t hold back,” he warns you, maroon eyes burning into you, heavy with intent. So you don’t.

Your soul enters Sukuna before your teeth do, and he can't - doesn't want to - stop it.

There’s noise, emerging from the back of his throat.

A wave of ecstasy washes over his body as you finally manage to draw blood, lapping at the small wound with your tongue, the sting sending goosebumps across his skin and briefly blurring his vision.

You hold him in the palms of your hands without realizing it, your teeth - your pitiful, useless fangs - unintentionally releasing venom that spreads through his guts, paralyzing him against your electrifying touch.

Sukuna’s immune to poison – he himself is a lethal poison - but not to your venom; for it is not filled with poison, but with something else, something he can’t quite identify, having never experienced it before.

One of his hands tangles in your hair, holding your head in place, urging you to continue on with your gentle assault.

“C’mon, try harder. You can do better than that.”

You could tear him apart for all he cares, and he’d let you. Chip away at the flesh that protects his bones and swallow his cursed energy until it merges with your own. Become one.

Sukuna wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t protect the gaping wounds you have inflicted upon him, and to him that is the strongest sign of devotion he could present you with. And you’d understand.

“Are you even feeling anything?” you ask him as you withdraw from his now marked arm, forehead creased and lips pursed.

Removing his arms from his chest, he brings one of his hands up to cup the underside of your jaw, the gesture oddly tender. His thumb glides along the plush, pillowy flesh of your lower lip that is stained with blood – his blood – and he relishes how the single digit covers your lip completely, and how the lids over your eyes grow droopy, that particular look sending a tingle down his body.

“I’m feeling everything.”

[toffeebrews]

Dog coded cross, but like it's sad.

not sure what this genre of art I'm doing is, but I like it.

[ossiethegreat]

killer biting the shit out of color supremacy

based on something @howlsofbloodhounds wrote a while ago. I’m too lazy to go look for it

Color belongs to superyoumna

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Extra :

[lavendermin]

Jing Yuan who is not one for marking you up during intimacy on your average day. But give him a little wine in the comforts and safety of his home, seeing him slip just a little past tipsy, and he’ll be leaving playful nibbles and colorful bite marks around your body. Bites down into your shoulder, your plush thighs, the swell of your chest. Watches you squirm in an uneven mixture of discomfort and excitement as he gets the slightest bit more aggressive with it. Just a little unhinged behavior surfacing as the alcohol in his system makes him a little more bold—a little more greedy. A recklessness he can afford and enjoy.

[toffeesbabbles]

uggujjhv mo5e doodles here here you go

imagine killer is making those sounds cats make when they chew on something om nom nom

without all dah shades...

was actually gonna do both of these but I don't have enough energy to finish it

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah ,*((7787788866776776-666-- ANYWAY RUNS

[stunie]

endo slapping you when you've been acting bratty </3 <- love that little freak so bad

ENDO YAMATO X F!READER! — nsfw ﾉ explicit smut ﾉ mild + subtle warnings for cw slapping, cw biting, cw choking, kinda ooc

“Ah, you fuckin’ brat. I know you heard me. I said suck, not bite.”

His eyes flicker to the subtle teeth marks decorating his finger before he’s roughly grabbing at your face, fingers squeezing around your cheeks as he uses you to better leverage himself to reach deeper inside your cunt. “So? Where’s my apology? Clock’s ticking. Better hurry before I get up and leave you here needy and alone.”

“S-sorry,” your words are slurred from the grip he has on your cheeks. “Was an accid-”

His grip loosens a bit before he’s delivering a light slap to your cheek, chuckling when your eyes slam shut. “S-sorry?” He repeats, mocking, before there’s a second slap, a third, then a series of little slaps to your cheek, as if trying to wake you up from a prolonged nap. “Shut up.”

You gasp when his hand moves to settle around your neck instead, lips hovering just over yours as he drills his cock into you, watching the way you fight the tightening knot threatening to snap in your stomach.

“…Boutta cum?”

You’re not sure if he wants you to answer. There’s a nervous whine from you before you’re peering up at him with needy eyes, a silent plea to ask him to let you cum. He didn’t even let you apologize— and you can’t seem to understand what he wants from you ..

“Cum then.”

It doesn’t matter. That’s all the confirmation you need to finally let go, painful knot snapping with one last rough thrust from Endo, your eyes clenching shut as you gush and spasm wildly against him. “Oh fuck,” you cry out, hands coming to shield your eyes as you tremble, cunt sucking him deep inside as he prolongs your orgasm with slowed and deep thrusts.

With the way your jaw has fallen slack, it seems like now would be a good time.

He’s moving off of you and grabbing your head before you can even process what’s happening, his fingers shoving you forward so he can fully sheath himself in your mouth with one swift movement, and the loud gag that slips from you does nothing but send electrifying shivers down his spine.

“Much better,” he grins at the way your eyes are wide, mouth straining to let him in and your throat struggling to handle the fullness of his cock. “I’m in a good mood, so you get a second chance. Sound good, doll?”

“So you’d better watch the teeth this time. I mean it.”

[softcenteregg]

I'm so determined to have them consume each other at every opportunity.

[hoodedjelly]

evil jimmy (Vance) x nega timmy (Adder) time

idk what to say really, they are very evil and gross and insane and gay. the Adder design is done by @chocowhomps

[archonghoul]

I tweeted about wanting Killer to bite tf out of Dream's tits like 7,000 years ago and finally got around to drawing it a couple of months back ;3 The comic is available to view on Twitter! I'll be back with a link for Bluesky as well, so keep an eye out! :3

(As always, 18+ ONLY, please.)

[an-albino-pinetree]

some “mwahs <3” -v- 🩶🩶

!!Cw for bruises/bites under the cut!! V

(aftercare from the last 🦋 images ehehehe)

[miffysrambles]

Could you do a suggestive Macaque x reader?

Suggestive! Macaque with S/O

(WARNING: Suggestive and includes biting! I don't write suggestive stuff often so I might be a bit rusty!)

You and your demon boyfriend were currently sitting on your couch, watching some movie that was playing on cable.

Macaque wasn’t even paying attention to the film as his attention was more directed towards you, admiring your features as your eyes were locked on the screen.

At first, it was innocent enough, his gaze lingering on your eyes and noticing how they practically shined whenever an action-packed scene happened. 

However, his eyes started drifting down to your lips. Noticing how soft and alluring they were to him.

Imagining his crashing into them and making the both of you gasping for air, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pushed your body close to his made his ears flush red.

He mentally slapped himself for thinking this, but his mind just kept going.

His gold eyes kept drifting down with vigor as they eventually reached their destination, your thighs.

Your boyfriend had a habit of marking you, you knew this. The bite marks on your shoulders and neck were well enough proof.

He wanted more though, the skin on your thighs was very sensitive and he wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into them, hearing you whine and whimper as he looked up to see your reaction.

Your attention was finally torn away from the movie as you felt his tail snake around your thigh, his eyebrow raised as he smirked down at you.

You blushed as you asked, “What are you doing?”

He chuckled lowly, “What do you think I’m doing?”

Your fingers stroked the fur on his tail, making him purr as you responded, “I think you’re asking me for something, what is it?”

Oh, you’re teasing him, he’s rubbing off on you and he absolutely adored it. 

You knew exactly what he wanted, you just wanted him to say it.

He chuckled once more as he grinned, “Well played sweet cheeks,”

He gently pushed your body down onto the couch, his chest pressing against yours as you gasped at the sudden movement.

“Let’s just say..”

His hands drifted down your sides as he started to trail kisses from your neck down to your covered stomach, he pulled off your bottoms as his lips met your lower torso.

He licked his fangs hungrily as he growled, looking up at you as he positioned himself in between your legs.

“I want to sink my teeth into these gorgeous thighs of yours, is that ok?” He asked for your permission. 

You breathed heavily, his breath hitting the sensitive flesh that was your inner thigh.

You nodded with fervor as you gripped the couch cushion below you to control yourself, making him chuckle once again as he smirked.

He unwrapped his tail from your thigh as he planted soft kisses on your inner thigh, making you shudder as his lips met your warm thighs.

He wanted to make sure you knew his actions were out of pure love for you before he marked you.

“You ready sugarplum?”

He made sure one last time you were truly okay with him marking your thighs, you nodded once more as you begged him to do it already.

“Please Macaque…”

He laughed gently at your eagerness as he glided his tongue, giving you a heads up where he was going to bite.

You gasped sharply as you felt his fangs finally do the deed, letting out soft whines and whimpers from the mix of pain and pleasure.

He growled as he withdrew his teeth, eventually reaching to the other thigh and repeating his actions.

This went on for a few minutes, making sure after every bite he planted kisses on the marks.

“So beautiful… I love you, gods I love you…” He put emphasis on 'gods' as he muttered, continuing to bite and kiss your skin, his tail curving into a heart shape as he was completely drunk on your thighs.

You winced at the slight pain, but your lips were curled into a smile as he worshipped your body. 

His eyes met yours once more as he took in every feature of your expression, loving how much pleasure he was giving you.

He finally pulled away from your thighs as his lips crashed gently against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you held onto him, his arms slightly lifting you up so you were both sitting upwards.

You both made soft sounds of pleasure as you continued to make out, pulling away for breath every few seconds until you went back to connecting your lips.

You both finally pulled away as he smiled at you, resting your forehead against yours as he was emotionally exposed to you.

“I love you so much (Name)...”

“I love you too Macaque…”

You’re pretty sure the movie was over by now, did both of you care?

Absolutely not, that was much more important.

[ofthemorningstars]

Impossibly Impassioned

TerzOmega ~ Breeding Kink ~ Resurrection AU

4.9k words Post-Breeding Companion Fic/Sequel

AO3 Version

" 'Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,' was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. "

Terzo and Omega get up to some babymaking.

Content Warning: breeding, mpreg (cis), biting and blood mention

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Terzo was frustrated. 

He had been aiming to spread his frustration to his husband as well, but Omega’s silence on the other end of their text thread was deafening. Terzo thought for sure that his messages would drive Omega wild, would have him begging for Terzo to make up an excuse to come home early. 

“Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,” was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. His smug self-satisfied attitude faded after the first five minutes with no response, quickly turning into disappointment and despair. 

Ever since it became possible for them to conceive, ever since there had been hope for starting a family despite their anatomy… they had been insatiable. They tried to have every encounter end with Omega cumming in Terzo, unwilling to waste a single opportunity, a single ounce of potential. For their entire relationship, they had reluctantly accepted that they were biologically incompatible. That was until they learned that with enough work and sacrifice and black magic, they could be. Primo wasn't happy to be helping facilitate their mission with his own research and instruction, but he owed them. Now that the real work was done, the fun could begin.

Terzo was so let down by Omega ignoring him that he considered finding an excuse to stay late. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed after having put himself out there like that. He took a risk, and it didn’t pay off; his face grew hot every time he thought about it for too long. Deciding to bite the bullet and head home on time anyway, he finished up what he was doing and made the trek back to their chambers. Hesitating for a split second, he unlocked the door, almost nervous. Breathe, he told himself. It’s just Omega. His heart was still pounding in his ears regardless.

“I’m home, amore! I missed you toda–” was all he could get out before Omega appeared seemingly out of nowhere, pinning him to the closed door with his body. Terzo’s senses immediately zeroed in on the feeling of Omega’s erection pressing into his stomach. The enticing heat of Omega’s hard length through his boxer briefs was enough to distract Terzo from the fact that Omega was nude, save for his underwear, a fact that it took his brain too long to process. All of his dusky-grey skin was on full display; Terzo wanted to touch every inch.

“Finally,” Omega murmured, licking up Terzo’s neck possessively. “I’ve been waiting for you all day, you little tease.” He growled low in Terzo’s ear before biting the lobe, his usual gentleness absent. Terzo felt the pinch of pain and yelped, the sensation going straight to his cock. 

Omega’s mouth was upon his in an instant, his tongue a welcome intruder. It took Terzo a moment to kiss back, to get into the headspace that he was in when he’d been toying with Omega from his office, but when he found it his need returned with a vengeance. His arms wrapped around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss as Omega began to grind against him. When Omega fondled him through his pants, Terzo pulled away, unable to suppress the cocky grin that threatened to overtake his face.

“I take it you did see my texts, then?” Terzo quipped. Omega snarled lightly at him, baring his fangs. Terzo didn’t have a chance to react before he was dragged to the bedroom by his shirt collar. Omega slammed the bedroom door behind them, stripping Terzo in record time and tossing him roughly onto the bed. When Omega finally sprung free from his underwear, his impressive length rock hard and flushed, glistening with precum, Terzo’s mouth began to water.

Omega grabbed the lube from their nightstand, quickly prepping. He glared at Terzo while he stroked himself, as if daring him to protest his aggressive treatment. Terzo wouldn't dream of it. Satisfied with the job he’d done, Omega pushed Terzo flat on his back and propped his hips up on two fluffy pillows.

Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation as Omega got himself into position, claws digging into Terzo’s thighs, spreading him wide. This forceful side of Omega rarely came out to play, and Terzo found it exhilarating. Omega pushed inside, only going slow enough to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt his partner. He let out a guttural groan as he was fully seated.

“Nn... Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m gonna creampie your tight little hole,” Omega hissed through gritted teeth as he began to move. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my cum inside you?” Terzo was already panting, having been given no time to adjust before Omega started thrusting. “You want me to put a baby in you? Isn’t that what you said?” Omega made intense eye contact, Terzo finding himself unable to look away. 

“Omega–!” was all that Terzo could manage. Omega growled, tightening his grip on Terzo's thighs.

“That’s not an answer, Terzo. Use your words like a good boy.” Omega thrust up into him hard to spur a better response. Terzo threw his head back, Omega stimulating his prostate in the most delicious way. Precum was already pooling on his stomach. He was almost embarrassed about how violently turned on he was so soon; he was positively aching, throbbing a little harder with every word that left Omega's mouth. 

“O-Omega! Please cum in me, Omega, I need it so bad, please, oh fuck… Please!” Terzo begged with a needy whine, moving his hips in time with Omega’s. He wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist, trying to draw him in deeper. Omega chuckled darkly. 

“That’s better… That’s better. My good little cumslut. You look so pretty with my cock in you...” Omega’s voice was syrupy sweet. 

Looking down, Terzo saw a bulge in his belly appear and disappear due to Omega’s massive size. He felt like he was going to pass out from arousal, having to look away. Omega rode him mercilessly until Terzo was mewling and begging incoherently beneath him.

“You were made to take this cock. Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna wreck you, you’re all mine.” He could tell that Omega was getting worked up by his own dirty talk, his thrusts growing more forceful. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, punishing Terzo with his body. “I’m gonna fucking breed you, Terzo. Tell me that’s what you want and I’ll do it.” Omega’s hands wandered over Terzo’s hips, his thighs, claws digging hard and leaving deep scratches that began to dew with drops of blood. Omega was marking him. Terzo shuddered.

“Sì! Oh fuck, breed me, please, I need to carry your kits…” The words came out in a rush before he could think about what he was saying. It was true. The thought of finally being impregnated by his husband after all their years together, of being full of Omega’s kits, was intoxicating. It was all he could think about, and not just when they fucked anymore. It was constantly in the back of his mind, a brutal yearning that consumed him. He needed to be Omega’s in every way possible. Satanas, he wanted to have Omega’s babies so badly. Terzo writhed beneath his lover’s ministrations, squirming and struggling for air as he throbbed hard, his body on fire with want. “Aa–! Omega, you fuck me so good…”

“I’m gonna pump you so full, you’re gonna look so beautiful, all big and round and heavy with my kits. Everyone’s going to see what a naughty little slut you are. They’re gonna know you’re mine, that I bred you.” Omega leaned down to bite Terzo’s shoulder, fangs sinking in deep and drawing blood. Terzo cried out, a hand flying to the back of Omega’s head to hold him closer. Omega drank greedily, his thrusts becoming shallow due to their position. When he finally pulled away after taking his fill, Omega gave the wound a long lick, relishing the taste. Terzo felt like he was going to combust. Omega sat back up, resuming his punishing rhythm.

“You’re such a whore for me.” Terzo saw Omega’s teeth still washed faintly red as he licked his lips to clean up any remaining mess. “My pretty little whore, always so hungry for my cock.” Terzo moaned louder with each thrust, fists balled up in the sheets. Terzo was so close, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself with abandon. Omega swatted his hand away, reaching into Terzo’s mind with his quintessence and forcibly stopping the orgasm that Terzo had been on the brink of. Terzo was on the verge of tears, whining loudly in protest. 

“Ah ah... If you want me to fill your tight little hole up with my seed, you’ve got to earn every drop. You’ve got to work for it. I know how bad you need it, I can feel it, but you’ve got to tell me yourself.” Omega flashed him a wicked grin. Terzo did cry this time as he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. The mounting pleasure was building up, creating so much pressure inside of him with no way to release it under Omega’s control. He bit his tongue against a scream.

“Omega, please let me cum, please, fuck, I can’t fucking take it,” Terzo moaned. “I need your cum inside me, I need it more than anything. Fill me up with your kits, make me yours,” he whimpered breathlessly. He was struggling to get the words out, but he knew they were his only ticket to salvation.

“No. If you want me to put a kit in you, I need to hear you scream for it,” Omega snarled. “I want the whole fucking abbey to hear you screaming for my cock.” He reached into Terzo’s mind, amplifying his pleasure even further. A scream wrenched its way from Terzo’s throat. In the only distant corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, he idly wondered if anyone else really could hear him. He didn’t care anymore. Let them hear how mad Omega was driving him, how hard he was getting fucked.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, Terzo was finally, finally allowed his release. His back arched so hard that his hips nearly came off of the bed, his cum spurting with such force that some of it landed on his face. He screamed again, his cries echoing off the walls of their bedroom. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, the pleasure almost painful, until finally it eased away with a pathetic whimper. Omega continued thrusting as Terzo came down, Terzo squirming as his oversensitive prostate was stimulated. 

“Cum in me, Omega, please cum in me… I need your cum so bad… Please give me a baby,” Terzo whispered. Omega lost it, shooting his hot load into Terzo with a shout of his own. Omega kept moving through his orgasm, pumping slowly even after he’d finished, wanting to fuck his seed in deeper. When he could no longer keep going, he reluctantly pulled out, collapsing between Terzo’s legs with his head on Terzo's flat stomach. He lavished it with kisses, and Terzo reached down to entwine one of their hands together.

Omega pulled his hand away after a minute to delicately run his fingers along the raised welts he’d left on Terzo’s hips and thighs in a silent apology. Terzo gazed at him tenderly, running a hand through his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, mio caro. I love it when you mark me up.” Terzo meant it with every fiber of his being. Omega cracked a small smile, looking up at Terzo with eyes full of adoration. He rubbed Terzo’s belly slowly, his expression morphing into something more wistful.

“I hope it takes this time,” Omega said quietly. Terzo stroked the ghoul’s horns.

“I hope so too.” 

“You're so good to me, tesoro,” Omega whispered against Terzo’s skin. The corners of Terzo’s eyes crinkled. His smile was infectious, soon spreading to Omega. 

“I love you. You deserve nothing less,” Terzo crowed. “My beautiful ghoul.” Omega pulled him closer, nuzzling against him.

When Terzo began to yawn and rub his eyes, Omega helped him to the ensuite, running a bath for them both. Terzo knew Omega thought the water temperatures that Terzo preferred were just a step below the heat of the pit, but Omega always obliged him, bathing with him regardless. They’d always bathed and showered together for nearly the entirety of their three decades as a couple. A thought struck Terzo: he wondered if Omega had showered in the same temperature water as they always had together while Terzo was dead. He swallowed hard. Tonight was not the night to ask such a question. He banished the thought before Omega could pick up on the creeping sadness with his quintessence.

Before they got in, Omega sat Terzo on the edge of the bathtub, carefully cleaning Terzo’s bite and scratches. He kissed each one before swabbing them gently with peroxide, not wanting to subject his mate to the sting of rubbing alcohol. Terzo wouldn’t have minded if he did; it was simply a reminder of being claimed. He smiled fondly down at his husband as he took care of him so tenderly. 

When they got settled into the water, Omega insisted that they wash first so that the water wouldn’t cool before they finished bathing this time. Omega couldn’t have his little human mate getting cold, especially not now that they were trying to get pregnant. They took their time sudsing each other up, Omega scrubbing at Terzo’s hair lightly with shampoo with his claws while Terzo hummed to him. When they were both clean they relaxed together, Terzo leaning back against Omega. The ghoul couldn’t take his hands off of him, his fingers dancing over the skin of Terzo’s belly. What started as gentle kisses to Terzo’s neck quickly escalated into Omega sucking and biting, leaving blooming bruises in his wake.

Omega’s touch grew bolder and traveled lower until he was teasing his way through the v of Terzo’s hips. He teased around where Terzo wanted him, spreading his legs and caressing his inner thighs. Soon Terzo was breathing hard through his nose, leaning harder against Omega. He felt Omega’s cock twitch against his back, miraculously hard again. Terzo was getting there too, the throbbing between his legs becoming difficult to ignore.

“Again, amore mio?” Terzo laughed, trying to hide how pleased he was with this development.

“Mm, how can I resist? I’m about to make you the father of my children, what’s more attractive than that?” Omega nuzzled into the crook of his neck, luxuriating in the scent of his skin before kissing along the scar that he found there. Terzo shivered at his words, his cock jumping.

“Is that a threat?”

“No, mio amato. It’s a promise.” His hand found Terzo’s shaft, stroking leisurely along his length and teasing his tip in slow circles. Terzo groaned, letting his head fall back against Omega’s shoulder, feeling himself grow harder in Omega’s hand by the second. When Terzo began to subtly thrust, Omega stopped, withdrawing his touch. Terzo whined at the loss.

“So impatient, tesoro…” Omega murmured against Terzo’s skin. “I think we should get out now. We don’t want to waste a single drop of my cum, do we?” There was a smile evident in Omega’s voice, and Terzo shook his head emphatically. 

After they’d toweled off, Omega caught Terzo by the chin, kissing him fiercely. His other hand wandered down Terzo’s lean, muscled body, pumping him quickly. Terzo moaned into his mouth before needing to break away to catch his breath. Omega released him to cup and squeeze Terzo’s ample ass, clawed fingers kneading. Before Terzo knew what was happening, he was being lifted. He wrapped his legs around Omega, meeting his lips in a bruising kiss while he stroked along his jaw.

Omega swept their belongings off of the cluttered bathroom counter with little regard, both of them ignoring the sound of things clattering to the floor. He sat Terzo down on the edge of it, never breaking their kiss. When Omega did pull away, it was so he could trail his lips down Terzo’s body. He made a stop at Terzo’s nipples, Terzo gasping and arching at the attention being given to one of his most sensitive areas. To Terzo’s surprise, Omega dropped to his knees before him on the floor, nudging Terzo’s legs apart. He didn’t need much prompting, spreading wide for Omega. 

Terzo was treated to Omega licking his hole with the flat of his forked tongue before swirling around his rim. Terzo gasped again, the sensations catching him off guard. Omega hummed against him and Terzo groaned, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure up his spine.

Omega prodded at Terzo’s mind with his quintessence, asking to be let in, to connect their minds. Terzo eagerly let him in, and Omega groaned at being able to feel his own tongue flicking against Terzo the way his lover did. When Omega began to touch himself, Terzo moaned at the sensation coursing over their bond, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Omega was diamond-hard and dripping onto the floor, throbbing with every heartbeat. 

When Omega’s tongue slipped inside, Terzo cried out. His hands gripped Omega’s horns, pulling his soft white hair, unable to settle. He squeezed Omega’s head tightly between his thighs, squirming when Omega let out a muffled chuckle. He could feel it as Omega tasted himself inside Terzo, letting his eyes flutter closed at the surge of arousal this stirred in his ghoul. Omega directed his thoughts at him, conveying one word that nearly sent Terzo over the edge.

“ Mine.”

Omega projected some of his recurring fantasies into Terzo’s head: Terzo, lounging bare in their bed, heavy with their child as he beckons Omega forward. Lazily fucking up into Terzo while he sits in his lap with his back to Omega’s chest, his hands exploring Terzo’s swollen belly. Pounding into Terzo with his face buried in the sheets, his ass in the air to take some of the weight of his rounded middle off of his back. 

Terzo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the onslaught of images, his thighs clamping down harder around Omega’s ears. All he could do was think back the word “ Please ,” trying to convey how badly he wanted all of those things. Omega decided now would be the perfect time to reach up and begin stroking Terzo again, working him hard and fast while his tongue continued its assault. Omega was chasing Terzo’s pleasure more than his own, determined to break him. Soon Terzo’s chest was heaving, leaving him fighting for air.  

“Wait–” Terzo stopped him, struggling to get the words out. Omega let his hand fall away but his tongue continued. “Your cock– I need your cock inside me… Oh fuck, Omega, please fuck me–!” Terzo knew that his begging was music to Omega’s ears. He groaned as he felt the bolt of lust that shot through Omega at his words. Omega disentangled himself from Terzo’s legs, quickly rising to his feet and hurrying to their bedroom. Terzo hated to see him go, but didn’t mind the view. Omega returned within seconds with a black bottle in hand, sloppily preparing himself and getting into position. 

Omega slammed balls deep into Terzo in an instant, not giving him any time to adjust before he set a brutal rhythm. Terzo let out a moan so loud that it was nearly a yell in response to being so full, so thoroughly fucked, so suddenly. He clung onto Omega’s shoulders, fingernails digging in and dragging down Omega’s back as though he were trying to leave marks of his own. Through Omega’s quintessence, Terzo felt his own tight warmth and pressure the way that Omega did, felt the maddening desire coursing through Omega’s veins. 

“Your hole belongs to me… You… Your body, your soul … belongs to me,” Omega spat through gritted teeth, sliding his hands under Terzo’s ass and digging his claws into his cheeks. Omega’s teeth sank into Terzo’s unmarred shoulder, hard enough to draw blood again, laying further claim to him. Terzo shivered as he felt Omega’s bottomless, insatiable appetite for his lover. Omega only released him when he could feel Terzo drawing close.

“Delicious,” Omega whispered in Terzo’s ear. Terzo began to tighten around Omega, unable to fight off his release any longer. He came hard on his own stomach, dragging Omega over the edge with him through their bond. Omega’s seed spilled into Terzo, leaking out of him, Omega doing his best to fuck it in deeper. Terzo collapsed into Omega’s arms, Omega chuckling and stroking his raven hair.

When Omega reluctantly pulled out, Terzo tried to stand on shaky legs and nearly fell. Omega caught him just in time. He was gingerly picked up and carried bridal style to their bed. After carefully setting Terzo down on his usual side of the bed, Omega got a towel and cleaned both of them up. Omega made sure their phones were plugged in and settled down bedside Terzo, laying his head on Terzo’s bare chest. Terzo felt a wave of warmth and love and a possessive protectiveness for his husband wash over him. His fingers carded through Omega’s hair as they basked in the afterglow together, soaking up the feel-good hormones. 

Omega’s hand came to rest on Terzo’s stomach, like it often did these days. There was little wonder why; there was nothing in this world that either of them wanted more than to have a family together. A previously locked door they had spent decades crying in front of was now open to them, and they were racing hand in hand to see what was on the other side. Terzo pulled Omega close to his body, placing an affectionate kiss to the top of his head while his free hand rubbed up and down Omega’s back.

“What are we gonna name them, tesoro?” Omega said dreamily, almost sleepily. Terzo couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. They’d had this conversation many times over the previous months. Terzo had never once wavered in his stance, no matter how much he had been tempted to.

“You know we cannot talk about that until we are sure, mio caro,” Terzo warned him, but his tone was light. He was so close to giving in, he wanted to so badly; he just couldn't bear that much extra heartache, should their attempts fail. Omega made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine as he huffed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just get so excited… I can’t wait to meet them. I can’t wait to have a kit with you.” Omega sighed. Terzo’s heart ached, years of deep sorrow only barely masked by their newfound hope. Terzo knew Omega must be picking up on the pangs of sadness shooting through him and didn’t want it to ruin their night, but he couldn’t stop it. Omega pressed a lingering kiss to Terzo’s bare skin, projecting feelings of calm reassurance onto him. It helped, at least a little. 

“I love you so much, Terzo, you are everything to me. The only thing in any realm that matters.”

One kiss turned into two, then three, and then Omega’s mouth was roaming across the expanse of Terzo’s chest, taking his time. Omega’s breath grew heavy and hot against Terzo’s skin. When Omega’s tongue came out to give Terzo’s nipple a long lick, Terzo inhaled sharply, his body jolting. Omega kissed the overly-sensitive flesh at first, then began sucking and nipping, his tongue flicking and swirling around it. Terzo felt himself throb almost painfully as his tired body struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations. 

Omega sat up to reach the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while Terzo twitched and writhed. His hand found Terzo’s cock, lightly running his clawed fingers up and down his shaft. Terzo jumped.

“Ah–! A-amore, I do not think I can do it again… not tonight. I am drained. I have nothing left in me to give…” Terzo reluctantly admitted. Omega pressed himself against Terzo’s leg, already half hard.

“Mm, but I still have plenty to give you.” Omega still sounded impossibly turned on. He kissed his way up Terzo’s neck until he came to rest at his earlobe, biting. “Do you want it? I’ll give it all to you if that’s what you want. You have all of me, always.” Terzo took a long moment to think about it.

“Sì. Give me everything you have left. I want all of you…” Terzo was aching with need, unable to fight the fire raging within him. He reached over to grasp Omega’s cock, pumping him in slow strokes. Omega’s mouth latched back onto Terzo’s nipple, working him harder this time. Terzo squeaked. He released Omega to cup and stroke his balls, earning a low groan. Omega released him with a soft sound.

“Roll over for me, mio amato,” Omega murmured. Terzo knew what he wanted, moving to face away from his husband. Omega spooned up next to him, grinding against Terzo’s ass. Terzo reached to grab the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table and passed it to him, and Omega rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. Terzo hummed happily. 

Preparing himself quickly, Omega grabbed Terzo’s leg, slinging it over his own for easier access. Terzo sobbed as Omega slowly slipped inside, overstimulated but desperately craving more. After letting out a shuddering sigh of relief, Omega gave Terzo a moment before he began to move. He was gentle, moving in long, smooth thrusts. An arm snaked its way around Terzo, pulling his hips closer to his body, wanting to go deeper. His hand began to play with Terzo’s cock, but Terzo whimpered pitifully.

“I’m sorry, mia ombra, that is too much. I can't handle it,” Terzo said, his voice thick with remorse. Omega nuzzled against the back of Terzo’s neck as he let him go.

“Don’t apologize, mio amato, it’s ok,” he cooed, kissing the bite he’d left on Terzo’s shoulder. He moved his hand to Terzo’s lower belly, feeling the impact of his own cock. Terzo shivered, want mounting but knowing he’d be unable to finish; he was simply too sensitive. He shed a tear in frustration, deciding to close his eyes and instead revel in how good he already felt.

Omega’s hands began to map out Terzo’s body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. When he once again got to Terzo’s nipples, he began to play with them, circling and tweaking. Terzo made a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan, pushing back into Omega. He’d meant it when he said he wanted all of his partner, every inch. Soon Omega’s thrusts grew faster, more frantic, panting in Terzo’s ear. Terzo started to pant along with him at being ridden so hard. When Omega came in Terzo one final time, snarling almost painfully as his claws dug hard into Terzo’s hip, Terzo didn’t cum in return. He was too worn out, and he was ok with that. He was simply happy to have satisfied his husband, to have been filled up with his seed again.

They lay there entwined together as they caught their breath, Omega still buried in Terzo’s ass, whispering praise and sweet nothings to him. Terzo had nearly fallen asleep when Omega finally decided to withdraw. Rolling over and stumbling to his feet, Omega retrieved the towel and again cleaned them up. Terzo selfishly missed his warmth, but he knew they’d be uncomfortable in the morning if he didn’t. When Omega crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around him, Terzo turned in his hold, nuzzling his face into Omega’s soft white chest hair. They pressed their bodies together tightly, both wanting to be as close as possible.

“Omega?” Terzo asked quietly.

“Yeah?” Omega’s voice was soft in answer. His claws drew unseen patterns on Terzo’s back that almost tickled.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” There was sadness in Terzo’s voice that he couldn’t hide. Omega squeezed him tighter.

“Yes, mia luce. Yes. I know it will, I feel it in my heart. We are destined to have a family. We have fought so hard to get here, defied so many impossible odds. Our fates are intertwined. You are my miracle, and we will get another.” Omega’s tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. Terzo teared up, nodding as Omega’s words sank in. He felt safe and warm, full of love for the ghoul holding him. Full of love for their potential family, a love that he was still learning not to be afraid of.

He drifted off in Omega’s embrace to blissful dreams of a coveted future, flooded with images of a beautiful little girl who looked just like his husband. He hoped to meet her someday.

[lavendermin]

PLEASE MORE TIPSY JING YUAN THOUGHTS IM STARTING

please please consider Jing Yuan not being one to get tipsy at all. But it’s more of a rare occasion indulgence he’s steadily leaned into. Just one of the benefits of a large estate to share with you.

A bottle of wine or two to share as you talk about everything and nothing at all. One glass in and he’s feeling lighter, shoulders relaxing from the stresses of the week as you shower him in affections surely missed due to his busy schedule.

By the third glass there’s a fuzzy feeling and you both already started getting handsy halfway through the second glass.

cw | nsfw, suggestive, alcohol, biting, pain kink if you squint

Jing Yuan is still mostly clothed albeit a little disheveled where your roaming hands have tugged at his shirt and wandered underneath to feel his bare skin. You’re in a less proper state with an oversized shirt of his thrown on and lacy lingerie underneath—just how he wants you on a lazy evening indoors.

You’re both all giggles as his wine-stained lips can hardly keep away from any patch of your bare skin for more than ten seconds. He’s pressing wet kisses to the heated skin, tongue licking a stripe before his teeth are sinking into a soft spot. It pulls a small yelp from you, a breathy moan, but he won’t stop. If anything it fuels him to continue—in a wine-induced trance.

And you can feel him grin against your skin with each squirm as he leaves a trail of hickeys and marks along your delicate skin. It’s as if his battle-scarred hands, rough and calloused, are enamored by the softness your body retains. Lovely and soft—with ample curves for him to poke and prod.

And bite.

And it’s that third glass that has him letting loose—biting down particularly hard on the soft flesh of your thigh. In your own daze you bite back a moan, mind dizzy at the tantalizing touches contrasting the discomfort of the bite. Your eyes trail down to see the little crescent shapes of his teeth marking your thigh. No blood, only promises that he’s on a path to tear you down later.

His teeth sink into more unmarred flesh. And again. And again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the discomfort confusing itself for pleasure. Perhaps he’s conditioning you to develop a pain kink. And, perhaps, you’d let him.

Lightly, you push his face away as he’s at your neck leaving new marks to bloom.

“How about I go get us more wine?”

And something… shifts as soon as your suggestion reaches him and your body moves away from him. His arms are tighter around your middle, golden eyes darker—almost a deep amber.

And his carefree smile is gone.

“You aren’t leaving. Stay.” His voice is low, steady. Commanding. It sends a shiver down your spine and electricity up every nerve ending.

It’s a feeling akin to a deer’s neck in the mouth of the lion. And for some reason (the alcohol and the very obvious sexual tension between you both right now), you love it.

Tipsy Jing Yuan is dangerously clingy in this state. Needs your skin on his as much as possible, wants to devour you whole. Longs to see you in discomfort in an achingly slow build-up, tears brimming your eyes from frustration only to be followed up with the most heart-wrenching affections. Lips on yours with the taste of wine and a quickening heartbeat beating harsh in your throat.

[p1nkcanoe]

swiss is obsessed with biting. he loves to sink his teeth in hard, right before the point of breaking skin, just so that he can come back in a few days to count how many of his teeth he managed to imprint on his packmates' skin when they ultimately bruise. pretty shades of purple, red, and green; it's a claim. a trophy for the smiley ghoul.

[iceman-soup]

gn!reader x cap. mactavish

thinking about biting captain mactavish as if i'm a fuckin cat

Biting him as I kiss his neck and his collarbones, nibbling the skin of his throat, my hands in his hair and on his face and tugging his shirt over his head.

Kissing down his torso and biting his chest, nuzzling my nose against it affectionately then nipping at it just enough for him to gasp out in anticipation.

Resting my head on his inner thigh and looking up at him adoringly, breathing soft as he absentmindedly runs a hand through my hair, sitting up properly so I can see the bite marks I've left on him.

Pressing my lips to his stomach, closing my eyes and the corners of my mouth twitching upwards when I gently dig my teeth into his flesh again, his grip on my hair tightening as he sucks in a breath.

My hand undoing his belt with practiced swiftness, and he lifts himself up to let me take off his trousers, his hard on clearly visible in his boxers as I bite the soft skin of his thighs.