#who doesn't fantasize about biting into their girlfriend?

[thebubblybutcher]

would you eat Kat?

hunter looks oddly caught off guard by the question and her expression blanks for a second. after a moment of thought, it quickly turns to a coy grin.

"... only if she'd really like me to."

[lizzieisright]

it needs to be said... can we imagine pre-sub abby who's a little shy about asking you to dom her, but she's """really""" into the idea and one day you walk in on her fucking herself moaning your name.

MDNI

Pre-sub Abby is a confused baby, she has this.. urge, this desire, but she doesn't know how to articulate it properly, she can't ask for it because she doesn't have the words.

And you don't see it yet to help her, so Abby is miserable. She loves it when she tops you, holds you down and makes you take everything, but in her most embarrassing moments she fantasizes about you making her take everything.

And Abby is so embarrassed, because she is not small or delicate or weak, but her desires creep on her, making her not able to think about anything else, and she gives up.

You're on duty, and Abby is so fucking horny. She needs you so much her body trembles, and she can't wait for you to come back, she has to take care of herself.

It starts innocently enough, and Abby is shyly playing with her clit, for some reason feeling like she is being watched, even though she is alone (she is paranoid, she checked). Her breath gets heavier, cloudy memories of the times when you had sex spiking her arousal.

The way your hands feel on her skin, the way you voice falls an octave when your eyes are full of lust - oh, it drives her insane. Abby feels hot and takes her t-shirt off, laying naked on the bed.

What would you do if you saw her right now? Her blushing face, her wet, dripping cunt with her hand between her legs - what would it make you do?

Abby bites her lip to muffle her moans as she imagines you scolding her in a loving manner like you always do when she fucks up your dinner. Couldn't wait for me, babygirl? Your voice chuckles in her head, Well then, give me a show.

And oh, Abby does. She pinches her nipple with her free hand, rolling it between her fingers as she slaps her pussy lightly, because this is what you'd do to punish her for being so impatient. Come on baby, fuck yourself for me, be a good girl, you murmur in her mind and Abby whimpers like a little slut she is and pushes two fingers inside, not caring about the burning sensation she gets from being stretched so suddenly.

"I'll be so good for you." Abby hears herself whisper and she can't even feel embarrassed right now. She imagines it's your fingers which are pounding roughly into her. "Fuck, (y/n)!" Abby sobs while her other hand starts circling her clit, bringing her closer to her orgasm.

The real you though just came into your apartment and heard Abby sob your name. But you don't even think about a possibility of your girlfriend shamelessly fucking herself, no - you think she is hurt and needs your help. Your heart sink in worry and you take your shoes and jacket off in record time, storming to the bedroom just to freeze in the doorway.

Abby is plastered on the bed, naked, and she is fucking herself with three fingers, going knuckle deep on each thrust. Her face and tits are red, her hair is a mess, and-

"(y/n), let me cum- please let me cum-" She begs the imaginative you, but real you almost fall from hearing Abby fucking Anderson beg.

You swallow hard and decide to just watch and not interrupt in case it will ruin Abby's orgasm, but hearing the squelching of her pussy, her whimpers of your name becomes more unbearable with every second and you can't take it anymore.

You startle Abby when you get on the bed and she immediately looks embarrassed and tries to mumble an explanation, but you don't need it.

"You wanna cum, baby?" You ask her in your low from arousal voice and Abby whimpers, her eyes rolling back. "Answer me."

Oh fuck, Abby thinks and her whole body shakes. This is so much better than her fantasies.

"Yes." Abby manages to say.

"Open up then."

Abby shyly spreads her thighs and you go down, get yourself comfortable and push two of your own fingers inside. Abby moans and tries to hide her face behind her hand, but you move it away.

"Watch me." You tell her and Abby can only nod.

You lick a strip from her hole to her clit and Abby's thighs close on you, but you don't care as long as your tongue is attached to her puffy clit, as long as she keeps sobbing and moaning your name like a fucking pray. You can't help your own growl when she starts to squirm, but Abby stops moving, her eyes pleading and desperate as she keeps watching you destroy her pussy.

"I'm gonna cum- oh my god-fuck-fuck!" She sobs and almost curls on herself, spasming around your fingers as she cums.

You smile wolfishly while Abby comes undone and kiss her thigh when she lies back down, breathing heavily. She twitches when you take your fingers out, and then reality hits her.

Abby can't help but to hide her face again, so fucking embarrassed - not only you caught her getting off, but now you also knew what she was getting off to.

"Oh my fucking god." She says, mortified, but you only chuckle.

"It was hot, Abby. Fucking scared me at first though, I thought something happened." You kiss her tit since she refuses to show her face.

"Sorry." Abby says into her own hands, still cringing. "I didn't mean for you so see.. this."

"Because big strong Abby doesn't beg?" You tease her and she hits you playfully. "Sorry. It was hot. If I knew you wanted me to dom you, I'd have tied you to the bed like, yesterday."

Abby's eyes get wide open. That was the word she was looking for: she wanted you to dom her.

"Really?" Abby asks as she moves her hands away to look at you, hopeful and vulnerable.

"Yes." You kiss her finally. "How about we take a shower and then I'll show how else I can make you beg, hm?"

[astyrial]

that's that me espresso osamu miya x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: osamu wakes you up word count: 600 warnings: slightly suggestive masterlist | requests are open

    "hon, i can't sleep for the life of me," osamu's hand rests on your waist, head raised a little so his lips are right by your ear. 

  you let out a little sigh, eyes blinking slowly as you try to slowly acclimate yourself to being awake. the room is still dark and you can't quite see anything, a yawn quickly coming to the surface. for a moment, a part of you wants to head back to sleep, however, you can't ever seem to say no to him, "bad dream or something?"

  his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you tight to him. osamu's body heat quickly warms you up in the cold of night, "no, i just haven't been able to sleep. especially with you laying there so beautifully."

  you can't help but smile to yourself, always charmed by his suave talk and gentle hands. even when he's waking you up in the middle of the night, you're still smiling and falling more in love by the night. "really? you're pulling that kind of card today?" you finally turn around to look at him, his gaze lovingly resting on you.

  "what? i can't tell my girlfriend just how beautiful she is? how much she stuns me?" osamu props himself up on his arm, looking down at you as your head lays peacefully on the pillow.

  "only if you do something about it," you bite your lip, watching as he lowers to give you a stomach-churning kiss, stopping him as he's inches away, "like making me breakfast in bed.."

  osamu sits back up, shaking his head lightly. a dusting of a smile rests playfully on his lips. the way he looks at you rivals that of aphrodite and any lover that could lay their eyes on her. maybe it's just you fantasizing how much he adores you (however, a man who isn't deeply in love with you, wouldn't look at you in such a way). 

  "i know the perfect breakfast," osamu leans back down, planting a kiss on your lips, his free hand resting on your cheek. 

  you smile into the kiss, bring your hand up and grasping his upper arm. even in the dead of night, you can feel the passion and energy that surrounds osamu. his finger running along your jaw, feeling it move every time you give him another kiss. the only thing ruining the moment is a thick gurgle from your stomach. 

  as soon as it sounds out throughout the room, osamu leans back, laughing heartily. "you really want that breakfast in bed, don't you?"

  "how could you tell?" you keep your hand on his arm, playing with his shirt sleeve. 

  "so, what would you like, my liege? some toast and tamagoyaki, since you seemed to love it when we visited that diner," osamu raises his eyebrows, shifting his weight slightly so that his arm doesn't fall asleep.

  you let out a short sigh, looking up as if you can't quite decide what you want for breakfast. however, it very much is what you want for breakfast. especially because it's osamu making it, his skills unmatched at making you the happiest person alive. "yeah.. yeah, that would be good. and maybe some espresso if you want me up all night," you  give him a quick wink, hiding a smile.

  "i should get to work on that, then," osamu leans down, giving you a kiss that has you wishing for more. 

  "yeah, you definitely should," you kiss the side of his mouth as he starts to get up, his absence making you a bit chillier once more.

[idonotwanttogrowupbitch]

Rodrick Heffley fluff alphabet.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

when you start dating this man is not at all affectionate, he doesn't really know what to do, he never had a girlfriend before and doesn't want to do something that you will feel uncomfortable with but when the relationship progresses he has more confidence to do things, he will hold your hand, hug you and give you kisses, this man can be very romantic.

if you were best friends before you started dating, its completly different, i actually made headcanons about that here.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He obviously love every part of your body, but, if he have to choose one (without being sexual) your hands, oh man he loves them, every chance he gets he will hold your hand and intertwine your fingers, he likes it and does it without realizing it when you are close, he also leaves little kisses on them from time to time, and if you caress his face he will probably bite them or kiss them, you'll never know he's next movement.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes .Always , believe me when I tell you that this man IS the most clingy in the relationship, probably initiating most of the cuddle sessions.

D= Dates (What are dates with them like?)

PARADISE, dates with this man are the best thing in the world, he will always try to make sure you both have a good time, even if you don't leave the house, just spending time together is more than enough for him, for sure all of them include food and music, believe me when I tell you that you will ALWAYS have a good time.

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

he thinks he is the dominant one but both you and he knows he is not, maybe at the beginning of the relationship he will be like "I am the man and I will protect you, I'm very cool" but as time goes by he will let himself go more for you, he will keep doing things like opening the door for you to come in or leaving you his jacket if you are cold but you will be the one guiding the relationship (mostly because you are the more mature one, probably).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Thinking of you as his wife is somethign he loves , fantasizes about it and probably proposed to you a million times , literally for anything, you would just hand him the class notes and he would be like "please marry me", but he wouldn't really be aware of the commitment of a marriage.

G= Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He is very appreciative of what his partner does for him and is very grateful and feels very lucky to have them and tells them when he can, but at some point in the relationship after dating for a long time he would inadvertently start to take his partner for granted, without realizing it he simply stopped seeing the things you do for him becoming even distant or "ungrateful" looking like only you put effort into the relationship, you would talk and he would definitely feel very guilty he would hug you and not let go for like 15 hours, he will definitely be much more attentive to you and what you do for this relationship, he will also contribute by making everything equitable, this relationship will make this man mature really.

it would be the only serious disscusion you could ever have.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Remember when i said he is the one who start the cuddle sessions? well, there's your answer, this man LOVES hugs, but only your hugs, and probably hugs you most of the time, every time he got the chance he do it (especially from behind)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Hard to believe or not, I don't think he says it so fast, probably after you went out a few times while you were listening to music in his van he just looked at you sweetly and when you turned to look at him he just said "I love you" (his most romantic moment for sure).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A lot, he sees that a guy talks to you and automatically stands next to you and say "hi honey" and then he will tell the guy that he IS your boyfriend, but it is mostly because he is insecure and not because he distrusts you, he is afraid that you will find someone better than him and change him (he'll never admit it) but after you show him that he is ENOUGH the jealousy calms down and little by little disappears.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The first kiss was awkward what can I tell you, he was nervous and stealing a kiss from you was not his best choice (he almost broke a tooth) and in the beginning of the relationship most of the kisses were short and sweet (mostly because he didn't know how to ) but with time when you try something more passionate he learns little by little and ends up being a VERY good kisser.

L= Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

It was very cute but still awkward, you know, Rodrick style, You two had been classmates for a while and Rodrick had always liked you, so one day he just came up to you and said (while being such a blushing mess):

"hi y/n"

"oh, Rodrick, hi, what's up?"

"I was wondering if.... well, yes, if... youwouldliketogooutwithmeonedayyouareaverycoolgirlandIwouldliketogooutwithyouonlyifyouwanttoofcourse,itwouldbeverycoolifyoualsowanttoyouknowasfriendsorsomethingelse."

"sure..."

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy and affectionate, if you stayed to sleep with him in his house you have to be clear that as soon as you get into his bed you will not get out of there ever unless you necessarily have to, Rodrick will hug you or fall asleep on you and you can not get up, when you finally get rid of that and you get up and get to go to the bathroom or something be sure that he will either go looking for you or start calling you to come back with him

N = Nicknames  (What do they call their s/o?)

More often babe but if he's joking or he wants to get your attention, he'll say something super specific and clingy like "my sweet gummi gum".

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It's VERY obvious that Rodrick is in love, even if he didn't say anything everyone knows he is in love and of whom is in love. He literally can't stop looking at you when you are around and will definitely try to get your attention or hit on you with his eyes making everyone around him notice his crush and when you are together he shows you off to everyone (literally) so everyone knows who is Rodrick Heffley's girlfriend and crush.

P = PDA  (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss when others are watching?)

Remember I said that everyone knows who Rodrick Heffley's girlfriend is? As soon as you start dating this man screams that you are together, he wouldn't deny your relationship for the world.

As far as public pda I have only one thing to say and that is DEFINITELY, this man would make out with you in public if you let him, he is not denying anything, the limit is set by you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Being honest, he wouldn't remember every little detail of things you tell him but he is an attentive boyfriend he remembers your favorite ice cream, your favorite song, what you don't like and what you do, if he forgets something important you told him (or your anniversary) he will apologize for like 5 minutes straight even if you tell him it doesn't matter to him (in general he cares about you a lot)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn't have a particular favorite since he enjoys every moment he spends with you but if he had to choose it would be the time he teach you how to play the drums (although maybe he doesn't say it or express it, he love every second of that day).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Not too much, he makes sure you are always well and cares about you but he also knows that you can do it on your own.

as for him he doesn't like you to protect him too much (he loves it) or at least not in public because he doesn't want people to think he's not cool.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

Although the dates look very simple, he really tries hard to make you have a good time with him, and if it's your anniversary, even more so, although he would end up taking you to the amusement park or something like that, he is romantic in his own way.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

this man has a lot of bad habits, he sleeps badly, it's not that he doesn't sleep but that he sleeps too much, eating habits (unhealthy food and that somedays he barely eat because he was sleeping all day) and his dubious hygiene (I still love you Rodrick).

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

50/50

he wants to look cool but we all know how little he cares about his hygiene, probably after he met you he started to bathe more often

he worries about what he wears and how his hair looks, he always wants to look cool you know, I see him in front of the mirror for 45 minutes trying to do his eyeliner with his mother's eyeliner.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Probably yes, and even more if you have been dating for a long time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He LOVES when you do his eyeliner for him, always ask you to do it, although it is still a difficult task because he doesn't keep his eyes closed because he wants to see you and he says many things that will make you laugh or break your concentration + he is not completly still (he's an earthquake) so what was a 5 minute task becomes a 30 minute one.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don't think he'll wouldn't like something in a partner but in general probably public PDA with another person than you, he loves when you do it because he wants everyone to know you are his girlfriend but if Greg or Susan hug him in public he would be embarrased.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I had already mentioned it and it is something we all know but even so, this man sleeps too much he can sleep 72 hours straight also having a very heavy sleep, there could be an earthquake or explosions and he would still not woke up.

i know i've been dissapeared for a long time but i still hope you like this <3

[dairy-farmer]

SPEAKING of my Andriods Nightgaurd ficlet? And my ongoing campaign of Sexy Civilian!Tim encounters?

:Dc

Night Gaurd Tim? owo? Jason doesn't die. But Tim's dad still does. New Dad is rich but An Asshole. So Tim studies like mad to get outta there. Lands a shotty apartment in HIS name. And a job!

That the Riddler destroys.

Okay... second try... SECOND job! Two-face. MOTHER FU-!

It keeps happening. He starts taking potshots at goons. He WANTS HIS PAYCHECK, damn it. He's tired of cheap ramen!

One of his Dad's old buddies see's him on a viral clip. He... *awkward cough* maaaay have swung a bat at Condiment King. To be FAIR... the shot super staining GOO all over the fashion line Tim JUST unboxed. He may have snapped a little.

But! It lands him a job!

Night Gaurd~ *jazz hands*

It's not like he sleeps at night anyway! Might as well get payed! He gaurds the satellite building used for staff overflow. It's only really in USE during certain seasons. But the don't want squatters or stolen company secrets.

O7 got it.

What he DOESN'T realize? That building has an EXCELLENT vantage point line of sight from certain parts of the roof. It's been part of the Bat's intersecting patrol paths for YEARS.

He doesn't notice them, at first. But they notice him. He's the cutie in uniform. Background check reveals some memes and that he used to be their neighbor etc.

Now, this can go one of two ways~ "Ivy assisted Fuck Seduction" or "I swear to GOD I WILL TRESPASS YOU-" It? Depends on if you want Timmers to notice! That waaait a second *squint*

Why does the roof... look EXACTLY the same as it did 8 days ago. Because he has freakishly good memory. Leading to him realizing the cameras? Hacked. There are 17 randomly played "night footage" banks. Son of a- *keeps open roof access to find the Bat's mid patrol Bat Burgering" YOU. #TheyCanExplain?

Or! Ivy, miffed that Bats made her MISS her girlfriends BIRTHDAY, decides? Fuck you in particular, actually. And hits him with a Pollen bomb.

He was standing RIGHT in front of the intake vent for the air conditioning. The whole BUILDING gets dusted. Not as concentrated, since it's spread out. But still exposer. Tim? Starts feeling off. Fever maybe? Weirdly horny. Really distracted, actually...

The Bat's? Drive Ivy off. Okay, who was hit? Everyone gets their antidote. We good? Let's head hooo-OMG! THE GAURD! FUCK.

And yep. Too late for an antidote too be effective. But don't worry Really Hot security Gaurd! They will- stop shoving! No you will not! I will-! No you have-! I said I WILL *Sibling jostling for the right to Help Tim*

Batman, NOT allowing himself to be distracted by gorgeous legs or the TIGHTEST little- Regardless, NOT letting himself getting distracted. Lends quite literally a hand. Gotta get that consent. For medical assistance. Because Bruce TOTALLY hasn't been fantasizing about taking this boy apart. Rocking his world then buying him breakfast.

He's just here to lend a dick in these trying times. Hero's duty and all.

And once Tim? Bat Fan and Bi Disaster realizes he has fucked the Bat's and they seemed REALLY into it? :Y he uuuh *cough* I mean, he's just SAYING... no one said you had to STOP... options THERE...

Now? They REALLY like that building. Great rest stop. Grab a bite to eat, drink something, fuck the night gaurd, take a nap, you name it!

Tim REALLY likes his new job. He's great at it.

-🐼🐼🐼

tim being the shared fucktoy among the bats❤️

[spidervee]

coming soon! -> the good man's grace • tangerine x fem!reader

summary: tangerine doesn't make mistakes. until he does. and it all starts on the day he walks into the owl's hollow, a pretty little bookshop tucked away in an alley somewhere in london. his theft, a collection of poetry from one of his favourites, should be the end of it, but something (or someone) draws him back between the cluttered shelves. the shopkeeper, his sweet sparrow, who may not know his name, but knows much more than she's willing to let on.

a/n: i cannot stop thinking about this man and how he'd fall in love with the sweetest heart only to be (pleasantly?) surprised that she's more than meets the eye so this is my latest brain worm that just won't go away. dropping within the next couple of days! (before 2023)

warnings: 18+ only; canon-typical violence and gore; cursing (like, so fucking much of it); fem!reader who is also bi!reader; britishisms written by a canadian with zero clue; bookshop!reader has no racial or body type descriptors, other than being shorter than tangerine (and having smaller hands than his); kidnapping; non-con photos and a threat of a*sault (but no actual a*sault); protective!tangerine; protective!lemon; smut (fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, fantasizing about oral sex); angsty!tangerine; semi-graphic descriptions of injury; bird motif; copious amounts of petnames; unnecessary references to bluey because the author loves that show

preview: The more often he visits, the worse it becomes. 

Tangerine contemplates burning your shop to the ground, only after checking that you’re not inside, of course. All he’d have to do is toss the fuckin' match and walk away. You’d collect a nice little insurance payout and he’d have no more excuses to see you. 

But therein lies the problem. Because as much as it makes no bloody sense, his fucked up brain wants to see you. He wants to see you every day in more places than this cozy little shop you've created and in less clothing than those bloody colourful dresses you're always wearing.

And you?

You think you might be developing a crush on moustache, as you've taken to calling him. Which is stupid because you don’t know anything about him aside from the fact that he’s got a mouth like a sailor and hands that look large enough to wrap around your throat and blue eyes that pierce your very being. And a moustache that reminds you of that seventies porno you'd watched years ago with your college girlfriend, just for shits and giggles. This bloke is the shit romance novels are made of—tall, dark, and handsome—and you’d gladly stock a hundred of them if he were on the cover, even though you like to think your shop is a little more refined than that. 

You watch him over the pages of your book as he weaves in and out of the shelves, a few volumes of poetry in his gloved hands, pointer finger tapping a frenetic beat on the hardback covers. He seems less at ease than usual—in fact, he's downright intense. How utterly Byronic of him.

Making up your mind, you set the book down and step out from behind the waist- high counter, floral skirt swishing about your hips.

“Is everything alright?” 

He blinks at you with those cerulean eyes that sit like sapphires upon his face, framed by fine lines of crow's feet. And then, before he can reply, you bite your lip and try a smile.

“Can I make you a cuppa?” 

[moonsb1996]

shiper and toxic relationships

okay ! Finally, I had to talk about this. As you can see, how many Yuri and Yaoi red flags have been flying in recent episodes? Yes, I'm talking about what we all know. A long time ago, I remember seeing Izuku and Ochako looking at each other and saying, So we all like the same thing? (Something like that) And it's Bakudeku and Togachako who have the same thing: golden-headed, likes to harm people (exploding, biting, or sucking blood?) Or the fancomic type where Bakugo gets into something. He exploded on himself. It's going to hit Izuku. And he exploded in his own throat, nearly suffocating Izuku. Even though later he will come to know and try to take care of him. Or the person who said Imagination Togachako, they were hugging each other. Then Toga will bite Ochako. (Something like that)

And everyone will say, wow, they love each other, they're so cute, etc. And I want to puke. What the fuck is this? Why do you all see physical harm? Or verbally abuse a lover, a person's partner, or a boyfriend or girlfriend. To be normal? Don't say to me, "It's just fiction, what are you thinking!" Guys! The manga's target audience is teenagers or younger.

You want to teach them that. Abuse of others Or is it normal to be abused? You don't do that. You wouldn't do that. That's like saying to the victim: It's just a slap, that's all. Just saying something hurtful. It's not that bad. Do you really think this is good? Is it acceptable? The answer is no.

These things can't be completely solved because humans are bad. I mean, yes, we are imperfect creatures. and the world we created From our imagination, it can lure people in one way or another. It's like something that happened a long time ago. The government wants its citizens to be able to read and write. created a TV series in which the MC wanted to be able to read and write and talk about its importance That country has children who want to be able to read and write. And it took a long time to reach the goals that their leaders wanted them to achieve. But you see, it can be done. And now you want to think Toxic relationships are good. Do you listen to yourself? Being fantasy isn't bad. But choose to express it appropriately.

Fantasy isn't bad. But you should show both sides. Like, is this kind of relationship good? If you make everyone feel like Even if people abuse you, no matter how bad, they do it because they love you. And you are at fault. Isn't it like we let him die? We adults know what is good and what is bad. But children perceive information differently than us. Even in this era, they say they're smart. But that doesn't mean they know everything like adults. And not all adults know everything either.

As I said Fantasy isn't bad. No matter how you fantasize, it's not wrong. But to scream at people who disagree with you Because he doesn't like your ship and then tries to put it in people's mouths and say, "You must like the toxic relationship too." It doesn't work. Scream, giving you satisfaction, but not too much. It's not difficult, right?

[authorautumnbanks]

A Thousand Days With You (4)

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Satoru pants as he rests his head against the bathroom wall. He fists his cock, gripping tightly as he squeezes the base and moves upward towards the head with frantic motions. Fuck him. That was an energy massage? He squeezes his eyes shut. The bathroom light is far too bright, even with the bandages over his eyes.

Everything is clearer. Brighter. Hell, he can still smell her sweet floral scent now. Her energy shimmers under his skin, taunting him with what could have been. What should have been.

Fuck, he's close. He lets out a shuddering breath. His body racked with pleasure. He should have known. Should have put a stop to it before it began, but damn if he wasn't curious. Gripping the head until it is almost painful, he drags his hand up and down. His other arm trembles from the sensations threatening to take him over.

Kagome has to know. She just has to. There is no way she can't tell what her powers do to him.

Shit.

He can see it so clearly. Her big brown eyes, those soft full lips, and those fucking legs that go on for miles. Needs to have those legs wrapped around him while he ...He's losing his mind. Going crazy for a woman he barely knows. A strangled groan claws its way out of his throat, and he comes with Kagome's name on his tongue. Satoru lifts his head and then bangs it against the wall.

What is wrong with him? He can't be fantasizing about her. Satoru opens his eyes and looks down at the mess. Damn. His cock twitches in his hand, ready to go again.

"I can't," he says with a sigh. Girlfriends are a pain and Kagome doesn't strike him as the type to be okay with a one-night stand. His chest tightens as his brows bunch together. Great, now he's being even more irrational.

Shoko. He needs to go see Shoko and get checked out. There is something terribly wrong with him.

"Who died?" Shoko asks, leaning against the railing as she lights a cigarette. Her hair is pulled back today in a low ponytail. The bags under her eyes are less puffy than they were last week. She must be getting more rest.

"No one." Satoru chews on his tongue. How to approach this? Just come out and say it? "I need a physical."

Shoko nearly drops the cigarette, but she catches it and puts it out with the back of her hand. "You need a physical? You have rct, what do you need me for?" The last part comes out slightly bitter.

"I value your opinion?"

Shoko huffs. "Whatever. Fine. Follow me." She slides the unused cigarette in her coat pocket. Her steps brisk. "Have you talked to Yaga?" She leads them to her office and waits for him to sit down on the examination table.

"Nah, it doesn't concern him." At least not yet. He hopes he doesn't have to explain this situation to Yaga. There is something inherently wrong with that. Satoru unwraps the bandages and sets them down next to him.

The room is bright. Way too vivid.

Shoko hums and places her hand on his abdomen. Feels wrong, like something doesn't want her curse energy anywhere near him. He frowns. It's never felt like that in the past when he did need her help, so why does it feel off now? Shoko pulls her hand back. Steam rises from it as if she's been burned.

"Satoru, what the hell?" Shoko stares at her hand. The steam should have dissipated by now, but it's still going. "Did you get hit by something?"

He shifts. "Not exactly. Long story short, the new teacher I'm advocating for is a priestess. She said my energy was all twisted up, and she offered to help." Though the reason he was all bent out of shape is because of Kagome, not because there is something wrong with him.

Shoko flexes her hand and wiggles her fingers. The steam stops. Thank Kami. A little concerning that it took this long for Shoko's healing to kick in.

"Did it burn you?"

Satoru bites his lip. It didn't burn him per se, but it ignited a fire within him that can't be quenched. "It doesn't hurt. It didn't hurt. But...," he trails off. How much is too much?

"Just come out and say it. You asked for my opinion." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cigarette and her lighter. "I can't help if I don't know what the hell is going on."

"It feels good. Really good. That massage was... I had to go home and jerk off." There he said it with a straight face, too.

Shoko stares at him and then takes a drag of her cigarette. "This massage turned you on?"

"Energy massage. She used her—"

"I got it." She rubs her forehead. "And you said she was a priestess?" At his nod, Shoko continues, "Well, that explains why your body reacted that way."

"I got hard because she's an attractive priestess?"

Shoko sucks her teeth and then takes another long drawl of her cigarette. "No, dumbass, I meant your body burning me. Whatever massage she gave you made your curse energy more potent, and it didn't want mine poking around. From what I could see, is that your reverse curse energy isn't working as hard. How does your brain feel?"

Satoru shrugs. "Fine. Feel lighter." That could be because he jerked off earlier, but whatever. "So my rct isn't working as hard to keep my brain refreshed?" That's oddly refreshing? Maybe he should be worried, but he can't muster up the energy to be that concerned.

"No, not from what I could gather. There's probably more, but whatever she did to you, it didn't want my curse energy there."

"Makes sense. Foreign to my body and all." He jumps off the table and puts his bandages back on. Still, he doesn't know why her energy turns him on so much, and so help him if her energy works the same on anyone else. He clenches his fists at his sides.

Yeah, no. No one else is getting an energy massage.

"If she's going to be a teacher here, then Yaga will want to know. Maybe see how much better everyone performs after one of her massages." Shoko walks over to the counter and puts the cigarette out. "So long as it doesn't turn everyone on like it does you, I don't think it would be a problem."

Satoru grits his teeth so hard, he tastes blood. Not happening.

"That sounds like a terrible idea," he spits out. "What if they get hurt and need you to heal them, but you can't because their curse energy rejects your healing?"

"... That's possible. But it might not do that. There are too many variables. Could always test it out on Ijichi since he's in no real danger."

The lightbulb flickers.

"Too many variables. We shouldn't rush into this. Kagome will need time to acclimate to Jujutsu High. Teaching here will be a lot different from teaching at Megumi's school."

"She's Megumi's teacher?" Shoko lets out a whistle. "Is that how you found her?"

"Parent-teacher conference. Megumi beat up some more kids." His phone buzzes in his pocket. He glances at the message and immediately embarrassment floods his system hotter than a hot spring.

"Something happen?"

"I forgot my shoes at her place."

"... You forgot your shoes?"

"I had to get out of there. Telling ya, there's something wrong with me."

"There's something wrong with you alright. You found a woman you're attracted to."

He scoffs. "You make it sound like I don't like women."

"More than physical since you're so adamant about not telling anyone else about how one of her massages makes your curse energy more potent. Visceral."

"It's called looking out for my new coworker. Whatever happened to being there for your colleagues?"

"If that's the lie you want to tell yourself." Shoko shoos him out. "But you better figure it out before she officially starts here and interacts with other sorcerers."

The hell does that mean?

"It's fine. She's already interacted with Ijichi and it's not like I lost my mind over it." He glances over his shoulder. Shoko's expression is not convinced. "Anyway, thanks for checking me over." He waves goodbye and tracks Ijichi down. They still have missions to finish today. He'll respond to Kagome when it feels like his face isn't going to combust.

A few days later...

"Why are you here?" Megumi questions, shifting his bookbag to the side. Satoru ignores him and instead waits for Kagome to show her face. "Are you ignoring me?"

"Where's Tsumiki?"

"Tutoring someone at the cafe. She got out faster than I did," Megumi mutters.

"That so..." Satoru waves at the other teachers, who blush and giggle as they walk by. Where the hell is she? Kagome sure is taking her sweet time. "Ya don't have to stay."

"I'm not going anywhere. You're being weird and Kagome-sensei does not need to deal with you."

Satoru makes a face, inwardly jumping for joy at the utter look of disgust on Megumi's face. Like hell he is going anywhere. Doesn't Megumi understand how much he had to rearrange his schedule to make it here on time?

"She's going to be working with me soon," he reminds Megumi as he pushes his glasses up. Any moment now, Kagome should be walking out those doors. The sun breaks through the clouds and Kagome walks out the doors with a much longer skirt than she wore over the weekend.

Thank Kami.

He waves his hand high in the air. "Over here, Kagome!" he calls.

"It's Kagome-sensei," Megumi grumbles. "Or at least Higurashi-sensei."

He ignores Megumi and beams when Kagome heads their way.

"Satoru? I didn't know you would be stopping by today." Kagome glances at Megumi, who shakes his head and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "You should have told me. I would have packed your shoes."

"His shoes?"

Satoru shifts, blocking Megumi from view. The glare is hot enough to burn concrete. "Spur of the moment. I just thought I'd stop by and see how you are doing. Yaga and the higher-ups want to have a meeting with you sometime this week if you are free." A meeting they don't want him joining for whatever reason.

Kagome scrunches her nose. "You don't have to worry about me." She tilts her head to the side. Her long dark hair shines blue in the light. Vanilla-rose dances under his nose and he inhales like the greedy man he is.

"Feeling like yourself?" He takes her bag from her and matches her pace as they head in the opposite direction of Megumi's apartment.

"Oi!" Megumi says from behind them, "Don't you have something to train me on today?"

"No—"

"Oh, you don't have to walk me home. I can bring your shoes to you another time." Kagome flashes him a smile so bright it feels like he's been sliced open and dissected.

He kind of likes it.

Kind of hates it.

"I'll see you back at school, Megumi-kun. You know you have to do your homework first." Satoru throws an arm around Kagome and ushers them forward.

"Oi!"

"Finish your homework first," he says over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out at the slack-drawn expression on Megumi's face. He can't believe Megumi of all people is trying to stop him from spending time with Kagome. The nerve. No loyalty. He outta buy Megumi a cheap coat this year for Christmas with that attitude.

"If you're busy, you really don't have to follow me home." Kagome lets out a small yawn. "Your energy is better today. I'm glad the massage helped. I was worried with how you left that it did something wrong to you."

His muscles stiffen and then relax. "It was super effective, but I don't think you should give those out to anyone else."

"Why not? If they are as pent up as you, surely, they need some relief, too?"

The clouds darken overhead, and the sun hides for cover. They need some relief? The fuck they do. They've been surviving this long without one. They can keep going as they have been.

"I think it might rain. We should move faster. Left my umbrella at home." Kagome tries to shrug out of his hold. She huffs.

"I got checked out by our healer, Shoko, and we still don't know what the lasting implications are. I don't think we should introduce it to anyone else... for now." Or never.

"You aren't the first person I've done that for, but they didn't react like you either."

Thunder booms and the rain comes down hard with a vengeance. Civilians run and try to find shelter. Some pull out their umbrellas and carry on as if they expected it to rain.

"We aren't getting wet?" Kagome looks at him with so much wonder, his chest puffs out a bit. Finally, she sees how strong he is.

"Infinity." Good to know that her being so close to him does not affect his infinity blocking everything else out. "Did you want to get dinner?"

"Dinner? Don't you have to train Megumi-kun later?"

He forgot about that lie Megumi made up. They don't have training today, but he went along with it.

"Not like I'm gonna train him through dinner."

"Well, I appreciate the offer, but I'll have to decline. I already have plans tonight."

Plans?

"Ugh, you're so mean," he says with a sigh. "What kind of plans?"

"Oh, just a date," she says it so nonchalantly, as though her words haven't gutted him. As if she isn't about to go out on a date with someone that isn't him. And after that massage she gave him too? He feels a little used.

"Really?" His voice rises impossibly high. "Where at? What time?"

Kagome laughs, shaking her head. "And why would I tell you that?"

Why? That's a good question and he doesn't have an answer for her, so he keeps his thoughts to himself until they reach her apartment. He waits outside the apartment as she brings him the shoes he left.

"Because?" he says, clutching his shoes to his chest. Maybe she'll take pity on him and give him the information he wants.

"Please. You aren't my dad. I'm not telling you."

Or maybe not.

"What if I want to be your daddy instead?"

A blank expression crosses her face as the silence stretches to an awkward state. Kagome leans forward and presses a hand to his forehead. Her palm is soft. Unbelievably so. Like the finest silk.

"You don't feel warm, but maybe you're right about that massage. I don't know why it's affecting you differently than everyone else."

"Because I'm the strongest?"

Laughter spills from those full lips, and her whole body is racked with laughter. He presses his lips into a firm line. He was being serious for once.

"I don't think that's why, but we can figure it out some other time." She takes a step back inside her apartment. "I'll be by Wednesday after school lets out. You don't have to come get me. I can just head that way with Megumi-kun."

But he wants to come get her.

"So, about that date..."

"Have a nice night, Satoru." She closes the door in his face without any remorse.

He wets his lips, staring at the door, willing it to open up, but the door doesn't listen because it's a bitch like that.

This is bad.

[devcted]

"well you're going to find out just how wet I am for you very soon sir..." she bites down on her lower lip, blue eyes flickering to meet his gaze. "I want you to rub my little cunt, touch me...and kiss me..." bee purrs, biting down on her lower lip. "I want you to be the first and the only man to ever touch me regulus, to make me feel good in ways I haven't even done to myself."

it all happened so fast, like a rush and maybe she's moved fall too fast and she's need to slow down but she doesn't want to stop or slow down, it act as if this isn't the happiest she's been in two years. they both have a lot they need to figure out, with him being dead for over a decade and having to learn a whole new world and decide what pieces of his old life he needs to pick up or leave behind...he kept talking about being alone and how he wasn't a good person but neither of those things were true. he was the most amazing star she'd ever met, a prince in one of the story books she'd make her mom read to her every night. she wants regulus to know that he's amazing and probably the truest hero of them all...but there's also a more selfish side to her, one that wanted him around to make her feel whole again. she forgot what it was like to be happy for so long that it almost felt like a myth till regulus spoke to her, she doesn't want to make herself wait on him any longer than she must.

she thinks about how he called her his girlfriend after she let the word boyfriend slip and it gives her butterflies which was insane because that was also combined with all the other very intense emotions she was feeling for him right now that it seemed impossible to fit anymore. she has never been so turned on and so in love and so free in her life that it didn't even make her want to cry in her brothers room anymore, cedric's spirit wasn't gone of course but it's hard to feel very sad when just on the other side of that bathroom door was her boyfriend, soaking wet and hopefully thinking about her.

she looks down at her lap, biting down on her lip as she fantasizes about him. it's not just about their sex, even though that was the reason her panties were sticking to her thighs but what could become of their relationship, how their futures would be together, would they be together forever? and god, she would get to introduce him to all of her friend she's sure astoria would love him and draco and even neville who was scared of everyone. he'd probably love them too, just because bee did and he's going to be the most amazing boyfriend in the world.

the sex will be amazing too, getting to explore each other and themselves for the first time. learn what feels good as she moans his name every single night, letting her nails dig into his skin as she bites down on his skin. "fuck..." she mumbles under her breath almost sounding out of breath in fact as she shifts uncomfortably on the mattress.

he emerges from the bathroom looking like a god, damp from the shower with a towel just barely hanging around him as he steps closer to her. she leans back, letting her palms rest on the mattress as she checks him out, seeing the outline of his hard cock through the fabric as she tilts her head to the side. "wanna find out?" she says with a smirk, spreading her legs a little as she flashes her panties. he smells good now, not that he didn't before but she recognizes the scent. "did you use my body wash?" she giggles sitting up a little as her fingers hook around the towel attached to his waistline, tugging him forward a bit. "that's kind of hot, already sharing each other's stuff..." bee pulls him in closer until he's hovering over her on top of the bed, then tugs the towel down even more till it's falling off his hips. "you know you still owe me a first kiss too? that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do at least...so I've heard and plus you promised to take care of me, what was it? make out with me while you rub my pretty pussy?"

she smirks up at him, biting down on her lower lip as eyes flicker to his lips. she leans up, brushing her lips against his hungerily. "are you going to fuck me now daddy? celebrate your big return to our world? cedric's room was always much bigger than mine so...there's so much room to do whatever you please to me."

he wants to see her naked more than he’s ever wanted anything before in his life. green eyes roam her figure, taking in how big her breasts are and the way her finger slips beneath her dress strap teasingly, as if she might show him how perfect she is. her words make him so hard he can barely breathe, already picturing the things he wants to do to her. he doesn’t have any experience but he’s at least had education on how it works, confident he can figure out how to make her feel good. he wants to know what she sounds like when he pleasures her, with that sweet voice that keeps saying suggestive things. “fuck, i want you… i’ll undress and play with you just like a doll.”

he likes the gasp that leaves her when she’s first pressed against the wall, wanting to hear more. she says please when she asks him to fuck her and it makes him ache, the heat between his legs more intense than he’s ever felt it. he likes the way she’s submissive, asking him to basically use her and take control. it turns him on, making him possessive in ways he never knew he would be, wanting to claim her body. “since you’re a good girl and said please…” he wonders how good it’ll feel to be inside of her, and how tight she is.

her fingers feel good in his hair and her moan sounds even better than her gasp, making him want to kiss her neck more. he keeps thinking he can’t get any hornier and then she’s talking about how she’ll dress up tomorrow just to show him off. it’s the word ‘boyfriend’ that gives him butterflies, making his chest warm. it drives him even crazier how shy she gets, acting bashful as if he’s not practically on his knees for her right now. “looking extra pretty just for me?” he asks softly. “i’ll be the luckiest guy there, with the most beautiful girlfriend.” he says the word softly, kissing the tip of her nose another time for extra measure. he likes the way she calls him cute and reminds him they have a future, as if she means they’re having it together. “yes, baby,” he agrees softly, knowing he would do everything to stay by her side as long as she wanted him there.

she whimpers for him as his hand slides down her body, making him so hard that it’s a miracle he isn’t already about to cum. she begs him to touch her in that sweet voice, making his cock throb and a soft sound leave his lips. nothing can prepare him for how much he desires her when she calls him daddy, feeling like he wants to push her down onto the bed and fuck her as hard as he can. “you’re so turned on, aren’t you? probably aching and wet… i can take care of you. it’ll feel better, when i’m rubbing you there… playing with your little pussy while we make out.” he’s never said anything this dirty before but he doesn’t regret a single word, loving the way her skin flushes pink and her face is so small cupped in his hands. he wants her so badly that he can’t contain it.

he smirks at the way she begs, liking the sound of it. “okay… since you asked so nicely.” he’s teasing her, bumping his nose against hers, their lips so close to touching. “i’ll use you all night… spread your legs open and fuck you until i’ve gotten off enough times.” it turns him on, the way she wants to be used, as if she’s so concerned with his pleasure and how she feels subservient to him.

his stomach flutters at the way she calls him her home, because how can such a pretty girl be this enamored with him? he knows how but it still feels unreal, especially because she’s like an angel. it feels meant to be, like she was the only one he could ever love like this. she even explains that she’s drawn to slytherins, making him curious about her life in this new timeline. “yes, well, you’re the most hufflepuff person i’ve met.” she practically embodies the house, so how could it not be what he’s into?

the way she touches his bare chest takes his breath away, and it’s difficult to leave when she’s kissing his face again, too close to his mouth. but he does, pulling away to finally go to the bathroom. the small room is as cute as the rest of their house, cozy in a way he didn’t know bathrooms could even be.

he finishes undressing, leaving cedric’s mostly clean clothes on the counter for now. when he gets in, the water pressure feels nice, using it combined with the wash cloth to get off any dirt from laying in the woods. the last time his body existed he was dragged into lake water, so he scrubs hard. he still remembers the dark cave and searing pain… a deliriousness that chased him until everything went black and his memories tapered off. the emerald potion had been the worst experience of his life and even though it was like yesterday for him, it feels miles away now that he’s in this shower.

without bee present, he feels the ache in his chest creep back in; the various realities of the situation he’s starting to accept, like his parents’ death. he allows tears to escape as he finishes the shower, using some of bee’s body wash, shampoo and conditioner and allowing his mind to go wherever it needs to, almost meditative on his situation. it drifts back to her and how badly he needs her, not just as an escape and comfort but on a soul level, like she’s the most perfect thing he’s ever seen and he covets her. his dick is still hard, the erection not wanting to go away. he doesn’t really want it to, preferring they pick up where they left off after this.

when he finally gets out, he reaches for the towel he’d hung over the railing, drying his hair with it before wrapping it around his waist. then he walks back into the bedroom, seeing bee on the bed waiting. he’s not dressed, having decided to stay in the towel just to get a reaction out of her. he pushes damp hair out of his face, moving closer. “you’re probably more wet than i am, right now,” he teases, glancing between her legs as he stops just short of the bed.