#when is it my turn to bite and be bitten 🦷

[seancefemme]

you bite me, i bite you. see who can take it.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

@sasumimo

🎶🦷🐉 (music notes, tooth/teeth, dragon)

Wei Wuxian listened, enraptured, as his beloved husband played his guqin, eyes opened just enough to see the concentration on his beloved's attractive features.

He rested on a comfortable pile of expensive pillows, pleasantly drowsy from the bath he's just shared with said husband, the ornate cave echoing the melody beautifully. Lan Zhan looked so bewitching, in his half dragon form, two jade-like, white horns peeking from his forehead, light-colored, shining scales at the base and around his eyes, like diffuse eye powder. His fingers donned slightly longer nails, only bordering on claws, and, loosely curled next to him, Lan Zhan's tail rested unmoving.

Though he couldn't see it, there was another detail to Lan Zhan's current appearance - a pair of sharp canines. Wei Ying had grown very much acquainted with those, his body bearing the sensuous evidence. He enjoyed the feeling of being bitten into like prey, of being devoured and vulnerable and hurt in the most pleasant of ways.

However, other than the erotic aspect, Wei Ying had curiosities on the dragon folk. He often asked Lan Zhan a lot of questions to quell those curiosities, ranging from whether he changed scales like snakes to whether he could lay eggs. Admittedly, he did ask some of those as a joke or to tease Lan Zhan into bed, but most of his questions were legitimate things he was wondering about.

And presently, sated and satisfied, his mind had begun conjuring a lot of curiosities about Lan Zhan's teeth in particular. By the time the song on the guqin ended, he had a whole list of them.

"Say, Lan Zhan, did you always have your dragon teeth, or did they grow later?"

Lan Zhan sighs quietly, though fondly. "They grew a bit later than my human teeth. I believe I was three years old when they started showing."

"And what was it like?"

"Brother says it was... unpleasant. I would bite into everything."

"Not much change from the present." Wei Ying winked and deliberately let his (otherwise very sheer) robe fall off his shoulder, revealing a fresh set of bites.

"Wei Ying."

He pretends not to see the way Lan Zhan's pupils darken and continues. "Did you have a set of baby dragon teeth first?"

"No, they are permanent from the moment they show."

"Aw, too bad, you would've looked super cute with a dragon tooth gap."

Lan Zhan feels his ears blush.

"So, if you were to make me lay an egg," Lan Zhan rolls his eyes in a 'this again' way that has Wei Ying barely hold in his laugh. "would our baby have dragon teeth too or not?"

"Fangs, Wei Ying, not teeth."

"You didn't answer my question! This is a legitimate scientific concern!"

Lan Zhan leans against his own pile of pillows. "I don't know the answer." Then a smile. "Would you like to test it out?"

Wei Ying's face turns red. "Lan Zhan! Insatiable!"

[fortheloveofwonderland]

For the milestone blurb, if possible:

🔒 Prison AU…post

🎃 Halloween

😈 Dom! Spencer

😇 Innocence Kink

🦷 Biting Kink….the emoji that came up for me is question mark in a box,so..I took a guess

Spencer and Female Reader, post prison.

Spencer gets dragged to Garcia’s annual Halloween party. He’s not having fun until he meets the reader who is dressed in an innocent costume ( angel,librarian,nun…whatever you choose) and he goes feral. Fluffy smut…biting included.( optional to have Spencer dress up as a character who bites or you can leave it as a kink without costume reference). Happy ending!

Thank you!

I LOVED writing this! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

NSFW Minors DNI.

Summary - Spencer is sceptical of going along to Garcia’s Halloween party. After his stint in prison, he isn’t feeling exactly sociable. But when a literal angel graces the party, his love of the holiday is restored.

CW - post prison Spencer, vague mentions of prison arc, cocky Spencer, Dom! Spencer, choking, biting, fingering, handjobs, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex, swearing, general Halloween related stuff, lots of Dracula references (Italics are quotes from Bram Stoker’s Dracula.)

WC - 4.6k

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Once Bitten

Not my gif

If there was one thing that could be said about Spencer Reid it’s that he loves Halloween. 

Love doesn’t even feel like a strong enough word to describe the way he feels as the holiday approaches each year. 

As soon as August gives way to September, Spencer can feel the exhilaration coursing through every single one of his veins. As leaves start to turn from greens to browns and start their descent to earth from the trees, anticipation rumbles through Spencer’s whole body. 

Maybe it was because Halloween was one of the few fond memories from his childhood. With his mothers illness and his fathers abandonment, Spencer took himself trick or treating alone every year. 

But he wasn’t lonely. Far from it. It was probably one of the only times he didn’t feel lonely. 

Having an excuse to dress up, to be a completely different person even if only for one night, appealed to Spencer greatly. For one night only he could just be a normal kid with no sick mother and no abnormally high IQ. 

His love of Halloween stuck with him his whole life. It became a comfort of sorts, one day a year where he could be anyone other than Doctor Spencer Reid. Because sometimes, he wanted to be anyone other than himself. 

On October thirty first he wasn’t a former drug addict. He wasn’t a man who had witnessed the love of his life killed in front of him. He wasn’t the culmination of a lifetime of trauma. 

He was whoever he wanted to be. 

He was released from prison two months before Halloween this year. But his time spent inside was the first thing Spencer didn’t think could be placated by throwing himself into his favourite holiday. 

As early October rolled on with no mention of the holiday from him, his team started to worry. Spencer was known for starting his Halloween talk as early as September and so far he’d yet to bring it up once. 

Garcia’s annual Halloween party rolled around and Spencer had no intention of going this year. He didn’t want to dress up and pretend to be someone else this year, because the trauma he’d sustained in prison wasn’t going to be alleviated by some stupid holiday. 

But Garcia being Garcia didn’t take no for an answer. The whole team were going to be there as well as some of Garcia’s friends and Spencer was categorically not missing out on the fun. 

He’d tried to insist he would only bring everyone down with his presence which made them more concerned about him and more determined to get him to the party. 

Usually he would relish in getting dressed up, spend hours if not days on his costume and take pride in his new persona. 

This year Spencer applied the bear minimum to his Halloween get up. 

He got away with wearing his usual attire, white shirt with a black tie, jacket and slacks and purchased a cheap black cloak he tied around his neck along with donning a set of fangs he clipped to his canines. 

With the final half hearted touch of a little fake blood around his lips, his attempt at Dracula was complete. 

Stepping into Garcia’s apartment it was clear she’d pulled out all the stops. Cobwebs and strings of eyeballs hung from the rafters, bowls in the shapes of pumpkins were filled with candy. 

A large Calderon sat in the kitchen with a hand crafted sign stating “Witches Brew: Drink With Caution” which Luke filled him in was just an extremely alcoholic punch the tech analyst had concocted. 

He filled a plastic skull chalice with a can of soda from the fridge and popped in a couple of eyeball ice cubes. He stuffed a handful of candy in his mouth, finding that chewing was made slightly cumbersome by the fake teeth. 

He sipped his soda, leaning up against the kitchen counter as the festivities continued around him as though he weren’t even there. 

His team members would check in on him every once in a while and he would insist he was fine. 

The truth was, he was far from fine. Even in a room full of people Spencer felt the loneliness wash over him in waves. 

It was easier to be lonely when you were actually alone. It made sense to feel that way when trapped inside his apartment by himself. 

But feeling this isolated in a sea of people seemed pathetic even for Spencer. 

“Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”

He sighed to himself as the Bram Stoker’s Dracula quote flooded his mind. How apt, he rolled his eyes.

He nursed the same soda for almost two hours, ate a few more pieces of candy and was about ready to call it a night. 

And then the apartment door opened. 

He heard the click of the door even over the music pumping through the room. He was trained to notice minute noises like that and his eyes quickly darted to the direction of the sound. 

Everyone else was too intoxicated by this point to have heard the barely audible clicking of the door as another guest arrived. 

Spencer’s entire body tightened involuntarily. His shoulders snapped back, pulling him up to his full height while his chest puffed out, his legs locked at the knees and his hands, one around and his glass and the other in his pocket, curled tightly. 

He felt his eyes widen and his lip turn up at the corner whilst the air felt like it was being squeezed from his lungs. 

He was staring right at an angel, a literal angel. 

An obscenely tight fitting white dress paired with white knee high boots, angel wings and a halo. 

And goddamn if Spencer didn’t feel like he’d died and gone to heaven. 

He noticed then, aside from the obvious, another part of his anatomy had stiffened just from one glance at the ethereal beauty. 

His skin tingled in anticipation and he decided in that one look, I have to have her. 

Spencer had never felt such an animalistic desire for someone before. He’d never felt this heady kind of lust over someone after just laying eyes on them. 

You had an innocence about you, pure and untarnished from the horrors of the world. You didn’t carry the weight of your burdens around on your shoulders. 

You were almost virginal but Spencer knew by the shortness of your dress and the way it hugged your breasts tightly you were anything but. 

You showcased your body for men to lust over, some of whom you may deem worthy of your attention, others you would ignore. 

You knew exactly how to make men fall hook line and sinker for you. 

And Spencer knew, as he watched you sashay confidently into the room, he would not be leaving this party without having first destroyed you. 

He downed his soda as he observed you. Penelope gave you a large hug and the two of you chatted for a few moments before you were directed towards the kitchen. 

Spencer quickly hurried ahead of you towards the kitchen, hoping for an easy way to strike up a conversation with you over the pouring of drinks. 

He grabbed another soda from the fridge and decanted it into his glass. Years ago Spencer might have needed some liquid courage in order to talk to a woman, least of all one as beautiful as you.

But these days Spencer was more comfortable in his own skin than he’d ever been, it was funny the kinds of things prison put into perspective.

He didn’t need to be the most attractive guy at the party, he just needed to show confidence and you would be putty in his hands. He was sure of it. 

You strolled in and again his whole body tightened. You had this strange effect on him, effectively making his body work of its own accord. 

He watched you ladle out some of Garcia’s witch’s brew into a chalice matching his own. At first it didn’t seem as though you’d even noticed him. 

And then you slowly turned, pushing your wings back from where they were sinking on your shoulder and your eyes met his. 

He knew as he looked into your eyes you were certainly not as innocent as you were dressed. There was a devilish glint in your eyes as you looked him up and down. 

But you were far more innocent than him. 

Oh the things he would do to you. 

“Hi.” You smiled at him, stepping a little closer as his eyes curiously roamed your body. 

He didn’t even try to disguise the fact he was checking you out and you found it incredibly hot. 

“Hi.” He replied, eyes finally landing back on your face. 

“Vampire, huh? Original.” You smirked, bringing your lips to your glass and sipping the potent liquid. 

“About as original as an Angel. At least I’m a monster of sorts. And I’m not just any vampire, I’m Dracula.” 

You narrowed your eyes on him, clearly trying to size him up. 

Your lips pinched together in thought before you smiled again.

“No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.” You recited straight from Dracula, waiting to see how he would respond. 

“Is that what you think?” He stepped even closer and bowed his head toward your ear, his breath fanning across your skin in delicious waves. “The devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.”

You cursed the involuntary shiver that passed up your spine at his words. He hadn’t missed a beat in reciting the line as though he’d planned it all along somehow. 

His large hand ghosted up your arm, sending another shiver up your spine. 

Spencer knew he had you right where he wanted you. He could take you right here and now and he was sure you’d thank him for the privilege. 

But he wanted to have a little more fun first. 

He stepped back again, leaving you reeling from his previous close proximity. 

He knew what he was doing to you. His eyes sparkled with a kind of knowing. He had you and he knew it. You both did. 

But you didn’t want to make it so easy for him. 

“You think just because you can recite Dracula that impresses me?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to keep your voice steady and not give away how turned on you were. 

“I didn’t say that.” His lip curled up. “But I think you should be a little impressed that I turned you on so much without doing a thing.” 

Your cheeks immediately reddened and it was all Spencer needed to see to know he was right. That and the way you pressed your bare thighs together anyway. 

���Cocky son of a bitch.” You scoffed, sipping your drink to try and hide your red face. 

“It would be cocky if I wasn’t right. If I was making assumptions, yes that would be cocky of me. But I’m not making assumptions. I saw the signs, I read the clues. I put the pieces together and I formed a hypothesis.” 

“And what might that be?” The pitching to your voice only added fuel to Spencer’s fire. 

Once again he stepped back close to you, his hand this time ghosting up your back before settling to cup the back of your head.

“You want to sleep with me.” Once again his words caused your body to shudder, even more so when his lips brushed against your earlobe.

When those same lips skimmed your jaw, barely grazing across your skin, a wanton moan floated out your own lips and Spencer knew he had you more so than before. 

“Do you think you’re god's gift to women or something?” You tried to sound indignant but your voice wavered when his lips brushed down across the side of your neck. 

“Not at all. I don’t mean to be cocky or arrogant, I really don’t. But I can’t ignore the way you’re reacting to me. I can’t ignore the way those delicious thighs press together every time I speak, the way your breathing gets heavier when I do this…” he trailed off and swept his lips across your jaw again and as expected your breath caught in your throat. 

Spencer smirked to himself, moving back to your ear where he tucked your hair behind it. 

You were too dumb to speak. You’d never had a man be so straight forward, so bold. Maybe it was because he was older. He knew what he wanted and it was clear he was going to take it. 

You’d let him take you. 

“And don’t try to pretend otherwise, angel. Don’t try to play hard to get because you will be disappointed when I don’t try to chase you. I am all about openness and honesty so I am telling you that I want to skip the games and I want to take you home with me.” He pressed his body against yours for a fleeting moment, but long enough so you could feel he was painfully hard. 

When he stepped back and looked at you, you felt utterly dizzy. This stranger was reducing you to a puddle and you had to try and claw back at least a tiny element of control. 

You downed the witch's brew, ignoring the way his hazel eyes seemed to look through you, deep into your soul.

“Why take me home?” Your eyes danced with mischief. “Penelope has a perfectly good guest room going unused.” 

It was Spencer’s turn to shudder and a shaky breath erupted from his lungs. One simple sentence caused his composure to waver. 

“I thought you were supposed to be an angel?” He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“We all have a little of the devil in us, Spencer.” 

“H-how do you know my name?” He stumbled over his words a little. 

“You think Penelope hasn’t told me about her team? I knew who you were the second I walked in.” You smirked, feeling happy in the knowledge you were regaining some power. 

“Isn’t it fair I know your name then?” 

“Maybe I’ll tell you later. For now you can just call me angel.” You offered your hand to him and he looked at it for a few seconds before dumbly taking it. 

You smiled to yourself as you weaved the two of you through the party towards Penelope’s guest room. 

You closed the door and locked it behind you, staring up at Spencer, waiting for his next move. 

It seemed like you’d frazzled him. You were pleased with that. 

But then as though a light switch had been flicked, Spencer’s eyes turned dark, practically black, as he strolled confidently towards you. 

He pushed you back against the closed door, his large hand finding a home around your throat. He squeezed the tender flesh, feeling your pulse between his fingertips. 

“A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear it.” He hissed the passage at you, pinning you against the door.

You choked a little as he tightened his hold, grinding his hips against yours. 

“Doesn’t Dracula…bite?” You spluttered out as best you could, staring him right in the eyes. 

Spencer smiled a toothy grin, showing off the fangs he’d donned for the night. 

“You want to see how strong these things are?” He flicked one of the clip-ins with his free hand. 

You whimpered a little, short, sharp breaths through your nose helping you to breathe. 

“P-please.” You pressed your thighs together tightly. 

Spencer dropped his hand from your neck and you gasped as you tried to refill your lungs with air. He bowed his head, lips ghosting over the skin at the apex of your neck. 

“Right here?” He breathed against your soft flesh, sending goosebumps flaring all over your body. 

“Hmm.” You hummed. 

He watched you swallow, the way your flesh dipped with the action and it was all the impetus he needed. 

Praying the clip-ins would hold out, he sunk his teeth into your milky skin, moaning viscerally as he did so. 

You gasped at the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, whether it be his own teeth or the fake canines you had no idea. 

Either way it caused you to fall flush with the door, eyes rolling back in your head as your thighs pushed harder together. 

Spencer swiped his tongue over the fresh wound, a combination of sweat and perfume exploding in his mouth. 

He needed more. 

He angled his mouth downwards and bit down on your collarbone, excerpting more pressure than his first bite. 

He was briefly impressed by the sturdiness of the fangs and that they were able to penetrate your skin so well. 

You yelped and your hands flew to his shoulders, squeezing him tightly. 

Again he lapped his tongue over the new wound before lifting his head to take in his handiwork. 

He’d left behind some fake blood he’d forgotten he’d applied to his mouth and it made the red welts look even more appealing. 

His dick throbbed in his pants as he marvelled at the way he’d marked you. 

“There are darknesses in life and there are lights,” he began reciting as his lips trailed over your jaw again. “And you are one of those lights, the light of all lights.” 

You felt your whole body explode as he finally pressed those lips to yours. 

You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to allow him access. 

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring every inch of it as though his life depended on it. 

You could feel those false teeth crashing against your own and you gave a fleeting thought of how impressive it was that they lasted through all this. 

He kissed you with bruising force, shoving you further back against the door and caging you in. 

One hand rested in your cheek while his other started to wander. 

His fingertips grazed your thigh and you moaned against his mouth. He managed to part your legs with one large hand and then he was moving higher. 

He didn’t have the patience to wait any longer to feel you in some capacity. He moved your panties aside with deft fingers and dove between your legs while kissing the air from your lungs. 

You moaned again as his long, slender digit pressed against your clit.

“Fuck,” he panted against your lips. “You’re so wet.” 

“Can you blame me?” You moaned again as his fingers found a dizzying rhythm. 

You removed one hand from around his neck and your fingers danced down his body and made quick work undoing his slacks. 

He wiggled his hips a little to aid you in getting his pants and underwear off just enough to free his aching cock. 

As soon as his clothing was pushed down to his thighs, you took hold of his shaft and tried to match your rhythm with his. 

Your legs were shaking beneath you as his finger circled your clit with experienced determination. You hoped you were making him feel even half as good as he made you feel. 

Judging by the way his hips were bucking into your hand and the precome already leaking from his head, you assumed you were. 

“Fuck, Spencer.” You mumbled, throwing your head back against the door. 

Spencer took the chance to sink his teeth into your neck again which made you whine and whimper and your legs shake violently. 

“Angel your hand feels so fucking good.” He panted, licking your bite marks. “But I need more. Need more.” 

You agreed wholeheartedly. 

You guided his hand slowly away from your desperate pussy, making you both whine. You gave him a few more strokes before letting go of him. 

You looked at him with dark eyes which he mirrored. His messy curls were even messier somehow and the fake blood smeared across his mouth and onto his stubbly jaw. 

He took you by the hand and led you backwards towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of it before pulling you on top of him. 

He made no show of getting undressed so you didn’t either. It was somehow sexier this way, only getting to see select parts of him. 

You toy with his tie while he fished a condom out of his trouser pocket which still hung around his thighs. 

He located one, quickly ripped the packet with nibble fingers and you watched in awe as he rolled it over his cock. 

Once secured, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you down to crash your lips together again. 

He kissed you frantically while you shuffled up his body and positioned him between your legs, moving your panties aside for him. 

He gripped your neck hard, keeping you close and mumbled another Dracula passage against your lips. 

“My life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her."

You had an idea of what he meant by that so as he pressed against you and started sinking into your waiting heat, you moved your lips to his neck and bit him hard. 

He yelped, bucking his hips and entering you roughly which made you whine. But that only spurred Spencer on. 

He slammed up again, filling you up in a way you’d never been filled before. You rocked your hips against his violent thrusts as you loosened his tie and undone the top few buttons of his shirt. 

You gently pressed your lips against his chest, right about his left nipple before quickly sinking your teeth into his flesh. 

“Fuck, you filthy fucking bitch.” He groaned, roughly grabbing your hips and frantically moving you up and down on his cock. 

He was relentless, pounding you as hard as he possibly could. 

When you sat back he saw the tears pricking the corners of your eyes at his harsh intrusion but he could see by the dopey smile on your face how much you were loving it. 

Your halo bounced as he thrust again and again and the noises you were making were so far from angelic. 

Needing more leverage, Spencer suddenly flipped the two of you over, causing you to whimper in confusion. 

He pulled out harshly, making you yelp once more, but he was quick to stand on his feet, pulling you by the thighs to the edge of the bed. 

You stayed on your back and he wrapped your legs around his waist. Moving your panties aside again he suddenly slammed back inside of you. 

You arched your back to meet his thrusts, now he was on his feet he could control the pace a lot better. 

He was unyielding, snapping his hips back just to slam right back inside of you. Each thrust earned him a delicious and sinful moan from your lips. 

“Some fucking angel you are, letting a stranger fuck you this way.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around your throat again. 

You felt dizzy in the best possible way. Spencer tightened his hand on your neck, squeezing hard as you fought for breath whilst he continued fucking you into the mattress. 

Your orgasm completely snuck up on you, you blamed the lack of air circulating in your brain for not realising it was happening until it hit you. 

Spencer clearly noticed by the way you clenched around him and the soft string of strangled moans that left your lips. 

Your face was starting to turn red and tears rolled from your eyes so he let go of your neck and kissed you hard instead. 

You fought to catch your breath and you mumbled incoherently against him. 

He moved his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered another line from Dracula although you didn’t register it, now rendered dumb 

“Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?"

You simply whimper in response as he pounded into your spent body a few more times. 

More tears rolled down your cheeks and you loudly yelped when he suddenly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and sore. 

He smirked down at you, pupils blown out wide as he quickly discarded the condom. 

He gripped your throat again, using it to pull you to a sitting position on the edge of the bed but decided against choking you again. 

Your wings were bent and ruffled from the activities and your halo was closer to the side of your face than your crown. 

Your dress was ruched up to your hips and your panties were still off at an angle. 

You looked a goddamn mess and Spencer was filled with pride that he’d reduced you to this. 

“Oh angel,.” He started pumping himself pulling you towards his member. “Open wide, I’ll have you at heaven's gates in no time.” 

Your mouth fell open, too dumb to refuse. 

Spencer thrust his cock inside your waiting mouth and you moaned around his shaft. 

He roughly fucked your mouth, hand on the back of your head to manouver you. 

He’d been close when he’d pulled out and your warm, wet mouth around him sent him straight back to the edge. 

He slammed into you a few times before he felt the telltale tightening of his stomach. 

He sheathed himself completely in your mouth as his cock spasmed and you felt his come shoot down your throat. 

You choked a little around him but swallowed everything he had to give. He stayed buried inside your mouth until he was completely spent. 

His legs shook a little as he pulled out, a string of saliva dripping from your lips to the tip of his cock. 

He wiped the dribble from your chin before practically collapsing next to you on the bed. 

Your mascara was running down in streaks from your eyes and he gently rubbed the marks away with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Y/N. I’m Y/N.” You mumbled sleepily. 

“Beautiful, angel.” He kissed your lips before pulling you into his arms. 

You nuzzled into his chest hearing his heart beating frantically beneath your ear. 

“S-should we leave?” You muttered although you didn’t want to go anywhere. 

“I’m sure Garcia won’t mind us staying the night.” He placed a kiss on your messy hair, pulling you closer. 

You hitched a leg up and wrapped it around Spencer’s waist as you sighed in content. 

“O-ok.” You stifled a yawn. 

He looked down at the half sleeping angel in his arms and his heart soared as if it had wings of its own. 

One night was not going to be enough with you, he knew that with startling clarity. 

He was going to hold onto you with everything he had. You were the first ray of sunshine to come into Spencer’s life since prison had cast him into darkness. And he certainly wasn’t going to let that go. 

He couldn’t believe that he’d almost missed out on this party. He’d almost let his misery get in the way of celebrating his favourite holiday. 

His love of Halloween has certainly been reignited tonight, thanks to the angel of a woman who laid in his arms. 

His eyes started to flutter and his mind started to shut off as he gave over to sleep, one last line from Dracula came to pass. 

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

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🦷 👁️ 🗣️

Have fun !

NSFW a bit.

Madara

Obito

🦷: I like to say that Madara is a switch, and he is capable of so many things so sexy and hot when he is in TOP mode. The first time he dared to bite me, I let out a rather high-pitched little cry between pain and pleasure, and Madara immediately pulled back, looking at me with worried eyes, wondering if he had gone too far. "I'm sorry, my love… I didn't mean to do it so deeply." He had a little of my blood on his lips, which he hastily wiped off with a wave of his hand. "Do it again." he looked at me with stunned eyes, surprised. His smile stretched softly into a smirk as he said, "I like that about you woman. You've figured out that we Uchiha like to show others what's ours." - "Then bite me all over because I'm yours, Madara." I have bitten Madara a few times but this has stuck with our bickering as a couple, when we tease each other. The part of his body I like to bite the most are his earlobes, he knows that means it's time to take a break from Konoha's administrative work and come take care of his wife's inner thighs.

Obito has always been a rather expressive lover, this is his dark part of his romantic side. Biting, scratching, pulling my hair are part of our daily lot. He is also rather jealous. Obito is a lovely lover when it comes to spoiling you with kisses and cuddles but when it comes to our time in bed, he changes radically, behaving like a savage. He loves to ravage me but with so much love. He bites me everywhere as if to notify himself that I am totally his. He also loves to give me hickeys on my neck to warn all the other men to stay away from Obito Uchiha's wife because it's a subject that doesn't make him laugh at all. Losing his friend  when he was young traumatized him and he has always vowed to protect me and keep me around as much as possible and if that has to pass by biting me then he does what has to be done and I agree with that. The only thing I dared to bite was his lower lip during a couple of intensive kissing sessions.

👁️: Since Madara and Obito both have the sharingan, they have no problem to see in the night unlike me who is more the kind of person who bumps around instead of turning on my phone flashlight to see something. I am very jealous of their nyctalopic vision.

🗣️: Madara's voice is so sensual from the beginning. He has quite a deep voice, with a rather authoritative tone. His voice is one of the things I love most about him and when he talks dirty with a bit of an authoritative tone, it's even more exciting. I love it when he calls me "woman" or his aspirated "I love you's" when he comes.

Obito can really well have voice variations, when he is amused and behaving like a little boy, he can have a little high pitched voice quite shrill but with when he becomes serious, the tone of his voice changes dramatically. He has a deep and sensual voice, when he says my name with a serious tone and looks into my eyes deeply I could give everything I have and die happy. His laughter is also a precious thing.