#cw.biting

[petrichorium]

There are moments, you’ve come to realize, when Kaku seems to drop some kind of mask around you.

It’s a subtle thing—an animal’s glint in his eye, that boy-next-door grin going sharp, his hold a little more clawed. Nothing dangerous, you think, but enough to give you a thrill that has you hungering for more, and you can only hope your hunger matches his own.

Times like these reassure you that it does. It must, when he has you by the wrist in some thin alleyway; when his thumb presses against the thin skin over your pulsepoint, and you can feel how his fingers twitch to grab you firmer, though you can’t see his face with how his head is angled.

He shifts his hold on your wrist, callused digits curling around it, and with a sturdy tug you’re stumbling in even closer with wide eyes.

“Your pulse is racing,” he says, all too chipper for how flushed you feel. Finally he lifts his head, and you can meet his eye from beneath the brim of his cap—despite his tone, his pupils are blown wide with something heavy, deep and dark as they regard you. “Do I make you that nervous?”

You shake your head; and it’s not a lie, not really. Nervous isn’t quite what you feel as he draws closer, but your heart pounds all the more rapidly within your chest nonetheless, each beat coursing through your veins to throb against the firm pad of his thumb.

Kaku dips his head. Your breath hitches.

His lips are soft. They brush butterfly-light against your jugular, hovering there just close enough for you to feel his breath fan across your neck. They draw a sharp inhale through your teeth as you stiffen—as his free hand finds the small of your back and the tips of his fingers press against your spine, making you arch into his sturdy form. Now he laughs, a breathy chuckle against you, pressing something heavier to your fluttering pulsepoint.

“Getting faster,” he murmurs. "I wonder..."

Before the word has even finished you feel his lips part. His tongue is warm and wet, slow as it drags up the line of your carotid—it takes a moment to register, but when it does you lurch back with a squeak, only drawing out more boyish laughter as Kaku follows you with fervent speed. Your back slams into the wall behind you, cushioned by his sprawled hand still resting at your lumbar, and his tongue finds your neck again.

On instinct your head falls back, baring yourself to him, and he takes great advantage of the opportunity. It draws a whimpering sound from your lips when his tongue flutters against you, which he responds to with a light hum—and then, with no warning, he sinks his canines there.

Perhaps, you think as your knees buckle and he catches you smoothly, his hunger far exceeds your own.

[spitdrunken]

notes: implied stellaron hunter polycule (blade x reader - implied blade x kafka, implied kafka x reader), consent turned to non-consent, biting, drawing blood, blade's mara

sex taps into blade's more unrestrained instincts and, because of it, it is not always surprising that it stirs his mara as well. you're not the first to have experienced it. your other partners have, as well, and told of you the warning signs.

if blade starts to mutter under his breath, if his pace starts turning to uneven (and he doesn't seem to be close to cumming), if his eyes start darting around the room, if he starts hurting you bad, it's time to call it quits and call for kafka. not all of you have infinite regeneration to depend on.

so when blade starts to and keeps turning his head from left to right, though his hips never stop, and doesn't respond to anything you're trying to say in between gasps, you are tempted to call out. when he leans down to your neck and bites, bites hard enough to draw a strangled, barely-suppressed scream from your throat and has rivers of blood streaming down towards your collarbone, enough is enough. as much as you care for blade-- hell no.

extending one arm on the mattress, you furiously search for and pat for a string with a button on it. not unlike the kind of devices used by people dealing with potentially violent inmates, or elderly folks alone in their home, afraid of a fall. (you'd laughed when kafka had first presented you with, shook your head when she told you she would be in reach, should you ever need it. in turn, she had smiled and told her you would be glad for it, eventually. you know you are glad for the suggestion that blade store his sword across the room at all times, during sex.) you press it with all your might, hammering the button.

blade pulls away, lips slick with your blood, specks of gold lighting his eyes. he leans down, and your eyelids flutter shut in expectation of a kiss, but he only licks at your mouth instead. your heart is pounding. you dare not make any sudden movements. like an animal on the prowl, you are certain any attempt to escape would only agitate him more. ...though you suppose the closest comparison to blade would be an animal with rabies. his thrusts inside of you have turned sloppy, uneven. you are thinking of anything except your own pleasure.

"blade, please- haaa, look at me. it's me. yes?" when the full force of his piercing gaze clashes with your eyes, you wished you had not called his full attention to you after all. it's heavy.

"you..." he mumbles, blinking rapidly. his hands snake their way up your sides, towards your neck. you tremble. you know how to defend yourself, you're not here without reason. but if there is a way to de-escalate this situation without hurting either of you more than necessary, you will take it with both hands.

blade's still fucking into you, drool peeking past the corner of his mouth, when kafka opens the door.

"listen: bladie, slow down." she starts, and continues from there, slowly adding command upon command.

you can see the spirit whisper taking effect, at kafka's pulling and tugging at blade's mind, tying the frayed edges of his sanity back together as she coaxes him back to coherency. you try not to think about the fact that his cock is still inside you, throbbing. ...it's kind of humiliating, really.

kafka smiles when she makes her way to your side, wiping away some of the blood with the tips of her gloved fingers. "that sure is a nasty wound. ...you must have gotten poor bladie really excited." the man in question sits on the mattress, cock now flaccid. he rubs at his skull, still dazed and out of it.

"he'll be fine," kafka tells you, her blood-slick fingers grazing down your body. "but he left you a little high and dry, didn't he? well... you'll let me take care of that, won't you?"

[gummie-s]

the feminine urge to bite tamakis neck until it leaves a mark... over and over and over.... until he whined at you to stop and he pacified you n let you bite and suck at his wrists, up his arms where the muscles fluttered and at his fingers, chewing on him and rubbing your thighs together so happy that you got to have him in your mouth and gnaw, your jaw aching to squeeze tightly shut. he's just so cute, you can't help but want to eat him up!! and his skin looks so pretty all bruised with the shapes indented in the skin... my little chew toy :(

[petrichorium]

very important question for my dear pluvi,

which of your faves like to bite vs who loves being bitten? 🎤 and if they do the biting, where do they like to bite you the most? >.> heheh

Omg,,,,,, i tried to sort them but nah it doesn’t work like that lmfaoooo i have a few who refuse to bite me and a few who r more bitey but they all like being bitten i fear. Kuroo is perhaps the one im Least Bitey with tho, i think its mostly love nips between us. Ik u didn’t ask but I tend to go for arms and hands LMFAOOOOOO and necks ofc. I get hella cuteness aggression and end up Biting I fear. Also have been known to bite the base of ring fingers Very Hard pre-marriage to give them a little wedding ring shadow but we don’t have to talk abt that 🫣

Capitano and Tomura r the ones who refuse to bite me bc they both r dead terrified of hurting me i fear, but i think the instinct is there. Esp w Capitano (bc until i am proven otherwise he is a dragon hybrid to me) it’s an active effort to not claim me but i think if he ever drew blood from me he would lock himself in a room for weeks and refuse to let himself anywhere near me so. The biting urge must be suppressed even if i do tell him it’s okay 😭😭😭

Shanks and Gagamaru r def equal opportunity biter/bitees (tho leaning a bit toward preferring I bite them). And theres a double standard wrt intensity w them JFNCKSNF like they r both very gentle w me but want me to just go at them pfft i think Gagamaru is a bit of a stomach biter….. little nips at my navel or love handles. Shanks goes for my legs and Will try to get marks as low as possible and then pout when I wear a longer skirt the following day. These two r def known to goad me into biting them I think, w gagamaru often giving up on any subtlety and just unabashedly begging for it and shanks playing stupid ass mind games which I sometimes play into or sometimes just tell him to ask properly…… and we cannot forget shanks’ favorite joke he loves sauntering into the galley in the morning and loudly saying “wow plu might bite off my other arm!” (Or similar) w marks very visible beneath is way too unbuttoned shirt I hate him so much he should die

And then Jing Yuan and Leona r the ones who give as good as they take 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Leona’s a bit more variable—I hc him as having a cycle and being largely uninterested in sex outside of his rut (tho when I initiate he doesn’t tend to deny me) so it’s kinda. Nothing and then So Much All At Once I’ll disappear for a week and come out of our suite looking like a chew toy 🫠 v much a boobs man tho so even outside of his rut he’s known to chomp a tiddy and earn himself a swat over the head…….. as for jing yuan I fear he’s a menace of the highest caliber. Like I’m pretty sure he bit me during our first kiss he is Not playing around. Definitely the bitiest of all my men, and definitely the only one that is truly comparable to me pfft sometimes gets a bit competitive abt it even and will literally give exactly what he gets. He’ll bite anywhere he can manage for sure but honestly I think I Always have a mark or two on my neck that I’m always trying to cover up w my shirt collar or makeup…….. was even more prone to toeing the line when we were in our nebulous “fucking and seeing each other but not exactly official” phase bc my flightiness and borderline commitment issues were driving him up the wall. Sometimes even after we’re married he’ll remember and bite down a bit harder 😭😭😭 unhinged behavior. I wonder if he does it just to make me pull his hair harder……..