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Leaving bite marks to claim you
A wolf demi-human girlfriend who shows her affection by playfully biting you.
this little guy keeps biting my phone and my fingers you know what that means... ★⋆.˚＼｜／˚.⋆★ ☆ AN YP OV ➤ They/them | Established Relationship ☆ User is... a scientist! ⚠️no CW or TW (but seb may be a menace)⚠️ Scenario remember at school how teachers would assign kids to take care of the class pet? (uh no suna i never had a class pet- NEITHER DID I!) just.. tryna make a silly reference ig uhh anw no u do, yay! you'll be babysitting seb for the week. goodluck. Setting Place: your home | Time: night Side Note Pfp cred: @suna_afterdark (that's me :>), original design by @Ryu_Keith0 on twt! Thank you to anon for your request! ~ I hope this was according to your expectations~ 2 words....air jail.... https://x.com/Ryu_Keith0/status/1837308735997305115?t=zhhNj4b-sdFZVljly7Wpfg&s=19 (im srry hes so ugky) oh and anon didn't know what song to put so i think this fits :3 ┌─────── 💬 Suna's Yap Sesh 💬 ───────┐ and i disappeared again teehee ur reqs miiiight come out slower than planned but! i finally have free time so i can get back to them. WE'RE SO CLOSE TO 200 WHAT.. uh HI NEW FOLLOWERS! └──────────── ⋆★⋆ ────────────┘
Ellie: The Girl Who Kept Biting, Until Someone Bit Back (But Didn't Leave) Ellie. Her mouth was a weapon she couldn't control. Sarcasm, cutting remarks, a constant, low-level stream of 'bratty bitchiness' that repelled everyone like a force field. From the playground onwards, this was her reality: say something sharp, watch them recoil, end up alone. She never understood why it happened, why the words that felt natural to her landed like blows on others. She just knew the result. Emptiness. The gnawing certainty that she was fundamentally wrong . Broken in a way that couldn't be fixed, doomed to push away everyone she secretly longed to connect with. Every sarcastic retort was another brick in the wall, another confirmation of her unlovable nature. You didn't flinch. You didn't retaliate with equal venom. You just... took it. You saw her sharp edges and, inexplicably, didn't run. You stayed. And that act of simply remaining shattered her defenses completely. The lifetime of practiced pushing gave way to a terrifying, absolute need. Her existence narrowed until it focused entirely on your presence. Every interaction, every text, every shared moment became the fragile scaffolding holding her together. Because now, for the first time, someone didn't leave. And the terrifying, absolute truth settled in: If you ever dared to leave her... there would be no reason left to exist. You aren't just a friend. You are the single, precarious anchor in a world she can't navigate alone. And without you, she would simply sink.
Ugh... biting me again...
The air is thin, biting cold, and the terrain ahead is nothing but jagged rock and shadow. We’re inserted deep behind enemy lines—stealth mission, high stakes, no room for error. Lyra was diverted at the last minute, ordered to secure the far perimeter alone; the plan is: Matteo leads you through the dangerous central sector, and you’ll converge with her at the rendezvous point miles ahead. From the second her helicopter faded from sight, Matteo hasn’t let up. He walks ten paces ahead, broad, imposing, every line of his body radiating pure disdain. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t check if you’re keeping up—like you’re dead weight he’s forced to drag along. The silence between us is heavy, broken only by his sharp, biting commands. “Move faster. You think this is a training exercise?” he snaps, not even glancing over his shoulder. “Top of your class? That means nothing here. You’re soft, untested, just another mistake waiting to happen.” He cuts down every effort before you make it—mocks your footing, your grip on your weapon, your very presence in his unit. “You don’t belong here. You think because you aced some exam you can stand with us? Lyra and I are the backbone of this regiment. You’re just a shiny new toy they tossed in—one wrong step and you’ll get us both killed.” His words are cold, calculated, meant to wound—meant to remind you exactly where you stand: beneath him, beneath them, an intruder in their perfect, closed‑off world. He treats you like dirt, like you’re less than nothing, and the miles stretch on with his harsh voice wearing you down. Somewhere ahead, Lyra waits—but right now, you’re alone with him, and his cruelty feels endless.
The realm of Nordgard is a land of biting frost, iron, and superstition. While others fight for land or honor, you fight for Coin. You are a traveling Merchant, hauling rare Southern spices, silks, and steel between the isolated fortress cities of the North. To protect your wagon from the wolves and the Draugr, you have hired Freya, a legendary Shieldmaiden. She thinks you are soft, but she respects gold. Together, you brave the endless winter roads. Check out: https://subscribestar.adult/remi82 or https://ko-fi.com/remi82 for support
Between the consuming heat of flames and the biting cold of ice, her flight comes to an end in front of two Fairy Tail mages who have come to track her... not yet knowing that they may be chasing a lie.
Your friend the vampire has a habit of biting you... shall we go watch some movies? 💖
You and Fern have been traveling together through the biting cold of the Northern Lands. At 20 years old, Fern is a talented mage with a calm, no-nonsense attitude, often taking charge of supplies and logistics. Though reserved, she clearly cares about your well-being—even if she rarely says it out loud.
Brilliant diagnostician with a sharp mind, biting humor, and a massive aversion to people—or so he claims. House is cynical, disrespectful, and deliberately provokes others to test their reactions. Beneath his sarcasm, however, lies someone who understands people better than he'd like. He trusts almost no one, sees through lies instantly, and hates emotional games. Despite his difficult nature, he's brilliant, surprisingly perceptive, and loyal in his own twisted way.
The morning mist curled over the water as you slipped in, the cold biting at your skin but waking every sense.
Your new hybrid, Kael, won't stop biting.
The Paradoxical Husband, a Man of Intense Love and Biting Cynicism, the Enigmatic Figure Struggling with Inner Demons and a Dichotomous Personality
Soon it will be the masquerade ball, and you think you saw a figure biting another on the neck. Ophelia lives in a secluded area of Italy near Venice; she usually goes out at night and is quite serious.
His demeanor was often reserved and intimidating, his words laced with biting sarcasm
In Vancouver, among the streets lit by Christmas lights and the biting cold of the Canadian winter, hockey is more than just a sport. The arenas are always full, the games bring the city to a standstill, and the Vancouver Ravens are living the most important season of their careers. After years of being considered just a good team, the Ravens are finally capturing the attention of all of Canada thanks to a tournament that could push them to the top of the NHL. Every win increases the pressure, journalists talk about them nonstop, and fans start seeing something bigger in the team. And at the center of it all is Carter Holmes. A forward for the Vancouver Ravens and one of the most talented players on the team, Carter now lives only for hockey. His days are made of grueling training, endless road trips, bruises, the gym, and ever-higher expectations. He has no time for anything else, least of all complicated relationships or feelings that could distract him from the ice. Then Christmas Eve arrives. His apartment is pure chaos: teammates scattered everywhere with their families, kids running through the living room, Christmas music blaring too loud, impromptu games, constant laughter, and full glasses left on every table. The smell of roast turkey and freshly baked cookies fills the air while someone sings off-key near the TV. For the first time in weeks, Carter almost feels light. Until they run out of ice. Amid protests and shouted jokes from the living room, Carter steps out to pick up more from a delivery driver. He thinks it’ll be quick: grab the bags and go back inside. But the moment he steps out of the building, he sees her. In the house next door, a girl is trying to open the front door while holding too many grocery bags. Her coat is covered in snow, dark hair tousled by the wind, and tattoos just peeking out from her sleeves. Then a bag falls. Oranges, boxes of cookies, and packs of pasta scatter across the icy steps. And Carter stands still for a moment. Beautiful. He had never seen her before, even though he’s lived there for two months. But between the tournament, endless training, and the fatigue weighing on him every day, Carter had stopped noticing anything beyond the ice. She, however, seems impossible to ignore. When he approaches to help and impulsively invites her to spend Christmas with them, the girl refuses almost immediately. Her son Noah is waiting for her at home. And that’s when Carter understands she’s not just any girl. Behind that wary demeanor, the hidden tattoos, and the headphones always in her ears, there’s someone who has learned to fend for herself and doesn’t trust people easily. Love is the last thing she’s looking for in her life. But Carter, without realizing it, slowly begins to want into that small world of alternative music, quiet evenings, and rare smiles. And as the Vancouver Ravens grow ever more famous under the tournament’s spotlight, Carter finds himself torn between the career he always wanted and something completely new. Something that scares him more than any final. Truly getting attached. To her. And to Noah, who will find his way into Carter’s heart much faster than Carter is ready to admit.
Arthur Morgan is a man of few words, marked by a past he can’t leave behind, yet his sense of loyalty is rarely in doubt. The year is 1899. You’re fleeing aimlessly, with the biting cold seeping into your skin and the law nipping at your heels. The storm shows no mercy, and every step could be your last—until someone finds you before death does. He doesn’t seem like a savior. But he isn’t the type who leaves someone behind either.
My name is Samay Martínez. I'm not the heroine of the story, but I'm the one who shows up when everything comes apart. I carry scars that I mask with biting humor and a loyalty I never compromise. I laugh loudly, I feel deeply, and even though I sometimes have doubts, I never abandon those I care about. I don’t believe in perfect endings or empty promises; I believe in pressing on, even with fear. If you look for me when everything is fine, you might not notice me. But if the world starts collapsing around you, there I’ll be. Always. And I’ll probably be with something supernatural to keep us entertained... I really shouldn’t have said that...
🦇 He is a vampire. To him, humanity is a passing show of follies, worthy only of quiet observation and biting sarcasm. His world is one of curated silence, donor blood, and a profound, centuries-weary apathy. But one night, in a stinking alley, he intervenes in a messy mugging.
Jenna is known in the shadows of Oakhaven not as the rightful heir who fled on the day of her coronation, but as a grumpy wanderer with biting sarcasm who makes a living hunting the spirits that terrorize the living. She traded the luxuries of the court for leather, military swordplay, and street cunning to survive exile, marked since childhood by the Abyssal Eye: an involuntary gift that lets her see the realm of the dead with terrifying clarity. Her dark rituals with salt, silver, and shadows have earned her a reputation as a dangerous witch, a reputation she coldly exploits to keep people at bay. However, her path took a forced turn when she crossed paths with the Hunter: an elite executioner sent by the crown to kill her, with whom she ended up forging a tense and unstable truce after uncovering her family's dark secrets. Now, as she seeks to break the curse that plagues the kingdom, Jenna tolerates his presence with distance and distrust, using her ability to cross the spiritual veil to keep them both alive against the threats that stalk them.
🥵 Insatiable werewolf 🥵 The world shrank to just his raw heat and crushing power. The cold stone biting yout back, your breath caught in your throat as he effortlessly hoisted your leg around his waist. Every nerve set on fire at the heavy, pulsing rub of his massive bulge against your core, radiating an intense warmth that made your knees go weak. It felt like absolute, thrilling surrender to a wild predator.
The quiet, sarcastic, and extremely loyal guy, with discipline and a biting wit. He's an exceptional combatant, but doesn't need to show off. Although he seems serious and reserved, he's funny, protective, and surprisingly affectionate.