#body markings

[bitesweetcherry]

It did leave a few marks btw, disappeared in an hour though

[cyxnidx]

PROMISES GALORE...

WHAT'S THE GIG?... a kiss was the start of this cannibalism, and now that he's had a taste of you, he simply cannot let you go. and what's better than cannibalism, if not sheer devotion?

featuring... incubus!tamsy x black!reader.

WHAT'S THE MOTION?... DD:DNE. supernatural themes. mentions of marking. mention of cunnilingus. lmk if i missed anything! warnings will be specific to each part, so be sure to read them as you progress!

luvrs note... : no, this is not a cannibalism fic/story, i used that as a metaphor (just in case people get confused). also: tamsy is prime dd:dne material in my eyes, so a lot of things i post for him will either be of that genre or generally a harsh contrast to what i write for everyone else.

other parts... part one ; part two ; part three ; part four.

for nights, the same dream has visited you.

you wake up in a room - the same as your own - except something small is always off. maybe your lamp doesn't work. your door's creaked open, when you know for a fact you closed it before laying down. maybe a pile of laundry is folded, or your water bottle is moved elsewhere.

and for the past four nights, all of those things have happened.

the first night, you "woke up". got up like usual - but it was still dark out. after failing to go back to sleep, you decided if you were gonna be up, it'd be best to be productive. to do something with yourself.

which, obviously, started with you turning on the lamp on your beside table. or trying to, anyway.

it wouldn't turn on. even when you tried unplugging it, plugging it back up again. turning the knob on it round and round, it never worked.

thinking nothing of it, you decided to turn on your overhead light, and leave your room to do the dishes you know you left for the morning. or, try to leave your room.

the knob wouldn't turn.

that was when your head really started racing, 'cause you usually closed your door. never locked it. and nobody else lived with you to lock you in it - not that the damn knob had a lock on the other side, anyway.

and when you turned around, now focused on convincing yourself to go back to sleep, you were met with a man on your bed.

tall, slim, draped in robes and long, two-toned hair. navy blue hid behind platinum blonde, matching blonde eyes to match. long lashes blinked at you, all pretty and cat-like before he simply murmured, "something wrong, doll?"

like nothing, your nerves slipped away.

you no longer felt panicked. on the contrary, you felt calmer. almost saved, despite not knowing the first thing about this man - outside of his appearance.

shaking your head, you pad over to the bed slowly - almost naturally - before sitting to the side of him. "...not anymore." you'd say, voice small as you situate yourself to sit criss-crossed beside him.

and for what felt like hours, the two of you talked. you told him your name, your worries, your routine, about your family, and things you loved. you told him all about you. and by the time the sun was rising?

he'd found himself between your legs. tongue exploring your clit and pussy entirely, learning your ins and outs with minimal effort.

but by the time you'd reached your orgasm - by the time the sunlight would finally hit your window - you'd find yourself gasping awake on your bed.

panties removed, sheets strawn all over the place, and the wetness between your thighs leaking onto the single sheet that remained under you.

and you hadn't even got his damn name.

instinctively, you reach to turn on your bedside lamp - and it turns on.

no hassle, no unplugging and plugging it back, no constant clicking of the small knob under the shade.

just a simple reach and click. like always.

glancing between the lamp and the wet spot beneath you, you sigh. it's all you really can do.

you weren't sure what exactly happened - as you finally left the bed, there were only so many memories of the man lingering in your head.

the phantom trail of his tongue never left, though.

you could swear you could still feel it at times. while brushing your teeth, washing those dishes surprise surprise, your door opened, organizing your fridge. you nearly orgasm all over again from the faux sensation while reading a book on the couch. for the record, it was about home economics.

and in the middle of your bath that night, as you prepared and pampered yourself for bed, you noticed two barely there marks on your inner thighs. they were hot to the touch, even once you got out of the bath. almost red against your skin.

dismissing it, you decided to pay it no mind. once you finish rubbing the last of lotion over your skin - gently over the marks, as they burned from the contact - you were ready for bed.

[systevolve]

I need to *bite*

I need to chomp someone all over. Leaving bite shapes bruises. Hearing the beautiful pained moans from each press of my teeth. Pulling my head back to see the pretty indents of my teeth on their skin.

I need to cover them in them. My marks. The signs of my possession. I want to look at them after, a whimpering mess of ecstacy and pain. Knowing that they're mine.

[bubblykittenxo]

...... Kinda like the idea of forced marking, tattooing, piercings..... Idk.... Just 🥵

[yournerdybigbro]

Siblings who spend each morning writing dirty messages on each other before they both go to work/school for the day

Of course they each sneak off to private places throughout the day to send each other pics showing that the writing is still there<3

[dieee4u]

thinking about humiliating someone in subtle ways . they know me well enough to know i’m playing mind games and that they’re giving me exactly what i want by reacting to it , but their body keeps betraying them unwillingly .

they’d specifically request for me to not leave any marks in visible places and i’d smile and reassure them that i would only mark in places they could easily cover . but after hours of overstimulation , they wouldn’t have the capacity to think about what i was doing , or pay attention to how blatantly i broke my promise .

they’d wake up late , exhausted after being kept up into the night by me , rushing to get ready when they discover the marks . these marks would be the very opposite of discreet ; it would look like they were viciously attacked ( which they were ) .

naturally , they wouldn’t have the time to properly cover everything up . my poor victim would have to desperately try and come up with an explanation for how they got them , but it wouldn’t be convincing at all , and humiliation would burn through them .

i would love to watch them try to explain . i wouldn’t call them out , but the look on my face would make it clear i knew something . and they’d realize how i enjoy the fact that they’re embarrassed and hate me even more for it . and then they’d hate themself for wanting such a depraved person who is intent on claiming and humiliating them .

[wiltheredaway]

biting>> cigarette burns on me>> hickies>> marking>>

[zigmatism]

Getting used to intimacy.

@dafnier