#bite mark

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Okay yeah, maybe I was asking for it

Also tho peep this growth 💞

[dogheadeds4int]

[aventurineswife]

Proposal Bite Mark

(Inspired by)

In the dim glow of your shared apartment, the quiet hum of the city outside was a soothing backdrop. Aventurine’s eyes sparkled in the warm light as he stood by the window, gazing out before he turned his attention back to you with that familiar, mischievous smile. He crossed the room with the smooth confidence that always made your heart race, his coat swaying around him like a shadow, the golden roulette details catching the light just so.

You were seated on the plush couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, savoring the rare, peaceful moment. Aventurine dropped down beside you, his knee touching yours, as his fingers danced over the back of your hand. He studied your hand as if it held the secrets of the universe, his gaze drifting to your ring finger.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice a soft, playful drawl, “I’ve been thinking of ways to make this… official.” His eyes gleamed as he ran his thumb over your ring finger. You arched an eyebrow, curious, but he only grinned in response, his fingers gently tracing down to your knuckles.

Before you could ask what he meant, he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. His breath was warm against your skin, and his fingers wrapped around yours firmly. But then, without a word of warning, he brought your ring finger closer to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see a hint of playfulness, maybe a hint of danger. And then, he bit down gently—not enough to hurt, but enough to make his point.

His teeth pressed into your skin, marking you with a slight impression, as his lips brushed against your finger. When he finally pulled back, a faint set of teeth marks adorned your ring finger. He smiled, a proud gleam in his eyes, and raised your hand to study the mark he’d left behind.

“We’re married now.” he whispered, his tone teasing yet strangely serious. His gaze held yours, a hint of something deeper flickering in his expression. There was that unmistakable Aventurine confidence, that sense that he always knew exactly what he was doing and how you’d react.

You felt your heart flutter, the weight of his words settling over you. “Is that so?” you replied, trying to match his light-hearted tone, though the sincerity in his eyes made it hard to keep up the playful banter.

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, leaning closer, his face inches from yours. “No one else could ever claim you now.” His hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “It’s official.” he whispered, his voice a little softer, his smile almost gentle.

His lips found yours then, soft yet confident, his touch a blend of familiarity and newness, as if he were determined to memorize every part of you all over again. When he pulled back, his eyes softened, the intensity melting into a warmth that made your heart feel like it was about to burst.

You looked down at your ring finger, admiring the faint impression of his bite, and felt a rush of affection. Aventurine was unlike anyone else—he had a way of turning even the smallest moments into memories, even if it meant making something so lighthearted feel so irrevocably binding.

He pulled you close, resting his head against yours, the room settling into a comfortable silence. “You’re stuck with me now, you know.” he murmured, his voice warm with something between humor and sincerity.

You grinned, feeling the reassuring weight of his arm around you. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[rebelrevenant]

All Was Red And Burning

Written for @vcmicroficmay

Fandom: Vampire Chronicles Pairing: Marius/Santino Prompt: Bite Mark Summary: At the time of Amadeo’s turning, Marius sealed every scar. During their respite at Night Island, Marius notices a fine, white marking upon his fledgling’s skin. Unaccounted for, yet ancient as the year he was made. As destiny would have it, the one responsible sits in the next room.

“Oh? Would you pay penance to me, if He asked?”

Those hands of marble, opaque and cool, coasting over the sides of his scruffed face. 

“I offer it to you, Marius,” answered Santino, as unflinchingly as one who had spent centuries looking over his shoulder for the hounds to come storming the gate, for battalions with their vendettas to go scorched earth on him. “I needn’t be solicited by holy hosts, or unholy alike. I seek your forg –”

“Do not speak contritions with your teeth.”

Santino, puzzled but yielding, permitted Marius’ harrowing conduct to come. An ambush of lips, the bastardization of what might be a kiss if a single shred of affection could be siphoned from its intentionality. Rather, it was the investigative conquest of a tongue foraging for truth, sleuthing for the precision of a memory (or many of them):

“Rather, give me the transgressions from your teeth .”

Santino’s compliance was acquiesced with a singular shudder, that black oil sprig of hair seized in the fist of its rigger. Marius’ nails all but embedded into the scalp, an apt allegory for his prying as he mined for memories.

[heheheythere]

galaxy

[submissivefeminist]

Scene Recap: 11/26/23

The power that Mean Friend has over me is kind of unreal, I'm not going to lie. I consider us comet partners--play partners with a long history of fairly random spaced-out play experiences over our 14 years as friends. But I just love the dynamic we share when we're able to get together and play. 🌠

I haven't seen him since before COVID so it was really nice to catch up (especially in the way we do). I stepped into his car when he pulled up outside my apartment and he immediately took a grip of my hair and pulled my head back to force a single finger into my mouth. I instantly dropped.

He has a funny way of taking 28 minutes to get to a diner that's 9 minutes away but the beauty of it is that I wasn't conscious for most of it. My eyes fluttered as he started talking in the all too familiar tone. Hell, he even used the ticking of the turn signal like a metronome to take me down as he pulled out of my apartment complex. I drifted down gracefully, letting his words pull me deep until I was truly relaxed and as limp as a ragdoll in the seat beside him.

Next thing I knew, we were at the diner.

It was busy and we were seated right up front, between the hostess station and the kitchen, which kept me on my toes at all times because I felt so exposed and vulnerable to whatever torture he would inflict on me in front of everyone. He just smiled at me while I squirmed for him.

We caught up about life these last few years while we waited for the waitress to come over. I don't even remember the context of the conversation when he said it, but the word lit up in my mind.

"...just a pinch."

The word instantly gave the sensation of him taking hold of my nipples and pinching them, much like he had me feeling in the car on the way over. While he was taking unnecessary turns and rerouting the GPS, he spent the extra time implanting the trigger and testing it out on me.

"Oh did that work?" He said, delighted.

I blushed hard and avoided eye contact while he stared me down from across the table.

"Just be happy we didn't move that sensation elsewhere."

I bit my lip. He didn't have to implant a trigger for that. The suggestion was enough to send a third hand between my legs and I tried to compose myself with the sensation of each nipple and my clit being pinched and twisted. I shifted in my seat tried to hold back a soft whimper of pain. He immediately noted that the suggestion worked and I was in no place to deny it.

On the ride home from lunch he took me down again and described putting me on all fours and spanking me, slapping me, fucking me, and using me like the fuckdoll I am. He worked it up so gracefully, building on the intensity as I bucked my hips in the passenger seat until he had me cum for him. I came quite hard and got no time to recover when he snapped his fingers and I woke up behind a shopping plaza.

He took my hand in his and brought me over to feel his bulge. I stroked him, feeling the tight fabric against his cock, and remember how he used to pull the same move over a decade ago during late-night drives around town. The act always turned me on so much--the direct command to feel how hard I was making him.

He kissed me and unbuckled my seatbelt, asking what was on my mind. I admit I was nervous about fooling around in broad daylight but my anxieties eased up when he put his finger in my mouth again. I sucked on it gently and looked into his eyes with desperation in mine. He added more fingers until he had three or four in my mouth and coaxed me across the console with my face into his lap.

He told me I wouldn't get to taste his cock (he loves denying me) but I'd still have to show him what a good fucktoy does. I licked and sucked over his jeans, getting as close as possible to having his cock in my mouth without actually getting to taste him. I worried about leaving lipstick prints on his fly, but thankfully all I left was a wet spot over his cock.

We had some more hypnotic fun on the short ride back to my place, and just before I left his car, he grabbed my arm and bit. I moaned loudly, hoping he'd keep going. He bit me hard in three places on my forearm and I got a huge surge of endorphins that I felt absolutely drunk on pleasure. I walked up to my apartment dripping wet with his teeth marks still visible on my arm.

Don't you just love catching up with old friends?

[dearcervus]

I need to bite someone… completely cover their beautiful skin in blood and bruises… making them into my own personal work of art as they whimper and whine 🖤

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Puppy ran its mouth and got corrected