#trying to draw and these hands are NOT looking good omg

[revolvingsaturn]

omg PLEASE write more for aizawa🙏 literally anything

ask and you shall receive- little longer than last time, but I promise it’s worth it!

Summary: Aizawa eats you out on your kitchen counter. Stress relief?

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You’re just about folding up the patterned oven mitts and dusting the remnants of flour from your powder covered hands, reaching for the timer on the side with your free hand while the other closes the oven door, when Aizawa makes his sleepy way into the kitchen.

“Cookies.” You say, gesturing vaguely towards the oven as you start to wipe down the kitchen island of your shared apartment.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?” He responds. It comes out as a tired grumble, but you know better than to feel offended- behind the facade, he appreciates the late night cooking really.

It probably is a little late for baking, though, considering the only light inside the kitchen comes from the lamps dotted sporadically around the open plan apartment. But you’d just come back from a long few hours of a UA staff meeting, followed by two months worth of lesson planning, trying not to daydream while nibbling at the end of your nails; a bad habit, as Aizawa is constantly reminding you, and you hop up onto the kitchen island while you gaze over at the cookies inside the oven.

You’re just starting to chew the inside of your cheek absentmindedly in silent stress when you feel large hands on your hips and you jolt in surprise at the sudden contact. You look up, and his eyes meet yours. Drowsy, certainly-when are they not- but you think the way his eyes are half lidded has nothing to do with tiredness and everything to do with the way your thighs rub together when he starts to massage your hips lazily.

“Stay still.” He says, when you try to stand up from the island to kiss him. He leans down instead, lips meeting yours while Japan hums outside. The kiss is slow, reverent, until it isn’t- until he’s nipping at your bottom lip and you’re gasping into his mouth when one of his warm hands snakes from your hip under the sweater you’re wearing to cup at your chest over your bra.

And suddenly, too agile for you to even process it, he’s on his knees in front of you while you sit on the island and then he’s cupping your ass and yanking you towards him, manhandling your legs in such a matter of fact manner you’d think it happens everyday. A series of shaky breaths leave your parted lips as you gaze down at him while he peels your pyjama pants away from your legs and tosses them over his shoulders, your underwear quick to follow.

“Shota…” you whisper down at him as he starts to lazily kiss his way up your thighs while his fingertips grip you and you start to squirm on the counter.

“I thought I told you to stay still.” He takes his time, nipping and kissing at your inner thighs like he hasn’t done this before; you’re just considering tugging at his hair when his mouth finally makes contact with your slick and you almost squeal at the sudden sensation.

He’s good, almost so good it annoys you- he’s good at everything, a fact that you’re reminded of again when he licks the first slow stripe of many up your pussy and you have to bite your knuckles to stop yourself from gasping. He pauses to lightly kiss at your clit, an action which draws a moan from you. You sound wrecked, and he hasn’t even started.

He grins against you.

He spends a while simply alternating between sucking at your clit and kissing over the marks he’s left to blossom unattended over your inner thighs, holding you in place with the hands that switch between massaging your thighs or gripping at your hips. He explores you selfishly, like he could stay in between your legs forever and never get tired. He’s straining at his underwear, you can tell, but he doesn’t move a hand to palm himself; he just lets his cock stay stubbornly hard as he continues his ministrations with you on the counter.

You lean back on your elbows at some point, eyes fluttering shut and head tipping back while you let Aizawa tear more slow sighs from your throat with every movement. He’s got his eyes shut too, although you barely process when he starts moaning into you too- your thighs tighten around his skull but he pays it no mind. Slowly, so slowly you barely notice, one of his hands drops from your hip to work two fingers inside of you and you gasp. He’s crooking his fingers lazily, letting you feel the stretch.

“You needed this.” It’s not a question, but a statement- it’s disconcerting how well he can read you sometimes, a thought that’s periodically struck you since your first meeting with him all that time ago.

“Y-yeah.” You reply, moaning unabashedly into the kitchen. If you could play it back afterwards and hear the noises you’re making, you know you’d be embarrassed- the noise of Aizawa licking at your pussy while his fingers scissor inside you, coupled with the lengthy moans you’re both letting out, are certainly enough to make you want to bury your face in a pillow and smother yourself but at the moment you don’t care.

He knows you’re getting closer when you start clenching around his fingers, and he redoubles his efforts. Fingers pump in and out of you, curling, while he sucks at your clit and you know you won’t hold on much longer. You’re vaguely aware of him muttering something against you but it’s so muffled you can’t pick up on it- whatever it is, though, you know it’s filthy. Your moans increase in volume as you squeeze around him, and he’s still whispering low praise into you as you cum around his fingers and tongue and practically scream.

Your elbows give out until you’re lying slumped on the counter, staring at the ceiling until your eyes roll back and your spine curves away from the cool marble below you. When you finish squeezing your thighs around his head like you’re trying to dislocate his jaw, you feel Aizawa slowly withdraw his mouth from you and remove your thighs from around him. He stands up- still hard- and moves to help you sit up, so tender in his movements you almost forget the amount of bruises on the inside of your thighs.

“Holy shit.” You say blearily.

He chuckles lowly, looking down at you as you rub at your eyes. His lower face is still glistening with remnants of your own slick but you don’t care as you pull him in for an appreciative kiss before pulling back to gaze up at him and smile.

“Shota-“ you say, until you’re cut off by the piercing ring of your timer. You both wince at the sudden intrusion into your intimacy, but you’re glad of it later when you’re lying on the couch, feet in his lap, chewing on a cookie.

“You want one?” You ask, dusting crumbs off of yourself.

“I already ate.” He says back.

You throw a pillow at his head.

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thanks for reading!

As always, comments appreciated and suggestions welcome! :)

[solplease]

one day ill be able to draw hands…. not today but one day…

[moeblob]

I vote for Argenti! I hope you feel better soon!

Thank you ! I do feel much better (though I admit I hurt a little for very much my fault reasons but it's mostly manageable through light pain meds).

Take an Argenti o7 I got lazy and didn't draw the roses I was gonna draw to the left so there is now a wide open blank spot.

[r3djy]

Remembered that this thing exists and now i really want to finish it!!!!!! I just think jon is great and epic and its also spooktober so I'll be drawing him more now

[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Fun by the Pool

Smut

Chapter 250

2900 Words

(You and the twins surprise Mina with a morning breakfast. With some help from family you and Mina spend some time together, even sneaking some birthday sex.)

“Let’s try to be careful as we go up the stairs, okay?”

The twins nod, smiling and trying to hold their excitement. They walk behind you, imitating your movements as you climb stairs. They look at each other, Hina signaling to Ari to keep quiet, “Unnie, shh!”

When you get to the second floor, you hand them a cup of juice and the other a bouquet. “I’m going open the door, and when we come inside, we’ll inside happy birthday to Mommy, okay?” 

The two of them nod, “Yes, Daddy.”

You slowly open the door and tippy-toe inside, walking past the door and start singing Happy Birthday.

”Happy Birthday, Mommy!”

Mina, from her covers, pops her head out, slowly opening her eyes. Three figures start to come into view as she listens to her twins singing. “Thank you, babies.”

”We made mommy breakfast!”

”Thank you.”

”Happy Birthday, dear. The girls wanted to make you breakfast.”

”Is that true?”

Ari and Hina nod, smiling at their mother, “Yes, make mommy pancakes.”

“They look good; I can’t wait to taste them.” 

The girls smile and watch as their mother pours syrup on her pancakes. She cuts a small piece and takes a bite, “Omg, it’s so good!”

“Yay! Mommy likes food!” The twins hug each other at a job well done. They watch as their mother eats the pancakes, their mouth drooling at the smell of food. 

“Ahh!” 

They immediately opened their mouth, happy their mother offered them some food. Ari climbs on the bed and picks at the apple slices and strawberries. Hina looks at Ari with a frustrated expression, “Ari, no. That’s mommy’s food!”

Ari turns and sticks her tongue out, “bleh!”

“No!” Hina stomps her foot, “That’s my mommy’s food! Not Ari!”

You pick her up, trying to comfort her, “It’s okay, Hina. What if you give her the picture you drew for mommy?” Hina nods, rubbing her eye, “Okay, daddy.” 

You place her on the floor, open her backpack, and giving her drawing to Hina. She woddles to her Mina, “Mommy, look, Hina, draw a picture.” 

“Aww, thank you, Hina. Let’s see it together.” Hina nods, raises her arms, and lets you pick her up. She approaches Mina’s lap and says, “Look!” 

“Aww, I love it. Is that mommy?”

“Yeah, it’s mommy, Hina, Ari, and daddy.” Hina continues to point at the stick figures. “Ohh, I see you drew my long hair, but what’s this on top?” 

“Mommy, a princess. Mommy pretty.” 

“Thank you, Hina.” Mina hugs Hina, causing Ari to become jealous. “Mommy doesn’t like Ari! Mommy not hug Ari, just Hina!” She crosses her arms and pouts. 

“Does Ari want a hug from Daddy?”

“No! Ari wants hug from Mommy, not Daddy. Ari mad!” 

Mina tries to hold her laughter, seeing how cute Ari looks when she’s mad. “Ari, mommy likes Ari and Hina.” 

“But mommy not hugging Ari, only Hina.” 

Mina extends her arms, “Does Ari want to join?”

Ari looks down, upset, “Yes.” 

“Come here.” 

Ari makes her way to Mina and hugs the two of them. You try to take a photo when Mina says, “Girls, can daddy join too?”

The two of them nod, and you rush to give them an enormous bear hug. “Daddy, Ari can’t breathe.” The two other girls laugh at Ari’s overreaction.

The day continues with the four of you spending time together as a family. Eventually, Jisoo and Da-eun arrive in the living room and get the twin’s attention. 

“I asked Chaeyoung’s mom if she could watch the kids for a few hours. Let’s spend some time, just the two of us.” 

“Isn’t that too much?” 

“It’s fine, she said she enjoys watching the kids. Plus, it’s a way for them to get used to her, and now they’ll be her students.” 

“You’re right. I don’t want to bother her if we don’t have to,” says Mina.

“Just think about it. You deserve some time off.”

“I do. I do.” 

“You still have some legos sealed, right? Or games you’ve been wanting to play.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” 

“How about we build some Legos and relax.” 

“Okay. Let me get them from my closet.” 

The two of you walk to the game room, but as you enter, you notice Nayeon and Jeongyeon enjoying themselves in karaoke. Jeongyeon turns around and shouts, “Get out!”

Mina and you laugh as you exit the game room. She asks, “Where should we go?” Thinking of a quiet place, you suggest, “What about going to the pool house? It’s quiet, plus we’ll have a nice view.” 

Mina nods and the two of you walk a few minutes until you see the pool house. It’s Mina’s first time visiting, and is excited to take a tour. “Wow, it’s so spacious and pretty. I thought it would just be a small shed and a pool on the side, but it’s actually a whole house.” 

“It is. I figured it would be nice to have one, especially with the kids and members who want to get out of the summer heat.”

“Maybe we should bring the twins for swimming lessons,” says Mina as she imagines her babies learning how to swim.

“That would be great. Let’s ask them.” 

Mina continues to tour the pool house and places her bag on the table. “Let’s try to do one box and see how far we get.” 

You sit across from Mina and admire how invested she is. “I found another piece here.” She grabs it and puts it in its place, “Thanks.” 

“Doesn’t your head hurt by concentrating so much?” 

“Sometimes, but I really want to finish it.” 

“How about a break?” 

“Break?”

“Yeah, a half-hour break.”

“Okay. What do you want to do?” 

“Want to get in the pool?” 

Mina’s ears perk, curious about your decision. “The pool? I don’t have a swimsuit.” 

“Just our clothes, then.” 

Mina smacks your shoulder after listening to your suggestion, “Oppa, stop. You’re not serious, right?” 

You take off your shirt and toss it to the side. You grab Mina’s hand and pull her off her chair, “Come on.” At first, she hesitates but holds your hand. 

“Let's rinse before going in,” you say as you turn on the shower. You take off your shorts and toss them to the side. “Are you going to go in like that?” Mina watches you standing halfway naked and replies, “Turn around, don’t look.” 

You turn around and try to listen to what’s behind you. “Hey, no peeking!” You laugh, caught trying to sneak a peek. 

After a few seconds, she says, “I’m done.” You turn around and see Mina completely nude. You eye her from head to toe, “wow.” 

She covers her private parts and says, “Hentai!”

“Wait… what?”

 “Jōdandesu.”

You laugh at Mina for trying to crack a joke. There’s times when you don’t know if she’s serious or playing a joke on you.

You turn on the water, and the two of you rinse yourself. Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on your back and ask, “Yes?”

“Let me wash your back for you.” 

“Okay.” 

You feel the cold sensation of the body wash on your back. Mina gently lathers your back with the soap, making sure to get every spot. 

“It feels good.” 

Suddenly, you feel two small nubs press against your back. They slowly drag back and forth. You try to turn around, but Mina pushes your head back, “Don’t turn.” 

Mina continues to rub her mounds on you, pressing her body against yours as she washes you. She moves onto your arms and legs, making sure to clean the areas you can’t.

”Now it’s my turn.” 

You gently wash Mina’s flawless skin 

You admire Mina’s flawless skin as you wash her from behind. Everything about her is perfect. “I doubt anyone could tell you had children, Mina. Your body is so perfect.”

In a gentle and sophisticated manner replies with a “Thank you. I try to take care of myself.” 

“It shows,” you say as you begin to kiss her nape. She slightly lifts her head up from the sudden sensation and releases a soft moan. 

Noticing her reaction, you decide to take things up a notch and slide your hand past her waist. You slowly glide your hand toward her lower region and say, “I think this needs a bit of attention.” 

Mina gasps as she feels your hand move towards her lower lips. Your middle finger moves past her folds, making her moan. She grabs your hand and asks, “Ahh…what are you doing?”

”Washing you. I need to make sure you’re nice and clean.”

”But… not there…” squeezing her legs together. 

You continue to push your hand forward when your ring finger slips inside Mina’s folds. Her body squirms to the sensation and whines, “Oppa, please…” 

“Like this?” 

You insert more of your finger, scraping Mina’s walls. She moans louder, placing her hand around yours and inviting you in. “More…” You begin to thrust your finger, moving it in circles. 

Watching her expression, you insert another finger inside, causing her to lose balance from the overwhelming sensation. “Ahh… ahh!”

”You like that baby? Me, thrusting your fingers inside your pussy.” 

“Yes…”

You pull your fingers out and show Mina the mess she made, “Fuck… look how wet you are.” The both of you see as her thick juices drip onto the ground. You place your fingers into your mouth and lick them clean, making Mina bite her lip. 

She feels your cock gets hard behind her, pressing against her back. The feeling of your cock throbbing behind her is making her hot and horny. She turns around and grabs your face, putting her lips against yours and slowly making out. 

You turn off the water and slowly make your way out of the shower, lifting Mina and placing her on the bathroom sink. You pull yourself away and get on your knees and spread Mina’s legs open. 

Without a second thought, you move your face towards her lower region and drag your tongue against her leaking pussy. Mina feels her whole body becoming overwhelmed with goosebumps as you start to eat her out. 

She holds the back of your head as you make out with her pussy. The more you taste her wet and tender lower lips, the more you get addicted to her sweet nectar. The steady stream of sweet honey flows into your mouth and down your throat, “Ahh… oppa… you’re going to make me cum…”

You wrap your hands around her thighs, balancing yourself as you try to reach her deepest parts. Mina slowly begins to knead her breasts as she watches you on your knees. 

“Wait, oppa… I’m going to cum… get up.”

“Cum.”

”No, it’s embarrassing.”

Instead, you give her a small push as you aim your focus towards her clit. Mina pushes your head away, “Wait… what are you doing? Ahh…”

You increase the pace, digging your face into her cunt as you beg for your meal. “Cum for me, baby, I want to taste all of you.”

Not being able to hold any longer, she pinches her nipples as she cums. “AHH!” A heavy stream of liquid comes rushing towards your face, flooding your mouth as you try to take every ounce into your mouth. 

The bathroom is filled with Mina’s heavy breathing, her body hot from orgasm. She watches as you lift your face, her juices covering your mouth. 

There’s a lustful look in her eyes. Still innocent like the Mina, you know, but someone who is close to being corrupted. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes and notice her silent plea for more.

You wrap your arms around her small waist and lift her, walking towards the outside of the house and into the beach chairs. You lay yourself against the chair as the two of you make out. 

Mina pulls away, not being able to wait any longer; she grabs your hardened cock. She lifts herself and aligns your cock above her entrance. You watch as she lowers herself; your cock spreads her entrance allowing you to slide into her hot womb.

“Hmmm…

Mina traces her finger against her lower region as your cock makes its way inside. She stops and gasps, feeling her baby room being adjusted to your length. 

She puts her hands on your chest and starts riding you slowly. There’s a silence as she rides you. With the silence, your attention focuses on what's in front of you and the pleasure of your bodies together.

Your hands carefully move from her waist to her breast. She moans as you massage her breast, still sensitive after childbirth.

Noticing your attention towards her breast, she gets closer, placing her breast towards your face. You look up and see her expression giving you the green light.

You attach yourself to her breast, tracing your tongue on her nipple. “Ahh..” Mina moans, wrapping her arms around your neck. 

“It’s okay. Mommy has you.” 

Those words are like music to your ears. You suckle on her nipple while massaging the other. Mina moans softly, enjoying your attention on her breast. She continues to ride you, “Ahh… you really like my boobs, oppa.”

“I miss drinking your breast milk.” 

“Oppa, you’re bad. You know that’s for the twins.” 

“So? They need to learn how to share.” 

“They do; our girls are good girls,” she says as she strokes your head. 

“They are, unlike their mommy.”

Surprised, she asks, “Ehh? What do you mean?”

“That their mommy is a bad girl. Seducing daddy with her body.” 

Mina’s ears turn red from embarrassment, and she responds, “I’m not bad; I just have needs.” 

“Ohh, I want to hear more about that. What kind of needs?”

There’s some silence; Mina covers her face, avoiding your gaze. “Come on, tell me.” 

“I. I can’t. It’s embarrassing.” 

“Please…”

“I enjoy when you make me feel good. You treat me like a princess and spoil me. I like it when you do, you know, things to me.” She hides her face on your chest out of embarrassment.” 

“You like it when I make you feel good?”

“Yeah…”

“Then let me make you feel good,” you say as you pick her up and place her back on the beach chair. You raise her legs all the way, with her ankles behind her head. She yelps as you give her little time to react, aligning your cock towards her entrance. 

Mina groans as your cock spreads her tight cunt, “ahh… ahh…” You slowly push yourself forward as you create a visible bulge in the stomach. Mina bites her lip, stopping herself from moaning out loud. 

“Is this what you want?”

”Ye…yes.” 

“I was right; you’re such a bad girl.”

”I…I am. You need to punish me…”

You then increase the pace of your thrusting, watching as Mina’s boobs bounce from the rapid movement. As time passes, Mina’s eyes start to tremble, sometimes rolling back from the sensation of getting her womb played with. 

“Fuck Mina. If your fans knew how cock hungry you are, they would be so disappointed.”

”I… I think they would understand. I have needs, too.”

”They won’t. I know they would go crazy if they saw you like this,” you say as you press the large bulge.

”They won’t, our fans are great. They’d understand.”

”What if they saw you like this?” You pull out most of your cock, only leaving the head, when you shove it back inside, hitting the end of her womb.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Mina coughs out loud, drool running the right side of her mouth as she bites her lip. Her eyes roll back, and her walls grip on your cock tightly. 

“God damn, your pussy is squeezing me!” You can feel it want to milk you and immediately cum inside of her, “I’m cumming, fuck!”

”Ahh! It’s so hot! I can feel your cummies flooding me!”

Your breathing is heavy as you pump her full of your thick seed. Your cock makes a large popping sound as you pull out ”*pop!”

“Fuck… that’s a lot,” you say as you watch a large amount of cum ooze out of Mina’s pussy. 

Mina struggles to move but scoops a finger full of cum and stares at it. “It’s so thick. I might be joining the other two.”

”Haha. Ari has been asking for a baby brother.”

Mina smiles at the idea, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

——

After your quick session, the two of you will try to get back to the Lego building. Mina stares at the pool and says, “My body is a bit sore. Is it okay if we extend the break?” 

“Want to jump in?”

”Is the water cold?”

”Let’s find out,” you say as you suddenly pick up Mina and running towards the pool and jump into it. Mina screams as the two of you fall into the water, soaking her completely. 

“Oppa!”

”Haha.”

The two of you spend a while in the pool having, swimming a few laps or splashing each other with water. 

[ggukivrse]

henna kisses | jjk

summary. in which you're stuck waiting for your henna to dry, and jungkook takes full advantage to pepper you with kisses

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

word count: 0.6k

genre/warnings: established relationship au, FLUFF, they’re just very much in love it’s sick

notes: first of all, TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS OMG :0 i literally started this acc 3 weeks ago so this is wild to me, but genuinely, thank you so so much ☹️ i wrote this drabble as a baby army so it’s very self indulgent loll, but some of you wanted to read it when i mentioned it here, so here it is :> likes, comments, reblogs, asks & feedback are very appreciated! enjoy reading <33

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Your hands are frozen in mid-air, fingers spread, palms facing the ceiling like you're offering up something delicate to the universe. The henna glistens wetly against your skin, intricate patterns looping and curling over your fingers and wrists.

You can't move. You can't touch anything. You can't even scratch the itch teasing the inside of your elbow. And Jungkook knows it.

He's sitting cross-legged in front of you, chin resting on one hand. He looks far too pleased with himself, far too comfortable.

"You know," you say, careful not to shift too much, "this is your fault."

"My fault?" he echoes, all fake innocence, the corners of his mouth twitching. "You're the one who wanted henna."

"You're the one who did the henna," you argue, looking down at the designs blooming over your skin. Tiny flowers, delicate vines, little stars tucked into the spaces between your knuckles. "And you made it so pretty. I didn't know you could even draw like this."

He beams, the kind of smile that makes your stomach flip even though you're firmly planted on the couch. "I had good inspiration."

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are heating up. You can't even hide it; your hands are too occupied to pull a pillow over your face or smack him playfully like you usually would.

And Jungkook knows. He scoots closer, the couch cushions dipping under his weight. You narrow your eyes at him.

"Kook," you warn. "Don't you dare."

He grins, devilish, and before you can do anything, he's leaning in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, feather-light. You squeak, trying to recoil, but you can't do much without ruining the henna.

"You're defenseless," he singsongs, poking at your cheek with the gentlest tap of his finger. You jerk your head away instinctively and he laughs, low and breathy, the sound vibrating right into your chest.

"I hate you," you mutter, glaring.

"You love me," he corrects, like it's the simplest truth in the world.

And he doesn't give you a chance to argue, swooping in to press a kiss to your forehead. Another to your temple. One to the tip of your nose. He's quick about it, peppering kisses wherever he can reach, giggling when you try to dodge.

"Jungkook," you whine, laughing despite yourself. "You're going to make me mess it up!"

"I'm helping," he insists, kissing the corner of your mouth, so soft and sweet it makes your heart ache a little. "Distractions make time go faster."

You groan, slumping against the couch, careful to keep your hands up. "You're impossible."

"You picked me," he reminds you smugly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His fingertips are warm and careful, like he knows you can't retaliate and is being extra gentle to compensate. "You and your pretty hands."

Your voice is small when you say it, but it slips out anyway. "You really did a good job."

Jungkook's smile softens. He leans back just enough to look at your hands, admiration flickering across his face like he's proud of the art and proud of you just for trusting him with it.

"You look beautiful," he says simply, no teasing now, just honest, overwhelming affection. "Hands and all."

You can't hug him. You can't kiss him back. All you can do is sit there, heart pounding out a rhythm that's almost as intricate as the designs he drew on you, and wait for the henna — and maybe your own overwhelming feelings — to dry.

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[haerni]

[ ♥︎ ] ── drunkenly in love  |  lhs.

in which heeseung comes to you with stupid smiles, slurred words ‘nd with tipsy thoughts of you.

content : fem reader , fluff , intoxication , drunk hee! , petnames , wc. 811 , minimal proofread . hes a lil bit clingy & a loser but hes charming ! ><

notes. videos of heeseung giggling while drunk is actually cute like omg i will bite u

“hi, baby.”

heeseung smiles at you like you have just saved the world and frankly, maybe you did in another universe—maybe you did not, either way heeseung adores you with any shape or form that he could muster up.

and his smile is contagious, muttering off into the night his eyes fluttering as he shift his weight on his right leaning to the door frame of your home with jay beside him on his left assisting him in fear of him falling on his own weight.

jay smiles apologetically, “the guys kept giving him drinks. he kept losing in the game, to be honest.” he says as he tries to keep your boyfriend upright. “sorry, yn. he kept saying he should see you and he wouldn’t stop whining.”

you crinkle at the thought, “it’s okay. thank you for bringing him home safe.” you waved off. “you should go, i’m pretty sure jake is vomiting out.. the window?”

you hear a curse leaving from his mouth, panicking as he looks back into the car.

“shit. i’m really sorry, again. gotta get those guys home.” he sighs exasperatedly.

a giggle escapes you, bidding the man goodbyes and a well safe travel. taking heeseung from his arms and from your door frame, your boyfriend drapes himself over you. a strong smell of liquor comes from him, making you scrunch away a little from the scent. he hums from the contact instantly melting over you.

“you smell so good,” he muttered, nuzzling into your head. “i’ve missed you, pretty.”

“you got pretty drunk, huh?” a lilt in your tone tells him you’re not all too mad at him. not really finding any reason to do so, you figured he deserves to loosen up a little bit and have fun with the guys.

he only nods thoughtlessly, dragging himself inside your home all the way to your shared bedroom with you by his side. he plops down the mattress as he lays there smacking his lips and frowning trying to relieve the reeling of his head.

“i should get you some water. stay here, ‘seungie.” untangling yourself from him, you stand making your way outside, but not even a step forward a hand wraps up to your wrist forcing you to stay on your spot.

“where are you going?” he looks a little like a lost deer under the warm lights, his eyes sharing the same shine. “don’t go.” a pout resides on his lips as he tries to keep himself up from the bed.

“i’m just getting you water, you need to stay hydrated, hee.” you try to reason with him.

“‘m fine, just stay here.” he tugs you to him.

you try to resist, standing your ground into getting him some water, but his grip on you only stays as you move some more.

in your endeavor of keeping your boyfriend hydrated has somehow ended up with you losing your balance and him dragging you to lay by his side of the bed with his arms encased around you. you huffed, accepting your faith and would have to get him something in the morning (you can only trust that jay has already took care of him and managed to get him to drink something other than alcohol in his system.)

heeseung hums pleased, feeling your body against his as the night descends upon his mind and eyes. a semblance of comfort takes him with your warmth that he recognizes. admitting defeat you let yourself be engulfed with heeseung’s embrace.

it’s quiet.

but you don’t mind, you bask in it and so does heeseung. his fingers trail over your skin, drawing random patterns of anything just to feel you. the night strolls a little slower now.

“..hey,” heeseung whispers softly.

you grin at him, you couldn’t help it. after all it was heeseung, it was just him, but it was enough for the butterflies finding themselves in your stomach, “hey, you too.”

there was something in the way his cheeks are all in a soft cherry color and that dopey smile that adorns his face whenever he drinks a little too much than he would take, was just endearing to you. and his eyes just flutter more and his face breaks out from adoration—you couldn’t fall just a little more than you already did.

“i love you.” he did so, breathing it as if a prayer he utters every night. “i love you so much— god, you probably have no idea, baby.”

it’s desperation that you yearn just as the same, and maybe the simplicity of it, was everything all at once that was enough for you. your eyes find his once more as they hold sincerity that can rival how deep the ocean can go.

“i love you too, hee.” you whispered just as the same. “more than yesterday, less than tomorrow.”

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[bananasplit133]

I LOVE YOUR WORKS OMG

Can I ask if you can write some random headcanons for some of his variants??(like viltrumite mark, shiesty/cowboy mark, sinister mark, lensless mark, Omni mark, mohawk and full masked mark) 😔

THANK YOU, ANON.

Here's (Nicknames they'd call you + Random headcanons at the end) :D

Nicknames They’d Call You

Because each Mark has his own way of expressing (or suppressing) his feelings for you.

Alternate Invincible/Reader

ft: Viltrumite Mark, Sinister Mark, No Goggles Mark , Omnivincible, Mohawk Mark, Fully Masked Mark , Striped Mark, UNmasked Mark

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Omnivincible - Pet, my mate, my little human

Omnivincible doesn’t see you as his equal, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cherish you. He calls you pet with a sickening amount of affection, stroking your cheek like he’s admiring his favorite possession. When he calls you my mate, it’s always with this deep, territorial rumble, like he’s reminding himself that you belong to him. And little human? That one slips out when he’s being soft—when he’s tucking you into his side after a battle, or when he lets you trace the scars on his arms.

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Mohawk Mark - Babe, punk, little menace

Mohawk Mark has a carefree and rebellious spirit that shines through in everything he does. He calls you babe casually, showing his affection without overthinking it. When he calls you punk, it’s a playful nickname that reflects his appreciation for your boldness and attitude. And little menace is a cheeky way of acknowledging the trouble you get into together, with a hint of admiration for your adventurous nature. He loves the energy you bring into his life, making every moment feel electrifying and full of excitement.

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Sinister Mark - Annoyance, pest, my toy

He swears he doesn’t care about you. You’re just an annoyance, always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. A pest who lingers in the back of his mind when he should be focusing on more important things. But when he lets his guard down? When it’s just the two of you in the dead of night, and he’s watching you with something unreadable in his eyes? That’s when he calls you my toy. His voice is low, almost dangerous, and he’s daring you to prove him wrong—to show him you mean more to him than that.

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Target/Striped Mark - Lowlife, my dear, little thing

To Target Mark, you’re a weak little human, and he reminds you of that constantly. “Stay out of my way, lowlife,” he sneers, but there’s something almost possessive in the way he says it. When he’s in a rare good mood, he might call you my dear, drawing it out with that infuriating smirk. And when you surprise him—when you fight back, when you show him you’re not as breakable as he thought—that’s when he calls you little thing. His voice goes soft, almost fond. You’re not his equal, but you intrigue him.

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No Goggles Mark - You, idiot, my weakness

He’s so angry at himself for caring about you. You’re an idiot for staying by his side, and he’s an idiot for letting you. When he calls you you, it’s always laced with frustration—“You. Get out of here.” But you never do. And that makes you his weakness. He won’t admit it, but the way his hands linger on you, the way his voice breaks when he thinks you’re hurt—it’s undeniable.

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Viltrumite Mark - Beloved, my reason, treasure

Viltrumite Mark has no need for petty human emotions, or so he tells himself. But when he holds you, when he looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world, he calls you beloved. His reason. His treasure. He says them with quiet reverence, his forehead pressed to yours, like he’s trying to commit you to memory in case he loses you.

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Unmasked Mark - Hope, light, angel

You’re the only thing good left in his world. Hope is what he calls you when he looks at you like he wants to believe in something again. Light is whispered under his breath when you smile at him, when you pull him back from the edge. And angel? That one’s different. That one’s said in a cracked voice, in a moment of pure vulnerability, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he says it out loud.

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Fully Masked Mark - My love, precious, mine

He’s obsessed with you. He doesn’t just love you—he needs you. My love is murmured like a prayer, over and over again, as he pulls you closer. Precious is spoken with an almost painful tenderness, as if he’s terrified of breaking you. But mine? Mine is the one he says with raw desperation, with a steel grip around your wrist, with a look in his eyes that says he’ll never let you go.

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RANDOM HEADCANONS

Omnivincible-

- He views you as a treasured possession, and any threat to your safety sparks his ruthless side. He'll eliminate anyone he perceives as a danger to you without hesitation.

-His affection often comes with an unsettling undertone, as he sees you as a part of his empire. He may stroke your cheek affectionately, but it’s always with an intensity that says you’re his and his alone.

- He struggles with guilt over his conquests and often tries to ease that burden by keeping you close. He wants to ensure you never feel the weight of his actions, even if it means manipulating your perceptions of the world around you

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Mohawk Mark

-He drags you into chaotic escapades, often without a second thought. The thrill of danger exhilarates him, and he finds joy in testing boundaries—even if it leads to reckless decisions.

-He loves to tease you, calling you babe and punk with a playful smirk, but there’s an edge to his playfulness. He enjoys watching you squirm and will push your buttons just to see how far he can go.

-Beneath his carefree facade lies a cunning strategist. He revels in the chaos he creates, and while he enjoys your company, he’ll never hesitate to put his own desires first, even if it puts you at risk.

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Sinister Mark

-He views you as a possession, often declaring you my toy in a way that sends chills down your spine. His fixation grows darker, making you both intrigued and terrified by his affection.

-He often displays affection in morbid ways, like collecting small tokens of your presence—things you’ve touched or worn. He might kiss your lips a little too hard, deliberately biting them to draw a bit of blood, relishing the taste as a reminder of his connection to you.

-He revels in the fear he instills, often letting you see the darker sides of his nature. When he whispers twisted fantasies to you, he may lean in close and trace the cut on your lip with his tongue, ensuring you know that your pain and pleasure are intricately linked in his mind.

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Target/Striped Mark

-He revels in his superiority and constantly reminds you of your place beneath him. Calling you lowlife is a power play, a way to assert his dominance while simultaneously being drawn to you.

- In rare moments of vulnerability, he might let his guard down, but it’s often laced with condescension. When he calls you my dear, there’s a mix of arrogance and genuine fondness, a battle within himself.

- He enjoys keeping you close, but it’s always with an agenda. He’ll use you as a pawn in his plans, making it clear that your existence serves his interests above all else.

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No Goggles Mark 

- Mark thrives on chaos and enjoys provoking reactions from you. His wild grin and giddy laughter reveal how much he relishes the destruction around him, and he finds joy in scaring you just as much as he enjoys the thrill of battle. He might playfully challenge you to hit him, genuinely excited about the pain, seeing it as a game to push your limits.

-He has a twisted sense of affection, mixing playful teasing with darker impulses. When he holds you close, it’s with an intensity that’s both possessive and thrilling. He’ll laugh off injuries, encouraging you to hit him or even react violently, finding a strange delight in the way you both navigate fear and excitement together.

-Despite his unpredictable and dangerous nature, Mark possesses an unsettling charm. He can switch from terrifying to oddly sweet in an instant, making it hard to decipher his true intentions. He might grip your shoulders tightly, leaning in close with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaving you both intrigued and unsettled by his unpredictable behavior.

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Viltrumite Mark

- He tries to suppress his feelings for you, believing that emotions are a weakness. But beneath that facade lies a man who’s torn between duty to the empire and his desire for you.

-He views his love as a weakness, and though he tries to push you away, he often pulls you closer when it suits him. Your presence is comforting, but he sees it as a distraction from his greater goals.

- When he admits feelings for you, it’s in a way that reflects his indoctrination. He may see you as a potential ally in his conquest, complicating your relationship with his ulterior motives.

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Unmasked Mark

- Your presence serves as a reminder of what he’s lost, and he often feels unworthy of your affection. He fights against his darker instincts, wanting to protect you but fearing he might hurt you instead.

- He admires you deeply, but his self-loathing often leads him to push you away. He’ll call you hope in moments of desperation, longing for the innocence you represent.

-While he cherishes you, he sees you as a light in his darkness—a burden he feels guilty about. He fears what he might become, yet he clings to you in hopes of redemption.

----

Fully Masked Mark

- He’s utterly obsessed with you and will go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side. His possessiveness often leads him to isolate you from others, believing he’s protecting you.

- He sees you as his salvation from the horrors of his world, and while he loves you fiercely, he often intertwines that love with his darker impulses.

-When he wraps his arms and legs around you, it’s a desperate attempt to feel whole. He often whispers sweet affirmations, but there’s a darkness lurking beneath his devotion—an ever-present fear of losing you to the world he’s created.

(this took me so long to write; im gonna explode)

[saatorus]

hiiii i got an idea

idk if uve seen those tiktoks of usher feeding cherries to ppl inthe audience. but its soo hot and their making eye contact n everything. and usher gets shy lmfaoo. u should do the same scenario but w gojo, geto, and ur favs. afterwards he cant stop thinking abt u n shit. anyways just an idea u could play with,, love uu

wc — 2.4k

warnings — suggestiveness, sukuna is slightly insane

pairings — satoru gojo, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna

authors note: omg my first request ever... i hope i did you justice anon, i saw this yesterday at the gym and came home and immediately cooked this up

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru Gojo is known for his almost intimate shows—

Velvet lights, huge crowds swaying with the music, and Satoru in all his sexy glory. Truly, his stylists did him good. White shirt unbuttoned halfway, black slacks hugging his thighs—he’s gonna be trending on Twitter by tomorrow—mic held loose in one hand, confidence dripping off him like sweat. He sings like he’s talking to each and every person in the audience, every lyric of one of his more sultrier songs dipped in flirtation.

Another thing about him is that the man is shameless. Shameless in the sense that he’d flirt with fans, write the filthiest lyrics known to man but somehow make it sound like he’s not, purposely take off his shirt on stage, making the large screen behind him fill up with the view of his toned body—you can imagine the rest.

So it’s no surprise that at the end of each concert, he goes around each of the areas of the concert hall, a small jar of candied cherries in hand, picking whoever caught his eye so that he could feed them one onstage—make them squirm under the weight of his gaze, laugh into the mic when they get shy, soak up the moment with a wink that turns into a trending edit by morning.

But tonight?

Tonight, he picks you.

You're near the front, tucked behind a group of louder fans who’ve been trying to catch his attention all night, clutching the edge of your bag with both hands and watching him like he’s some unreal mirage.

It’s that shyness that snags him.

He stops in front of you. Head tilted. His grin spreads slow. Smooth. Deadly.

“You,” he says into the mic, voice warm, lazy. “You’re pretty. Real pretty.”

The crowd screams. Your eyes widen. His gaze drops for just a second—his lashes flutter low—and you realize with a flush that he’s definitely giving your chest a once-over. Subtle. Calculated. Appreciative.

He laughs softly and leans in closer.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he teases. “You have to do it with me. C’mon—please?”

He says it so casually, but there’s something molten under the playfulness. And when he pops the lid of the cherry jar and plucks one out with two fingers, the mic dangles down and he’s not even talking anymore—just watching you.

Waiting.

You swallow, eyes flicking from the cherry to his face. He’s so close. Too close.

Still, you lean in.

You part your lips slow—tentative at first—and then shift. You don’t just take the cherry. No, something in you kicks in. Boldness, nerves, the power of the moment—you close your lips around his fingers. Barely brush your tongue against them as you take the cherry into your mouth.

The texture of the syrup. The heat of his skin. You draw back only slightly, lips glossy, chewing slow.

And God—Gojo freezes.

He blinks. The smile falters for half a second. His gaze drops to your mouth, then shoots back up to your eyes like he’s trying to play it off. But his whole body language shifts. His posture stiffens. Mic drops just a little. He clears his throat with a little laugh—but it’s cracked, breathier than usual.

He cannot stop looking at you.

His jaw ticks. You swear you see his pupils dilate, his throat bob with a swallow. His free hand flexes at his side like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

And then?

He doesn’t finish the rest of the cherry ritual.

He doesn’t go to the other areas.

He mutters something into the mic about an encore and disappears backstage the moment the lights dim—hand shielding his face, head ducked low, muttering something to his manager with flushed ears and a not-so-subtle bulge in his slacks that gets caught in one of the fan cams later.

You think that’s it.

But five minutes later, a staff member taps your shoulder and quietly escorts you through the back. Past hallways. Past doors.

He’s waiting.

Shirt undone, sweat still glistening on his chest, a water bottle barely touched on the table next to him. He looks up when you enter. Doesn’t say anything at first.

Just walks over, leans down—

And murmurs in your ear, voice playful and sexy;

“How do you feel about signing an NDA?”

--- Suguru Geto:

Geto Suguru is the quiet one.

Not the lead singer. Not the attention-grabbing, crowd-hyping frontman. That’s not his thing.

He’s the one who stands half in the shadows, guitar strapped low, head tilted down with damp hair hiding half his face. He rarely speaks on the mic—just plays with this eerie, precise, low-burning intensity that feels like it’s aimed straight at you.

And God, does it work.

His band, Black Vein, has this tradition. At every show, sometime between the second to last and the final song, one of the members will grab a cherry—candied, dark red, the kind that glistens in stage light—and pick a girl from the crowd to feed it to. It’s become their signature bit. Sensual. A little cocky. A little unhinged.

Choso makes it romantic somehow—flushed cheeks and all. Toji does it all the time. Grabs girls by the jaw like it’s nothing. He practically dry humps the air doing it.

But Suguru?

Never.

He’s never done it. Not once. He usually slips to the back of the stage, sipping water while his bandmates act feral. It’s part of his charm—he’s above all that. He’s mystery and tension and slow smirks that say nothing and everything at once.

So when the lights dim and the instrumental intro to the closing song starts pulsing, and the band steps forward for the bit—the crowd doesn’t even expect him to move.

Until he does.

Casually. Calmly. He walks to the front of the stage with a cherry between his fingers and says into the mic, low and smooth—

“Well… there seems to be someone I wanna do this with tonight.”

The venue explodes.

Girls are screaming. Everyone’s pushing forward, trying to figure out who he's looking at. Phones are raised, lights flashing—and you?

You just freeze.

Because he’s walking in your direction. Steps slow. Lazy. That half-smirk on his face like he already knows how this ends. His dark eyes sweep the barricade. Then stop. On you.

You point at yourself. Confused. “Me?” you mouth, totally in disbelief.

He snickers into the mic, head tilting.

“Yeah. You.”

Your heart jumps so hard it might crawl out of your mouth. You're just standing there, kind of tucked behind some taller people, clutching your little purse and screaming all the lyrics. Maybe crying during that one song from their old EP.

And yet here he is, crouching at the edge of the stage. Guitar still slung on his back. Arm rested on his knee. The cherry held between his inked fingers as he leans in, waiting.

And God help you—you do it.

You lean forward over the barricade, crowd pressing all around you, and you part your lips so slowly. You look up at him through your lashes as your mouth closes over the cherry. You barely brush his fingers with your lips, just a hint, just enough to make him suck in a breath through his nose.

And you don’t stop there.

You let the juice hit your tongue, sweet and syrupy, and then you lick your lips after. Purposefully. Not overly dramatic. Just slow. And prettily.

Geto’s jaw flexes.

His throat works around a swallow.

He shifts his stance—subtle, but anyone watching closely would see it.

He clears his throat once, stands, and doesn’t say anything else.

He plays the final song with his head down and his legs just a little too tightly together. Doesn’t come near the mic. Doesn’t join the final chorus chant like usual. The moment the song ends, he slings his guitar off and disappears backstage.

The video? Oh, it blows up.

“GETO FINALLY DOES THE CHERRY THING WTF”

“Geto Suguru was NOT okay after that girl ate the cherry like THAT”

“who is she. WHO. IS. SHE. I AM ON A QUEST.”

Twitter’s on fire. Edits are made in seconds. Someone zooms in on his face the second you lick your lips, slowing it down frame by frame. He tries to play it cool. Ignores the notifications blowing up his phone. But two hours later, after a shower and a silence that makes Toji tease him relentlessly, Geto finally gives in. He finds your Instagram—through the tagged posts, stories, some unhinged fanpages. Seems like one of your friends who was there with you owns one of the unhinged fanpages. You’re tagged in a blurry crowd pic with the caption “bro suguru is in love with her.”

And yeah. Maybe he is a little.

So he sends you a DM. No burner account. Full main. No shame.

s7guru:

so, u like cherries huh?

---

Ryomen Sukuna:

Ryomen Sukuna’s concerts aren’t about the music.

They’re about the experience. The chaos. The heat. The spectacle.

People don’t go to see Sukuna sing—they go to survive him.

He’s not just the frontman of Japan’s most feral alt-rock band—he’s a legend, a menace, a walking threat to public decency. He’s banned from three venues for “public indecency” (whatever that means), and fans still scream for tickets every time they go on sale.

Every night of the tour, he does something unpredictable.

Last week it was throwing water bottles into the pit and calling it “hydration slut time.” The night before, it was making out with a guy on stage, pulling back to say “don’t flatter yourself—it’s for those hoes obsessed with editin’ me on that damn tiktok app.” 

And tonight?

Tonight, the cherry jar’s already in his hand as he walks on stage. But there’s a twist.

“New rule,” he announces into the mic. His voice is raw and electric. “I’m not feeding anyone tonight.”

The crowd: BOOING.

Sukuna, grinning: “Unless one of you little brats thinks you can outdo me. I’m taking challengers.”

That’s the game.

He’s not just handing cherries out tonight. He’s challenging people. Playing seduction chicken.

One by one, fans are chosen. Sukuna feeds them a cherry, stares into their eyes, and waits to see who cracks first. He’s undefeated. Everyone laughs, giggles, or stumbles under the heat of his stare. He’s cocky. Cruel. Loving the control.

Until he picks you.

You’re already near the stage—dressed like you want to be seen. You’re here to enjoy the show. You didn’t expect him to choose you.

But when he locks eyes with you, something shifts.

He doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t wink.

He just… slows down. Tilts his head.

Like he’s studying you.

“You,” he says into the mic, voice lower now. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He crouches again, holding the cherry between thumb and forefinger—close enough that you can smell the syrup. And the moment you meet his eyes?

You smirk. No nerves. No giggling. Just challenge.

And when he leans in to feed it to you, you part your lips—slowly—and let the cherry slide in, tongue curling around the stem as you suck it out of his fingers with the kind of mouth porn precision that is described in those tumblr fanfictions with a large NSFW minors don't interact slapped across the top of the post.

You keep your eyes on him the entire time.

You’re not blushing. You’re not breaking. You’re performing.

And he’s the one who stumbles.

Sukuna blinks. Swears under his breath. His hand flexes. The mic dips for a second.

“Fuck—” he mutters, voice nearly cut off by the mic.

He stands up too fast. Walks off to the side of the stage. The band scrambles to cover for him while he adjusts himself hard behind one of the amps, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched.

He misses the next two cues. Doesn’t return for the finale.

The crowd loses their shit—thinking he got mad. But the clip goes viral instantly on twitter.

“SUKUNA GETS OUT-SLUTTED FOR THE FIRST TIME??? 😳

“he literally disappeared after she did that 😭😭”

The TikTok comments go feral:

“WHO IS SHE.”

“no because she didn’t even flinch.”

“no way mans needed a breather after a girl slurped a cherry.”

“he’s so down bad he ghosted his own concert.”

He doesn’t find you. He tracks you down.

Like in person. Like a menace.

Two days after the concert, you’re chilling at a cafe quite close to where the venue for his concert was, absolutely not thinking he’d ever show up.

And then?

You hear boots.

Heavy. Loud. Confident.

You look up.

And there he is.

Sukuna. In real life. In daylight.

Hair messier. Tattoos peeking from a loose hoodie. No stage lights. No screaming fans. Just him. 

And you. He’s got the same feral look in his eyes, but it’s worse now. Personal.

“So this is where you hide,” he says, like you owe him something. “Sucked one cherry and dipped like it didn’t mean shit?”

You blink. “I… What the fuck?”

He scoffs, hands in his pockets, all cocky swagger as he steps closer.

“I’ve been thinking about it for 48 hours straight. I left mid-song. Got chewed out by management. You think I’m gonna just move on?”

Turns out he asked security for the footage.

Got your face from the close-ups.

Zoomed in on your wrist band.

Tracked you through mutuals and tagged photos from fans at the show.

He even bribed a guy at the venue with signed merch to get the ticket name list.

For God’s sake he ended up somehow getting in contact with a friend of yours who told him that you usually lounge around this cafe on your free days to get some studying in (after he gruffly messaged her and explained he only had good intentions).

He did all that. Just to find you.

Why?

Because he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the look in your eyes. The way your lips wrapped around the cherry like you probably would look way better with your lips around his cock—

He leans in close—way too close for a casual chat.

“You came to my show, played my game, and walked away like you didn’t just fuck with my head.”

His voice drops lower.

“So. You gonna fix that, or what?”

[solar-wing]

⚣ Dick: The Popular Kid 😉

⚣😉 A/N → @swimmingpainterhandsfreak here you are! This is going to come in 3 parts, this one for Dick, and the next two for Jason and Conner separately. Every time I tried to do them all together, I kept getting stuck. They'll all be included in each other's in some fashion, but they'll still all have their own respective parts. Also, because I couldn't find it in my heart to do a fic where Y/N had to choose. Call me a wimp, IDC! Okay maybe just a little...either way, enjoy! WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Courting Rituals | Highschool AU | Alpha Dick Grayson | Omega Male Reader | No one is a vigilante | Dick and Jason are not brothers | Dick is the stereotypical popular kid | Smut |

⚣😉 Summary → Dick, the most popular Alpha in school and one of the sweetest souls anyone will ever meet has his eyes on someone special. What's his plan?

⚣😉 Words → 7.0k

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💙

⚣ ENJOY 😉

Dick Grayson? Everyone knows who Dick Grayson is.

Everyone where he went, people swooned and fawned over him like some graceful dignitary or even divine being had just crossed their paths. His charisma was magnetic, drawing others into his orbit effortlessly.

With a smile that could disarm the most skeptical and a charm that seemed to flow from him like a natural force, he moved through the corridors as if he owned them, yet always with a friendly word or a helping hand for those around him. He wasn't just admired; he was adored, a living legend among ordinary teenagers.

And yet, you’d never know it from how Dick acted around others.

Dick Grayson remained remarkably humble and grounded. Unlike many in his position, he never let the almost worshiping attention warp his character. His kindness knew no bounds, and his humility was genuine.

Despite being the adoptive son of Gotham's beloved billionaire, Bruce Wayne, and having access to all the privileges that came with it, Dick never flaunted his status or wealth. Instead, he used his influence for good, often volunteering his time to help those less fortunate in Gotham City.

His actions spoke volumes, proving that true greatness lies not in the accolades one receives but in the way one treats others. In a world where fame and fortune often breed arrogance and entitlement, Dick Grayson stood out as a shining example of grace and compassion.

Bruce was the “Billionaire Playboy,” and Dick was subsequently deemed as “Gotham’s Prince Charming.”

And every prince needed someone to share their kingdom with; Dick Grayson was no exception.

Which is why Gotham’s most prestigious high school and its student population were positively abuzz with excitement at the rumors flying around that Dick was planning to court someone. While many had their own ideas (most being hopes that Dick would choose them), mostly everyone had one certain candidate in mind that had beseeched their heart of their school’s Prince Charming.

“Bitch, are you blind? Have you not seen how hot Y/N and Dick look together?” Sasha replied.

“OMG, yeeess! Like seriously, imagine how cute their kids would be. And Dick would probably be like the world’s best dad.” Manny screeched.

“Fuck all that. Y/N needs to give a real Alpha a chance.” Kevin proclaimed, puffing his chest out.

Everyone at the lunch table eyed the athlete while trying to hold back their chuckles, “Dude, no offense. But, you’ve got nothing on Dick. I wonder how Jason and Conner are gonna react.”

“Well, the four of them have been best friends since what, like the 1st grade? I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Ethan said bored, scrolling through his social media feed on his phone before coming across an interesting post, “Oh, would you look at that, Dick proposed to Y/N.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone collectively screamed at the table before Ethan’s phone was snatched out of his hand so they could all see.

“Rude,” The beta scoffed.

Dick had known Y/N practically since diapers after Bruce adopted him when his parents were caught in a fatal accident. The Omega’s parents, specifically his dad, had been classmates and friends with the billionaire.

From the early days of their childhood, they went from being adolescents who were thrown in the playpen together while their parents hung out and caught up, to being thick as thieves, joined at the hip, and now serving as constant headaches for the adults. They shared everything from toys and snacks to hopes and dreams, their laughter echoing through the halls of Wayne Manor as they embarked on countless adventures together.

Their parents often liked to joke that the two of them together were like two halves of one brain cell. Which, if you knew the two, it was nothing but the truth. Even worse when their other buddies Conner Kent and Jason Todd were involved, all four growing up with each other and causing massive chaos when together.

But, for Dick and Y/N, their bond had been special since day one.

From the earliest days of their childhood, Dick and Y/N had been inseparable. Under their parents' watchful eye, they had grown up side by side, learning and exploring the world around them with the curiosity and wonderment of youth.

As they navigated the trials and tribulations of adolescence, their friendship had only deepened, strengthened by the trials they faced together. Whether it was navigating the complexities of high school or grappling with the weight of their respective legacies, they had always found solace and support in each other's company.

In Dick, Y/N found not just a friend, but a pillar of strength, someone to lean on when he felt like he couldn’t stand so strong on his own. Dick's unwavering presence provided a sense of security and stability in a world filled with uncertainty. His caring sensibility and compassionate nature offered solace in times of need, a comforting reminder that no matter what challenges they faced, they would never have to weather them alone.

When they both reached the age of puberty where their second biological statuses would present themselves, their friendship remained steadfast and strong. As Y/N's presentation as an Omega became apparent, the dynamics of their friendship did shift subtly yet significantly added more depth to their relationship.

When there were sudden whispers and sideways glances, a subtle unease had settled in the newly presented Omega, shaking his confidence that had been strong up until then. For Y/N, the change was both bewildering and overwhelming, as he grappled with the newfound scrutiny and expectations that came with his new biological status.

But amidst the uncertainty and the whispers, there was one constant: Dick Grayson. From the moment Y/N's presentation became known, Dick was there, unwavering in his support and resolute in his loyalty. He stood by Y/N's side, a steadfast presence in the face of adversity, offering a shoulder to lean on and a voice of reason in moments of doubt.

When the bullies came, as they inevitably did, it was Dick who stood between them and Y/N, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. With his new Alpha status and ever-growing popularity standing because of it, the bullying attempts were short-lived since none of their classmates wanted to commit what they considered social suicide by getting on the son of Gotham’s most beloved billionaire’s bad side.

Which, Y/N definitely considered them smart for it. Because, while Dick was always kind and pleasant to everyone, he was never a pushover and would always defend those he cared for with striking resilience.

Emphasis on the ‘striking’ part. Bruce had Dick put in self-defense lessons from the moment he could walk. An unspoken necessity considering the lives they lived.

But perhaps more than his physical prowess, it was Dick's words that offered the greatest solace to Y/N. In moments of doubt and insecurity, when the weight of expectations threatened to overwhelm him, Dick was there, reminding him that there was more to him than any title, rule, or expectation someone placed on him because of his status.

He‘d always repeat how he was strong and capable and that he didn't need the validation of others to prove his worth. And that he’d never know just how much he’d mean to others, especially the Alpha himself.

In Y/N, Dick found not just a friend, but a soulmate—a partner whose presence brought a sense of completeness to his life. As they navigated the complexities of adolescence and the challenges of growing up, Y/N became more than just a confidant; he became a source of emotional support and unwavering understanding.

When Dick grappled with the weight of his past, mourning the loss of his parents and struggling to find his place in the world, it was Y/N who offered a shoulder to lean on and a sympathetic ear to listen. With quiet strength and boundless compassion, Y/N stood by Dick's side through every tear shed and every heartache endured, providing a sense of solace and comfort that no one else could.

But Y/N offered more than just emotional support; he offered clarity and perspective in moments of confusion and doubt. With an intuitive understanding of Dick's innermost thoughts and feelings, Y/N helped him navigate the murky waters of identity and self-discovery, guiding him toward a greater sense of who he truly was.

And while Dick may have been the Alpha in their friendship, it was Y/N who kept him on his toes, challenging him to be better, to do better, in every aspect of his life. Whether it was pushing him to excel academically, encouraging him to pursue his passions, or gently nudging him towards self-improvement, Y/N was always there, helping Dick fill in wherever he was slacking and encouraging him to reach new heights.

But amidst the laughter and the shared moments of joy, there lingered an undeniable tension—a spark of something deeper and more profound. It was a connection that transcended friendship, a bond that spoke of unspoken desires and unfulfilled yearnings. In Y/N, Dick found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime, and perhaps, if fate allowed, something more.

Their relationship was a dance of longing and restraint, a delicate balance of affection and restraint that left them both yearning for more. And as they stood on the precipice of adulthood, their futures intertwined in ways they could never have imagined, Dick couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, Y/N was more than just a friend—he was the missing piece of the puzzle, the one who completed him in ways he never thought possible.

While he may have been too young to really understand everything he was feeling, he knew he didn’t want the chance of him never getting to learn more about it ever become a reality.

So, Dick went to his dad, to ask him how he could properly court his friend. Of course, Bruce, being the observant one who always liked to play detective as his friends and colleagues would point out, was not surprised at his son's request.

Truthfully, he was waiting for the day when Dick and Y/N got together and even had a little wager going on with the Omega's parents. Speaking of which,  he'd won, making sure to have Alfred remind him to collect his winnings from the L/N's when all this was said and done.

Actually, he figured why not collect his winnings as soon as possible. Being a bit of a traditionalist, something he got from his own father, Bruce advised his son the best first thing for him to do was to get Y/N's parents' blessing before he committed to anything else.

So, while Y/N was busy hanging out with some friends for an after-school club, Dick and Bruce made their way over to the L/N residence, where the billionaire smugly watched his son ask the two males if he could court their son. Of course, they gave their blessings with joy, but they didn't miss the subtle smirk on their friend's face as Y/N's dad went to grab his wallet.

Bruce took Dick to the stores to find Y/N a special gift, something that would symbolize his commitment and devotion to his feelings towards the Omega, but would also be an accurate representation of them. The younger male was torn between the many options, unsure of what would be the best choice.

When his eyes landed on a shining, silver chain with a sapphire pendant cut into the shape of a bird, Dick knew this was the one. He made sure to wear it for about a week, using his favorite colognes frequently so it was covered in his scent.

Then, right before lunch, he'd presented the gift to the Omega in the hallway of their school with many of their classmates as witnesses.

"What's this?" Y/N asked, looking down at the velvet box Dick had handed him.

"Remember that history project we had for Mr. Kari's class, and you chose to do one on the ancient Kryptonian society and all its mythological lessons," Dick explained, smiling softly as the memories flooded back.

"I remember."

"Well, I happened to be out shopping the other day–"

"Uh huh, I'll choose to believe that,'" Y/N eyed him suspiciously, making the Alpha chuckle.

"And, I saw this necklace," Dick continued, taking the box from the Omega's hand and opening it.

When the male caught sight of the jewel inside, his breath hitched, unable to take his eyes off the shimmering blue gem.

"It reminded me of your research on the mythological lore of the two birds," Dick explained, pulling the necklace from its cushion, "Flamebird and–"

"Nightwing," Y/N finished his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Dick smiled, "I guess the jeweler was a fan of the story. But, I remember you talking about their relationship, how they fell in love and were mates, destined to always be reborn and find each other, and it made me think of us, and how I don't ever want to think of life without you."

Take notes folks. Dude's got game.

"Y/N, will you accept this token and allow me the honor to court you, with the hope of becoming your Nightwing?"

Dick knew the Omega was going to later berate him and possibly hit him over the head with a pillow or something for making him cry at school. He liked to refer to himself as an emotional thug, something Jason accurately always called bullshit on.

"You're lucky you're cute you jerk," Y/N sniffled, hugging the Alpha tightly, "Of course, I will."

"Thank you, beautiful," Dick whispered, hugging the male back, ignoring the whistles and cheers of their classmates.

Y/N turned so his back was facing the Alpha, allowing him to clasp the necklace around his neck, the jewel resting near his heart. Dick smiled, wrapping his arms around the male and nuzzling his nose against the other's neck.

"Ugh, I'm calling it. They're so gonna get married and have a bunch of model babies." Manny gushed.

"I can't believe Y/N didn't realize sooner Dick was into him. How oblivious can you be?" Sasha asked.

"He's an Omega. It's a blessing and a curse. Blessing because they're usually the most beautiful and have the best genes. Curse because they're the most clueless and naive. If an Alpha wants to fuck, they're the easiest to seduce." Kevin replied.

"You're a pig. You're lucky no one has tried to castrate you yet." Ethan deadpanned.

"I'm not wrong."

"Still a pig, and you definitely are," Kara replied.

"Whatever. I still think Dick is a weak choice of an Alpha—"

"You're just mad because Y/N didn't go with you to homecoming."

"I'm not—shut up, Ethan! All I'm saying is that Dick is not the ideal choice for someone like Y/N. He needs an Alpha who's strong, can put him in his place when needed, and doesn't put up with his shit. Not a rich pretty boy who's spineless and soft. I'd even say Conner would be a better choice for him, not before myself though," Kevin stated, puffing his chest out a bit.

"Yeah, uh huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night, babes," Manny said, rolling his eyes.

"Just wait and see. When this ends in disaster, and Y/N realizes Dick can't protect or provide for him like a true Alpha can, he'll come running straight into my arms," Kevin said confidently, smirking.

"Maybe this is why you never get invited to Dick's parties anymore and always have to count on getting in with the rest of the football team," Kara mocked.

Kevin rolled his eyes, "Whatever I'm telling you, it's only a matter of time. Yeah, Dick's cool and nice and all that, but that's only going to get him so far. Plus, all the expensive gifts in the world don't compare to the value of a real Alpha," Kevin said while flexing his arms under his varsity jacket.

"Yeah, a real Alpha like you?" Sasha snickered.

"Exactly," Kevin smirked.

"Uh huh, sure. Keep dreaming, sweetie," Manny laughed.

He along with many others would indeed have to keep dreaming. Dick Grayson was not one to do things halfway.

The teen Alpha spared no expense when courting Y/N, taking him on extravagant dates, and spoiling him with lavish gifts. Of course, much of this was being spent on Bruce's coin, but the billionaire didn't mind if it meant he got to see his son happy.

Y/N also knew how Dick was the perfect gentleman (having an English butler who knew everything about being prim and proper helped a lot), but what he was seeing from the Alpha now was a completely different level of chivalry.

He was pulling out the chair for him if he wasn't opening the door for him or offering his coat. If he wasn't paying for the food or dessert, he was giving him his own. If he wasn't helping him into the car, he was holding his hand and making sure his seat belt was fastened.

Y/N was practically never allowed to pay for anything while in Dick's presence, or even in moments when he wasn't. When Y/N accidentally shattered his phone, his parents didn't even need to call the store to order a replacement cause Dick had gone ahead and ordered Y/N the latest new phone.

Dick wasn't just spending Bruce's money willy-nilly. Since Y/N accepted his courting date, Dick got a job just so he could use that extra money to spend on Y/N. Bruce just tended to fund the really expensive dates and gestures.

It gets to a point where Y/N has to think about his words carefully around the Alpha because, within a span of twenty to thirty minutes, it would be presented to him with a bright, adorable smile that made it impossible to be mad at him. The Omega was craving Wendys for lunch and without thinking about it said it out loud. On his way to lunch with a couple of friends, he was confused because Dick wasn't with him since they always walked together from lunch.

But, his sudden disappearance was immediately explained when after arriving at the cafeteria, he turned to see Dick walking in with bags from Wendys.

"Really?" Y/N eyed him with an amused raised brow as the Alpha set the food and drinks on the table.

"What?" Dick responded, an innocent look on his face.

That became more of their routine, even in situations where money was not involved. If Y/N wanted something, he wouldn't need to say a word, and Dick would do it.

One of Y/N's favorite things in the world was Alfred's baking, especially his cookies. On days when the Omega was feeling up to it or was just down in the dumps about something, Dick would surprise him with the cookies. Of course, he was paying for the ingredients and materials and just having Alfred do the baking, but Y/N didn't need to know that.

Sometimes, Y/N would get into a depressive funk about something and would start forgetting to take care of himself. His parents knew how to handle it, but nowadays, they just called Dick, and in under an hour, the Alpha was at their house helping Y/N get back on his feet. Helping him clean his room, organize things around him, and get himself back on track.

If you thought they were inseparable before, well, that was nothing compared to now.

Dick and Y/N were practically joined at the hip, always together, and always touching. Holding hands, shoulders, thighs, waist, etc.

And just as much as there was a slight change in Dick's behavior (in a positive manner of speaking), in how he treated the Omega, there was also a slight shift in his attitude towards others when it came to him as well. It wasn't obvious at first, but to those who paid attention or knew more about them, many could also see how much more protective Dick had grown of Y/N.

Don't be misled, Dick never lost his friendly and kind attitude with others. But, it was easy to see the Alpha tended to become a bit more on guard when with the Omega and they weren't solely around family like their parents or Conner and Jason.

Dick was always at Y/N's side or close by, ready to jump in at a moment's notice if he noticed even the slightest hesitation or uncomfortableness from his Omega. Which, no one would actively fault the Alpha for it, knowing it was typical for Alphas to become a bit more territorial and protective in any matter regarding the Omega they were courting.

And it didn't help that their school was full of prideful, jealous, and horny Alphas along with envious Betas and bitter Omegas. Even more considering they were all hormonal teenagers as well.

When it comes to a courting ritual, there is no greater challenge than competing with other potential suitors.

Since Dick currently held the title of one the most popular Alphas in school, if not the most popular one, mostly every Omega and a significant number of Betas wanted him as their boyfriend. But, since his eyes were on Y/N, that made the Omega in question the recipient of many fake, cheery smiles tinged with jealousy and obvious, hateful glares.

Which, to be honest, he didn't know which one unsettled him more.

On the other end, there were no shortages of Alphas and would-be suitors who saw and wanted Y/N as their mate. And with Dick suddenly courting the Omega, he'd pretty much made himself an open target, even if the majority of them were smart enough to know the consequences.

Dick didn't blame them, of course. Even though he always thought of his Omega as attractive, handsome, beautiful, and every other adjective in a thesaurus, he could clearly see how much Y/N had grown into himself since their early years as teenagers.

Y/N went from being one of the many everyone picked on and pushed around, to being one of the few most sought-after Omegas in the entire school. While puberty could be the literal curse of inconvenience and interruption, there was no arguing that it had its benefits as well.

And many would attest to those benefits personally. Not too much though since they knew Dick was a black belt in martial arts. But, there were always those who thought of themselves as untouchable and would try to test the waters, not realizing the depth of the ocean they were about to dive into.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. You're looking pretty hot today. Maybe we should hang out later. Grab some food or something," An Alpha said, leaning against his locker, his arm blocking his exit.

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks, Mike," Y/N politely declined, trying to pass the guy's arm, but the Alpha wouldn't budge.

"Aw, c'mon, baby. Don't be like that. You know, I could show you a good time. Better than what you've ever experienced. I could treat you right," The male purred, leaning in closer.

"I'm sure you could, but I'm not interested, sorry. Now, if you would excuse me, I have class," Y/N said, trying once again to push the other away.

"Why are you playing hard to get, huh? We both know that's not who you are, baby," Mike replied, grabbing the Omega's wrist and pushing him against the lockers.

"I said, 'no,'" Y/N glared, pushing the guy off him, "So, leave me alone."

"Aww, don't be like that. Come on, let's go have some fun, baby," Mike smirked, pulling the Omega into him.

"Mike, stop," Y/N said, struggling in his grip.

"Excuse me."

Both turned to see Dick, the Alpha's gaze sharp, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Dick! Hey, man. What's up?" Mike greeted, letting go of the Omega.

"Not much, just getting my books for next period out of my boyfriend's locker," Dick answered, moving to stand beside Y/N, putting a protective arm around his shoulder, "How about you?"

"Oh, uh, nothing much. Just hanging out. I was actually going to head to the library, so I'll see you later," The male tried to quickly excuse himself, only to turn and bump into Conner and Jason who were both standing there with their arms crossed, glaring at him.

"Going somewhere, Mike?" Conner asked, stepping forward.

"Yeah, man. Why the rush? You didn't seem like you were in a hurry a few minutes ago," Jason added, taking his place beside the other.

"No, no. I was just heading to the library. Need to catch up on some studying but uh, I'll catch you guys later," Mike said, but was once again stopped by the two Alphas.

"Why don't we walk with you? Make sure you make it there safely. It's the least we can do, right?" Jason said, a nervous look painted on the other's face.

"You wouldn't mind, would you?" Conner asked, an almost sinister smile on his lips.

"No, no. Of course not," Mike sighed, defeated.

"Well, then. Lead the way," Jason said, motioning for the guy to continue, watching him as he walked away.

"You're coming with us, right, Dickie?" Jason asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Yeah, I can't let you two have all the fun," Dick smirked, before turning to Y/N, "Mind taking both our books to class, babe? I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Of course not," Y/N nodded, giving the three a small wave as they turned the corner.

The Omega sighed, shaking his head, "Bunch of idiots," He said fondly, walking to his next class.

No one was surprised when Mike turned up at school the next day sporting a black eye and plenty of bruises to match. The three Alphas would deny anything, but everyone could guess what happened.

"Still think Dick can't protect or provide like a real Alpha," Manny asked Kevin with a mocking attitude after they heard about the incident with Mike.

"Shut up, dude," Kevin glared, grumbling.

Dick would continue his courting, making sure to put the fear of God into any other Alpha who dared to lay a hand on his Omega. He was determined to prove his worth, not just to the Omega, but also to anyone else who doubted him.

After everything the Alpha had done, Y/N couldn't imagine anyone else better for him. Sure, Dick wasn't a traditional, stereotypical, and cliche Alpha. He was more on the reserved and kinder side of the spectrum.

But, that's what made him special. He was someone who could make you laugh, even on your worst days, and could comfort you without needing to say a word. When he wasn't the class clown, he was the one everyone could count on and rely on.

His patience was endless, his kindness boundless, and his loyalty unwavering. And, not to forget, the dude was super fucking hot.

Just as much as Y/N was emotionally and mentally attracted to Dick, not that he was looking at the Alpha in a different line since the beginning of this courting ritual, the physical attraction he felt was almost overwhelming.

Dick may not have been on any sports teams, but he might as well have been, cause the dude was fucking ripped. He had abs for days and a backside and thighs to die for. Not to mention, the muscles in his arms.

Y/N could feel himself salivate whenever he had the pleasure of seeing the Alpha undressed and was very lucky no one had ever seen him drooling over his best friend. And the same went for Dick, who'd always been attracted to Y/N but only had just recently started acting on those feelings.

And what did you get when you had two hormonal, in-love teenagers?

Two horny fuckers who couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

"We're going to be late," Y/N said, panting against the door of the janitor's closet they were in, his shirt discarded and pants unbuckled with Dick kneeling on the floor in front of him enjoying himself immensely on the Omega's arousal.

"Don't care," Dick murmured, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through the younger's body.

"Someone's gonna find us," Y/N moaned, gripping the Alpha's hair tightly.

"They won't," Dick hummed, his tongue swirling around as he continued his erotic ministrations.

"Fuck," Y/N whimpered, his hips bucking forward.

"Any louder and you'll be the ones who get us caught," Dick teased, pressing a finger toward the Omega's slicked hole which pushed them over the edge.

"I hate you," Y/N panted, leaning his head against the door, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"No, you don't. You love me," Dick smiled, the area around his mouth shiny with Y/N's arousal and cum as he stood up and pressed a kiss against the Omega's cheek.

"Ew! Dick, gross," Y/N whined, wiping and cheek and pushing the Alpha back.

"What? It came from your body! That's basically kissing you," Dick chuckled, fixing his clothes.

"That's not how it works and you know it. You're disgusting. I'm not doing this with you anymore," Y/N stated, cleaning himself up.

That was a lie.

Y/N found himself in a role-reversal situation as he was on his knees, forcing the Alpha against the wall while bobbing his head up and down on the Alpha's cock with unforgiving energy.

"Fuck, baby. She was only giving me her notes for the physics exam," Dick groaned, his hand fisting the Omega's hair.

"I'm sure," Y/N growled, his teeth lightly scraping along the length, his mouth still working, "That's probably why she was trying to scent mark you too, right?"

"She wasn't–shit, babe. Fucking hell, that's it. Right there," Dick moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"Wasn't what? Going to try and get you to knot her in the bathroom stall after the test? Cause, I'm pretty sure that's what her plan was, right?" Y/N seethed, his hand pumping the Alpha's shaft, his tongue flicking the slit.

"Geez, who knew you could get so jealous," Dick chuckled, his breathing ragged.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't think I won't bite this thing off," Y/N threatened, his teeth lightly scraping the flesh.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But, you don't have to worry, alright? There's no one else but you, Y/N. No matter how many Omegas try and throw themselves at me, my eyes will always be on you. Only you," Dick promised, caressing the other's cheek.

Y/N only gave him a look before his mouth was engulfing the Alpha's cock, sucking and licking the throbbing appendage while squeezing at the base to prevent him from cumming.

"Fucking hell, baby. I'm sorry, okay. I won't talk to her again. Promise," Dick whimpered, his orgasm feeling like he was going to collapse if he didn't cum down the Omega's throat soon.

"Damn right, you won't. This here belongs to me. Understand?" Y/N stated his tone firm and commanding while gripping the hard cock in his hand harder for emphasis.

"Yes. Shit, yes. Please, Y/N," Dick begged, his legs starting to shake.

"Who's is it, Dickie?"

"Yours,"

"Who's the only one who gets to taste, touch, or smell this?"

"Only you,"

"Good," Y/N purred, his tongue running to the shaft and its leaking head.

"Oh my god," Dick moaned, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

"You're all mine, Dick Grayson," Y/N declared, his lips wrapping around the swollen head, sucking and licking the precum.

"Yours. All yours, beautiful. Only you," Dick whimpered, his hips rocking gently, his eyes rolling back as he came into the Omega's mouth.

Y/N greedily swallowed, his hands moving to squeeze and massage the Alpha's balls, milking him dry. Dick stared down at the sight of the Omega with his cock still inside his mouth, the male's cheeks hollowed out as he sucked.

"Tastes so good," Y/N hummed, his tongue lapping up the remaining liquid.

"Jesus, babe," Dick groaned, pulling the Omega off the ground and onto his feet.

"What?" Y/N asked innocently, smiling at the Alpha.

"Nothing," Dick smiled, kissing him, "You're just amazing, that's all."

They couldn't get enough of each other, continuing their sneaking off to empty classrooms and bathrooms, sometimes even the gym showers and the locker rooms. They would usually do their "business" in the middle of the day, right after lunch or in the morning.

They would try to do it at each other's house, but would constantly get interrupted by their parents, who more often than not knew what their kids were getting up to. They were teenagers themselves once and didn't want to risk the young Alpha and Omega making a mistake.

It's why neither was allowed to hang out in the other's room without the door open. They used to sleep in the same bed when they were younger, but after they presented and especially started becoming a couple, both Y/N's parents and Dick's dad had to lay down some strict rules.

Didn't mean they would listen though.

"Dick, stop," Y/N whimpered, his hands gripping Dick's forearms as he laid with his back against the Alpha's shirtless chest, his hips rocking into the Alpha's fingers.

"Fuck, baby. So fucking wet," Dick groaned, his fingers thrusting into the Omega's slick, heated hole.

"Dick, your dad or Alfred could hear us and walk in at any moment," Y/N panted, his legs quivering.

"You should've thought about that before you teased me in the car," Dick whispered, his fingers curling and pressing against the spot that had the Omega crying out.

"Fuck!" Y/N whimpered, his fist flying up to his mouth and biting down.

"Yeah, that's it, babe. Stay quiet as you can," Dick husked, his pace increasing, his fingers stretching the Omega's hot walls.

"Mmph," Y/N moaned, his head falling back against the Alpha's shoulder, his hips rocking against the other's hand.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Feel so good, babe. Gonna ruin this tight little hole of yours," Dick purred, his free hand tweaking and tugging at the Omega's sensitive nipples.

"Dick, please. Wanna cum," Y/N cried, his hand reaching behind and gripping the Alpha's neck.

"Then, cum. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers, baby," Dick grunted, his fingers twisting and curling.

"Shit, shit, shit," Y/N chanted, his voice muffled as he bit down on his fist, his orgasm ripping through him, his cum coating his stomach.

"Hey dudes– OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Both males froze, their heads snapping towards the door, their eyes widening as they saw Jason and Conner standing there, their mouths hanging open.

"Guys! What the fuck!" Dick immediately grabbed his comforter to cover Y/N.

"Dude! We didn't need to see that! What the fuck!" Jason shouted, his hands covering his face.

"This is the worst day ever," Conner mumbled, his eyes closed and shaking his head.

"Get the fuck out!" Dick growled, throwing a pillow at the two.

"Don't have to tell us twice!"

Both boys immediately turned around and ran out of the room, closing the door shut.

"Those two idiots. I'm gonna kill them," Dick grumbled, his arms wrapping protectively around the Omega.

"Well, we should've been more careful," Y/N said, sighing as he still was coming down from his orgasm and the shock of their friends walking in on them.

"Yeah, well. You were the one who decided to tease me the entire car ride," Dick defended.

"Whatever, I'm taking a shower. I feel sticky and gross," Y/N huffed, removing himself from the Alpha's grasp and heading to the bathroom.

"I'm joining you," Dick stated, getting up and following him.

"You're insatiable," Y/N shook his head, a smile on his lips.

"Only for you, baby," Dick winked, shutting the door behind him.

He was indeed insatiable, and it only got worse when they finally did the entire deed, Dick craving every touch and drop of the Omega he could get. It'd get even worse when his instincts and his jealous and territorial side would show when another Alpha would stupidly try to make a move on his Omega.

Now, that Dick had gotten a full taste of the Omega, outside and in, no one could compare. And the thought of someone else touching his Omega, made his blood boil.

Y/N's thighs had trembled as he lay back against the leather back seats of Dick's sports car, the Alpha's large firm, and sweaty body hovering over him as he snapped his hips forwards, inserting his full length inside the Omega. The car rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, making the tinted windows fog and preventing anyone from seeing the two teens inside.

"Mine. All mine," Dick growled, his nails digging into the Omega's plush hips, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing.

"Fuck, Dick," Y/N whined, his legs spreading wider, allowing the Alpha to reach deeper, his thrusts unforgiving.

Dick kissed the inside of the Omega's neck, bringing his sweaty body closer when he could feel it sliding up and retreating from his harsh movements. He pressed Y/N harder into the seats as he increased his pace, causing the Omega's moans and noises to reach a higher volume.

"Don't run from me," Dick grunted, his lips capturing the other's in a searing kiss as fucked into him at an even rougher pace.

He nudged Y/N's thighs apart with his hips that attempted to close from reflex, the Omega's body jolting with every deep, forceful thrust. Y/N let out a strained moan, his nails scratching down the Alpha's broad and muscular back as he was fucked like a slut, praying in the back of his mind none of their classmates would notice it steamy and rocking vehicle.

"No one else gets to have you. No one but me. You're mine, Y/N. Always have and always will be. Understand?" Dick's teeth scraped along the male's scent gland as he felt himself getting closer to his finish, "Say it. Say you're mine," He growled, his hands gripping the Omega's ass, pushing his legs further apart, and holding him in place, his cock drilling into the younger's abused and leaking hole.

"Yours," Y/N sobbed, his tears running down his cheeks, his face flushed red, his heart pounding as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his body on fire, "All yours, Dick. Forever and always."

Dick smiled at the proclamation, eyeing the blew pendant necklace laying against the Omega's sweaty skin right over his heart, his chest puffing out, pride swelling within him, "My Omega," He purred, before delivering a few more thrusts, slamming into the Omega with a loud groan as he shot his load into the condom.

The pair lay there, panting, trying to regain their breath. Dick had his head tucked against the Omega's neck, his arms wrapped around him tightly, his knot keeping him connected.

"Are you satisfied now?" Y/N breathed, his eyes closed, his hands resting on the Alpha's broad and sweaty back.

"For now," Dick answered, smiling, pressing a kiss against the male's skin.

"I swear if anyone saw us and spread this around the school because you got a little jealous–"

"A 'little' jealous? I was not a little jealous. That guy was all over you and wouldn't take no for an answer. I had to step in," Dick defended.

"We were talking, Dick. He was asking me for notes about the history final. Not every Alpha or Beta that talks to me is going to be another Mike," Y/N explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and cuddle me. I need affection," Dick pouted, snuggling the Omega.

Y/N chuckled, rolling his eyes, but did as asked, wrapping his arms and legs around the Alpha.

"There, better?"

"Much," Dick smiled with another soft kiss to the Omega's chest, right by his necklace.

"Good. Now, when are we getting you the necklace to match mine?" Y/N asked, his fingers tracing the lines of the muscles on the Alpha's back.

"Patience, baby," Dick chuckled, his hand rubbing up and down the smooth and soft body under him.

"Don't tell me to be patient," Y/N grumbled, pouting, "If you're Nightwing then I have to be Flamebird, which means you need a necklace that looks like a Flamebird. We're a mated pair, remember?"

"Oh I remember," Dick smirked, flexing his dick inside the Omega's warm walls.

"Fuck. Don't do that," Y/N whined, his legs tightening around the Alpha's waist, his back arching off the bed.

"Sorry, baby," Dick apologized, not sounding sorry at all.

"You're not," Y/N rolled his eyes.

"Nope," Dick grinned, his tongue licking up the Omega's neck.

Dick continued courting Y/N throughout the rest of the school year. As expected, they were each other's date to the prom where they proceeded to have hot, crazy sex at their hotel, and then came graduation.

To no one's surprise, other than maybe Y/N's, Dick proposed at their commencement ceremony, in front of everyone, the whole school watching. The Omega said yes, of course, and they were congratulated and cheered by their classmates and faculty.

Their parents were surprised, not expecting the couple to take the next step so quickly. They were happy for their sons, of course, but wanted them to be sure. Dick and Y/N agreed to both wait till after college to actually get married, fine with just being fiances' for now.

Someone had caught a picture of them kissing after Dick proposed and replaced the photo they had initially of them in the school's cutest couple section of their class yearbooks. The bunch of saps.

It was a love story straight out of the books—wait a second...

...

Nah.

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🏍️ | Jason: The Rebel | 🏍️ • 🏈 | Conner: The Jock | 🏈

[rafesteddy]

𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣: 𝔹𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕤

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝙼𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 × 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚢!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: dark!rafe, swearing, cheating, pet names, degredation, name calling, mentions of murder, guns mentioned, drugs mentioned, biting, jacob’s ladder piercing, public p in v, edging, denial, threats, blackmailing, boot riding, oral sex, fingering, rough oral, hair pulling, ownership kink, icky!rafe

📖 this was a mix of two asks & I did put my own twist on it: #1 anon ask: omg for the holiday slutacular could you do dealer!rafe, forbidden love, biting, hair pulling and maybe a cute little piercing on rafe iykwim, and line 8 xxx #2 request by @nocoolusernamesavailable-blog - Mobster Friends to lovers love triangle / Obedience training with edging, denial and ruined orgasms. Maybe end the session with a ruin or just denial. Or maybe count the edges / Try to stay quiet understand

Reader’s POV:

The door clangs shut behind Shoupe, and with it, a part of you feels lighter.

You watch him through the glass partition as he adjusts his duty belt, his expression stoic. The downtown holiday parade’s underway—Shoupe heading out to oversee his deputies, managing crowd control. His movements are crisp, efficient… Everything about him screams order and discipline. He’s a good man, a good deputy, and a good boyfriend. He’s just good…

“You sure you’ll be okay here?” He asks, his blue eyes softening on yours.

“I’ve got this,” you reply, forcing a smile. “Go save Christmas.”

His lips quirk into a smile before he leans in, pressing a light kiss on your lips, quick, professional, almost impersonal. But that was Shoupe—steady, dependable, never reckless. He was the kind of man you built a life with.

He turns and walks out, and you watch him disappear into the chilly North Carolina night. The sound of the heavy door slams shut behind him. Then, like clockwork, you hear it. A slow, lazy chuckle that raises every hair on your body.

“Still settlin’ for vanilla. Huh, pretty?”

Your heart drops at the sound of his voice. Deep, smooth, and laced with mockery. You didn’t have to look to know who it was. Rafe Cameron. You swallow hard, willing yourself to stay calm.

“You’re not gonna say hi, baby?” His voice was louder now, drawing the attention of the other inmates. “We go way back. Don’t be rude, sweetheart.”

You turn slowly, boots echoing against the concrete floor as you walk toward his cell. You keep your expression neutral, but inside, everything’s unraveling.

Rafe stands at the bars, his big hands casually wrapped around the cold steel. He looks good. Too good. Prison’s sharpened him, but it hasn’t broken him. His caramel-colored hair is cut short; jawline more defined than you’d remembered, his five o'clock shadow gives him a dangerous edge. Rafe’s eyes—those goddamn eyes—they’re the same: fierce, calculating, and maddeningly irresistible.

“You’re not supposed to be talking to me,” you scold, folding your arms across your chest.

“And yet here you are.” Rafe’s lips bend into that lazy, confident smirk that once made you weak.

“I’m just doing my job,” you crack. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Ouch.” He presses a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. “Still got that fire. I fuckin’ love it.” You roll your eyes, turning to leave. “Wait.” His voice softens, taking on that familiar, enticing tone. “Come on, we can catch up. No harm in talkin’. Yeah? Just two old friends.”

“We were never friends,” you clip back, though the words feel hollow.

He chuckles again, low and rich, the kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip, and it does just that. “That’s not what I remember. We were more than friends, princess. You gotta remember that, no?”

Don’t let him get to you.

“You’ve got nothing to say?” He pushes, eyes narrowing. “Maybe Shoupe knows all about your past. Or maybe he doesn’t.”

And in a moment, everything comes to a screeching halt.

“I wonder what he’d think,” Rafe muses, tongue-in-cheek. “Deputy L/n, the straight-laced officer used to run guns… for me-”

“Stop, Rafe.”

“… Used to party a little too hard. Used to beg me for a taste.”

“That’s enough,” you hiss, stepping closer to the bars.

He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You think you can outrun who you are? You and me, we’re the same. We always have been.”

You shake your head, but the words cling to you like smoke. No. I’m not that person anymore. “I’ve got a good life now,” you stammer; voice shaky and hoarse. “A good man. A real job. I’m not your girl anymore, Rafe.”

His smile falters for a moment, but it’s back, more dangerous than ever. “Sure, you’ve got the uniform, the badge. But deep down? You miss it. The rush. The freedom-”

“You’re wrong-”

“… me. I know you do,” he smiles, as he finishes his words.

You hate how right he sounds. The weight of the badge on your chest feeling heavier with every second you stand by him.

“I should walk away,” you say, more to yourself than anyone else.

“But you won’t,” he smirks as his eyes lock onto yours, challenging you. “You never could say no to me.”

Your mind tells you to move, turn, and leave, but you don’t. Your feet stayed planted, pulse spiking.

“Come closer,” Rafe whispers.

You step in, hating yourself for it. The space between you is nothing now, just the cold steel bars. Rafe reaches out, his fingers brushing your wrist. The contact’s electric, sending a shiver down your spine. “Stop actin’ so tough, baby-”

“You’re delusional,” you whisper, but the conviction in your voice wavers.

Rafe’s thumb strokes the inside of your wrist, and you feel your resolve crumble to pieces. Rafe always knew how to break me down, piece by piece, until nothing was left but the truth.

“You can lie to yourself all you want,” he says softly. “But you can’t lie to me.”

Before you can stop yourself, you lean in. Rafe’s lips meet yours through the bars, a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s raw, consuming, filled with years of anger, longing, and darkness.

Rafe reaches out, cupping your sex in his large hand, before rubbing two long fingers on your clothed clit. “Remember how good I made you feel?” He mumbles, and you do.

“I remember you planting drugs and a gun in my purse, Rafe,” you hiss. “You would have ruined my life.”

“You were keepin’ ‘em safe,” he whispers as he undoes your belt with a single hand, plunging it into your panties the next, making you bite back a gasp. He clicks his tongue, chuckling smugly at the messy lace. “How are you always so wet?”

Your hand draws to him, too, cupping his bulge through his thin cotton uniform, feeling his rock-hard length underneath. “Fuck, Rafe,” you moan, remembering how he filled you just right.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” He smiles cruelly. “Wouldn’t wanna stop,” he pulls away his fingers, stealing your pleasure with it, denying you only to start again, working harder and faster.

“Come in here. Yeah? I won't bite.”

“No… I can't. I-”

He laughs wickedly, rolling his lust-blown eyes. “Fine… Have it your way.” Resting his big hand on your head Rafe shoves you down to your knees. You grab the iron bars, peeking both ways fast before looking up at him nervously, the angle of the cell concealing you for the moment.

He runs his hands through his messy fringe, pushing bangs out of the way, giving you a better look at his beautiful blue eyes.

You wrap your fingers around his loose cotton pants, pulling them down, then his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take him in your hand, feeling the chill of six metal balls against your palm. You glide your thumb along the underside of his cock, touching the metal bars; one, two, three… You look up at Rafe, and he smirks.

“Don’t get too excited now,” Rafe mocks as his hand moves around, cupping the back of your head. You look at his fat tip, a tear of precum weeping onto the floor below. “Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees, baby.”

He pulls you forward, lips parting as you wrap your mouth around his swollen head, tasting him, tongue toying with the metal with every flick. Sucking him deep into your throat, you hear him moan; the man quickly catches himself, tilting forward, biting down on his muscular forearm to dampen his pleasured sounds.

Rafe thrusts forward, sending his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag. “Jesus fuck, you got a throat on you, huh?” He lauds as he wraps a hand under your chin, feeling his dick pump in and out as he fucks your face.

You moan around his thickness, feeling pressure between your thighs as Rafe teases you with the toe of his shoe on your clit, urging you to rock against him, making your thighs quake. “You like that don't you?”

“Mpfhh…” You moan with a mouth full of dick.

“Like ridin’ daddy’s boot like a whore? Got this whole department under my thumb… Got their prettiest deputy ruttin’ her shit on my boot, chokin’ on my dick. Fuckkk… M’just show in off now. Ain’t I?” He drawls as tears tumble down your cheeks.

Your hand strokes and rolls his balls—his body tightening in your hand as you deep-throat his cock. “You better swallow it all,” Rafe rasps, with a challenging bite to his voice.

He throws his head back to the ceiling, hips stuttering as he paints your throat with his climax. You stay frozen in place, feeling him throb on your tongue, careful not to get any on your uniform.

“Mmm… Damn, that’s my girl,” Rafe sighs as he rolls his neck, taking and pushing out a deep, satisfied breath. “The fact that Shoupe’s gettin’ this shit’s gonna kill me,” Rafe mumbles darkly as he tugs you to your feet. “Ya know… M’not gonna be in here forever. Let me take care of him for you, angel. Hmm?”

“Rafe…”

He sucks his teeth and smiles. “Then again, what’s the fun in takin’ you away from him if he’s dead? Huh? I’ll think about it, n’get back to you.” He mutters through a breathy laugh.

“Don’t even joke about that shit-”

“Who said I am, princess?” Rafe wraps a hand around his cock, squeezing the base. “Turn around. Let me show you how much I missed you.” You turn around, and Rafe reaches for you, pulling your back into the bars, his big arms reaching around your waist, fighting with your zipper, tugging your uniform off your hips.

He wraps his big fingers around your panties, ripping one side then the next, making your eyes widen in horror at the volume of the tear. “Rafe, please,” you beg for him to stop being so loud, begging at the same time for his cock, a whirlwind of emotions swirling through your mind.

He tosses the panties back to his bed, turning back his attention to you with a toothy smile. “You can't imagine the shit I’m gonna do to those…” He whispers as he presses the tip of his cock against your glossy hole. You reach behind you, grabbing for his hips to coax him forward, but he doesn't budge, running himself through your arousal—teasing you shamelessly.

You can feel your wetness on your thighs, and so can Rafe. He lifts his uniform, taking it between his teeth to get a better look. Your head falls forward in pleasure as he thrusts in suddenly. His hands snake forward, grabbing your hips, pulling you as deep as he possibly can go with the bars in the way, making you let out an airy, soundless cry.

Rafe pulls out nice and slow, letting his piercings drag across your wet walls, making you gasp as you feel the little pops.

He starts to slowly pick up the pace—your pleasure growing with each movement of his toned hips. Your body claps against his, and you should stop, but you just can’t, the plop plop plop of his wet skin against yours, filling the space around you.

Rafe starts pistoning his hips into you, fucking you at a rapid pace, making you cover your mouth with both hands—tears rolling over the tops. “How bad do you wanna come in my cell right now? Got what, an inch or two more cock for that greedy little cunt of yours.” Rafe reaches forward, taking a fistful of your hair, yanking you back to his chest.

Your panting lips find him, Rafe smiling nastily against your mouth before sucking on your tongue. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles as he fucks into you sharp and hard, making your ass ripple with each thrust.

Rafe turns towards your neck, his warm breath fanning against your hot skin. He kisses you messily, gliding his tongue along the column of your neck before biting down.

“Don’t be so rough… There can’t be any marks. Please,” you plead with Rafe, his teeth already driving into your skin; your words just making the man even more determined to do so, nipping down harder, making you grip the steel bars to keep from screaming, a muffled whine coming out nonetheless.

“Baby, you have to be quiet, or they’ll figure out what Kildare’s finest is doin’ on the clock… Fuck, I always knew you were a slut f’me,” Rafe grunts, his hips never faltering, slamming harder into your warm, wet pussy.

“M’gonna cum,” you whimper.

“I know you are,” Rafe smiles, his hand already halfway up your body to cover your mouth before the first utterance even leaves your lips.

You cry out against his big palm, just praying he won’t pull his hand away, but you know Rafe wants to get out of here… He wouldn’t take that risk himself. Vile squelching fills the space around you. You reach down, grabbing the iron bars for support, hands twisting around the metal as your thighs clap against Rafe’s.

Your vision blurs as your body is taken by pleasure; Rafe continues to rail you from behind, pounding you through your orgasm as you cum around his big cock. Rafe groans in pleasure at the feeling—his toned hips snapping back, pushing into you as he cums hard, pressing his lips against you to swallow your moans and mewls. He pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. “You’re gonna help me, princess,” he says, his voice jagged and rushed. “You’re gonna get these charges dropped. And when I’m out?” He smirks. “You’re mine again.”

“Rafe, I can’t,” you sniffle.

“Can’t?” Rafe asks smugly. “But you’ll do it. Because if you don’t…” He trails off, letting the threat hang in the air.

Rafe pulls out nice and slow, making you shudder at the loss of him. You reach down, grabbing your pants fast, tucking your uniform in before anyone can see. You feel the warm sensation of Rafe’s cum rolling wet down your inner thigh, making even more of a mess.

You stumble back, breathing hard; your mind still spinning from your orgasm. You look at Rafe’s body as he pulls up his prison uniform: wet teeth marks at the neckline of his shirt, your arousal pooled around the bottom, his stiff, throbbing dick’s trapped in his pants, sticking out of the top of the elastic band, his swollen head glistening with your shared release. Rafe’s blue eyes glint wildly, staring right through your soul.

Your mind is screaming to run—to get as far away from him as possible. But you know the truth. Rafe Cameron wasn’t someone you run from. He was someone you face or surrendered to.

And right now, looking at the beautiful, wicked man before you, surrender felt inevitable.

[faeriichaii]

hiii i have a request only if you're up for it! a legolas x reader and reader teases legolas and his sensitive ears during an important event and he takes it out on you (spicy? smut if you're up for it :)

love your fics sm <333

Keep Quiet ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: OMG!! I kinda have been waiting for a smut request haha!! It's just I rarely write any smut so it is always nice to see someone request it cause this also makes me uhh idk get used to writing it?? But yeah I finally finished the request and I really hope you like it <33 I also might edit it later cause rn it is very late and I am very tired but I still wanna publish smth so... ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering, bj, ass slapping ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0 k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You seem to have teased your husband Legolas a little too long during one important meeting, so he teaches you a lesson.

Bored. You felt utterly bored, as you listened in on Lord Elronds conversation with Legolas father about some trading contract each of them approved. Being Legolas wife has it perks but you definitely despise the lengthy business meetings you have to attend. And your attendance is required regularly. As Thranduil once said, you are not just part of their family now, but also have to shoulder the burden of being the queen at some time in your lengthy life. Back then you smiled at the elven king and nodded. You didn’t expect to become queen anytime soon either. But neither did you expect him to get Legolas to drag you to every official meeting in Mirkwood. “It is good for you to learn all about our relationships with the several leaders of the various different lands.” Thranduil once said to you, after he caught you yawn after several hours of listening about potential war strategies.

A hand on your thigh justled you out of your memories. Legolas gave you a smile, as he leaned closer to you. “We are almost through Meleth Nin. Only an hour more and they should sign the papers.” Another hour? Sighing at his words you gave him a pained smile. Your eyes wandered from the elven king of Mirkwood towards Lord Elrond. You knew this would take even longer than that. How could you sit around and do nothing for another hour or two? “Legolas, would it be alright for your father if I could leave for a few minutes? Just to take a quick breather.” You whispered in his ear. His grip on your leg tightened and he began to shift around in his seat beside you. “Are you alright Meleth Nin?” “Of course I just-“ You raised an eyebrow at him. He definitely did not look quite alright. He looked rather… uncomfortable. “I don’t think my father would approve.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to study his side profile. A soft rosy colour dusted the tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks. Suddenly, realization dawned upon you. “Are you sure that is the reason behind you being so… skittish right now?” Your warm breath fanned over his pointy ear and you felt his body shiver, as you let your hand gently rest on his leg. Drawing circles on his thigh, you leaned closer towards him. “I don’t need a break anymore, so don’t worry about it my love.” The elven prince noticed the flirtatious undertone in your voice and gave you a warning glance. “(Y/N) please. You can’t do this to me right now. This is an important meeting and-“ A shuddered sigh left his lips, as your finger traced his ear with a feather light touch. “Hmm? Is everything alright darling?” You asked him sweetly, trying to scoot closer to your husband.

“Lord Elrond and your father are still discussing about the best travel route in order for the goods to arrive safely. The same topic since hours so why don’t you just lean back and let me have some fun hmm?” Legolas face turned towards you, his glare igniting a fire deep inside your core. He was mad. And you just got turned on. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his ear. “You don’t want to continue playing this game (Y/N). Trust me.” A smirk graced your lips. “Is this a challenge Meleth Nin?”

Suddenly Legolas jumped up from his place at the table. Both of the lords turned their attention from the map at the table to the elven prince, confusion written upon both their faces. Even you were surprised. “Father, I must apologies, but I just remembered that me and my wife have another important event to attend to.” Thranduil looked his son up and down, before letting his gaze wander over you. You expected him to decline (probably due to the tension between you), but instead he approved. “Both of you shall leave, but make sure this… accident doesn’t happen a second time.” And with those parting words you were dragged out of the room by Legolas.

His grip on your wrist tightened as he sped across the hall towards your shared bedroom. “Legolas slow down I-“ “You want me to slow down? I bet you won’t say that again anytime soon.” Heat kissed your cheeks at the insinuation of his words. God you just wanted to tease him a bit but you definitely did not expect this outcome. Legolas stopped walking, just to open the door, drag you inside and lock it afterwards. His back was turned towards you. Watching his shoulders rise up and down you slowly approached him. “I told you to listen, didn’t I?” “Legolas I-“ Suddenly he spun around. “You didn’t listen though, did you now?” A shiver went down your spine at his deep voice. His gaze travelled from your face all over your body which made heat pool in your lower region. “You acted very poorly and improper for the future queen you know?” You nodded your head at his words. “I apologize my prince.” “You think that is enough to satisfy me?” He said, slowly approaching you. Legolas eyed you like a predator about to devour his pray. Oh, and how you would indulge in him devouring you. You need him. You want him.

“What can I do to make up for my mistakes?” “For one, how about I fill your pretty mouth.” Legolas stood in front of you, his finger grazing along your jaw. The touch alone set you ablaze like oil touching a flame. He tilted your face up towards him. “Does that sound good to you?” You nodded your head once more in approval. “Good.” And with that his mouth was upon yours. His mouth was hot and needy upon your own, tongues dancing with each other. A moan escaped your lips at the sweet relieve of the built-up tension. Legolas hand moved from your face to the back of your head to gather your hair in his fist. Pain spread from your scalp as he yanked your head bag by your strands, his mouth immediately trailing kisses along your exposed neck. Your hands racked over his upper body, unbuttoning his shirts and letting them fall off over his shoulders. Fingers trailing over his exposed skin, you followed every line and ridge of his body, until you stopped at his waistband.

“Get on your knees.” Legolas voice had a needy edge to it, as he began to gently shove you down, his hand never letting loose of your hair. Getting comfortable on the ground, you bit your lip at the obvious tent in his pants. Instantly you grabbed for his belt, loosened it and got rid of his trousers for him. “Open up.” Your mouth did as he ordered you to and in just a mere second his cock was between your lips. Sucking on it you watched his reaction through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back as soft pants escaped him. You let your tongue glide over his veins before pulling back and letting it slide over his slit. A hiss came from Legolas parted lips. His grip around your hair tightened. Suddenly, he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. Spit spilled out of the side of your mouth, as you tried to relax your throat in order to deepthroat his cock as much as possible. Your fingers moved from his hips towards your pussy, craving your own relieve. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Legolas said in-between pants. He moaned as a whine left your lips and sent a vibrating sensation through his lower region.

Pulling out, he grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground. His hands found your chin, tilted your face towards his and gave you a kiss. His tongue fought with your own while he began to strip you out of the dress you wore for the meeting. Your nipples hardened under the cold air and he wasted no time in rolling them between his fingers. Your back arched at the pleasant feeling of finally feeling his touch upon you. His mouth moved from your lips down to your left tit. Your hands twisted in his long blonde hair, playing with the braids you did earlier today. Heat radiated from both of your bodies, as he let go of your nipple with a pop and stood up to his full height once more. “Now I want you to keep your mouth shut, okay?” An approval couldn’t even pass your lips, before you found yourself upon your bed, face down and ass up. “Show me how long you can keep your dirty lips sealed.”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine, as you felt his finger glide through your lips. Gripping the bedsheet, you turned your head to the side. “Legolas I need you please.” You whispered while glancing behind you. His finger brushed over your clit, making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet. You tried to scoot towards his hand, but his other hand kept your body down by your neck. “You already failed to keep quiet but you still want to get rewarded?” He slowly entered one of his fingers into your pussy but almost immediately retracted it. A needy whine passed your lips. “So greedy.” Legolas said, before entering two of his fingers and slowly pumping them at a steady pace. Your grip on the sheets tightened, as you tried to wriggle around his fingers. You want more. You need more. But you were in luck, because just after a few pumps, you could already feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “I want to see your pussy suck in my cock exactly how they greedily took in my fingers.”

And with that he pushed inside you. Your mouth opened to let out a silent moan, as you felt the stretch of his cock inside you. His hands gripped your hips harshly, before he began to move in a steady rhythm. It was hard to keep quite while his cock filled you to the brim, but neither would you want to lose his warmth inside of you. Pants mixed with the sound of skin slapping filled the quietness of the room. A moan escaped through your parted lips and was soon replaced with a surprised yelp, as you felt the harsh sting of a slap on your ass. “Your misbehaviour can’t stay unpunished now, can it?” You nodded in agreement with him. God how you loved getting punished by him. Meeting his hips halfway through each thrust, you felt the knot inside of you tighten, as well as the twitch of your husband’s cock inside of you.

“You take it so well Meleth Nin.” A sudden harsh thrust forced another moan out of your mouth, followed by another pleasant sting on your ass cheek. His hand gently traced over the red handprint. “I have a feeling that you almost like getting punished.” He let his finger trail down to your clit and drew gentle circles over it. Heat washed over your entire body, as you felt your climax approach faster and faster. Your walls clenched more tightly around his cock while the pressure of his finger on your clit increased. “Oh my god Legolas I-“ Another slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips, as the sweet relieve of your climax washed over you. Your walls clenching around his cock was all he needed, before filling you up with his cum. His release was followed by a few sloppy thrusts, before he pulled out, got onto the bed beside you and circled his arms around you in a warm embrace. A few minutes of purse silence passed between the both of you.

“Was it too much?” Legolas suddenly asked you. “No, of course not Meleth Nin. I might even consider teasing you more often during the meetings.” You reassured him, wrapping your own arms around him and falling asleep in his arms.

[totalswag]

hiii i love your posts!! i was wondering if you could do reader x drew where reader has baby fever and wants a baby and drew finds her upset about it all so they talk and decide that the time is right and they are ready?? lots of fluff please!!

baby fever ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

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summary baby fever coming in hot at a family reunion after seeing drew with your nieces and nephews and you think of what he'd be like with your own children one day. drew finds you in your childhood home upset.

warning(s) baby fever, crying, kissing, mentions of having kids.

You were at a family reunion of yours in your hometown. The reunion was held your parents home⎯full of familiar laughter, little kids running around, and the smell of food being cooked. Everything felt right in this very moment.

Family reunions have been a tradition since you could remember. It allows family to get together once every year and spend time together. Plus, seeing family you haven't seen a long time feels great.

"Can you believe we were once their ages running around?" Your sister pointed out to the kids running around in the grass.

Memories flooded through your mind. The good old times when there were zero worries. Knowing your childhood home still belongs to your parents is such a monumental feeling.

"It's crazy even thinking about it" you respond with a light chuckle.

Your two month old nephew cradled in Drew's arms⎯his eyes scanning his surroundings. Your heart melted witnessing Drew interact with your nephews and nieces all day. It made you think of having a family of your own with him one day.

Drew and you have been married for almost a year. Having kids have been come in almost all your conversations at home. With his busy work schedule, you both agreed to wait a bit. You being the youngest out of your siblings, family is waiting for the announcement.

He’s a natural. You always thought he would be, but seeing it⎯the softness in his eyes, the way he supports your nephews fragile head without even thinking⎯sets something deep inside you alight.

You blink fast, trying to shake the sudden sting behind your eyes. You hadn't expected to feel this way. Not here, not now.

You have baby fever. Bad.

"I'll be right back" you tell Drew and your sister as you lift yourself up from the chair into the house to your childhood bedroom. The tears begin to form once you step up the stairs.

It’s silly, you tell yourself. There's no rush. You and Drew have always agreed you'd "know" when the time was right.

But watching him today, you realize⎯you know. You’re ready. You want it more than anything.

A soft knock is heard from the door. You fix yourself in the mirror before answering. "Who is it?" You make your voice sound normal but a hint of whimper falls through.

"It's me baby, can I come in?" Drew's soft voice says through the door. You reach for the door knob revealing Drew's worried look.

He know's somethings up. You feel it.

"Is everything okay?" Drew asks, "You look like you've been crying," as he slams the door behind him. His anxious countenance and body language tell it everything.

You sniffle, partly laughing and half sobbing. "Yeah, I just⎯" You shake your head, unable to find the right words. "You're... quite excellent with them, you know? "With kids." 

Drew moves closer, placing a soothing hand on your lower back. His palm is warm, drawing you close. Your body relaxes in response to his warm touch. 

"I love them," he says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "They are your family. Of course, I do.

The room becomes quiet. 

Drew softly turns you to face him, brushing his thumb under your eye, where a tear has escaped. His expression is so open and full of love that it almost brings you to tears again. "I've been thinking the same."

Your heart stutters: "You have?" You ask with wide eyes.

Drew nods: "Yes, I have. Look at us now. We're married, have a lovely home, and have all we could possibly want in love..." He goes on, "There's an extra room waiting to be decorated."

"Here goes the tears again" you playfully joke pointing to them falling down your cheeks. Drew's thumb taps them away. "You look pretty when you cry" he says before pulling you in for a kiss.

You two have your moment together in silence. Knowing he feels the same way as you makes you feel better inside. It's been your forever dream to become a mom one day. You couldn't be more excited than to have kids with Drew.

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[redrosydiaz]

please please blushy eddie and buck trying to get him to blush bc he thinks it's so cute 😭

omg hi bestie ty for this i LOOOVE me some blushy eddie (if it was not obvious from my url lmao), please please enjoy this lil slice of sweetness!!

Buck does a double take.

"What— is that— are you blushing?"

Eddie splutters. "No, I'm not blushing," he denies, very firmly for a man whose cheeks are taking on a rapidly darkening shade of dusty rose. "I don't blush."

Buck narrows his eyes. Raises his brows. "Oh, but you do," he goads, and he can't keep the smile from dripping into the tease, "you are."

He makes the mistake of reaching out — the mesmerizing urge to feel the warmth of that rosy flush beneath his palm, his fingertips too strong to resist.

Eddie swats at his hand, and twists his torso away from Buck. "I'm not," he repeats, but even with his back to Buck, the stain of it still crawls across the nape of Eddie's neck. Colors the tips of his ears scarlet.

Grinning sharply, Buck redirects and pinches the shell of one. "Tell your ears that," he laughs.

Eddie yelps, and hunches forward, curling up like a bug. "Shut— shut up," he grumbles, embarrassed, and buries his face into his hands.

"Wait, wait, no," Buck pouts, clambering onto his knees so that he can shuffle forward on the sinking couch and drape himself over Eddie's back. His arms slip around either side of Eddie's neck, fingers closing around his wrists. "No, come on, don't hide! It's— Eddie, it's cute."

"Buck, oh my god."

"Eddie, come on!" Buck presses. "Please. Please let me see. Please."

Eddie groans, and sags back in an embarrassingly quick defeat, letting himself be caught against Buck's chest, in the cradle of his arms. He tips his chin up, his head falling onto Buck's shoulder, and, slowly, he peels his hands away from his face.

There he is.

Soft around the edges and still glowing gloriously pink. He's beautiful. So so beautiful.

Sometimes Buck can't even believe he gets to look at him. It feels too good to be his life.

"Happy?" Eddie grumbles, trying his damndest to frown, but his mouth just goes all pinched in the way it gets when he's clearly trying to hold back a smile.

Buck doesn't hold his back. He lets it spread across his cheeks, lets it stretch his mouth wide. He shifts, careful not to dislodge Eddie, but moves far enough back that he can draw his hands up. Can cup Eddie's face gently, between both palms. The skin is just as soft, just as warm as he'd hoped.

Their eyes catch, like this. Buck bent over Eddie, Eddie gazing moonily up.

Buck's smile goes lopsided. Eddie's breaks through. Bashful and sweet.

Buck's thumbs brush over the rosy red apples of those cheeks. Then, he dips down to smack a kiss to the left one. The right one. The bridge of Eddie's nose.

Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.

"Mm," Buck hums, relishing in the fresh bloom of crimson that spreads across Eddie's face, "very happy."

[emmyrosee]

I would like to share that Sukuna is the typa guy to bite you affectionately

Like as in take a whole chuck of your cheek type of biting 😭

OH HE SO IS, AND HE ALSO DOES IT UNPROVOKED THE LITTLE MONSTER.

There’s times when you know you’re going to get bitten, just. Because. And it’s not always hard, per se. Like, when you’re fresh out of the shower and you smell extra good, skin warm from the water, he stalks up to you and rests his beefy hands on your hips and buries his face in your neck, taking deep inhales of your scent.

“Pervert,” you giggle, and he digs his nails into the meat of your hips in retaliation.

“You smell divine,” he murmurs, nose tracing up the side of your neck, to the spot behind your ear. It’s one of the things you always found interesting about sukuna, how when you’re basically turned into a human version of freshly washed blanket, he’s completely at your mercy and extremely pliant.

Then, as you open your mouth to speak, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into the flesh of your cheek, canines stinging your flesh as the bite grows harder. “Sukuna,” you grumble in warning, already knowing there’s going to be more than a bite mark that you’ll have to blame on his dog for. He snarls but pulls back, pressing a kiss to the spot as if to soothe it. “Thank you.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t like my bites. I thought you liked the affection shit.”

“I do,” you assure, resting your head against him. “But you leave marks. Bite gentle.” You angle your head up to look at him, “but I do love your bites. Because they’re from you.”

“Eugh.”

“I just wish you’d be more gentle with them, stinkerbutt.”

“Genuinely hate when you talk to me.”

Other times, Sukuna is just… feral.

You could be doing anything on the planet- brushing your teeth, chopping carrots, folding laundry, and he just sneaks up behind you and grabs your chin in his beefy hand, and for a half a second you’re like “omg he’s so cute-“ and then he absolutely chomps your lips, teeth coming down hard enough to draw blood from the bottom lip if he’s not careful with his cuteness aggression.

“Owww,” you whine, dropping your laundry and coming up to grab his shoulders, trying to reel your head back from the bite. “Whyyyy?”

“I must mark my territory,” he says simply, thumb rolling over the now sore mark on your lip. "You'll thank me one day."

"Kuna, I'm very rarely without you, I wear your clothes and your colognes, your hair is everywhere, there isn't much more territory for you to mark."

He rolls his eyes into the back of his skull, and when you scoff at his dramatics, he leans over to gently press a kiss to the slightly still throbbing lip. You can't help but smile softly, "there. That enough to stop your bitchin' and moanin'?"

"For now," you hum, pressing another kiss to his lips