#the biter anon

[askoverlordvox]

*You hear the biter’s voice in your head*

Nah, Imma do my own thing. I really don’t care if you threaten me because there’s very little you could do to me at this point.

I’ve already amassed the powers of several overlords, including a version of you. I’m a telepath now thanks to this one guy on the street.

Also… guess who’s immune to mind control??!!~

THIS GUY!!!

-The Biter

I am gonna be so glad when you get enough power to eclipse Lucifer.

[helluvahotelfan]

I’m aware that he’s better than other versions of himself, however he’s still significantly shady and corrupt. There’s no doubt about it.

Anyways, this is too much thinking for one day. I’m gonna go see about biting that weapons dealer. What was her name? Camaro Carfight?

Bye!

-The Biter

Fuck!

@askoverlordcarmilla watch yourself!

[zayne1]

Okee :3

*Lets go and scampers up a wall and onto the ceiling, twisting my head 180 degrees back to look down at you before crawling into a vent*

Hehehehehehehe…

-The Biter

*terror. absolute terror crosses her face*

What…. The…. Fuck….

Okay Zayne… this is fine everything is gonna be fiiiinnneeee…. It's not gonna be fine… Fick mich….

LUCIFER WE MIGHT WANNA PUT NIFTY IN THE VENTS!

@lucithekingofhell

[zestialmorde]

Just for the record, the person who said your ass was biteable wasn’t me.

I do agree with them however!

-The Biter

"I shall teleport thee away as well, do not test me"

[spookypumpkinbun]

*Sneaking up behind you*

-The Biter

The only thing here is a bunny slipper.

[ask-valentino-anything]

*Aggressively bites you*

-The Biter

AH! No, bad anon *swats with a newspaper* We must hire trainers for these rabid anons, I swear. I could make the biting thing work....do you want a job~?

[the-bitey-anon]

i bite people lmao

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heya it's me, ya boi the biter anon AKA Bitey. tumblr can't kill us. we're immortal. anyway intro post

-He/they

-Basic DNI, proshit, comshit, fuck off.

That's it really

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[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[frownyalfred]

was scrolling through your blog (as you do) and came across Bruce and Talia's insane co-parenting adventures (as you do) and.

Jason and Damian getting into fights over which parent gave them what trait.

Jason is absolutely insistent that the biting came from Talia, Damian thinks his mother would never, and besides, they all saw Father bite the Riddler last time he got loose. eventually Bruce and Talia are called in actually resolve the situation. Which they do handily, by getting into a fight, in which much biting from both sides ensues.

they're perfect for each other in that neither one of them has ever been normal in their entire lives.

So much this. I like to think they broke up (but are amiable) not because of anything negative, but because they were just too similar.

They both suffer from “I would never bite someone / well maybe in bed 😏 / okay actually I would but only as a last resort / that one didn’t count, it barely broke skin” syndrome. And they both think somehow they’re NORMAL.

(tiny hc, they broke up because the sexual tension/chemistry was insane. Like almost mauling the other person in bed kind of insane. They broke up for the benefit of everyone’s ears and maybe for the sake of the League’s furniture budget)

[askoverlordvox]

Oh I guess Chad is a verb now.

*Sarcastically* Very grammar.

Just messin’ with you though.

Anyways, you kind of wasted some potential there. Chad had some good potential power and you decided to crush his soul. I mean, yeah, he deserved it, but you decided to go the emotional route and go use his body to make a useless fuckass clone of me.

-The Biter (is back)

Have you never heard Zestial speak? Language changes all the damn time. When I was alive, texting wasn't a verb! As long as it gets the point across, it's served the purpose of communicating an idea.

As for what you think I did...

Souls are resilient things. They aren't physical; it's not like cutting off your arm and leaving behind a stump. Sera's little trick with Shamira and Ass proved two souls- or soul-like entities, anyway- can inhabit one body and exert individual control. That poses a question: can one soul be split across multiple bodies? And since a Sinner's physical form can regenerate so long as angelic steel doesn't cause the wound, just how far can I push that?

I won't pretend I didn't let my emotions get the better of me. Wrath is a powerful Sin. But if you think I didn't realize the opportunity presented to me, you'd be mistaken. Jeffie is a guard shark with a familiar grin, yes, but he isn't the only product in the line.

Pray to the deaf Heaven above you never have to face the others.

[helluvahotelfan]

Cross her arms in front of her chest and raises an eyebrow. “I’m skeptical…”

So uh… plans are cancelled indefinitely.

Turns out… *hurk* I get really sick when I try to absorb too many powers at once.

*Gags before throwing up again, returning vitality and powers to almost everyone*

-The Biter

(Tagging them so they know: @zayne1 @askoverlordvox @helluvahotelfan)

//Zoe: oh! Well I'm glad about that, but are you alright? How much power have you absorbed!?

[helluvahotelfan]

No I just hacked into Voxtec’s system. I like to keep an eye on people sometimes :3

-The Biter

…

Mr. Vox! We have a security breach in the system!

@askoverlordvox

[zestialmorde]

Okay, well it was worth a shot! Just letting you know that I’ve already gotten away with biting The Radio Demon and The King of Hell himself, so it shouldn’t be hard at all to bite you either.

But for now I’ll leave and get around to biting you another time! Good day!

"Good... day?" Zestial is still completely confused

[gingerjolover]

PHOEBE IS A BITER… you’re so right G

Like I’m just saying she’s not leaving until you’re covered in hickeys and bite marks bc what better way for you to remember who made you feel good that night 🤭 and then she can spend days tracing the bruises and kissing over them (bonus points when she wears dark lipstick and marks you up x2 😌)

bestie...BESTIE....STOP IT RN

some rpf smut under da cut

i think she also LIVES for a secret bite mark, like she literally is sucking hickeys in your thighs, chest, or lower abdomen or leaving a literal bite mark on your ass cheek, and she loves it because she knows it's there

the thought of her tracing them.....stop because it would literally be wholesome. like the actual making of the marking was nasty as hell, like was literally sucking the deepest hickey into your shoulder while she's three fingers and knuckle deep inside of you but then the next morning while you're still asleep she's tracing it so lovingly and leaving sweet little pecks on your skin

y'all might be getting some halloween smut from me (who knows) where black lipstick is a topic of convo but I literally think ANYTHING on her lips she is absolutely smacking the wettest kiss to your cheeks or neck or forehead. I love to imagine she has a photo album on her phone (or google drive - maybe that's more lucy coded) where it's just pictures of you either a. fucked out with lipstick ALL over you or b. just the sweetest, softest photos of you with lipstick stains or glossy lip prints on your face or neck

she is literally a black cat, she bites you as a way to show affectrion and i also think that most of your photos as a couple (i have this theory that munagenius has a groupchat where they send photodumps - we can discuss later) are of her literally biting your cheek or ear or shoulder. like you'll be smiling normally and phoebe is literally just biting the meat of your cheek and her nose is scrunched up. i know this isn't so much marking but she is a b i t e r ok this is now canon

dom!phoebe definitely loves marking you up but i think sub!phoebe would literally pass away if you were sweet talking her and sucking bruises into her thighs. she would literally be begging for you to put your mouth on her and you'd have to giggle at her and be like "patience pretty girl," and then move up to her hips and suck a hickey on one of her tattoos or leave a mark there. She would 10000% look at it in the mirror the next morning once her sub!brainy is gone and she's determined to cover you in marks.

edit: just re read this, take a shot (or don't) everytime i say "literally" ffs

[bleedingichorhearts]

Hey, I figured I would pop in to say your stories are amazing! Thank you so much for sharing them! I particularly enjoy your one shots! I hope you have a great day!

but if I may pose a question, when the lady wakes up from her ordeal in ‘biter’ how furious will she be. Winter coats are expensive and now there is a big mouth shaped hole in it! Not to mention blood. She will probably be preoccupied with her new wolf ‘neighbour’ hanging around though!

𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊: 𝕷𝖞𝖈𝖚𝖘

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Hello there, lil’ Anon! I shall put two of your questions together, and your interest in my story’s and my oneshots are greatly appreciated. I hope you find a very lucky $20-$50 or a penny at the end of a rainbow for your day today, or through out the years.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan , @sleepyfan-blog.

Starting with your plot ideas, I write/type almost subconsciously, I write/type as I go. Of course, I have some bullet points down in order to not to forget some details that I think are crucial in the story or have the small idea of the plot ready for me when I started it or get back to it, but, originally. I really don’t have the whole story plot down, but I make it as I go. Probably not a good way to do that, but I suppose it’s just how I write? Perhaps I have a secret mental plot that my silly brain won’t let me see?

Anyways, to your expensive winter coat question.

His little wolf would be quite furious with Lycus if she’s wasn’t wondering why this big Viking man was staring down at her like he just caught his ultimate prize and with the fact that he was an Space Marine she wanted to scold out to of all the humane creatures possible on this world.

Though, she swallows as she fiddles with the snow coat still on her body, her fingers still threading through the open tear on it, taking flakes of her own blood off of it. Her head, looking away from Lycus. Unable to make eye contact with seemingly piecing, ice blue eyes.

Oh, but if only Space Marines didn’t pay enough attention to detail, he wouldn’t be able to hunt, bring that animal to a local Blood Angel and bring back the newly crafted coat to his little wolf. A chuff of a gothic apology being purred at his little wolf. (that she doesn’t understand, but by the tone of his rumbling words, it seems like an apology.)

Also, she will be preoccupied alright. Preoccupied on trying to get the Space Wolf that bit her off her property, but man can that Marine be so stubborn.

He sleeping outside? Eh, no worries he’s sleeping on top of the roof. (Somehow.) Try and mislead him out of the property? Can’t, he has every single rock, every stick pinned down through out the property. Try and juke him out in public? He knows where you live, and your scent. He’s not that worried.

He hums then, every time his little wolf would try and mislead him, a certain smile rising beneath his helmet. He likes these little “games” of yours…

Bastard knows what he’s doing.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: This little… plot? Rough draft? May or may not in the next chapter for his story. So don’t expect this to be the real thing.

[goosita]

since we're talking about biting, where does billy like to bite you?

oh billy’s a thigh man

he loves nipping and biting at your inner thighs, loves hearing the way you squeak and moan for him. he likes the way its so easy for him to mark you up, claim you as his even if he’s the only one who sees the little red bruises that take the shape of his mouth

his other favorite place to bite is your bottom lip when he kisses you. he drags it between his teeth and feels you shiver against him in his arms, sending a wave of heat through his body