Being an omega and an enemy combatant, running into alpha!soap in a confined area
Heâs got the bulk to knock you flat on your ass after a few grueling minutes that feel like a lifetime. No matter, youâve done more with less beforeâ his neck is unprotected, so you crane your neck and open your mouth, ready to gore him.
Youâve done it before. No big deal. But you donât anticipate the groan-turned-chuckle and the growing hard-on pressing against your gut. Your brain freezes for a split secondâ enough for him to pry a gloved hand between your jaws and his arteries and yank you off. So now heâs only slightly maimed rather than dead. He turns his head to see the blood drip from your mouth before slamming his forehead into yours, your head thunking against the floor. It gives him just enough time to zip tie your wrists and throw you over his shoulder right as he gets a message in his earpiece to head back.
He earns no end of side-eye when he meets with the rest of the 141, his neck noticeably mutilated while his blood is smeared from the tip of your nose to the bottom on your chin, and steadily dripping down to stain the collar of your uniform. Soap looks pleased as punch. Youâre visibly bristling and breathing through gritted teeth.
âYe all laughed, said itâd never happen, but guess who found themselves a pretty little omega? Didnât even have to buy âer a drink,â he announces with a puffed chest. âGot a bonnie little nip ta prove it nâ everythinâ.â Heâs practically purring like a contented cat while he guides you by your restraints to the back of the jeep. Once theyâre sat inside and on the road, Ghost takes a handful of bills from his vest pocket and counts them.
â50 quid says the omega kills him before the staph infection doesâ
Sukuna loves his needy, clingy, clueless little girlfriend â and heâd rather die than ever say it out loud.
âŠ. cws : smut, possessive dynamics, lots of physical touch, weirdly soft moments/obsession, light angst, fluff, two idiots in love. âŠ. wc : 2k
Ryomen Sukuna didnât believe in love at first sightâŠ
Though technically⊠you were the one who picked him.
Like a puppy choosing its owner. Right?
You just walked up to him that day and hung off his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You rubbed your cheek against his shoulder, searched for his hand in the crowd, looked up at him with those needy eyes that made him think: youâre either weird, or just⊠weird?
But you were so sweet...
You were so shamelessly desperate for his attention that he let you stay.
Back then he didnât realize youâd stick to him forever...
Youâre always touching him.
On walks, you slip your freezing hands into his jacket pockets and hook your fingers with his.
In line, you wedge yourself in front of him, forcing his hands into your coat pockets.
In elevators, you turn around, slide your hands into his back pockets, pull him closer and melt against him.
Sukuna mutters, âPeople are staring.â And you just press closer.
You donât care about people.
You donât care about anything except him.
When you sit at a cafe, you wrap both your legs around his under the table.
Hook your heels around his ankle, rub against him like a cat in heat.
He gets hard, his jeans start digging into him, and Sukuna leans down to your ear with a smirk. âWanna find somewhere private?â
And you look at him with the most innocent eyes in the world.
Youâre just a little stupid, right? Not even doing it intentionally.
And that drives him even crazier.
Youâre a menace, you know that?
He swears it under his breath like itâs an insult. It isnât.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His innocently sinful, doesnât-even-know-what-sheâs-doing girlfriend.
At every party you stand next to him while he talks to his friends, clinging to his arm so his hand ends up dangerously close to between your thighs when you rest your head on his shoulder.
His friends tease him.
Sukuna snaps back, but youâre already dragging him away, whining, âDance with me!â
It takes you less than a second to reach for him, your palm settling right over the growing bulge in his jeans.
Sukuna leans down, voice rough: âKeep this up and Iâll fuck you right here.â
You smile, bite his bottom lip and whisper, âPromise?â
Sukuna swallows and thinks about how heâs a damn prude for thinking there are too many people here.
Sukuna, for fuckâs sake, blushes.
And he thinks youâre actually going to drive him insane.
But youâre his girlfriend.
His makes-him-lose-his-mind girlfriend.
At home you never leave him alone.
If heâs cooking, youâre behind him, hugging his waist, pressing your forehead between his shoulder blades, making it impossible to chop vegetables.
If heâs reading, youâre sprawled on his chest, tracing the lines with your finger even though itâs your book and youâre the one reading out loud.
If youâre watching a movie, youâre on his chest again, dragging your finger over his collarbones, biting at the skin of his neck, leaving tiny red marks between his tattoos.
Sukuna hisses, âStop it. Iâve got classes tomorrow. I canât show up covered in hickeys.â
You lick the spot like youâre âhealingâ it
Whatâs he supposed to do? Strangle you?
Youâre his girlfriend.
His bitey, has-no-boundaries girlfriend.
You sit on his thigh when you eat. Not next to him â on him.
Chairs are for strangers. You belong on Sukuna.
You reach over him for the remote, for chips, for his coffee because yours got cold.
You lick sauce off his fingers and look at him like you did nothing wrong.
You eat from his fork because it âtastes better,â drink from his mug because itâs âwarmer,â rub your cheek against his shoulder because you âneed to.â
Sukuna hasnât eaten a hot meal in months.
You never let him focus.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His hyper, always-hungry-for-him girlfriend.
Sukunaâs gaming, last HP, intense fight, adrenaline spiking â and you crawl into his lap like you belong there.
Sit on his thighs, wrap your arms around his neck and stare at him.
âIâm bored,â you whine.
Then you start moving. Grinding when heâs tense, matching your hips to his clicks, breathing into his neck, letting out little sounds.
Youâre cheating. You bite his ear harder. Now all he can think about is fucking you on the desk while the entire voice chat hears.
Sukuna growls, âLet me finish the fight, woman!â
You have the worst timing on the planet.
And the audacity to look innocent about it.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His canât-let-him-play-in-peace girlfriend.
In the morning you wake him up your way. Kissing his chest, his stomach, going lower while heâs still half-asleep.
He jolts awake and fists your hair, tugging you back from his cock.
âAre you insane?!â
You look at him with sleepy eyes, lick your lips and lean in to kiss him.
âMorning,â you purr, pressing your naked body to his, leg thrown over his thigh, fingers already sliding down his cock, guiding him to your pussy...
And Sukuna realizes it really is a good morning.
In the bathroomâŠ
God, youâre in there with him too.
You drag him into the shower every morning. âSukuna-aa, get in here.â
He goes.
Because if he doesnât, youâll walk out soaking wet and naked and stick to him on the cold floor.
Whoâs the crazy one here? He doesnât have a choice.
You soap his back, drag your hands down his chest. He prays you donât bite his nipple or heâs done for and theyâll both be late to class.
You brush your ass against him âaccidentallyâ when reaching for shampoo.
âYouâre doing that on purpose, arenât you?â he hisses.
You blink at him. âDoing what?â
You blink at him like youâre the victim here.
Like heâs the one starting trouble.
You brush your teeth together every morning.
You squeeze between him and the sink, so he has to brush his teeth basically hugging you from behind.
He watches your reflection â you in his oversized shirt, messy and happy. Him â trapped, grumpy, and somehow⊠well-rested. Satisfied.
âHow did I end up like this?â he thinks.
But he doesnât remove his hand from your waist.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His dumb, clingy girlfriend.
You wear his clothes.
His shirts are your pajamas. His hoodies are yours now. Even his socks. Theyâre huge on you. He finds you in his favorite boxers and just sighs. Useless to argue...
Youâre his girlfriend.
His tiny thief of a girlfriend.
You bite him. All the damn time.
Biceps, neck, even his nose once. âAre you a dog?â he snaps.
You lick the bite and smile. He mutters under his breath.
Once you actually bit down on his nose so hard you cut off his breathing, and for a second he genuinely thought you might kill him in his sleep.
Youâd bite him in public if he let you.
You probably would, actually.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His weird, bitey, obsessed-with-him girlfriend.
Sukuna sometimes refuses to let you suck him off.
Not because he doesnât want you to.
But because he genuinely fears youâll get too enthusiastic and bite his dick off.
He sees the sparkle in your eyes when you reach for his waistband and wonders if he actually values his life.
And when Sukuna eats you out â thatâs a whole different level of extreme sports.
You clamp your thighs around his head so tight his vision actually starts to blur. Sukuna smacks your hip.
âBreathe! Let me fucking breathe!â
You loosen your grip for a second â just a second â and then pull him right back because it feels too good.
And heâs smiling through it, half suffocating.
Because dying like that â between your thighs, strangled by the sweetest girl in the world â might honestly be the best way to go.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His dangerous, deadly girlfriend.
You sleep on top of him, wrapped around his body with your arms and legs.
You basically use him as a mattress, a blanket, and a stuffed toy all at once.
Sukuna wakes up in the middle of the night because his arm is numb, his leg is numb, his back hurts, and he swears even his ear fell asleep.
Itâs hot, suffocating. Heâs thirsty. He needs to turn over.
He tries to peel you off him â you just keep sleeping, wearing the dumbest, happiest expression in the world.
Youâre snoring softly into his armpit, twitching in your sleep and only clinging tighter.
Sukuna looks at you and briefly considers poking you in the nose.
Instead, he kisses your forehead and stays where he is, feeling every part of his body go numb. He stares at the ceiling, listening to you breathe.
âFucking little parasiteâŠâ he mutters under his breath.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His forever girlfriend.
Even during fights you cling to him.
You yell at each other. You scream. Slam doors. Say awful things...
And five minutes later you crawl back to him and rest your head on his knees.
You wrap your arms around his legs, press your nose into his stomach and sit there until he starts stroking your hair.
âIâm sorry. I love you. Donât be mad,â you whisper.
And he canât stay mad.
âYouâre unbearable,â he grumbles.
But youâre already leaning in to kiss him, already tugging his shirt up because making up has to be done properly.
And Sukuna gives in...
Youâre his girlfriend.
You latch onto him when he leaves for work.
Cry like itâs a tragedy.
You hang off his leg while heâs trying to put on his sneakers.
You wrap around his torso while heâs grabbing his keys.
You stand in the doorway with wet eyes, and every single time he considers just staying home.
Sukuna kisses your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. Peels you off himself and leaves.
Three hours later he comes back â and you jump on him again.
Wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and he catches you automatically, stepping back so he doesnât fall.
You cling to him like a little monkey, rubbing your nose against his neck.
âMissed youuu,â you whine.
His bag drops to the floor, his keys go flying somewhere into the hallway, and heâs standing there holding you under your thighs, grumbling that he hasnât even taken his shoes off yet.
But heâs smiling.
Youâre his girlfriend.
His always-jumps-into-his-arms girlfriend.
Sukuna grumbles.
Constantly.
He grumbles when you rub up against him in the kitchen.
When you climb into his lap mid-game.
When you bite his nose.
When you drag him into the shower.
When you steal his boxers.
When you lick his face after sex.
He grumbles when you shove your freezing hands into his pockets in winter. When you sit on his thigh at dinner.
When you refuse to let him get up from the couch because youâve already made yourself comfortable on top of him and youâre not moving.
âGet off.â
âCut it out.â
âLet me eat in peace.â
âI donât have a single shirt left thatâs actually mine.â
âCan I pee alone? Are you gonna stand outside the door?â
âYouâre gonna eat me alive one day.â
But when you fall asleep on his chest with the dumbest, happiest expression in the world, when your fingers loosen around his forearm, when you snore and twitch in your sleep, pressing closerâ he just looks at you and thinks.
He thinks about the day you just walked up and glued yourself to him.
About how you filled his apartment with your smell, your things, your endless energy â everywhere, all the time, no breaks, no pause button, not even a damn lunch break...
About how you chose him.
Couldâve chosen someone who wouldnât pretend to be annoyed when you crawl into their lap. Fucking Gojo, for example â touch-starved, always reaching, always wanting, clingy, touchy, just as damn needy as you are.
Annoyed, Sukuna pulls you closer.
Fucking Gojo can go to hell.
Sukuna is hopelessly obsessed with his clingy girlfriend.
Heâs just too stubborn to admit how much.
You donât even know what youâve done to him.
And heâs not about to tell you.
Sukuna doesnât even remember what it was like before your hands were always reaching for him.
Before your lips were always searching for his.
Before your body was constantly pressed against his.
Before your whispers at night.
Before your âI missed youâ in the hallway.
And when you cry because he was five minutes late and think he doesnât love you, he sighs, pulls you close, kisses your hair.
âIdiot,â he whispers. âI was late because of traffic, but next time Iâll threaten the cab driver to go faster. Deal?â
Youâre dramatic. Completely dramatic.
Sukuna smiles when he feels you nod and already start slipping your hands under his shirt.
Because the truth is â if you ever stopped being like this, if you suddenly became distant and independent â he wouldnât survive it.
Heâd be the one clinging to you. Forever.
Youâre his girlfriend.
And he wouldnât trade you for a peaceful life.
Not for anything.
Sukuna just really loves his needy, clingy, ridiculous, loved, clueless little girlfriend.
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I honestly adore your bitey series, and saw your suggestions were open. Do you mind if I suggest Arlecchino, Beidou, Hu Tao, Rosaria, Yanfei, Kuki, and Ganyu for the Bitey Series? I'm super interested in your hc ideas gkjddfgkl (Don't feel bad if you wanna not write for some of the characters I just listed gjkfdkfjgljk I just went with six because each of your bitey posts also have six so I used it as a baseline jkfgjkdgjk) I hope you're having a good day/night!
Thanks so much for the request!! Iâm more than happy to do this, I really had a lot of fun writing the bitey reader series, something about it just makes my little heart happy <3 It seems like you actually submitted seven here, which is alright!! Thank you for noticing about the number of characters i usually have per post, it means a lot to me kjdkdfs
I think i may have to give Yanfei, Shinobu and Ganyu a miss for now since Iâm not familiar at all with writing them, but Iâll keep them on my list, donât worry!
Content: Gender neutral reader who bites as a sign of platonic affection.Â
Arlecchino is used to being bitten. She works with children who will bite for a large myriad of reasons. She may not like it, but she understands it comes from a place of not being able to verbalise a certain emotion. At first sheâll be concerned that thereâs something wrong, and will try to pinpoint what it is. Eventually, sheâll move on to being mildly annoyed, shooing you off, and then finally just settling for it and realising itâs just a way of you asking for attention. If sheâs busy, she may brush you off and move away, but sheâll make a note to give you the affections that youâre pining for when she has a moment. If you have a particularly close relationship with her sheâll let it fly if she knows youâve had a bit of a rough/long day.
Beidou finds it kind of funny, though she doesnât entirely understand it. Sheâll just laugh like youâve told her some kind of hilarious joke, shaking her head and tutting her tongue as she pats you on the head and jokes that some kind of shark or something mustâve gotten on board while her back was turned. Though if you consistently do it, she may ask if youâve gotten into the liquor (sheâs got a few crew members who get a little⊠bitey, once theyâve had a few drinks), or kind of semi-awkwardly try to redirect you onto something (or someone) else. Eventually she just resigns to her fate though, and you get to nibble on her to your heart's content! Sheâll just sort of phase it out after a while.
Hu Tao kind of adores it - she lives for non-traditional acts of affection and the like, so will almost immediately try to get you back. Sheâll turn it up a notch and just CHOMP down on you, giggling all the while. She thinks it's a very silly and fun way of communicating affection, and it feels strangely natural to her, as do most âunorthodoxâ ways of making people know how much she likes them. Sheâs fairly well known for doing things like this in her own unorthodox way, and once she knows you're open to it, you'll often find yourself on the receiving end of one of her rather 'quirky' ways of showing affection, which include tying things to the ends of your hair (usually ribbons, feathers or charms for warding off spirits or bad luck), pocketing some of your belongings while you're not looking or just grabbing ahold of you or your clothing and clinging tight.
Rosaria is entirely baffled, and maybe even a little offended. Sheâll pull away sharply and give you a stern look, but wonât directly say anything about it. If you try again, youâll earn an annoyed sigh. Repeated attempts will reward you with progressively more annoyed reactions, eventually escalating to you getting bopped (mostly gently) on the head with a book or paper she has on hand. After that, if you do it again, she can and will just walk away. She doesnât understand and doesnât really have a heavy desire to try and understand - all she knows is that itâs bothering her and she doesnât like it. If you're in a situation that she isn't able to walk away from, you'll likely find yourself getting scolded or grumbled at - don't get too upset though, she isn't really that mad, and will forget about it pretty quickly.
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