#the bite mark

[the-bat-bros]

Going to start posting daily Jason Todd by Nick Robles BECAUSE I CAN

Art by: Nick Robles

Man knows what is UP

And it’s not just my libido after seeing this picture

[unholyhymns]

still one of my favorite bits i ever got to commit was pretending not to know who jesus is when a street preacher was evangelizing to me. he was like "do you know who jesus is?" and i had so much time before my next bus and i wanted to know what would happen so i said no. and you know what. he had clearly never been told no to that question before because if i hadn't actually known who jesus was, his baffled and fumbling attempt sure wouldn't have told me. literally reversed the roles. now you get to stand here feeling very uncomfortable and wishing you could be somewhere else because guess what buddy, this is my bus stop, im early (and can catch like five other buses from this exact stop), and im now thoroughly invested in hearing about this mysterious jesus figure. you're locked in here with me. im eating the key as we speak. i will kill us both before i let you out of here.

very highly recommend this bit if you can pull it off and if you have time to kill

[chloesimaginationthings]

This will be Markiplier’s cameo in the FNAF 2 movie

[verawhisk]

pet me, damn it!

[vices-of-a-feral-prince]

I reaaaally like the scratch marks. (´▽｀*)

[sukunasteeth]

Marks

Sukuna doesn't understand the hold you have on him.

He's never particularly been a people person. In fact, people annoyed him. This has held true ever since he was a child with his twin brother, Yuji. That is, until Yuji brought you home one fateful day in middle school, claiming to have met a new friend. 

You, with your sweet little smile, and your boundlessly generous heart. You with your giggle that chimes through his darkened soul like a golden bell. With the innocent rosy lips that he'd dreamed of having his first kiss with until high school, when it finally came to fruition. You had been irrevocably his ever since then, and it had been almost seven years.

So why does it still feel like you're the one with all the power here?

Why does it feel like you could create a monster out of him if you truly wanted to? Why does it feel like he's constantly at your beck and call? Why are you the one person on this green earth that reduces him to the feeling of an emotion as pathetic as helplessness?

"'Kuna...hurts..."

He'll admit, he takes it out on you.

Like now, when you're lying naked beneath him (his favorite spot to have you in) and begging him to take it easy on you. He's got you covered in sweat, exerting you to your ultimate limit. He loved to see you train until failure, after all. Adored the way your legs quivered when he relentlessly made you keep riding him, despite your exhaustion. Cooed at the way you begged him to be gentle, even though he knows you prefer it rough. You were quick to submit when he had you behind closed doors, despite how independent you appeared outside of them. Sukuna knew you better. Knew how much you loved following his direction. Receiving his praise.

You were lucky you were such a good girl.

Sukuna was torturing you now already, and you hadn't even disobeyed him. He can't imagine what he would do if you were unruly. Actually, he can. And the thought has him salivating even more as he sucks relentlessly at the nape of your neck. You're covered in marks from his teeth or the raw scrape of his tongue. Your throat has been tormented by his worship to the extent that he's even broken skin in the spots where he can feel your pulse beneath his lips.

Even Sukuna has to admit that you didn't deserve this abuse. You hadn't done a thing out of line, besides selfishly tearing the heart out of his chest for good. It was yours now.

The thought makes him growl against you.

God, you weren't even trying.

Your victory over him was so effortless.

It pissed him off.

He doesn't realize that he's bitten you particularly hard until you're suddenly recoiling away, burrowing yourself into his pillows with a small yelp. Your hand has sprung up to press your palm over Sukuna's mouth in some weak attempt at getting him to stop. Your other hand holds your throat as you purse your lips at him, which have also seen a good amount of Sukuna's biting that day.

You looked good in his teeth marks, what can he say?

"Are you mad or something?" You're blinking up at him like a confused little deer. Sukuna can't help that it makes him hungry. You were a perfect prey to him and he would be chasing you to the end of this lifetime. He could tell solely in the way that your stupid little nickname for him makes his heartstrings snap.

He takes a frustrated breath through his nose over your hand, nipping at your fingers over his mouth like a muzzled dog. Before you can pull them away, he's grasping your wrist tightly, his unforgiving grip a warning in itself. Easily, he pins it to the side of your head, rendering you halfway useless.

"Don't interrupt." He murmurs, his gaze burning into yours.

A helpless sob escapes you, but otherwise you stop trying to squirm away from him. You allow the onslaught to continue without a peep, bracing yourself each and every time a new hickey is being bruised into your skin. He doesn't offer you any words in terms of praise, but his grip on your wrist eventually loosens a bit. He never fully lets you go, though.

While he appreciates your cooperation, you eventually go almost too quiet and Sukuna thinks for a moment that maybe he's pushed you too far. He pulls away from your neck to look at you, finding your pink little face screwed up in an intense mixture of pleasure and agony. He feels a content smile spread across his face but it's cut short when his eyes hone in on your lips, which you're currently biting hard enough to draw blood from.

His free hand reaches up and grasps your chin, pressing his thumb below your bottom lip and forcing you to relinquish it. You blink slowly, your logical brain having exhausted itself up until this point. You easily let him pry your teeth apart, panting in his grasp. 

"Mouth. Open." He commands.

You squirm in your overwhelming frustration, whining. "It hurts, 'Kuna!"

Sukuna hums in a mock sympathy, watching you suffer with a satisfied grin. You would have these marks for weeks. There were so many now, some more intense than others, and he wasn't even close to being done with you.

"You're being cruel." You accuse, watching your own hardship twinkle back at you in the reflection of his eyes. Your pout is purple and bruised from your attempts to keep quiet. Sukuna leans in closer and presses the sweetest kiss to your lips, as soft as the brush of a feather.

What was cruel was the fact that you had broken down everything Sukuna had ever known about himself. His strength was putty at your feet. His hatred for the world was a joke in your presence. His pride, a mere memory at the touch of your fingertips against his soul.

"You think this is cruel?" He whispers, mocking you. His voice is the taunt of a devilish trickster. "I think I've been going too easy on you. Allow me to rectify that."

There really is no curse more cruel than love.

[paltry-offerings]

"Hmph. Take a hint, doctor."

[devircy]

DIO YOU HAVE OUT DONE YOURSELF, look at what beautiful ART YOU CREATED AND THE DETAILSSsss THE BITE MARK, THE WAY HE GRIPS HIS SHIRT@@@KSFJDOSJDF {OIJSD{F  AND AND THE DETAILS YOU ADDED TO THE NECKLACE AND THE EARrINGS AND AHHHHHHHHH THE HIGH COLLAR. HIS nails. PLEASE PLEase know i am screaming over this.  THe way you color and add details im losing my damn mind.  Also you know how damn much I love the way you make Kids hair look like FIRE HOLYSHIT. CHapter 10 never looked so fucking good.

Me obsessing over this:

Instead of the self-confident doctor, the sight that found her was one she least expected. There was Dr. Trafalgar except he looked peaceful, even the dark circles that had become part of his staple look, seemed to be at peace. In an even steady beat, his chest rose and fell taking him further into the land of dreams. His typical guard was gone, even after all these years, no one she had ever seen had gotten this close before. Years had gone by and she could swear that she had never seen him let anyone in. She could tell that he liked his interns, he had chosen them after all but it was nothing more than a job to him. Teaching them and growing them into amazing surgeons, was all he desired.

The puzzling thing was why it was for him. Many words could be chosen to describe Eustass but trustworthy, was not one of the ones she would have chosen. Yet Law’s cold exterior always attempted to hide the way his golden eyes would light up every time she mentioned his name. It was like flipping on a switch, life flowed into his steps. For some reason, she could never comprehend why it was him, what made him different from every other human that surrounded him. How was he the medication, the treatment Law needed?

Nestled into Eustass’s arms the latter remained undisturbed, unbothered by the world. There was almost a delicateness about the way the larger man was holding him. A passive tenderness filled what Conis assumed to be a makeshift bridal carry. It was almost amusing to think how Law would react to this if he wasn’t unconscious.

a tired doctor from a scene of @devircy fanfic <3

[xxlunarloverxx]

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

honest to god the hottest fucking thing

[inkly-heart]

[cottonfiend]

A bunch of studies of his face because I am obsessed

[chuunibyu]

Dirty bynum ref i see

dibromoethane | ink, marker, gel pen, stickers

another piece from twitter that i like a lot, this little collage i did as a love letter for my dib 🩵 i need to stickerbomb my stuff more often than i do anymore

[umblrspectrum]

i got lazy in the second panel and didnt feel like coloring or whatever bite me

[xochimillilili]

I need to use a cute boy's thighs and tummy as a chew toy so fucking bad, I wanna hear their soft whines and moans as I bite a heart shape on their skin !!!

[academic-vampire]

𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔯… 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢? 🍷

[simonbrain]

reader who has an intense urge to sink their teeth into something x simon who's broad all over and eagerly presents himself as a blank (not really) canvas for his love