i don’t know if you’ve done bitey reader but what if reader bit the 141 instead of the scratching she usually does. like johnny makes a joke she hates so she bites him hard. maybe when simon does something she likes she also bites him but softly. maybe she’s bitey during sex too. only she does it to keep herself quiet.
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Johnny’s being himself & reader is just too overwhelmed. Everything is grating on her nerves today, and Johnny’s unfortunate enough to make a jab to ‘lighten the mood.’
“What’s with the scowl? Did the wee puppy miss her walk?”
The joke is the final straw. If he wants a dog, she’ll show him a dog.
She lunges and sinks her teeth down into his arm, biting down.
“Fuck!”
Johnny shouts in pain and grabs her by the hair, yanking her off his arm. Johnny’s now sporting teeth indents that pin-prick bleed. She regrets not biting harder.
Soon enough, she’s punished, John making sure her regret is shifted from not biting hard enough to regretting biting at all. What’s worse, though, is they muzzle her. It looks almost like a leather mask but with a mouth bit, something an athlete would wear to protect their teeth. It’s humiliating, and they make her wear it for the whole day.
She learns not to bite out of anger after that. But…
As time goes on and she gets more comfortable with the men, she starts to feel almost affectionate. She’s not sure how to go about expressing this, though. Hugs and kisses are for normal relationships, and it doesn’t feel right to her.
One particular day, Simon is being extra sweet to her. He pampers her, cooks her something delicious for breakfast, surprises her with her favorite sweets, lets her pick a movie… they’re sat in his chair together, her back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her when she gets the impulse and runs with it. She nips at his bicep, testing the waters. When Simon tenses, but doesn’t stop her, she does it again, and keeps biting until the urge is gone.
Later that night, when he gives her a quick goodnight kiss, she reciprocates, kind of. She bites at his jaw, just a little nibble.
She starts biting the others when she feels particularly affectionate with them, and they learn that biting is her version of a kiss.
She starts biting when things get heated, too.
Kyle has her on her back, two fingers pumping in and out of her. He watches her turn her head to the side, biting her lip and hiding her face in the pillows. With his free hand, he tilts her head out of the pillows, cooing at her to let him see her. He cups her face, and she turns her head into his hand and bites his fingers. It’s not hard enough to hurt, so he lets her. She can keep quiet as long as he gets to see her eyes roll back.
