“Oh love, i already know you’re mine and you’re already marked, every time i give you a hickey, every time i bite you, even those pretty collars i picked out for you..”
“You’re my pretty slut, yk that? dont forget it. ever.”
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Question for those with marking kinks:
Has anyone else become more resistant to bruises over time? My partner used to be able to very easily leave marks on me through biting and sucking, but it seems like my skin is just becoming more bruise resistant. I miss the big and lasting pretty marks they would be able to make on my body
Any advice for me or for them greatly appreciated!!
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Marking is so hot. Like, yes, you’re mine, so let me leave my signature all over you with hickies, bruises and bite marks for you to proudly show off and to also look at and feel whenever you want to be reminded of the wild animalistic passion that lead to those marks.
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I love it when he puts lil stars on his cheekbones in eyeliner, its my favorite shape and it feels like a lil brand somehow? Like yeah thats mine its got MY favorite shape on it.
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Titfucking feels better if the tits have hickeys and bite marks and bruises all over them. It’s just true.
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Overcome with the thought of worshiping my lover’s body. I keep thinking about taking off their every item of clothing oh so carefully, dragging my hands over their newly naked skin, kissing along every vein and wrinkle and fold and scar. Feeling how their skin envelops their body, how it molds to their bones. Exploring with my mouth, starting with their pretty hands and wrists, making my way along their arms to their neck & shoulders, pausing to suck a sensitive earlobe into my mouth. All the while grasping onto them anywhere I can, feeling how soft and pliable they are in my hands. Mouthing my way down their torso, leaving occasional marks as a sign of my love for them, decorative reminders that they’ll be able to keep for days after. Ghosting the tips of my fingers over their thighs, which I’m convinced were shaped by the gods themselves, and feeling the meat of them in my hands as I squeeze them gently. When my mouth finally makes it to the creases of their hips, I’ll spread their thighs so reverently to be able to kiss and nip along every inch, leaving a couple pretty bruises here too. Laving attention all the way down those gorgeous thighs, knees, and calves. Leaving nothing unappreciated and letting them know just how much I adore them in their entirety <3
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let me bite you plsss plsplsplsplsplsss i promise this time i won’t leave marks where others can see them!! at least not as many!! i’ll be soooooo good this time!!
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Caught a bug, had some time stuck in a car to do something about it, enjoy:
Martijn’s favorite part of Finland was this: The first time they visited, after the northern lights, the frozen hands and noses, after the kiss and the conversation they almost had - a series of half-asked questions and fervent assurances - after all that, making out shirtless in bed, Lando pulled Martijn’s head down to his neck and said, “Mark me up, yeah? Show the boys who I belong to.”
[[MORE]]“You can’t say things like that,” Martijn groaned, squeezing his dick so he didn’t come in his pants like a teenager.
“I mean it,” Lando said, turning insistent in that way of his. “Can’t do it during the season. Want to feel like I’m yours.”
Martijn crawled up over Lando’s body, bracketing him, watched Lando’s eyes, big and hopeful and sincere. Martijn smoothed a hand over Lando’s forehead, pushing his curls back.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said, kissing the tip of Lando’s nose, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “I’ll make sure you know.” He kissed him properly, Lando malleable like taffy under his hands. Then Martijn kissed Lando’s chin, his jaw, the skin of his neck just below the stubble line. Too high, he thought, and dragged his lips until they almost touched Lando’s collarbone and he sucked a mark like a bruise while Lando writhed and moaned beneath him.
Lando wore it like a badge, even though they were living in turtlenecks and three outer layers. He found opportunities to change in front of the others, pretended to blush under appraising wolf-whistles and laughed when Louis called Martijn a vampire. He pouted when it began to fade, worried it with his fingers all the time, even out at dinner - catching Martijn’s eye and pressing through the fabric of his shirt.
It lasted long enough Martijn started to worry, because it was still a nebula of purple and yellow and green when Lando finally had to be somewhere that wasn’t with Martijn. He sent pictures of it every day, so Martijn could’ve made a flipbook of it, the gradual fading of his mark on Lando’s body.
It was gone before Lando’s first session with Jon, the skin smooth and perfect and unblemished, as if Martijn’s lips had never touched it at all.
It happened again the next year, in Finland, not Vietnam, or Bali, or Perth. And the next year, in Finland, not France or Dubai. And then Lando won the title, and Martijn flew to see him do it in Abu Dhabi, and Lando flew to see him in London, and they met the whole crew in France before the Netherlands, for Martijn’s party, and then Brazil, for Martijn’s show, ringing in the new year with a new world champion.
And then they went to Finland. It was a small group, most everyone having returned to some kind of job or schedule or reality that didn’t involve traveling for a month straight and ending up far enough north that the sun never quite made it over the horizon. It was harder, in the small group, to find themselves alone, but they did, wrapped up in each other as if they hadn’t spent nearly the whole winter together.
“You have to do it,” Lando said.
“It’s so close to testing,” Martijn murmured, but his lips were already traveling down Lando’s neck.
“I don’t care,” Lando said, sliding his hands into Martijn’s hair. “I’m a champion. I’ve earned it.”
Martijn laughed against his skin and nodded. “You have,” he said. “My champion.”
There were three marks on Lando when Martijn was done - one on his neck, one over his heart, and one low on his belly between the moles that always made Martijn want to map out the constellations on his skin.
Martijn’s favorite thing about Finland didn’t have anything to do with Finland, really, but it kept him coming back all the same.
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Just want someone who would love my ass print on the underside of his car hood
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Just over here swirling the dregs of my drink like a fem fatale in a Bond movie but sadly no dashing hero will come through my door with witty banter to sweep me off my feet