#tori: huh. why is he struggling......?

[mixelation]

i think in reborn au when tori starts getting Kind Of Good, she keeps doing this thing where she's like "oh it's a friendly fight/spar, listen, okay, i will just explain to you how to win" and then you fucking don't

[lilac-5ky]

Oh then! Can I request a scenario where Toji eavesdrops on a convo between Reader and Gojo (or whoever) where Reader confesses to having a crush on Toji?

Thank you so much!

Confessions of a Confection Thief (Toji x Teacher!Fem!Reader)

Plot: On a warm summer day, you confess your love for the man once known as the Sorcerer Killer to the man who, twelve years ago, spared his life. What you don't count on is the man in question listening in, nor the consequences of a mere lunch invitation.

Tags: au in which Gojo heals Toji's ass with reverse jujutsu and makes him his bitch, reader is megumi's teacher, parent/teacher relationship, age gap (reader early 30s, toji early 40s), character development!toji, soft!toji, confession, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), facial, doggy style, petnames (teach', sweetheart, baby, doll), MDNI (obviously)

A/N: You can tell I got inspired since this took me 9k words to develop that feature not only the confession, but the date and the "happy ever after" ehe. Hopefully this was worth the wait!

“Damn machine!” You grunt as you kick at the vending machine’s side, lamenting over the 1,000 yen bill you were just robbed of.

“Let me give it a try.” The man beside you suggests and you clear the stage for him to work his magic. His right hand lifts from his pocket, open fingers coaxing an entire bundle of sodas out without even making contact. What a show-off.

He gathers the cans off the ground and hands you the one that is your favorite, making you wait while he places the rest on top of the vendor for a lucky student to find.

“Isn’t that considered damaging school property?” You raise a brow, yanking the ring close to the tab with a pop.

“Is it?” He chuckles, bringing his refreshment to his lips. “It was already damaged when we got here. Ijichi’s gonna get an earful later.”

“I don’t think that falls under Ijichi’s responsibilities, Satoru. Cut him some slack already.”

“No harm in harassing your cute underclassmen from time to time, Y/N.” He smiles. “You should try it too.”

Right, you mutter under your breath, already regretting your decision to spill your heart’s contents on someone with such little regard for others. Shoko would’ve been a better choice. Utahime, too. You could wait until the weekend, get on the first bullet train to Kyoto, and have a girls’ night out like you used to before life and work got in the way. They’d surely talk you out of the horrible mistake you’re about to commit. Maybe that’s why you chose Satoru. He’s the only one who’d give you the final push down the cliff, and you don’t mind the fall.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk about?” He brings you back to the parching reality of Jujutsu Tech’s grounds, with the sun glinting across every metallic surface and body of water in the perimeter. The heatwave has only begun, and thankfully, the outburst of curses has finally simmered down, or else you’ve no idea how you’d survive abandoned building-hopping with those three rascals.

You take a sip from your soda, the taste of honeydew melon cooling your throat like the sweetest form of redemption. You struggle not to gulp it all down in one go, eyeing the remainder of drinks that have vanished in the horizon—or rather, you have, your steps leading you toward a path of tori gates that itself leads to the school’s Inari shrine. This should be safe. No one comes around these places.

“I have a confession to make.”

Satoru stops in his tracks, awaiting a follow-up that doesn’t come. His sunglasses come off, and a knowing smile slowly creeps up his lips. “I know.”

“Y-You do?” You blink in surprise. What does he know? How does he know? Since when does he know? “Satoru—”

“You’re the one who ate the last Manzu.”

And he couldn’t be any more off the mark.

You sigh. “That’s not it.”

“It’s not? Huh.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his palm after chugging his strawberry-flavored soda. “Guess I’ll have to ask Ijichi about that too.”

“Please don’t torment him for useless things.” You cast your gaze to your feet, kicking a pebble as you speak. “What I want to confess is… my feelings.”

The cicadas come to a stop, leaving space for your words to take root. You are hesitant to move forward, cautiously treading on the shells of emotions you recently began to accept. Almost there, you encourage yourself as Satoru invades your personal space, cornering you against the red gate’s pillar.

“Finally decided to profess your love for me?”

You shove his smug face away and roll your eyes at the notion. “Dream on, Shit-toru.”

He takes a step back, acting as if you just delivered a fatal blow to his heart. You chuckle at his childish antics while shaking your head in disapproval. To think the future of the entire Jujutsu world rests on the shoulders of a conceited guy who makes everything about him.

“Then who’s the lucky guy?”

Your anxiety resumes before it has the chance to fully dissipate. You close your eyes and lean back against the pillar, the familiar name on your tongue feeling foreign. “It’s… Fushiguro.”

“Fushiguro?” You nod. You understand it’s a lot to take in and give him a moment to process it, yet the longer he takes to answer, the more tempted you are to say this was a joke and call things off. “Don’t you think there’s a bit of an age gap?”

“I mean… I suppose there is.” You sound defeated. If even Satoru saw this as an issue, then there’s no reason he wouldn’t. “You think it’s that bad?”

“Bad?” His lips twitch. “The heart wants what it wants, Y/N. Give it a few years, and the difference won’t matter.”

“You think I have a chance?”

“Oh, definitely! I saw Yuji move some of his American-star posters into his room last week, and he didn’t throw any away. Jennifer Lawrence ‘s your age, right?”

Your memory is put to the test as you go through various Jennifers. Is she the one from Friends or the one married to Ben Affleck?

“I think she’s older by a few years.”

“Older?” He snorts. “Well, if it makes you feel younger, then who am I to argue?”

You decide to let his comment slide for the sake of picking on the dissonance in his words. “But what does a Hollywood actress have to do with this? And Itadori—what are you talking about?”

“Y/N, you should get to know him a bit better before confessing, don’t you think?” Satoru says, as he finds your beloved pebble and tosses it in your direction. You catch it with your heel. “The kind of woman he likes; his best friend; the ages of top-paid actors. These things shape up a guy’s adolescence. They’re as crucial.”

By the time he finishes talking, all the puzzle pieces fall into place, and you have to mentally control every joint in your body to prevent it from lashing at him with fury second only to the Curse King’s. Even by Satoru’s dubious standards, this is plain outrageous.

“Are you outta your mind?” You yell, pushing your hair off your sweaty forehead with both palms. “How could you—why would you—what do you take me for?” You fail to put your thoughts in order until you suck in a deep breath. “I would never crush on any of my students, or any other minor, for that matter!” You declare.

Thin white eyebrows furrow in genuine confusion. “But you said—”

“Fushiguro! The man I’m in love with is Fushiguro Toji!”

And not a single soul is left on campus who hasn’t heard your confession, no matter how far and wide or close you think they are scattered.

Toji’s never set foot on these damned grounds without cursing to himself as if the paths his shoes traverse are paved with nothing but shit. Even after all these years, something about marching through the front door just doesn’t feel right. It’s not hatred, that’s for sure. He’s spent more than two-thirds of his life cultivating his loathing for sorcerers to the point where he can tell it apart by taste alone.

No, what’s tainting his palate right now and will continue doing so in the days to come is more akin to chagrin than resentment. It’s failure. A failure that’s branded onto the bare skin of his torso and that he can’t pawn off for as long as he stands, because if a fate worse than death exists, then that’s surviving on a snotty brat’s pity.

Wiping some of his sweat and plenty of his regrets against his pants, Toji remembers his reason for being here has nothing to do with Six-Eyes or his past shortcomings, as he’s here to share the news of his divorce papers finalization with the only person he’s keen on letting know: you.

A decade has passed since he last heard from his wife—his ex-wife who had no qualms about leaving everything behind (her daughter included) and ran back to her parents, never to be seen or heard from again until a hotshot big firm lawyer showed up at his doorstep with a bunch of papers and a platinum-coated Montblanc in hand.

And with that, another overdue chapter was closed, the rest of the pages flipping through the wind. By the end of summer, the goalkeeper in his relationship with his son will be heading off to college, and with Tsumiki gone, Megumi decided he’d grown old enough to slam the door on his face and choose that faux albino sorcerer over his own blood.

It was that very rebellion that roused Toji to reevaluate his lifestyle. He stopped counting the years after the candle with the number 4 became prominent in each birthday cake, but that didn’t stop time from moving forward. He was aging. And while one-night stands do a decent enough job to distract him from searching his scalp for graying hair, the nights he catches himself wishing his bed could stay warm the morning after add up.

None of the silly little girls he fools around with are capable of that, not the way you are. Since that first PT meeting he begrudgingly attended two months ago, a rusty cog in his heart began turning again.

You don’t match any of his previous criteria. You don’t come from a wealthy family and aren’t an airhead either. You live in the dorms because you can’t afford rent in the city, and you are smart enough to have graduated from a big university. You are one of them, but you’re also proof that not all beauty was lost with her.

Toji doesn’t want to screw this up. Just once, he wants to do things right. He waited until he was a free man in the eyes of the law, wore his good jeans on a day when wearing jeans should be considered a criminal offense, and kept enough cash to afford however many side dishes you ordered—assuming you accepted his lunch invitation in the first place.

The jittery, four-eyed guy he ran into on his way to your class pointed him in the direction of the school’s shrine. After a while of wandering around, Toji spots two sets of imprints in the soil, the smaller ones belonging to your heels and the larger ones undoubtedly being that brat’s. Luck isn’t on his side today. His stride overlaps with Gojo’s as he childishly covers the younger man’s tracks, leaving yours intact, and eventually, the sound of clamor confirms his lead.

He strays off the pebbled path and mingles with the shadows of the dense forest, scoffing as Gojo’s shit-eating grin becomes apparent. That beanpole’s standing way too close to you. Toji almost intervenes when you finally push him. A kick to the nuts would do him better, but that’s enough for a tiny smile to rise on his scar. That’s my girl.

There’s no reason to stay hidden anymore. After all, that brat is already aware of his presence. He takes a few steps forward, turning into a pillar of salt at your sudden outburst.

“The man I’m in love with is Fushiguro Toji!”

His hand nearly reaches inside his back pocket to double-check the name on his ID. Looks like some of his luck returned to him. Asking you out just got a whole lot easier.

“Fushiguro Toji?” Gojo twists a finger in his ear. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

Toji hisses, his fist itching to knock some teeth off his face. That ought to jog his memory, but he holds back, realizing that’s all part of Six-Eyes’ plan. To egg him on into a brawl he can’t win.

“He wiped the floor with your face only a few years back, Satoru.” You sound as irritated as he is. “How could you possibly forget?”

The man folds his arms over his chest, sparing a glare in Toji’s direction as he reclines against the tori gate. “Was it at the arcades? Man, no need to rub it in.”

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. You sigh, hogging the unoccupied pillar with no intention to play his game.

“What about Megumi’s old man won you over?” Gojo gives in. “His kart skills?”

“So you do remember, after all.” You murmur in a low voice. “I don’t know. He’s just… nice.”

“Nice?” Gojo asks with utter disgust painted on his face.

Nice?

You nod, fumbling with the hem of your navy-blue dress. “Hey, Satoru. You know what makes for a good parent?” You don’t let either of them consider their answers. “It’s effort. Not success, but effort. Mister Fushiguro hasn’t missed any of his son’s PT meetings, even when the two of them are clearly at odds.”

Toji feels too guilty to step in and correct you that his priority is to see you. Not that Megumi doesn’t matter, but what’s the point of hearing his son excels in everything he never could for the nth time in a month?

“And?”

You glance at the clear sky. “And you remember those forms Yaga gave us for the kids to fill out? Nobara said her dream was to buy out Daikanyama. You can guess what Yuji’s was. As for Megumi, he left his blank, and when I asked him later, he said that he doesn’t have time for dreams; that his goal is to repay his dad the money he lost from the Naobito deal, so he owes him nothing.”

The two men blink in surprise. “Didn’t think he knew about that.”

“You aren’t exactly a quiet speaker, Satoru.” You shrug. “Point is, he doesn’t know. Neither of them do. Megumi doesn’t know his father attends his PT meetings, and Mister Fushiguro doesn’t know about his son’s dream. Isn’t it funny? They both care about each other but are too awkward to admit it.”

“And you call me twisted.” Gojo yawns. “You wanna act like a bridge between them? Is that it?”

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t want to interfere. Megumi placed his trust in me as his teacher when he disclosed that, and Mister Fushiguro… We are nothing to each other.”

Yet, Toji mentally added.

“You might think it’s crazy, but I think Mister Fushiguro’s heart is full of raw emotion he can’t put in order on his own. He’s not taught how to, and I… I think I could help him out with that; be someone he can direct those feelings to. No, I—” You shake your head again, except this time you do so with a little smile of conviction tugging at your lips. “I want to be that person. I want to be his person.”

Gojo doesn’t say anything for a good while, and you end up nearly as flustered as Toji himself. “Of course there are plenty of other things I like about him! He is funny, charming, has his own house,” your voice drops in volume, “he is very attractive, and we have the same taste in seafood.”

“Sounds to me like you’ve got it all figured out.” Gojo let his hand drop after fixing his sunglasses over his nose bridge. ��But you should know, Fushiguro, or rather Zen’in Toji, is a lot more than that. He’s killed more sorcerers in his prime than most curses combined. Not sayin’ that to be a buzz kill, but you should be careful around him, or else,” his tone drops a menacing octave as he peers over his shades, “I’ll have to terminate that relationship myself.

“You get it, right?” He switched back to his usual voice with a lighthearted chuckle. “Wouldn’t want to lose another precious friend.”

Silence reigns between you, and that’s Toji’s cue to walk up. He’s heard enough. The few fallen leaves rustle under his weight, caution thrown to the wind as tiny twigs crunch below his sandals. He’s close enough for you to tell someone’s coming, but not close enough to tell that someone is him.

“Got nothin’ better to do than gossip about others, Six-Eyes?” Toji paces in the middle of you two, his eyes flickering in your direction. He has to brace himself not to smile at how red your face has gotten, his resolve giving way to a suggestive smirk. “Teach’.”

“Mister Fushiguro.” Your smile is shaky, but there. Always there for him.

“Yo, it’s been a long time!” Gojo springs forward. “Came for a rematch?” His hand travels up his neck, rolling his shoulder blades one at a time. “Could use the exercise.”

“I’m done fighting kids.” Toji deadpans.

“Is that so?” Gojo scratches the back of his head. “Your hands must be full with all that jell-o they feed you at retirement house,” he chuckled at his own joke. “What then? Remembered to pay the med bills twelve years later?”

“Satoru!” You object.

“Only if you remembered to hand the Star Vessel cash back.”

“Mister Fushiguro!”

“Money belongs to Amanai,” Gojo raises his volume. “I don’t think she’d want you to have it.”

“Really? ‘Cause last time I checked, corpses don’t talk.” Toji grits his teeth and unwillingly finds himself at the end of your right palm, the other one prompting Gojo to maintain his distance.

Your eyes are round, but the look behind them firm. The same look you assume when you reprimand your students, he bets. His gaze is drawn to your fingers, small and slender as they graze his shirt. You’ve never been so close to him before. If it weren’t for the walking parasite to his left, he might’ve been enjoying the proximity.

Perhaps for the first time in his life, Toji is the one to back away first, clearing his throat with a soundless cough. His eyes remain on Gojo’s while he speaks. “I’m here to take her out.” He stops and considers adding “to lunch”, previous occupation and all, but deems that should be obvious enough.

“You got time?” His tone softens, still bearing hints of the annoyance he failed to submerge.

A single finger pad skims over his chest as you withdraw your hand, slower than you did the other. So cute. He promises to give you plenty of opportunities to touch him later.

“I have an afternoon class, but Satoru can cover for me.” You smile sweetly at Toji and click your heel down on Gojo’s foot. “Right, Satoru?”

He’s inclined to agree, his face lightening up behind his shades. “As long as you agree to grade my papers for the next three months.”

“I’m already stuck grading the papers from when you went to Hiroshima,” you mumble under your breath, your nose scrunching in an expression that’s new to Toji. “Fine.”

“Mister Fushiguro?” You turn to him.

Toji shoots Gojo a stunted glare before his large palm finds its place in the small of your back, prodding you to move forward.

On the way to the car you find yourself making small talk about the weather, and on the way to the restaurant, your getaway is Megumi’s recent success in domain creation. This isn’t the first time you’re alone with him, but with every mile you count away from school grounds, you shrink into an ever-growing bundle of nerves that threatens to unravel on his passenger seat.

You’re in the middle of your third recounting of the kids’ excursion in Saitama when a hand moves to your lap and muzzles your every thought.

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous, Teach’.” Toji says once you’re stopped at a red light.

He’s careful to keep his fingers over your dress, only his thumb looming over the bare skin of your knee. Your glance loses momentum as it travels from his knuckles to his wrist and then his elbow, reveling at the sight of muscles bulging underneath his rolled-up white shirt. You’re glad half of his attention remains on the steering wheel, because if you got to see the other side of his lopsided smile, then you might say something that’s unbecoming of an educator—and you almost do, after his hand drops to the gear stick.

“I don’t normally do these things, Mister Fushiguro.” You admit, preserving some of his leftover warmth with your own palm.

“Hmm? What things?”

“Going on dates with parents—it’s a first for me.”

“Oh? So that’s what this is?” He chuckles lowly, as if the notion were new to him. Other than the few visible wrinkles around his eyes, you wouldn’t guess this man was roughly ten years your senior. “You can relax. Got a long way before the main course, sweetheart.”

Embarrassment flares up in your cheeks at the pet name. You can’t remember the last time you were asked out, let alone called something of that volume. You don’t mind it. If anything, you like the ring.

“Ah, and do me a favor, won’t ya?” His head cocks to the side, tousled black strands falling forward. “Quit callin’ me that.”

“Calling you what?”

“Mister Fushiguro.” He grimaces. “It’s ex mister Fushiguro now.”

“What?” You exclaim with more excitement than you’re entitled to.

It doesn’t go unnoticed. “Check the compartment glove.”

You do as you’re told, discovering a bitten-off subway that’s wrapped around at least four layers of napkins. His sloppy eating habits mustn’t be what he’s so eager for you to see. You nudge it to the side and dig out a few crane toys that are too adorable to be his, and then finally, a stack of creased official documents that you have to separate from the massage parlor flyers stuck between the pages.

You quickly go over the lines, the most notable by far being the words “Divorce Agreement” written in all capitals on the front page. “Is this…?”

He nods. “Got ‘em this morning. Thought you’d take proof over my word.”

“That’s amazing, Mister Fushig—” You bite your tongue. “Looks like you got to keep all your assets, too.”

“All, except that name.”

You remember pondering why, even though Toji was born into the main family, both he and his son left the Zen’in surname behind. Others would kill for a chance to be written in their family registry—but then again, it was just like the Zen’ins to keep clan matters private.

“You can call me Toji until I take on a new surname.” He continues, his voice reflecting his lax smile. “Am open to suggestions.”

You return it, piecing a non-existent strand of hair behind your ear. “Already proposing that I should marry you?”

“Better strike while the iron’s hot,” quietly adding, “figured that should give ya enough time to sort my shit out.”

“What was that?”

He grins as he cups your hand with his own. “We’re here.”

Toji’s restaurant of choice turns out to be a cozy little family restaurant by the park in Nerima. He asks if you’ve been there before, but you shake your head. Having no car means you rarely get to go around Tokyo without Ijichi, the kids, or Utahime whenever she decides to pull a surprise visit. You’re a tourist in your own town.

At this time of the day—neither appropriate for lunch nor for dinner—the tables are mostly empty, and you’re free to choose your own seats. He points at the bar, and you point at the window. He pulls your chair and then plops down on his own, chin quick to balance atop his wrist while he stares off at the greenery on the horizon.

You thought sitting closer to the window would be cooler, but the heat is reflected through the glass. You should have listened to him.

A waiter drops off your menus with a tired smile, patting some of the perspiration off his forehead with a napkin. “Sure is hot today, isn’t it?”

You nod politely and start browsing the list of appetizers. All those nights you spent bent over your tiny desk lamp pile up against you as your stomach lets out a low grumble—overjoyed to be presented with something that doesn’t require a microwave.

“You drink?” Toji waves the wine menu in your face.

“If the occasion calls for it.” Your reply paves the way for his next question. “I’d say a glass of champagne is due to celebrate your freedom.”

He flings the menu at the next table. “Don’t have that here. Maybe next time,” he says, and you almost stand in ovation at the prospect of there being a next time.

“You don’t want anything?”

“Not a drinker.” He doesn’t care to elaborate. You go back to scanning the pages, and you must’ve taken long enough for him to grab onto your menu. “I can recommend you some.”

Your stomach gurgles again, and this time he hears it. His stare lowers over your body, and you shift in your seat, offering him the menu to distract him from your issue. His bottom lip curls in amusement.

“The stake’s good here since their stuff’s from Kobe-hmm,” Toji pauses as he zeroes in on an item that he taps with his index. “The barbecue ribs are the real deal.”

His green orbs spin like pinball in his eyes while he flips through the pages, pointing out what’s good and what sucks, as those are the two main phrases he uses to describe the specialties. This is the most you’ve heard him speak in a row, and admittedly, you miss out on most of what he says taking in his mannerisms.

His surprisingly well-trimmed nails drum on the table when they aren’t shifting to a different page, while his cheek prop up his fist. He makes a habit out of licking his slanted scar at every nasal consonant, and there’s a slight drawl whenever he stumbles upon a foreign word, his thin brows furrowing in uncertainty. However, his most distinctive quirk of all remains the unintentional frown his lips shape; a trait shared with your young protege.

Toji might be a little rough around the edges, but still carries some of that boyish charm.

“So?” He slaps the menu shut.

You suck on your teeth, unable to remember a single specialty. “I’ll have what you’re having. You sound like you come here often.”

He gestures for the waiter to come over. “The kids dragged me here all the time. There’s a park here,” he points outside the window, as if that’s self-explanatory. The image of a little Megumi and a little Tsumiki tugging at their father’s pants to play hide-and-seek makes your heart swell.

The waiter arrives approximately a minute later, and Toji places your orders. You’re apparently having the aforementioned ribs, along with a beef bowl, some chashu, and a few standard vegetable dishes that, for some reason, should not contain any red bell peppers. He chose plenty, but he chose smart. None of these break the bank.

“Why not bell peppers?” You ask once the waiter goes off to fetch your water. Toji scratches his jaw as if he’s got no idea what you’re talking about, until the realization hits him on the head.

“Fuck, Megumi’s the one who hates ‘em.” He curses and motions for the waiter again when you catch his hand in mid-air and bring it down onto the table.

“I’m not a big fan either.”

Your eyes lock with his and slowly dart to where your hands meet, watching as his fingers decisively slip between your own. He forces your wrist to prop against the wood, your knuckles hugging, while he tests out what it feels like to be holding hands. Ever since the only woman he let himself cherish passed away, he’s avoided the slightest illusion of romance, and if you could peer into his brain, you’d see him contemplating how your hands are small like hers—how they’re soft like hers.

They’re just hands; he dismisses the stupid notion that hands can be anything beyond what they appear to be, and yet yours feel special to him. He looks back at what you told that asswipe and wonders if those shards you claimed to see could ever amount to love or if you’d be cut like all the others he purposely hurt. He wonders if you are dumb enough to love him. He wonders if he’s smart enough to love you.

“Here’s the seasoned spinach and the chilled tofu—” The waiter cuts in, and the table clatters after you fail to retrieve your hand. The man makes room for the plates and the glasses, standing there with an awestruck smile until Toji harshly orders him to “Scram”.

Another man with a lousy temper.

Metallic chopsticks replace your hand as Toji transfers about half of the spinach to his plate. “Man, I’m starving.” He declares and wastes no time to dig in.

You follow his lead and quickly forget all about his rudeness as your eyes well up at the euphoric taste that floods your taste buds—your insides sincerely thanking him for each bite that makes it down your throat.

The conversation dies down while you share the appetizers unevenly, with him discreetly claiming the last bites under the guise of asking you whether you’re going to eat that. You don’t mind. After all, he is paying, and he’s ordered enough for your belly to gain that five-month pregnancy bump without your stolen share.

However, when the main dishes arrive, he does the unexpected and takes on your plate first, separating the meat from the bones without your asking. It’s a clumsy way to compensate, but you can’t help but think it’s more of a reflex than a tactic, considering all the times he must’ve had the kids slide their plates his way. You thank him by dropping an extra three chunks of meat on his plate, which he gladly accepts—no returns.

The waiter who didn’t dare approach your table after delivering the ribs comes back with the dessert menus and picks up the dishes. You don’t fuss over your choices for long—Toji decides on chocolate chiffon cake and you on coffee jelly. It is then that you realize your impromptu date is coming to an end, and you haven’t asked him one question about himself.

“So what is it that you actually do?”

No sorcerer who hasn’t heard the name “Sorcerer Killer” exists, yet only a select few know the urban legend behind it has retired—a decisive factor in his deal with Satoru.

“You mean when your little friend ain’t tasking me with his dirty business?” Toji shrugs. “Stocks, mostly.”

“Stocks?” That’s not at all what you expected.

“Takes about five minutes of your time, and if ya get lucky, you’re settled for life. Rest is knowing how to read people and the market.”

Judging by the sound his car engine emits, he must be still waiting for his big break.

“Would you say you’re good at reading others?”

“The market? It depends. The people?” Toji smiles confidently. “Yes.”

“What’s your reading on me then?” You take the bite.

“Hmm.” He rubs his chin while sizing you up. “I bet you were one of those four-eyed nerds at school.” His serious tone makes you snort out loud. “Eighty percent of your experience comes from dating shows, and the other twenty from group dates with your gals. Y’are too damn trusting and find good even in rotten apples, but don’t mind losing a shoe if someone gets on your nerves.”

“Oh, really?” You snicker into your palm and shake your head once he asks you if he’s wrong. “I’d say eighty percent right?”

“Heh, told ya I’m good.”

The waiter interrupts you as he drops your dessert in the middle of the table. He apologizes and points at a few tables away, where a little girl is devouring the last piece of chocolate cake available. Toji huffs in annoyance, attempting to bewitch the cake from the girl’s plate with his glare alone.

“We can share if you want.” You offer him a spoon, which he begrudgingly accepts.

A few spoonfuls and half a dessert later, he points the spoon at the family behind you and asks if you want one. “Kids,” he specifies. “You like ‘em?”

You tap your spoon against your lips. “Would you believe me if I said I see them as walking-talking grading papers? Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and lucked out with our first years, but this was supposed to be a co-teaching gig before Satoru offloaded even the second years on my back.”

“Want me to teach that brat a lesson?” Toji flashes a grin.

“I think his confectionery going missing before he gets to try any is enough punishment.” You smile mischievously. “I can save you some. Wagashi or castella?”

“I’m beginnin’ to like you more by the minute.” He blurts out and perhaps it’s a slip of the tongue because you catch him cocking his eyebrows upward right after.

“I like you too.” You earnestly say. “God, I sound like a teenager.”

“Nah, pretty sure you’re my dream woman.” You both scoff in unison. “Now that’s lame.”

“Yeah, it was.” You hide your blush by pretending to search for the waiter. “Shall we get the check?”

“Thanks for driving me hom—well, back.” You give a little bow, having yet to unbuckle your seat belt.

“Don’t sweat it.” Toji leans against the steering wheel. He looks even more handsome in the late-afternoon light, the shadows that contour his face bringing out his defined jawline and jade eyes. You aren’t prepared to part with the sight. Not when you were just getting accustomed to it, but every word that follows leads to a quicker parting.

“I had fun today.” He nods.

“Let’s do it again sometime.” He nods again.

“I’ll be going now.” He is reluctant to, but nods a third time.

You open the door and step out of the vehicle, your waving turning into a grip as you tug the car door back open. A perplexed look wanes into a full-blown smirk when you ask him if he’d like to come in for a bit.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Your desk chair looks comically small wobbling beneath Toji’s weight, a long arm draped over the backrest while he gawks at your crouching form, half your body—save for your backside—swallowed by the mini fridge. He hears a lot of rattling. The dorms are quiet after sundown, and with the expulsion of the third years, the sound of empty drawers being flipped inside out (just in case a minuscule bottle of Ramune has slipped between them) echoes throughout the east wing’s desolate floors.

You should’ve grabbed those soda cans when you still had the chance. You consider running outside, but in the unlikely event no one’s gotten to them first, you doubt they’re safe for consumption after boiling under the hot sun for hours on end.

“Damn, kid screwed this one up badly, huh?”

You glance over your shoulder at Toji, who’s going through the scattered papers on your desk, finding the one test Megumi flunked in his entire four-month career at Jujutsu Tech. You close the fridge and pad toward the desk, balancing against the edge to peer at the answer sheets in Toji’s hands.

“Everyone failed that test.” You trace a finger over the bright red 48 mark. “Megumi actually did better than most; rest scored below 20.”

“Of course he did.” Toji scoffs.

He leaves the papers on the desk and quirks a brow as he takes in your image. Your dress has lifted higher up your thighs now that you’re propped on the furniture, revealing a slit that his eyes discreetly follow to where his imagination needs to fill in the blanks. He’s not here to fuck you, he reminds himself. He’s here because you were kind enough to offer him a drink for giving you a lift, but your hands are notably empty.

“What happened to the drinks?” Toji forces himself to look you in the eye, supposing that your eyes existed on the same level as your tits—perfectly delineated under your dress’ square neckline. He hasn’t even kissed you, and he’s already picturing what your nipples would look like sucked between his lips.

He shouldn’t go there. He really isn’t here to fuck you.

“I… forgot to do my shopping this week,” you answer, oblivious to his lewd thoughts. “Sorry, I brought you up here for nothing.”

“It’s fine.” Toji glances at the wall clock. Time’s the greatest excuse. “I should go. It’s getting late.”

And he really thinks he’s made the right call, until your dangling foot pushes against his chest to prevent him from getting up—slowly traveling down his lap while his eyes travel up to your actual ones, picking on a glint he previously missed.

“It’s not right for me to let you leave empty-handed.” Your voice assumes a sultry intonation that contradicts your angelic smile. The spread of your legs widens to reveal a thin white strip that clashes with the dark blue of your dress. He feels a strain in his pants; his conviction is wearing thin. It’s more of a “maybe” now, if anything.

His hand slides from your ankle to your knee, rubbing rough circles that purposely stray away from your sensitive parts. “Whatcha offering, doll?” Toji rasps.

“How’s twenty percent of what you got wrong sound?” Your toes create friction as they curl against his crotch, swaying back and forth. He doesn’t answer. He expects you to go on. “I was a big-time nerd. Got in college with a fully covered scholarship and all.”

His breath hitches as he moves closer to your thighs. “Expected that much.”

“And I did go on a lot of group dates. The girls wanted to meet guys whose names didn’t start and end with Gojo Satoru.” Your heel presses firmly onto his length. He’s big. You can’t tell exactly how big, but you know it won’t take long to have his cock plugged in one of your holes.

“And you didn’t?” Toji asks, rolling the plush flesh in his fingers like play-dough.

“I valued my precious dating shows a lot more.” You feel the stretch of his lips as they lay on your inner thigh, peppering kisses until the lower half of his face disappears past the layers of your dress.

“Seems to me I read ya like an open book,” Toji inhales deeply, growling a low “Shiiit, Y/N” when his nose nudges your dripping cunt, his jade eyes flickering shut while you shiver. You’ve never heard him use your name before—all pretense of respect in the form of his little Teach’s drops the second you start to rut your pussy into his face.

Before his hands can slip into your underwear, you prod him back onto his chair and get off the desk. His glare fades as soon as he watches you kneel in front of him and rest both your elbows on both sides of his knees.

“Skipping dates doesn’t mean I missed out on the experience.” Your smile drips with honey while you palm him on the way to unzipping his jeans.

You tug them down, and his hips wiggle to accommodate you. It’s a lot tougher than you thought, with the tight fabric stubbornly adhering to every muscle of his bulky thighs until it recedes. His boxers come down with greater ease, and your hand finally wraps around his cock, feeling his girth out in your open fist.

“I told you at the restaurant, but I really like you.” You give his length a slow stroke that has him sucking his teeth. “I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you barge into my classroom. I like you so much I think I can love you.”

Toji bends forward and pinches your chin between his thumb and his forefinger, tilting your head until his lips find yours—soft when they fumble around and rough when they part for his tongue to sneak into your mouth. Your delicate fingers insist on pumping his cock as he cups your cheek, ending the kiss with a playful bite across your bottom lip.

“I know,” he grins. “Heard ya talkin’ to that brat earlier.”

You would be shying away if it weren’t for his cock throbbing in your grasp, his swollen tip flushed with the exact same shade of feverish red as your cheeks.

“Eavesdropping isn’t so nice, Toji.”

“I’m not so nice either, but you overlook that.” Toji throws his head back, holding onto his breath, while you drool all over his cock head—clear strings of saliva streaming down the veiny shaft. “Y’know what’d be nice, hah—having that nice little mouth of yours wrapped around me.” Your hand drops to his balls, pink lips eager to fulfill his wish, with your cheeks barely hollowing around the tight fit. “So fucking nice,” he hisses.

His filthy praises are muffled out by his groans, which grow both in volume and in pitch the more inches you manage in your throat, his raspiness fading into the breathiest of moans once your nose tingles his unkempt base. You let go with a plop, air returning to your lungs through heavy pants. Your fists take over instead, appearing beyond puny as they struggle to engulf his hefty girth. Toji’s by far the biggest you’ve had; another of his assets you’re elated to discover.

You steal a lick from the precum that’s glazing his tip and purse your lips together. It’s a bit strong in flavor, but you don’t mind. It’s his.

“I meant everything I said,” you beam. “I still think of you as nice.”

“You’re bound to milk some kindness out of me if ya keep goin’ sweetheart.” Toji jokes, taking hold of his cock. He starts jerking himself to the sight of you, and you may have all your clothes on, but the way you genuinely smile at him, lips glossy from spit, almost sends him over the edge. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles. “Even thought you were pretty in that—ugh, what was it?”

“Tunic?” You ask, recounting your first meeting.

“Yeah, right. That ridiculous grandma’s tunic you flaunted.” Raven strands flap over his forehead. “Wanted to rip that right off your body and fuck you on the spot.”

His words send pleasurable tingles throughout your body, with the pool in your panties overflowing your thighs. “What stopped you?” Your lips attach to his balls, your wet tongue lapping around until it finds a spot that has him fisting his cock at a faster pace, the tip rhythmically smacking your forehead.

Toji fails to gather his thoughts; his mind is solely focused on chasing after his incoming release. You feel his balls tighten and back away, setting your palms flat against your lap—eyes marveling at how the man who kept you tossing and turning in an empty bed for months on end is about to spill his load all over your face. A man whom you, up until a few hours ago, dreaded would reject you.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he pants out. “Gonna make you even prettier. Gonna make you into my pretty girl—fuck, all mine.”

“All yours, Toji.” You repeat, lulling your tongue out. “Cum on my face, Toji. Please, gimme your cum.”

And it is that please that gets his cock to spurt his milky cum all over your lips and chin, with only a handful of his velvety ropes making it onto your tongue. He grunts, squeezing the final drops from the tip until it stops twitching. He wipes it clean against your lips and helps you to your feet, taking advantage of your imbalance to hold you by the waist.

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, seeing as Toji blatantly drills holes into your skull.

Heavy eyelashes flutter over his low-hooded eyes. A dark chuckle rings against your skin as his mouth presses against your jaw. “Aren’t ya cheeky?” He licks a portion of his cum off your chin and feeds it to your tongue, all nice and slow, in a heady kiss that brings your bodies closer to one another. Your cunt is still soaked, pulsing around nothing, and his cock is still rock-hard, throbbing against your stomach.

Holding turns into groping as Toji gives your ass a squeeze. “Better not fail Megumi from now on.”

Your teeth clash together as you break into a sudden cackle. “Someone might think you’re only doing this to secure his grades.”

“Among other reasons,” he states.

“Is this how you care for your son’s education?” You humor him. “By seducing his teacher?”

“Nah,” Toji pauses to tug at your dress’ strap. He’s going to have to unzip it if he wants to move things forward. “My kid’s plenty smart on his own. Besides, the teacher’s the one doin’ the seducing here.” He caresses your curves and smiles in triumph once he spots the zipper on the side. “Wouldn’t fuck ‘er if she’d let me go back to my car to jerk it like a responsible man would. Would’ve waited until the second date; buy her something good—you like flowers, right?”

You lift your arms for him to strip you. He leaves you to stand in your unmatched underwear, black lace on your tits, and white cotton around your hips. His tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip. “Is it too late to enroll?”

Your eyes perform a full circle. You almost shove his hands away from your bra when you realize it’s already off. He thumbs at your nipples with his palms cupped around your breasts, refusing to let an inch of your soft skin spill from his calloused, practiced fingers.

“I’m afraid you’re behind the rest of the class.” You go along with his game of role-play. “I’d have to give you private lessons.”

“Sign me up.”

Toji steps back to remove his shirt, undoing his buttons so quickly that you’re certain they’ll fly right off. He discards it on the floor, and you take stock of his physique, inevitably gaping at the jagged scars that span from below his left shoulder to the center of his torso. Your fingers carefully trail over them, as if the violence that caused them still lurks beneath.

So that’s what sustaining limitless leaves you with, you momentarily muse, before your sympathy dissolves into a quarter of a smile. You don’t want him to think you’re pitying him—because you aren’t. Both he and Satoru made their choices, and you refuse to be the judge of their decade-long feud.

His hands return to your waist, while yours meet behind his neck. You kiss again and again, the action of mouths stealing each other’s oxygen repeating until the edge of your desk digs into your lower back. His strong arms smother you like he’s never embraced another before; overwhelming you to the point where you’re moaning despite his cock not being in yet.

“Just so you know, this gonna be a regular thing.” Toji mutters, his green eyes confirming his sincerity in the way he pulls your thighs apart. He doesn’t think he’s never said that phrase before. It’s always the opposite.

He dips a hand into your panties, lathering his palm with your slick, and then strokes his dick. “Not ‘ere for the sex only.”

“You’re gonna stay over and buy me breakfast?” You entertain the idea.

“As long as convenience store Onigiri cuts it. A bit tight this month.” Toji leaves you some breathing space, kicking his pants off his ankles. “A’right. Turn around and arch that back for me.”

A wicked smirk rises on his scar as you face away from him. “I was hoping to fuck you on your little classroom desk, but this will do just fine. You can look back on it next time ya feel swamped with papers.”

“I won’t be able to get any work done!” You protest.

The aforementioned papers glue to your breasts when you prop yourself on your elbows. You glance over your shoulder, catching sight of Toji positioning himself between your legs. You feel him run his cock between your now-bare folds, your panties having dropped in a pool around your feet like tasteless anklets.

Toji kneads your ass with one hand, the other stroking himself along your clenching holes. “You can think of this as my confession.” He trails off as he drives his thick cock into your wet pussy, and he does it slowly enough for it not to hurt, but it’s him who ends up needing a good minute to adjust after he bottoms out.

He knows it’ll feel even better once he moves, but it already feels perfect as is. So warm; so tight; so good that he’s afraid he’ll lose composure and jackhammer into you until the desk legs break.

“Haven’t had such perfect pussy in ages.” Toji grunts, his nails digging sharp crescent moons into the fat of your ass.

He’s had his fair share of pretty girls with empty brains and tight cunts, but yours is something else. Yours, he wants it owned. He wants it to lull him to sleep every night, only to wake up the next morning to the mess you’ve made creaming around his cock all night long. He wants to make you into his personal cock warmer, and he nearly cringes at the thought, until he feels you pulse around him and realizes you probably want that too.

“Fuck me, T-Toji.” You stammer, pulling your body forward only to slam it back on his length.

That’s all he needs to get going. His hips mercilessly slap against your own while he drills his cock in and out with such vigor that he feels it kissing your cervix. The desk bangs hard against the wall, almost overpowering the sounds of your soft whimpers. He forces you to meet his tempo, using the leverage on your ass to cut down on the distance between his leaking head and your puffy cunt.

“‘member what I told ya when I first saw ya?” Toji slows down, his fingers reaching between your thighs to swipe at your clit while his hips switch to languid rolls.

“Y-You mean after you—fuck, put your shoes on my desk thinking it was Satoru’s?”

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” He huffs and brings your arm behind your back, pressing down on it. “Remember,” he mouths hot kisses down your nape and shoulder, his palm cupping your entire cunt while your walls flutter around him. “Remember how I said you’re too hot to be stuck ‘ere teaching brats manners?”

You fist at the table, desperately searching in your foggy mind for a memory you can’t seem to find or a place to grip, the only answer you can muster being, “You never said that.”

“I didn’t?” Toji flicks the sensitive nub upward. “Well, not every thought’s meant to be shared, mhm?”

He pops your dialogue bubble by nipping at your neck, his cock scratching an itch that has you writhing in pleasure.

“Shhh, baby.” He coos, the warm timbre in his voice soothing the shrill ringing in your head. “Promise I’ll be more vocal now on. Tell ya all about how good that sloppy pussy’s flooding me, or how gorgeous your cute face looks lighting up whenever ya see me.”

The flames in your stomach shoot up to your heart, beating so loud you swear it punctuates his every word.

“How many times was it?” He asks. “Eight PT meetings in two months? Or ten? Ya think I wouldn’t notice I was the only parent called?”

Your head droops forward. “Would’ve been eleven if you didn’t come today. Wanna see more of you, Toji. F-fuck, wanna see you all the time.”

“And you will,” he detaches from your neck and picks up his speed, keen on having you see starts with the way he thumbs your clit. “Gonna make you cum around my cock every day, sweetheart. Just call me and—ugh, I’ll come runnin’. No need for that PT crap.”

Your bitten lips do nothing to contain your unregulated cries as you tighten around him like a vice—the only coherent words among your long-drawn vowels being “I’m cumming, Toji!” that you scream at the top of your lungs.

Toji begrudgingly pulls out, letting you ride your high alone. If he stays in a second longer, he knows you’ll end up with a nine-month trouble that will escalate into a lifelong problem in the form of paychecks for him and test sheets for you.

He plops down on the chair to cool down for a moment, proudly admiring your stupefied expression, eyes blown out with sheer ecstasy, and lips gasping for air.

“Hey. Are you free tomorrow?”

Maybe you are worth the trouble.

The delightful buzzes in your head are replaced with a series of acute knocks against your door. You barely have time to locate your rug of a dress in the corner of the room and zip it up, hoping the fabric’s enough to keep the marks on your body out of your visitor’s field of view.

“Should’ve known,” you groan, wishing you'd shoved your head in the pillows and pretended you were missing—except, there's no hiding from him. You step outside and close the door with your back, folding your arms over your chest. “What brings you here, Satoru?”

“Mornin’ to you too, Y/N.” His mouth is full as he speaks, rice grains framing both sides of his lips. “How was your date?”

“It was…” you pause, focusing on the plastic convenience store bag he’s holding rather than his eyes, “good.”

“Good, huh?” He grimaces. He doesn’t have to tell you he was hoping it’d fail. “Anyway, came to drop these. Someone left them on your doorstep.”

You peer into the contents of the bag, full of onigiri in different flavors—two that are tuna mayo, two with shrimp tempura, two with salted salmon, and lastly, a spare pickled plum.

Your lips curl into a smile as you pick your favorite from the bunch. So that's your answer.

"Thanks, Satoru." He is surprised you didn't scold him, gladly taking his chance to leave before you speak again. "Wait."

"I was the one who stole your Manju."

[avislazuli]

Joy to the world

Story: Joy to the world (Tori’s Christmas 4*)

Notes:

Unproofread and done for training purposes using lots of dictionary

Imouto gimi = young sister (+respectful honorific)

Mimi-chan: Tori’s sister’s stuffed toy who Mika repared in Poison a la Mode scout

Writer:  Yuumasu

Season: Winter

Yuzuru: Young master, imoutogimi, the tree is ready.

Tori: Thank you, Yuzuru.

Now, decorate with your big brother, I brought some adorns I thought you would like

Look, this stuffed animal is similar to Mimi-chan, isn't it? I was surprised when I saw it in the city!

Kagehira-senpai put flowers and jewels in it for me. It was a long time ago, but it seems that he still remembers.

He still cherishes the drawing you gave him! He even asked "how is your sister doing~?"

...

...Hey, why have you been so quiet all this time?

Why are you avoiding my eyes...?

(...I already know the reason. It's my fault that she is like this.

Daddy and mommy won't come back home for Christmas because of their work. And not just that, I'm busy this year too, my schedule is full

I wanted to spend time together even if it's before Christmas, that's why I came back today.

I was going to decorate the tree with her and give her a present, so she could enjoy Christmas at least a little earlier.

But she got angry when she knew that we couldn't spend Christmas together.

She was having fun talking about what she wanted to do for Christmas until a while ago, of course she is angry...)

...Hey, I actually brought a present for you―

Wait, where are you going? Come back!

She is gone...

...

Yuzuru: Excuse me, young master. Are you okay?

Tori: Yuzuru… I ruined it. I’m not a good older brother…

Christmas is special for her. She is often at home, so it's a rare opportunity for her to be with her busy family.

I'm sad. I thought I could make my sister smile if I became an idol. But I ended up taking her smile away.

Yuzuru: Young master, don't make that face. If your face is clouded by those feelings, the whole mansion would be wrapped in sadness.  

If we keep like this, the memories of this Christmas will be bitter. Now that you're back, shouldn't you face up with her?

Tori: ...Yes, you’re right.

[After a while]

Tori: ...  

...Hey, open the door and come over here.

I brewed tea for you. 一Would you let me talk? It's okay if it's only the time until you finish drinking.

Thanks. I'm sorry for making you feel bad.

...Yes, I know. You're a kind girl, so you understand my circumstances.

But the Christmas schedule you were looking forwad to just disappeared, you can't simply accept it right away.

But it's because I'll be absent for Christmas that I came here today.

Only for now, your brother is only yours. I’ll spoil you for daddy and mommy too. I’ll do anything.

So please tell me, what do you want me to do?

...Branco? Oh, have you been watching the PV everyday?

Fufu, I’m glad to hear that. Can I tell everyone in Branco? I’m sure they’ll be glad too.

Huh? Why are you apologizing? ...Were you angry at yourself?

...You can't help feeling lonely, even though you understand the importance of my idol activities, and that bothers you一  

Well, I used to feel like that in the past too, so I understand your feelings.

I knew our parents were busy, but I kept wondering “why can’t daddy and mommy stay with me?”

I hated that part of me that couldn’t smile when I had to say goodbye.

Fufu, we are similar in many ways, aren’t we?

...Oh, right. You said you thought about the PV as a Christmas present, right?

Follow me, I want to show you something.

[An hour later]

Yuzuru: We’ve arrived. Please, watch your feet.

Tori: Yes. ...Hey, isn’t it cold? Are you okay?

Are you struggling to move? Yuzuru made you wear those winter clothes.

It’ll be bad if you get ill, so please bear it.

...That’s right, our parents would never bring you here because they’re worried about your health.

That’s why we must keep this as a secret. A secret only between us...

Here, take my hand, so you won’t fall down. Let’s go this way.

...Look, it can be seen from here.

What do you think? It’s more beautiful than when you see it through the screen, right?

Fufu, your eyes are sparkling with happiness. I’m also happy to have brought you here.

...Would you accept the present I couldn’t give you before? I hope you like it.

...Thank goodness. I wanted to see your smile, so I visited a lot of shops and did my best to choose.

Thank you for always being there to support me.

Merry Christmas, I love you...   ♪  

[sundaynightlive]

My Live Heartstopper 2 Reactions

Right so this is an EXTREMELY long post and I know nobody cares but it helped me get all my emotions out in a healthy way instead of punching walls so that’s a plus 👍🏻. MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS, so be warned, aight? Some of my reactions are genuinely funny—wish I had filmed myself because oh boy.

(TW: Eating disorders and homophobia. Also: Chaos, spoilers, and unhealthy fangirling).

Episode 1

Oh my god I’m literally more nervous for this than I was for my tattoo I’m gonna cry

HI ❤️

Charlie you better eat that cereal why are you just holding it.

The soundtrack is already banging holy balls.

THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH.

AGGRESSIVE KISSING OH MY GOD THAT WAS CRAZY THE PASSION I—

They’re so happy. I’m so happy they’re happy. And the smile every time they greet each other. And they’re BESTIES which is SO REAL.

THE UPSIDE-DOWN KISS SHOT WAS MAGICAL—

Ooh I missed the little sparkles of Heartstopper

Need this tattooed on my body fr.

Elle is gorgeous. Elle is gorgeous. Elle is gorgeous and I love her. She’s gorgeous. Oh my gosh my sapphic heart wants her so bad.

That was weird. Oop—that product placement is as a tiny bit goofy? Was the product placement? I’ve only read one book.

No she fancies Ben—I already can see it coming. No NO NO NO NO IMOGEN NO.

Oh I can feel the stress. I have to look up what this test is I guess because I can FEEL the stress—NEVERMIND I KNOW WHAT THE STRESS IS—

This is an incredible scene. Oh my FUCKING god.

This teacher is really doing the most for no reason.

I NEED YOU.

Of course Harry’s out here saying some slightly misogynistic shit out the gate.

Elle and Tao will be magical together I already know.

YES OH MY GOD THEY GET DOODLES TOO?????? YESSSSSSS.

Bro is this product placement or is it in the comics. It must be in the comics and I just don’t know about it lmao. Because otherwise this product placement is WILD.

UH OH NO UH OH STOP PLEASE I CAN’T—alright it’s fine. Everything’s fine. Deep breaths. Whew all good.

As a partially-closeted gay person that was a lot for me.

I love Tori and her actress so much (is actress still a real term??? I feel like it’s not).

This is cute huh.

I love Imogen. I love Imogen. She’s so cute.

SHE’S AN ALLY IM PISSING—

God Elle is gorgeous in every scene.

Tao’s hair isn’t even bad idk what everybody was saying in the first season it’s goofy but it’s not the worst haircut in the world.

THAT WAS SO INTENSE. THEY HAVE CRAZY CHEMISTRY WHAT????!?????

Isaac always reading is such a vibe he just likes to be in the room with everyone and it’s so me.

You got this Nick. I love you and I believe in you.

Woah Tao. Simmer down babe.

YOU GOT THIS! YOU GOT IT! They are so supportive it’s so wonderful this is so sweet fuck me.

THAT WAS SO GOOD.

“I’m sorry I don’t actually know how to react,” IS A PERFECT REACTION FUCK.

Oh balls I KNEW IT.

They’re girls together. I love watching girlhood between queer people. This show is everything.

Hands ✨

I wish I had this many friends.

HI LEAVES HOW ARE YOU—AHHHHHHHH KISSES YES. This is kind of a lot for being in front of everyone.

Darcy is so real.

Not the hanky panky.

BRING ON THE BROTHER. This is the bullshit fuckery im excited for I want nick to DESTROY HIS HOMOPHOBIC BROTHER. Verbally, of course.

Episode 2

Why is everyone struggling? I kind of hate this trope so much my grades did not slip when I got in a secret homosexual relationship I was literally valedictorian I promise it’s not that distracting.

Bros being so mean wtf.

Woah I have never seen Charlie looking so much like Joe.

Mum’s sassy woah.

DAVID. BRING ON THE BROTHER. FIST FIIIIIIIGHT.

Sorry I’m just excited.

Kit Connor is so pretty.

I FORGOT CHARLIE’S A DRUMMER THAT’S SO RANDOM AND COOL.

Not the WHAT with the blank expression.

Wait that is so cute #meandmygf when both our parents are psycho conservatives #starcrossedlovers

❤️

Ben and Imogen is such a fucking no I feel sick. I am literally sick.

I know all these extras are so freaking excited to be here—I love them all.

Who tf says ‘eve’ in a text?

Ben’s weird ass look lmao.

This is goofy and I love it. Fuck off Ben stop with that state.

Dude Mr. Farouk needs to chill so hard.

SHUT THE FUCK UP BEN. GET HIM NICK. SICK EM. EAT SHIT.

Broooo why would you put them in a room together are you frickin serious?????

NICK YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE HIM I hate Ben so much I what a perfect perfect perfect gray-area villain

David what are you even talking about rn.

God they are good together are you kidding? They casted so perfectly I’ve never been more in love with a couple in my life. They are phenomenal actors because idk how they could be like this and not be in love.

The SOUNDTRACK ARE YOU KIDDING

“I think Nellie loves him” NO YOU

The queer extras are my favorite in the whole world.

NON-BINARY PERSON oh my god hi me too

God she’s perfect here. To be fair she’s just generally perfect. THE THREE OF THEM ARE PERFECT.

What a lovely conversation for this show to have, so simple and so chill and so real.

Oh Tao. I love you I wish I could give you a hug, poor dude.

If Ben fucks up Nick’s math exam istg—

Oh Imogen—I’m so sorry sweetheart.

Oh shit fuck this feels like such unnecessary stress I hate hate hate hate hate this—NO BRO RAISE YOUR HAND AND TELL HER—

Bro if he’s in trouble I’m gonna lose it I will literally be so sad.

Elle is stunning.

Elle he likes you oh my god ELLE HE LIKES YOU.

Gosh she’s tall too I love tall women.

Bro what marvel movie were they watching ????? Hello ????? Also—David is still here isn’t he?

NELLIE IS PERFECT.

No no no no no no no no no bro I’m gonna be physically ill.

PUNCH THAT MF IN THE FACE holy FUCK.

Oh my god this is so sad, but also definitely the conflict I’m here for and not this schoolwork shit. I hate schoolwork conflicts.

It’s not your fault Charlie I’m so sorry.

God Mom he needs you right now are you serious?????

We all know damn well you did not eat at Nick’s.

To be so fair this is exactly what happened to me and my gf when we started telling people it just became a mess.

Oh god the voice memo was perfect Nick. That was such a perfect way to get your sincerity across. Wow I LOVE that.

CUT YOUR HAIR OUT OF JEALOUSY TAO !!!

That’s half a joke.

But I would do it (I’m crazy and petty).

Cantonese is very soft or maybe it was just the way she said it but my ears liked it.

I deadass thought she was gonna be right behind him lmao.

Episode 3

IKEA??????? Boy.

Aw nice boys. Thank you.

The way Otis just looked back like bro are you serious—

Damn it he almost had it shit.

Charlie and Joe are ebbing and flowing and I love that he’s like 15-dimensional it’s so nice and natural I love Joe he is so talented.

YAY SHE IS SO NICE ARE YOU SERIOUS???? SHE HAS A WIFE. My girlfriend did women’s rugby gayest sport in the world. I literally just jumped up and down this show is so good fuck.

HER LITTLE GIGGLE SDFGHJKL

Tao not on the school computer wtf.

I’m like actually stressed about Charlie’s paper and Nick’s math I remember being stressed and fucked up by these things and I do not like the coursework issues as pieces of plot it really gets me—not to say it’s the show’s fault. I think that’s just because school killed me.

Oh Tara and Darcy.

I am in fear. I am currently in very much fear.

Ben looks like such an ass fr.

DARCY’S SARCASM IM PISSING—

HE IS SO SWEET ABSOLUTELY SO SWEET. HOLY PISS AND SHIT THIS IS PERFECT. AND HIS HAAAAAAIR. OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.

THAT WAS ADORABLE.

They are very good together.

The 1975???? Slay?????

I LOVE TORI. IM PISSING.

“Look after him. Or you die.”

The most unrealistic thing about this show is that people don’t know they’re together when they’re always standing so fucking close together and glancing at each others’ mouths.

Now why is that popcorn so big.

Bro Elle looks perfect all the time I would also be awkwardly silent next to her.

Oh Tara.

Joe and Nick look SO GOOD in these outfits.

Elle definitely put her hand there on purpose so he’d grab it.

BRO WHAT IS GOING ON THIS IS PAINFUL.

I take it back Nick should’ve been wearing different pants.

Oh no this is literally my nightmare.

Bro Harry putting his arm around Nick like nothing’s wrong and the panic that must be flooding through Nick’s veins is so FUCKING REAL I have been in situations so similar to this and if he comes out now I will never forgive Alice because this is a horrific time for this.

I am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the studio today.

Oh Tao I love you I’m so sorry. God he is so me. God what a nice hug. I feel so bad for him. Holy fuck.

And CHARLIE god this is my nightmare.

Oh Nick too.

EVERYONE IS SAD AND I AM SAD.

Oh baby oh my god.

Charlie is a literal angel AND SO IS NICK’S MOM.

YOU DON’T OWE THEM ANYTHING. THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING MESSAGE.

Oh Charlie my heart aches for you.

Episode 4

Charlie why wouldn’t you sit next to each other???? Charlie???? What is this madness?????

Tao’s hair is slaying.

Mr. Farouk is crazy.

Paris is gonna fix everything I see.

Okay Nick and Tao getting together makes my heart absolutely so full.

NICK’S DAD IS FRENCH??????? Bro I need to read these don’t I?

Aw Mr. Farouk’s little smile.

Darcy is fantastic at changing the subject I wish I had the skill.

Bro Ben’s whole role this season is glaring I’m pissing myself giggling about it.

Bro read the ROOM of COURSE they wanted to share.

Um why is their room so tiny????

Even their hands look perfect together god DAMN.

WAIT Tao that was so fucking sweet.

NO THIS IS THE HICKEY SCENE. THIS IS THE HICKEY SCENE. OH MY GOD IS THIS THE HICKEY SCENE?

Incredible like delivery Kizzy FUCK I loved that.

Also it was not the hickey scene.

Ben looks so unenthused with Imogen at all times and I’m pissed about it.

Jesus that was rude Ben. Fuck you.

This is so weird but I wanna know what order they shot these scenes in bc the whole bus scene Farouk kept being all smiley towards Ajayi but now he’s like super unimpressed with him and it’s not tracking but honestly that’s kind of sweet and almost like foreshadowing I love it.

Tao. Looks. So. Good.

ELLE’S BOOTS ARE FIRE ARE YOU SERIOUS?????

Charlie just grab his hand there’s literally no one around.

NICK BEING FLUENT IN FRENCH IS SO GOOD AND IMPRESSIVE DOES CHARLIE KNOW?????

Also Kit Connor speaking French is just ahhhhhh

TARA’S A DANCER??? ME TOO. ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO.

Darcy is so my girlfriend. Don’t worry Tara she’ll come around I promise. My girlfriend didn’t say I love you back to me for months babe. It’s just hard for some people.

Charlie…

God Paris is beautiful.

Straight people are so goofy thinking relationships mean you stop being friends.

BRO THIS SONG GOES CRAZY????

Okay the yelling was so funny.

They’re perfect together for real.

The BUTTERFLIES???? THE BUTTERFLIES????

I actually love Imogen so much. Ben needs to get his greasy hands off her fr.

Darcy’s non-binary shirt is everything. Thank you Heartstopper, thank you Kizzy.

WHY IS CHARLIE BY BEN???? WHO ALLOWED THIS?????

NO. NO NO NO. NO.

Okay. Deadass, I wish I had recorded myself—The whole conversation just went down, and I sat there with my hand shaking around my face, and when HARRY went “There’s no reason to call her a bitch” I fucking LOST MY MIND because you know it’s bad when HARRY SAYS SOMETHING OBJECTIVELY CORRECT. I deadass SCREAMED.

Oh Imogen so wrong but also so cute about it anyway.

Tao and Nick talking makes my heart so happy I want them to be besties.

This is so sweet. Fuck.

Is Nick’s dad a factor here? Because I’m stressed.

I love when my gf hugs me like that.

“Giant Rugby idiot”

Wait this is wild oh my god?????

Real talk—when my gf gets that close to me and is kissing my neck I do not silently stare at the ceiling but I get it we’re innocent and sweet in this house.

Bro the hickey reveal is SO GOOD.

Episode 5

Oh his dad is ghosting him fuck.

Soundtrack going off again

Also unrealistic—giving a hickey without knowing how? You have to suck SO HARD bro—

I’m fully laughing my ass off.

TAO’S EYES I—

I just screamed “OH MY GOD THIS SHOT IS INCREDIBLE THIS IS ART” at the top of my lungs and the neighbors definitely heard but BLURRY BEN SITTING IN BETWEEN MATCHING NICK AND CHARLIE WHEN HE LEARNS ABOUT THE HICKY???? 10/10 cinema. Give it an Oscar right now.

That’s the biggest croissant I have ever seen.

BEN BLURRY IN THE BACKGROUND OF THESE SHOTS IS JUST SO—

Joe Locke is gorgeous I can’t. He’s like literally a sculpture.

SHUT UP HARRY.

Oh my fucking god.

“I don’t give a rats ass rudeboy, grow up” is the single greatest like in all of Heartstopper and I will tattoo it on my body.

What is Nick’s outfit? Why do they keep giving him ridiculous pants?

Tao and Elle are a fucking gorgeous couple.

GO OFF ISAAC. GO OFF.

Kizzy and Corinna are just ah just god just I want them both just AH.

THAT FRAME OF BEN AND NICK IS FUNNIER THAN THE ONE THAT WENT VIRAL.

I hate Ben. I am going to cry.

I’m scared Charlie’s going to pass out. Imagine he just falls off the tower lmao what a twist one of them literally dies 😭😭

HARRY! HARRY! HARRY! Good job Isaac.

Okay he JUST called are you serious?

Tao’s fits are fucking fire bro.

SO ARE YOU CHARLIE. SO ARE YOU.

Doing a friend lock instead of a boyfriend one is so real.

I’m really freaked about the end of the season. I feel like I know the storm that’s coming and I don’t know if I can take it.

Nick being able to talk to anyone about everything is the best trope of this entire show. He is truly a saint (Santa Claus type beat lmfao)

No Charlie eat please. I’m begging you. You deserve love and food. I love him. I love this show.

Kizzy is so handsome.

Things are falling apart. I am falling apart. This is bad. This is real bad.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY ELLE AND TAO WHEN I KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING ELSEWHERE???????

Yeah okay I’m enjoying it I LOVE THEM!!!!

THE BUTTERFLIES.

Beautiful artist couple.

I wanna understand. He wants. To. Understand. MY PARENTS DIDN’T EVEN— AHHHAGDJAHANDHEJAB he’s a saint.

Nick is about to make me uncontrollably sob.

He was so close to I love you fr.

I hate Nick’s outfit so much.

Charlie finding out he speaks French has me KICKING MY FUCKING FEET AND GIGGLING.

Gets in trouble, “Run!” *runs towards the person getting them in trouble*

They look so genuinely perfect together it’s insane. The casting for this shit is fucking crazy.

Goated soundtrack.

Why does Nick have to be dressed like this though like I get it but I completely do not get it.

I’m uncomfy.

Oh god. He doesn’t know me. This is getting way, WAY to real now.

I just belly laughed at Tao sheepishly shuffling out of the bathroom and going, “I have something to share.”

Okay this is adorable I wish I had friends in high school (or ever)

WAIT OH MY GOD—I was upset they got busted by I AM NOT EVEN REMOTELY UPSET ANYMORE.

This is fucking perfect.

This show does not fail to save me. It saved me with the first season and it’s saving me a second time now.

Isaac in the bookstore is so me.

Oh yes YES YES YES!

The pride street. I’m fucking sobbing.

The hand shot?!?!? THE HAND SHOT?!?!

I really need Tara and Darcy to talk.

Oh no this is not what I want I really do not want this I really don’t like that there is alc here in this situation.

Ben is here??? What???

Everyone and their brother has a crush on Charlie and like I totally get it but also he is so OBLIVIOUS.

LUCY DACUS???? FUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Also the ace/aro representation is so good I fuckin love you Isaac.

“No.”

Okay let me be so real, Harry is an ass but Ben assaulted Charlie and he gets to be here???? Like not that I want Harry to be around either but????? Like?????

WHO INVITED BEN?!?!?

TAO’S SCARY ASS CRAWL I CAN’T—

YES. YES NICK. FUCK IM CRASHING.

Darcy why tho.

They are such good actors it’s so hard to remember they aren’t actually in love.

Not to be delulu but they are so Merlin/Arthur core.

I thought they were about to have an “oh shit I’m about to get turned on” moment but it didn’t go that way.

ONE BED TROPE. YASSSSSS. YASSSS. GAY TEACHERS. YASSSS.

WHAT IS THAT MELODYYYY??????

They sleep like me and my gf do, always switching positions. Got that’s so real. I’m fucking obsessed.

Peach comforter cute as hell.

Good song. Heard it on the soundtrack before.

Holy BALLS JOE LOCKE IS BEAUTIFUL.

YES ELLE! YES ELLE!

TAO PICKING UP HIS MOTHER SUPREMACY

“My summer is for sleeping.” Tori is me.

Ben. Actually piss off. There will be no accidental adultery in this show. I’m manifesting.

Oh Darcy. The purple clouds are amazing detail but Oh Darcy.

Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.

Tell him.

Tell him.

You promised. Tell him.

CONAN GRAY? IN MY CITY?

PHYSICALLY GASPED AT ELLE.

Yes. Yes Isaac yes. Fuck. I love you Isaac. YOU ARE FREE FROM EVERYONE ELSE’S PICTURE OF LIFE. YOU’RE AMAZING. FUCK.

MORE CONAN?

Yes Tao. He’s fucking supportive. I can see it in his face.

THE PAINTING???? THE ART ROOM?????

TAO THAt IS SO FUCKING MATURE.

My parents will never accept me either but I’m not a goddamn predator asshole.

This is fucking RAW. Oh my GOD. God, Charlie that was fucking powerful and perfect. Me too. I feel it. I felt you. AND HE STEPPED AWAY FROM THE RAINBOW HE COULD HAVE GONE IN AND SEEN.

FUCK.

Fuck you David. I already know you’re about to do some DUMB SHIT.

Bro did they not warn Charlie’s parents?????

GO OFF TORI.

Oh my god GO OFF NICK???? GO OFF???? HOLY FUCK????

He’s not a very good dad, is he?

I like Nick’s pink shirt.

I love Tori so fucking much. Oh my GOD.

Your brother’s a prick.

Oh Nick. Oh NICK. Oh Nick.

Darcy, baby. Fuck.

(Good ass soundtrack tho)

Episode 8

I’m so stressed about Charlie. Please no storm.

Okay this time the soundtrack jumped in a little too strong????

SWITCH! SWITCH!

NICK’S OUTFIT IS FIRE (it’s just the jumper but still)

ALLY! ALLY! (Except they’re both gay lmfao)

WINGWOMAN! That’s the word.

Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.

Fuck. I’m gonna sob.

YES THEY’RE CONNECTING.

Me neither.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Noooo Charlie nooooo it’s not gonna be like that. Charlie I’m so sorry. Fuck fuck fuck.

FOLKLORE POSTER??? YES??

GOD ELLE IS GORGEOUS. AND I LOVE HER PARENTS.

CHARLIE LOOKS FANTASTIC WTFFFFFFF.

Isaac with the book I love it.

God Seven’s gonna play about Darcy. Seven’s gonna fucking play about Darcy.

MLM WLW SOLIDARITY

YASSSS GET IT QUEEN!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE TAO’S LITTLE HEARTS?????

AND ELLE HAS THEM OHHHHH MY GOD.

lmao Tori.

Harry 🫠🫠🫠🫠

YES GAY TEACHERS.

Imogen is literally gay lmfao.

YAS ISAAC GOT LEAVES FUCK YES FUCK YES I’m sobbing I love queer joy I’m gonna fall apart

The way VERY OBVIOUSLY QUEER extras are the ones gossiping and stressing Charlie out 😭😭😭

No. No. No.

Fuck that woman so hard oh my god.

TINY NICK.

Me too Darcy. I love you. THEY ARE PERFECT. THEY ARE PERFECT. They are me 😭😭 this is so personal to me.

SEVEN! SEVEN! SEVEN! ITS SO SAPPHIC! ITS SO THEM!

These people have got to know they are making something so FUCKING special for queer people. This is my next tattoo for sure.

Queer joy.

THEY LOOK MARRIED!!! THEY LOOK MARRIED!!!!?

THIS IS SO DOMESTIC.

Please talk to him.

Do not fight right now I swear to god.

You don’t have to be perfect with me.

Oh Charlie oh my god. Nick’s fuckiNG TEARS—I just.

This scene. Is. Perfect. Fuck.

THE WHISPERING. THE FUCKING WHISPERING. THE BROKEN ASS WHISPERING.

FOREHEAD KISSES????? IN THIS ECONOMY??????

That blue looks GOOD on him.

The storm was a light rain that spilled the rivers over, but it was fun to walk in and the mud made nice pies, and everything was alright, because they made them together.

this SONG????????

BANGING MY HEAD AGAINSST A WALL.

In conclusion, I will be getting a heartstopper tattoo at my nearest convenience. I’ll be sure to post it.

Also, here’s a cookie for lasting this long 🍪

[smokedust]

Why are you trembling like this? Are you scared?"

"Hmph, instead of answering me, you're fiddling with your fingers, huh."

"Is it because of my strong divine power, or is it because my fingers are good?"

He chuckled wickedly, whispering into her ear.

"You have to answer me, Sarah Abbott."

"It's because of your fingers, more... than..."

"Even when I poke you like this?"

As he pushed deeper into her sensitive spot, pressing against the sensitive area with the tip of his finger, her inner walls tightened frantically, tingling with excitement.

"Hng!"

"It seems you still have a long way to go, judging by how eagerly your c*nt craves penetration. I should probably use a s*x toy."

A s*x toy? Was he finally going to take off his pants and pull out his monstrous p*nis?

Filled with anticipation, she looked up, only to see him open the bedside drawer. What he took out was a thick glass rod.

"...Is that the s*x toy?"

No, it was a bit too ugly to be called a s*x toy. It looked like a giant mushroom, almost like a model p*nis.

"Yes. It's made of a material that conducts divine power well."

Sarah watched him with suspicion in her eyes. He carefully brought the glass rod to her v*lva.

"Just hold still for a moment."

As the cold surface of the glass touched her, she frowned. He then dipped the entire rod in her love fl*id, making it lukewarm.

The s*x toy, now moistened with her bodily fl*ids, quickly warmed up. As the gl*ns of the model p*nis slipped through the opening of her v*lva, Sarah held her breath.

Her passage was so narrow and tight that he could barely insert the tip of the gl*ns. He moved it around, trying to widen the gap.

After much effort, her v*lva swallowed half of the model p*nis. Sebastian looked at it intently, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

How could someone with such a pure body, unable to even take the s*x toy all at once, behave so promiscuously? It must be that a demon had possessed the angel's body.

Even when she tried to unbutton his pants with her small, delicate hands. Even when she teased his p*nis, rubbing her soft knees against it.

He found it difficult to focus, feeling a dizzying sense of dissonance that threatened to overwhelm him.

After all, it was in the nature of demons to exploit weakness. Since she was born with such an obsc*ne body, it was only natural that she would indulge in lustful desires, even with a face as pure as an angel.

He desperately wanted to use his divine power to cleanse all the impurities within her and bring her comfort. Of course, it wouldn't be long before the lust in her lower abdomen flared up again, but he could just take it out again then.

However, her tightly closed inner walls did not easily allow him to proceed.

"If I push any further, I think it will hurt. Let's wait."

He stopped inserting and gently rolled his tongue over her er*ct cl*toris, which he had captured with his lips.

Her body responded well. He sucked on it like he was eating grapes, and when he clamped it between his slightly parted lips and squeezed, she trembled uncontrollably.

As he gently moved the handle in circles, her inner walls twitched, and sticky love fl*id dripped down between the model p*nis and the walls.

After a long struggle, when he felt that the inside had loosened up a bit, he tilted the angle slightly and pushed it in as if lifting it up.

"Ugh!"

In an instant, her hips were lifted into the air as if pierced by a spear, and a hot sensation bloomed inside her. She looked up, her lower jaw trembling and tears welling up, but he continued to slowly thrust into her while holding her.

Unable to bear the intense stimulation, she began to wiggle her toes. He lifted her legs and placed them over his arms, fixing her in place. Her hips and pelvis were completely lifted.

"Hmph, hng."

Perhaps because her stomach was pressed down, making it difficult to breathe, Sarah panted, focusing on the sensation of the s*x toy penetrating deep inside her.

Was divine power really flowing through it? Every time he spread and scraped her tight folds, she felt a refreshing sensation, as if the itch was being relieved.

"Do you like it when I scrape the deep inside of your v*gina?"

"Hng... yes."

When she answered in a daze, Sebastian also responded with a faint smile. He didn't scold her even though she moaned several times.

Just as she was starting to feel a little good in his gentle hands, he increased the speed of his insertion and squeezed her br*asts with his left hand.

"Ahk!"

She gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the weight. Her soft flesh was crushed in his rough grip, and her heart pounded like a drum beneath her skin.

"Your c*nt is so filthy, even when it's not being f*cked."

He clicked his tongue as he watched her bright red inner flesh emerge with the glass d*ldo.

Her l*bia minora and wrinkles, which were smeared with love fl*id and stuck to the glass pillar every time it moved, and her bright pink anus, which was wide open, were incredibly lewd.

"Ugh, hng."

"Come to your senses. It's a s*x toy, not a d*ck."

Despite his stern command, Sarah found it difficult to focus. He was hitting the exact spot of excitement that he had confirmed with his finger earlier.

He had clearly said he was healing her, so why was he thrusting into her so unbearably? Without time to think, her heated body trembled pathetically, as if it craved his touch.

"If you get this excited even with a s*x toy, it must be quite a sight to see you with a real d*ck."

"Hng, yes, your d*ck, hmph."

"Hoo, what did you say?"

"I want you to f*ck my filthy c*nt... Aah!"

As Sarah begged, lifting her hips, he pushed the s*x toy harder into her.

"You talk so dirty."

"Hng, th, that's enough..."

"I won't stop until you've poured out all that filth."

The scolding-like caresses continued. He squeezed her br*asts roughly and scratched her n*pples savagely with his fingertips.

As he quickly thrust the s*x toy while pressing down on her cl*toris with his thumb, an overwhelming excitement surged through her, as if her pelvis were about to twist.

When the tip of the s*x toy hit her inner excitement point and pressed against her c*rvix, her inner walls spasmed involuntarily, as if struck by lightning.

"Ahng...!"

Her whole body seemed to be swept away by a wave of cl*max, and her vision blurred. Her head tilted back, her back arched like a bow, and the clear love fl*id that poured out of her flowed down the s*x toy and onto his arm.

After she reached her own cl*max, he slowly inserted the s*x toy into her soaked v*lva a few more times before gently pulling it out.

The bed sheets were soaked and wrinkled with the lewd traces she had left behind.

"You did well."

Sebastian looked at her nape, her w*t eyes, and her round forehead, one by one, with his empty eyes, and kissed them.

Then, he gave her a short kiss on the lips and, with a face more noble than anyone else's, brushed back her w*t hair.

"Hic, hic."

She was still sobbing softly and hiccuping.

"You've done enough. Rest for a while."

He gently stroked her cheek and untied her bound wrists.

His gaze, which had been hazy, returned to its usual composure, as if nothing had happened.

She thought she would jump at him as soon as he released her hands, but she felt as if her body had been drained of all strength, as if she had been hit by a spell.

Was it because of the divine power he had given her? She closed her eyes, letting out a long breath, overcome by the languid feeling of powerlessness that took over her entire body.

[yeniasworld]

I just need a day, just a single breath,

Without these promises of fame hanging over my head.

Socials blowing up, my brain humming at frequencies too high,

I swear, it feels like a lie,

Like it’s all temporary,

Just pulling me closer to what’s meant to come,

But today, I don’t want to be the Chosen One.

I want the pulling to stop,

To just be normal,

A regular artist, taking my time,

Taking years to heal,

Going to art school, mastering my craft,

Learning from scratch, like the rest of them.

I walk these East London streets,

Feeling like a madwoman, dressed in my struggles,

And wonder what they think when they pass me by.

The Universe says, “This is your story,”

But why must it be so heavy, so filled with pain?

It’s like the darkness was never enough—

Now I’ve got a lifetime to create, to paint,

To sing out the shadows and pour light onto the canvas.

But still, I’m tired, Universe.

All this mastery without the Western form of education,

It’s madness, pure madness.

Even my tears have become tools for the art,

I can cry on cue now,

Because I’ve done it for real, so many times.

Now I have a storyline,

A whole saga to tell,

Of pain, of struggle, of this journey I never asked for,

Like Tony Stark, yeah, Iron Man without the suit,

But more art, more genius, more madness

In this fictional world I hope I’m living in.

Chile, let’s see if Yeni’s world ever gets there, huh?

This life of oversharing,

Of turning pain into business, into content,

Is this what we’ve come to?

A healed version of me, free from my past,

Living in a world where others are still trapped,

Like my twin, my family, still caught in their ill frequencies,

Yet they’ve normalized it, found peace in the chaos.

So, Universe, is this new era for real?

A slow awakening through art,

Where we all evolve and grow,

Or is that just my innocent heart hoping?

We’ll find out soon enough.

As for me, I’m tired.

Tired of the upgrades, the pulls, the constant shifts.

Can someone pass me the weed?

I need a break.

No, not the addiction, not the escape,

Just a little pause from this mental whirlwind.

I haven’t smoked since February, or drank since 2019,

Both by choice, both by control,

But damn, sometimes a little high would feel better

Than this constant push to genius, to fame, to glory.

How did all those geniuses survive?

The ones who shaped the world,

How did they live with the weight of their minds,

And still manage to be human?

I binged “Genius,” every season, every story,

And now I see it was all preparation,

Every sign, every moment,

Leading me here.

I never wanted this.

I wished I’d never moved to the UK at 11,

Never joined my father in this European dream.

So many wishes, so many regrets.

I wish I could give it all back to my twin,

When he was healed, alive, helping me find myself,

Before his illness masked his heart with anger.

His story is part of mine now, too.

We were never meant to be apart,

But life had other plans.

So I sit here, listening to Tory Lanez,

And wonder why the stars choose certain souls to suffer.

Why must it be part of our storyline?

Why do we have to endure the darkness

Just to shine in the light?

I understand why people turn to drugs,

Why they seek escape,

But I won’t do it.

I’ve seen what it does to the mind, to the soul.

Weed, maybe, one day,

When I’ve healed enough that nothing can trap me,

When I’ve regained all control of my mind and body,

And only enlightenment remains.

One day, but not today.

Today, I just want peace.

Like Rihanna, I hope she’s still there,

Still healthy, still thriving.

I love what she brings to the world,

And I want that, too,

A quiet kind of genius,

A life that’s big, but still mine.

So here’s to the journey,

With or without the highs,

To knowing ourselves first,

To winning energies, love, and peace.

Universe, I sign off for now,

Yeni ✌️.

[khthepowerofmemories]

True Timeline Bonus Chapter

Prompt: Anything But Ordinary (Avril Lavigne)

Central character: Tori

Words: 900

Short summary: Akio chose to take a break from training that day, but Tori chose to, regardless of her fears and rather because of them, that she would train solo.

Also available on Ao3 within the main story

Chapter 9 (Bonus Chapter)

(Tori)

At the end of this day, this was what she had always wanted. She had wanted to be something—someone. Someone who was worth standing in the light. That wasn’t why she befriended Akio, no, but she had always wanted to be someone strong. Anything but ordinary.

All her life, she had been ordinary, no matter what she tried. Typical Tori, the wildest thing she’d ever done was when she buzzed her hair, and by now, most of that had grown back. She knew that she didn’t deserve any of this by right of birth, but in the end.

Maybe it was okay to feel proud. Happy. Happy to be training, to be someone besides just Typical Tori, anything but to be in the shadow of Akio and Haru. It was okay to listen to them all…to believe them when they called her brave, because…

She had been the one to save Akio. She had saved him. She was terrified then, but she wasn’t going to let him hurt the ones he cared about…She hadn’t followed them to save him, she’d followed because of this greedy desire to be unordinary. But if she hadn’t, then…

Akio would be gone. Maybe alive but gone. Akio would have hurt those he cared about beyond repair. And…

Now here she was, Keyblade coming to her hand the moment she willed it, because of that bravery. She hadn’t saved him for any reward other than to see his real eyes again, but…

Here she was. She wasn’t ordinary any longer.

Tori made her way up the stairs and to Master Yen Sid’s study. She knocked lightly on the door before entering, without waiting for a response. Master Yen Sid looked up at her.

“Ah. Tori. I believe I told you that we could skip your lessons for the day if you wanted.”

“I don’t want to. I’ll admit that I’m a little shaken after yesterday, but…” She sighed. “I want to keep going. I want to fight for myself, my own life and heart…” She put a hand to her heart. “I don’t want to fight only for Akio. I want to be something more.”

“Very well, then. We can train. You still could use work in areas involving combat. I can create a few more drills.” Master Yen Sid studied her. “Tori…what is it that you’re so afraid of?”

“Is it really written on my face?”

“Perhaps it might not normally be, but without Akio to hide from…”

Tori let out a shaky sigh. “I don’t want to lose him.”

“Go on.”

“What if this…what if this is some new part of him. A part that isn’t good? I know that I’m the only one who will stand up to him. I know that no one else has it in them.” She looked at the floor. “If the time comes, I have to be able to stop him. So…I want to keep training.”

“Very well, then. That is a commendable reason…But do you truly believe that is something to be cautious of?”

“I don’t think so,” Tori said. “I think he’s strong—I think he has enough hold over whatever darkness might lie within him. But…something did change. I know it.” She closed her eyes. “Master Yen Sid, please don’t use my words to end his training…I would never forgive myself.”

“Not at all, Tori,” Master Yen Sid said. “Rather, I believe it makes training all the more important. If this is something you fear, then we must work together to prevent such an occurrence from coming to be in the first place.”

“Huh?” Tori perked up in surprise.

“I have learned many things from my mistakes and failures. The paramount of which is to turn away someone who is struggling, and to not turn a blind eye to such things…” Master Yen Sid paused. “I suppose it would be more honest of me to say that my mistakes have led to me not to make the same decisions, to not turn away someone who wants to learn, to not dismiss them so easily. That is why I have chosen to train you, Tori.”

“Because you didn’t want to dismiss someone easily?”

“Indeed. I dismissed someone’s abilities as inferior due to their method of winding up with a Keyblade, for their susceptibility to the darkness, for throwing themselves away, over and over…”

“Sora,” Tori realized.

“Yes.” Master Yen Sid paused. “I had forgotten some lessons I learned long ago. I had forgotten how I was where I was. Someone saw that there was something worthwhile in me, even crippled by injuries.”

“And so when Akio came to you, Sora’s son, injured in heart and body, with everyone with any choice in the matter believing he was too fragile, you wanted to help him, not dismiss him as you had Sora.”

Master Yen Sid was quiet for a moment. “Tori, I have no thought in my mind that Akio will lose himself. However, I understand why you would worry of such. And, I do think it valid that perhaps no one else would have the strength to stand against him.”

“And yet…?”

“I believe that there is not a ‘yet’ in those statements. Instead, let us continue our lessons.”

Tori nodded. “Yes. Let’s keep going.”

She’d keep going forever if she had to. And she would never, ever stop.

[samnelsonwrites]

Chapter 2: A Mundane Monday Morning

Monday mornings always begin the same way: I drag myself out of bed, get some coffee, and begin the dreaded walk to school. The scenery, the people, and the music I listen to at full volume is always the same. I meet Jamie at the school's main entrance; god, I despise this place. I always wonder why I didn't switch for 6th Form. I attend Viridis Grammar, a Co-Ed school full of students who have no chance of passing any exams, let alone attending university. I'm not smart in the least; I didn't get any grades higher than a B in my GCSEs, and yet I'm the smartest person here. It really just goes to show how dumb students are.

My friends and I are deemed "nerds" since we are not screwing up classes. We've all been friends since year 7 and we're extremely close. We haven't allowed anyone new into our friend group because we know it will ruin our dynamic. Tori is the eccentric one among us, and she is where the energy is. If she's around me a lot, my introverted self finds her a little socially draining. Imogen, I believe, is the "trendy" one among us. She has always been up to date on the latest trends and is constantly criticising our sense of fashion; it was irritating initially, but now we all roll our eyes at her when she starts being "influencer Immi," as we call her. She’s the token straight friend. Max is Imogen's boyfriend; I'm not quite certain how they hooked up since Max is the quiet, nose-in-a-book type of guy and Imogen is quite the contrary. Max doesn't say much, but when he does, it's usually with a witty remark. And then there's Jamie, my boyfriend. I feel like he's the only one who truly understands me, but I still feel alone. We've been dating for a year and a half, and I think it's safe to say things are going swimmingly. Jamie is the coolest person in our group; he is the lead vocalist and guitarist in a band called "Purely Purple," so named because all of the instruments in the band are purple. I am a huge fan of the band and go to every concert they perform at. One of their YouTube videos has received over 16K views. I imagine them becoming well-known one day.

“How y’doing?” Greets Jamie.

“Couldn’t be better” I replied sarcastically. Jamie grinned at me as if my comment was hilarious. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine—instant butterflies. You would have thought that I would have gotten used to the idea of Jamie kissing me but no, I haven’t, I feel as if we are still in the “Honeymoon Phrase” as Imogen likes to call it. 

Imogen and Max walked through the gates, clearly arguing, as they frequently do. Argue one minute, then fall hopelessly in love the next. It's as if they're an elderly couple. Absolutely adorable. 

"Are you okay?" "Fine," Max grunted as he aggressively pushed past me.

"What in the world happened this time?" Jamie asked.

"It's just about how Max doesn't pay enough attention to me," Imogen responded.

"Oh my God, Imogen, he lavishes you with attention; quit bitching!" I sigh.

"I'd like for us to be like you guys." She directed her finger at us. "You guys can't stay away from each other for long."

"Immi, different people express affection in various ways, but we just like PDA," Jamie explained.

"Yeah, I don't think Max wants to engage in PDA." I agree.

The school bell rang at 8.30 a.m., indicating the start of classes. Jamie and I are heading to English lit.

"Ah, Twelfth Night, the gayest play ever," I said.

"Viola is obviously struggling with gender dysphoria," Jamie explained.

Viola would be someone I frequently associate with. I definitely have gender dysphoria, just like Viola. I really want to tell Jamie about my gender fluidity, yet I'm not sure how. I guess I need to find the right moment. 

"Hey, Jamie?" "How did you realise you were non-binary?" I ask.

"I suppose I've always known to some extent. I've always associated more with men than a woman, but I wasn't sure I was entirely a man."

"Huh, did you have a lightbulb moment or was it a gradual process?"

"I actually realised I'm not cis about 2 years ago, then came out to you a few months later, what's the sudden interest?"

Shit, do I have to come out now? Or no? Why am I asking this, did I completely screw up? "I don't think through my questions." Oh, I was just wondering" Is that a sufficient excuse? Will they buy it?

"All right," they said.

For the remainder of the English lesson, we sat in complete silence. I was replaying the conversation we just had in my head, cringing at how I handled it. After what felt like the lengthiest lesson ever, the bell finally rang at 9.30 a.m. 

"What are you going to do after school?" Jamie inquired.

"I'm not sure, probably curled in blankets in front of the TV, watching His Dark Materials or something."

"So nothing,"

"Sums it up"

"Would you want to come to mine? We could watch His Dark Materials together?"

"Sure. At 4, I'll meet you at the gates." I grinned.

Mundane Monday isn't so mundane after all now I'm going to Jamie's after school. Although I can see how the evening will play out. I predict we will watch about 10 minutes of His Dark Materials before Jamie does something so incredibly hot that my immense attraction to him will overpower all of my senses and we will start necking it. It's a tradition.

The remainder of the day dragged on. I was very excited about the evening. I attempted to finish all of my schoolwork at lunch and failed terribly since Tori was telling me about a band she really wants to see, The Ark.  I enjoy The Ark, but I wouldn't want to go to one of their gigs since the fans are so intense. When one of the guys, I believe it was Rowan, had a girlfriend, a jealous fan hurled a brick at his head. A bit mental, most of them are screaming teenagers who have nothing better to do than fantasise about shagging one of the members. Don't blame them, Jimmy Kaga Ricci is a snack. 

[naizouarimasuka]

you're getting it anyway.

my thought for it is like, a high school reunion as the setup. everyone gets together after ten or more years of not seeing each other regularly and they just catch up for a bit.

tori is decently famous as a singer. no longer lives with her parents, she's a bit more mellow now, and she's mostly happy. there's something missing, though.

jade followed her love of horror movies and is a filmmaker now. she does a lot of vfx and prop work for horror films too.

beck is a fairly successful actor and a model

andre got a deal with a record label and is a successful musician! not quite a household name, but still popular and happy with his life

cat got back into costuming and effects makeup, she does a lot of work for tv series and movies

robbie became a youtuber slash vlogger. he writes and sings parody/comical songs along with more genuine stuff (come for the comedy and stay for the more heartfelt music)

it's been years and they've mostly lost contact with each other, so it starts off as just catching up and reminiscing and comparing their current lives to how they started. and then people start... noticing things?

jade and beck aren't together and they're both happy. cat seems more... normal, more put together? where's rex? more importantly, where's trina? (we'll get to her.)

cat actually got some mental help after the events of sam and cat. she's been living in an assisted living facility, which is why she's been able to make progress in her career! she's very busy, so she can't stay and catch up for very long, but she's glad to know everyone's doing well. and everyone's glad that she's gotten the help she needs.

jade and beck tried dating again before they both realized some things: one, they're both dealing with too much trauma at home to safely date, they keep taking it out on each other. two, they're both gay, and this relationship was them trying to deny it. they're much better off as friends.

rex is... still present, but not with robbie. he's just sentient. no one questions it anymore.

tori and jade get to talk about their feelings now. they're both doing much better, they regret how awful their relationship was in high school, especially jade. jade realizes now that she was a little bit in love with tori, and her jealousy was misdirected. tori looks back and thinks, huh, that makes sense. maybe she had a thing for jade too, but didn't quite have the words for it at the time. maybe they'll come back to that.

before they can get into that, tori gets a text from a number she hasn't deleted despite the chat being dead for over a decade. "hey tori, it's trina. i tried calling you but you weren't picking up. is this a bad time?"

it's a very bad time. it's the worst possible time. but jade understands, they can talk about this another time. this is something that's been eating tori alive for years.

some time after her graduation while she was struggling to find work, trina was forced to go to therapy by her parents. she didn't want to. she thought there was nothing wrong. she goes just to shut them up, and lies and dances around the subject until something slips. she makes a single comment about how her parents constantly say they hate her. her therapist is horrified and wants her to elaborate. slowly, she lets down her barriers and realizes that she has been mistreated her entire life. spoiled rotten and then punished for it when she got older, physically injured by her own sister, pushed to the side for her sister, constantly being put down and manipulated and hurt for no real reason.

it takes a while, and it takes a lot of support and guidance, but she eventually gets a job and cuts all contact with her family. she packs all of her important things and leaves in the middle of the night, without a word. it hurts. she wanted things to be different, but this is how it has to be for now. for her to get better.

in the decade long space of time that she's been gone, she found her real passion. she wanted to be good at singing and acting because tori was good at those. she realizes now she's just not great at those, and that's okay. what she is good at is martial arts and dancing and stunt work. she's incredible at those. she came back to hollywood arts to become a dance instructor for students there, and thinks maybe she's okay enough to talk to her sister again.

it hurts. tori hurts. she never realized how awful she had been to trina. she thought it was justified, because trina was "annoying" and "talentless" and her parents did it too. she looks back and realizes how much she had hurt trina, and she's horrified. now that they're both away from their parents, they've had the space to heal and move on from that environment.

trina apologizes for leaving without a word, but tori stops her. tori apologizes to her sister, and she means it. that's what trina had wanted to hear for years. they can finally start over, and finally be sisters again. they hug and it's everything trina ever wanted, and everything tori had missed.

does Anybody want to hear my thoughts and headcanons for a victorious reboot

[mephinomaly]

[TL] At your service, Master!

Character(s): Chiaki, Tori

Summary: With Yuzuru away with work, Tori is struggling to look after himself. Luckily, Chiaki is eager to offer his services.

Season: Summer

Location: Studio

Chiaki: (Hm~. It’s time for work, but Himemiya hasn’t shown up yet. Has something troubling happened?)

(...This reminds me of how I used to wait around when I was a part of Rain-bows.)

(But that was because of a lack of communication… Maybe I should double check with the staff just to make sure.)

Tori: Excuse me~! Sorry for being late!

Chiaki: Oh, you’re finally here? I’ve been waiting for you! Himemiya is usually on time, I was worried something had come up.

Tori: Nn~... Something did. In the present tense, I mean.

To be honest, Yuzuru has been away working for a while. Until he comes home, I have to take care of everything myself.

I’ve only just moved into the dorms, and Yuzuru does basically everything for me so I don't know how to do it myself.

If I go home, the servants will take care of it. If everytime Yuzuru is gone I go home, I won’t grow at all.

I don’t know what to do! When I try to iron out the wrinkles in my clothes, the opposite happens and they get creased instead! Why is that?

Uuugh. There’s still 3 more days left. What now…

Chiaki: Fumu, I understand what you’re going through.

If that’s how it is, I’ll stand in for Fushimi…☆

Tori: You? Then, do you have any experience as a servant?

Chiaki: Fuhaha! I have none, of course!

But as a defender of justice, I can’t ignore a person in trouble!

Tori: Huh? Hnn, you said that with confidence, so I’d have high expectations for you~.

Chiaki: No need to worry! Don’t hold back, and leave it to me ☆

Tori: Where is this confidence coming from… Hnng, what should I dooo? I don’t know if I can depend on you, but I can’t do this all alone…

...Fine then. You start tomorrow, ‘kay?

Time: The next morning

Location: Tori and Yuzuru's room

Chiaki: Are you awake, Himemiya? I’m coming in ☆

What a refreshing morning! It’s gonna be a good day!

Tori: Snnrk, snnrk…

Mimimi, mimimi… I can’t eat another bite, Eichi-sama~...♪

Chiaki: Oh. Despite what time he promised he’d be up, he’s still sleeping.

This might be a little painful, but what else can I do… Taaakeee this—!

GooOOOD MORNINNNGGGG ☆

Tori: Hyaaaaah!?

Chiaki: Umu, that worked well! Morning Himemiya ☆

Tori: Uu, I was having a good dream. Lemme sleep some more~...

Chiaki: Don’t hide under the covers. Come out, Himemiya. Getting your body moving will help you wake up!

It’s “Unrivaled ☆ Meteorangers” time[1]! Keep up with me!

Time: 4 minutes and 30 seconds later

Chiaki: …~ ♪

You were able to keep up by copying me! As expected of Himemiya!

Tori: Haa, haa…You made me do the dance for the entire song…

Chiaki: But you’re wide awake now, right? I’m feeling great too ☆

Tori: How are you so lively so early in the morning?

Yeah, I don’t feel like going back to sleep now.

I guess I’ll be grateful. Thank you for waking me up, Morisawa-senpai.

Um, could you leave so I can get changed and wash my face? It’s hard to do that with you watching.

Chiaki: Sure thing! Then, I’ll get started on breakfast!

Location: Kitchen

Chiaki: (White rice, miso soup, some grilled fish…♪)

(Alrightie, this is going good so far! It’s because I happened to find some super-quick recipes for beginners ☆)

(Final part is the tamagoyaki[2]. Now I gotta pour the whisked eggs into the pan…[3])

(Once it’s solidified, I have to roll it up… I have to be careful so I don’t mess up the shape.)

(I think the trick is to not fry it for very long. I’ve got to be quick.)

Tori: …Oh, you’re making Japanese food. Is this the kind of food you like, Morisawa-senpai?

Chiaki: Hello, Himemiya. It’s not about what I like, it’s about what you like.

I’m sure Fushimi makes balanced meals for you, right?

Tori: Uu, yeah that’s true. I want to eat normal food when Yuzuru’s not around.

Chiaki: Fuffuffu. This isn’t all you’ve got, y’know? Open the microwave.

Tori: Microwave?

…Oh, fried potato ♪

Chiaki: It’s hard to say what group potatoes belong to, but these fine vegetables are from the Takamine grocery store.

So these vegetables are super good for you! Make sure you eat them!

Tori: Uwaa ♪. If Yuzuru could see this he’d be frowning, but it doesn’t bother me~.

Chiaki: I’m glad you’re happy. It was worth all this preparation…♪

Speaking of preparation, are you ready to go to school?

Tori: Yup. Because you woke me up, I wasn’t in a hurry.

Chiaki: I see, I see! Don’t forget this as well.

Tori: Nn, you made me a bento? But I was planning on eating in the cafeteria.

I wonder what other things you’ve put in here… Waah.

I know what this is. You’ve made them into cute shapes, right?[4]

Chiaki: Ah. When I was deciding on what sort of bento to make, an old memory came back to me.

When I was a kid, my parents would make this kind of bento for me. It made me really happy, so I thought I’d try to do the same for you.

I haven’t the same skill, and the kinshitamago[5] is burnt, but the fact that it’s misshapen gives it more charm ☆

Tori: ...

…I’m not a kid anymore.

But thank you for doing this for me, Morisawa-senpai.

Chiaki: Fuhaha! Don’t mention it! Eat lots and you’ll get big and strong.

Then, dig in. Since every good day starts with breakfast…☆

like, as in the ryuuseitai song...

japanese rolled omelettes

he’s using a tamagoyakinabi, which is a square pan used specifically to make these egg rolls

he says kyaraben, which is a bento with food decorated to look like cute characters

thin omelette sliced into thin strips

[mikunato]

01 | Songbird next

"Catch me if you can!"

The patches of snow melted under her feet as she struggled to catch up to the ombre haired boy. "Wait for me, Touya!"

Their dynamic was unexplainable but it was theirs to cherish and to despise. It was just how they worked — Touya always being one step ahead and Kotori following behind without any hesitation.

Huffing from the lack of oxygen from all the chasing in the paradise of ice, the curly haired pinkette plopped down on one of the slate covered benches. "You're always going too fast", she glared at the male who simply chuckled like a kid on Christmas eve.

"I'm not fast, you're just too slow", he teased, slumping down beside her as he threw and arm over her shoulder.

Kotori whined, shoving his side repeatedly, "Get off. You're heavy!"

"Rude", the Todoroki stuck a tongue out, already getting himself ready for another round of tag, pulling his best friend up by the hand. "Break time's over! Let's goooo."

"What? Already?" The girl exclaimed, letting herself be dragged towards a circle formed by all the neighborhood kids. The inking on her arms grumbled in protest; unfortunately for her, her body did not heat up nearly as quick as her companion's. "I'll sit this one out."

Coming to a halt, Touya rounded on her. "Nu-uh. You promised, Tori."

The shorter girl sighed, teeth clattering from the lack of mittens and the numerous holes on her sweater from tear and wear. Her family wasn't as well off as others residing in the area and most days it was tough for her mother to put three square meals on the table for the family. They couldn't afford such luxuries, she was told. "But it's so cold."

Peeking over his shoulder as if to make sure they weren't being observed, Touya leaned down to a hunch, prompting her to do the same. "Wanna see something cool?"

Awe sparkling in her ruby eyes, Kotori nodded eagerly. Touya held his hands out and she latched on, not yet knowing what he was up to but putting her trust in him. Soon, a strange warm sensation filled her. It was like one of her mother's home-cooked meals, filled with love and adoration. It made her feel fuzzy all over.

A massive grin threatened to split his face as Touya watched her eyes light up with joy. "Pretty cool, huh?"

Bursting into a fit of giggles, Kotori ignored the 'shh's from him, throwing her arms around his frame in a bear hug. "You got your quirk! Congratulations!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Taken aback by the rebuke, she tilted her head slightly. "Why?"

Pouting, Touya led them towards the recently abandoned swings. "Just because."

It took a moment but realization dawned on her. Squeezing his hand that snugly held hers, she kicked off the ground. "You didn't tell anybody yet, did you?"

His silence was answer enough.

Smiling, Kotori leaned towards his side, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. But Touya, now we can finally train to be pros! Our names will be at the top of Japan's Hero Billboard Chart!"

Catching onto her innuendo, Touya smirked, "Yeah. No. 1 hero Dabi and his sidekick, Saphira."

Kotori glared, "Hey! I'm nobody's sidekick!"

"Well you're still slow, Miss Snorlax!" Touya claimed and took off immediately.

"Get back here!"

[s1ater]

different type of game, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli moskowitz is a popular hockey player, but to reader he was just a boy tory nichols had history with. but eli’s trying to erase that history, and what better way then trying to get with her best friend?

warnings 🚫: mentions of sex, swearing, vulgar language, drinking, tory and reader have a “funny” relationship, no mohawk eli‼️

slater’s note 🗯: i saw a video of hockey jacob, so this kind of inspired this fic. also is it wrong that i lowkey ship tory and hawk?

part one, part two

“hockey boys are fun, always a good fuck.”

“jesus, tory.”

“what?” she out called innocently, leaning back from the boarder separating the two of you from the ice, “it’s true.”

“oh yeah?” you quirked a brow to tory, leaning away from the boarder as well and making your way to the entrance onto the ice.

you really wondered if tory thought about the words that came out of her mouth before they actually came out of her mouth.

the two of you had been watching the high school hockey team practice with the rest of your figure skating team when her words just popped into the air.

“yes.”

“who have you fucked?”

it’s silent, meaning either tory hadn’t followed you onto the ice and didn’t hear you or she was stumped.

she never got stumped, only with you really, and it was because you knew how to contradict her without fear, unlike others who would rather keep their mouths shut then receive a blade to the face from the stupid spike bracelet she kept around her wrist at all times.

you slightly glanced back, trying to see if she was following you, “tory? who’d you fuck?”

the skating rink smelt of sweat and blood, making scrunch up your nose slightly as you got farther to the center. it hadn’t ever mattered how early you got to the rink, it always smelled like that, even before the hockey practices.

“no one.”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, turning the heal off your skate to face her. you knew she was lying then.

“what?”

“tory,” you dumbfounded, “who’d you have sex with?”

it was like she was cowering away from you, as if you were about to hit her or something and you didn’t get it.

“c’mon.”

“fine,” she nipped at her lip, eyes sliding along the ice, “miguel diaz.”

and you almost gasped, eyes widening, “tory,” but you kept it in, your hand reaching for her, almost asking her if she was serious, “no way, the kids a dork.”

“shut up, no he’s not.”

“yes he is!” you almost laughed, “he’s friends with those other dweebs, y’know? the lip kid and uh-“

“demetri?”

“yes!”

“y/n, you’re stupid,” it was her turn dead stare you in the eyes with a disappointed glare in her irises, “that was freshman year, two years ago, a lot happens in two years- god haven’t you ever seen eli shotgun? he does it at almost every party.”

“eli?”

“lip kid.”

“oh.. huh?”

tory rolled her eyes as if she was done with your shit, “he has the rough red hair, almost looks pink... uh, hot, number 20 on the hockey-“

you gasped, it all suddenly clicking in your head, “that’s him?”

“yes, that’s him.”

tory looked at you as if you were stupid, her face blank but harsh, it almost made you laugh, but you held it in, allowing a small snide smile slide across your lips, “how was he?”

“miguel?”

“no, eli,” you rolled your eyes, “yes, tory, the one you had sex with.”

“oh...” her teeth sunk into her bottom lip once again. her cool and rude exterior seemed to have disappeared real quick in replace of nervousness, “what if i told you i fucked the both of them?”

°•

it was a late friday night, ten minutes after practice when you felt rushed by tory’s phone call.

“y/n, where are you?”

“tory, where are you?” you were struggling with the phone pressed up to your ear as you tried your best to pull off skates and balance yourself up.

it was nine thirty at night, practice had just gotten over and there was no sign of tory at all throughout the night.

it always seemed as though tory was a slacker, didn’t show up for school, but always showed up to figure skating practice. she always said it was her ticket to a better life, especially with finals coming up. so it was weird for her to ditch out.

“y/n, it’s larusso’s party tonight, it started half an hour ago,” you could hear an annoyance in her tone, “you said you would meet me here.”

you closed your eyes tightly, it suddenly all coming back to you. you had promised her to be her safety buddy for the night just in case any weirdos came around harassing up on her.

“fuck, tory, i forgot,” you lightly slapped your forehead as if scolding yourself, sitting down in one of the arena seats, “i’ll be there soon, practice just ended.”

“you better be,” her voice erupted through your phone speaker, “i’ve been talking to stingray for the half hour, i’m gonna shoot myself before i have another drink.”

you rolled your eyes at the exaggeration that came from her mouth, “shut up.”

and you hung up the phone.

°•

you squinted up at the large larusso home. everyone knew daniel larusso as the ex-hockey-player-valley-championship-winner-now-super-rich-car-salesman. the people of LA worshiped the man.

trekking up the front lawn you could already smell the booze that was practically leaking past the front door.

“finally, you made it,” tory’s arm slung over your shoulder the moment you walked in, her hand shoving a red solo cup in your own, “drink up, long night ahead.”

you narrowed your brows, looking to her a bit confused at her tense posture. she should have been loosened up more, especially with how much alcohol she probably drunk.

“you alright?” you quirked a brow while taking a drink of the sour tasting liquid that you found hard forcing down your throat.

you winced, slightly tilting your head before throwing back some more into your mouth.

“nothing, just kinda... bored.”

“shut up, no you’re not.”

“can we go sit down?”

she was moving before you could say ‘yes’ and moving pretty fast as she swerved herself around the clumps of people littering the living room.

she sat down on a couch in the corner, her hands sitting gently on her lap making your brows close in on each other even more. it didn’t make sense as to why she was being so... awkward.

it was like her heart was racing and her eyes were moving fast, looking from one place to another, like she was paranoid, looking for someone.

“tory, are you on drugs?” you asked, placing your hand close to her as you took a seat next to her on the nice leather couch.

you could barely see her face by the way the only thing illuminating her features were the cheap tacky disco lights set in all the corners of the room.

“no, y/n,” she shook her head, eyes squinting slightly, “fuck you, no, i just need something to drink.”

“water?”

“sure.”

“okay,” you nodded slightly, leaning away from her and standing up, “i’ll get you some.”

she stayed silent, not even watching you walk away but her attention being drawn toward the group of kids beginning to dance in the center of the room.

it was unsettling seeing her so on edge, so strange, it made you uncomfortable due to tory being the usual life of a party. it was so unlike her.

you grabbed one of the solo cups stacked on the counter, biting on your lip as you thought more and more about why tory would be in the mood that she was in.

you couldn’t think of anything as you leaned up on the counter, your hand reaching for the ice as you shoveled it into the red plastic cup.

maybe she was mad you were late or maybe something had happened to her while you were at practice or maybe-

“you’re tory’s friend, right?”

you looked up, pausing your actions of pouring ice into the cup. your eyes met a pair of blue ones, studying you.

“uh, yeah,” your eyebrows were furrowed again, slightly confused as to who you were looking at...

red hair, rough red hair fading into pink...

eli.

your face dropped from its confusion and you were then trying your best to bite back a wave of amusement that begun filling your stomach.

“you’re on the figure skating team too, aren’t you.”

“yeah, are you?”

he scoffed, slight amused taking a drink of the solo cup he held in his hand, “no, hockey team. don’t think i’m nimble enough to do figure skating.”

your eyes raked his body, “hm, i think you could probably pull it off.”

you now leaned away from the counter, sliding further down to the other side where the bottle of waters were. eli followed you slightly on the other end of the marble counter.

“you’re flattering, really.”

“i try to be,” you begun dumping the contents of one of bottles you picked up into the cup, your eyes not meeting his but rather focused on what you were doing.

“y/n? that’s your name, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” you still didn’t look up, not really interested in the fact that he knew your name.

“not hard to know about something when you really wanna know about it.”

you looked up then, watching him drink the contents of his drink as he slightly analyzed you, wanting to see your reaction.

“you’re funny...” you mumbled, as if what he said was a joke, but you knew it was a joke, you were just confused, your eyebrows slightly raised.

“thanks.”

you didn’t know what to say, but you really wanted to say something as you stared at him and he stared back, waiting.

you didn’t know what to say.

and you wanted to think that he didn’t know what to say either but you knew better than to think that a boy like him didn’t have a million things to say, all things that could stump you even more, make you flustered, make you embarrassed, make you red in the cheeks. 

a million things to say, but yet he stood silent, as if waiting for you to say the first words to allow him to pounce. 

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looking at me-- miguel diaz imagine

miguel diaz x fem!reader

miguel is completely in awe of the best student in cobra kai and the only people who haven’t cottoned on are her and sensei lawrence, requested by @timmytimmytimtimm

The clock had just struck five as Miguel glanced down at his watch. He stood alongside Hawk, Aisha and Tory, waiting for Sensei Lawrence to show up for their training session, discussing who would be able to destroy who in a fight (Hawk was adamant that he would win; the girls begged to differ). Miguel, however, wasn’t really engaged in the conversation. His mind was elsewhere, and Tory could tell. “Oi, Diaz,” The girl called, throwing a playful punch at Miguel’s arm which he took with an eye roll and a slight smile. “What’re you thinking about?” “Oh, nothing-” The brown haired boy started before Hawk cut him off by placing a hand to his chest. “Quit lying, Diaz. We all know you’re thinking about Y/N.”

“Y/N?” Tory exclaimed, a joyous gleam on her face. Y/N was one of the few girls at Cobra Kai, and admittedly one of the best fighters on the team. Also admittedly, Miguel’s crush. “I am not thinking about Y/N,” Miguel insisted, though his burning cheeks said otherwise. “Sure you’re not,” Hawk hummed with a grin, causing the brown eyed boy to roll his eyes. “Speak of the devil,” Aisha chimed in as she sighted the h/c from across the parking lot. The girl was dressed in her typical white gi, the brown belt strapped around her waist. Y/N was the highest graded student in Cobra Kai, alongside Hawk and Miguel who were also brown belts, but she was by far the most advanced (a fact Hawk profusely denied).

“Hi, guys,” Y/N smiled, her e/c eyes sparkling in the hot sun shining down on the Valley. “Nothing-” Miguel started before he was cut off by Hawk. “We were just talking about who would win in a fight between you and Miguel.” “No we weren’t-” Miguel attempted to correct, confused, but he just earned himself an elbow to the side from Tory. “My bets are on you,” The blonde girl told Y/N with a wink. “Hawk here said Miguel would beat you.” “Yeah, right,” The h/c disagreed, shoving at the red haired boy’s shoulder. Y/N was believing every word the two Cobras said, whereas Miguel was still beyond confused. “Go with it,” Aisha insisted as Sensei Lawrence arrived and the students began to file into the dojo.

Training had begun, and the Cobras were warming up. Miguel stood one row from the back, with Y/N not far in front of him. He tried to keep his eyes forward, but they kept drifting across the mirror on the front wall so that he was watching her. Watching the h/c train was mesmerising. All her moves were beautifully sequenced and flowed perfectly, showing strength and agility. Before Y/N, Miguel had never realised how entrancing fighting could actually be. Maybe it wasn’t the karate; maybe it was just Y/N. As he kept working through the techniques, his focus entirely on the girl, her e/c eyes shifted slightly to meet his brown ones. Miguel blushed as she smirked at him, not faltering in her movement. He smiled back at her softly, not wanting to draw the attention of Sensei to the exchange, and she grinned back, her own cheeks dusted pink, but she played it off far better than he did.

Whilst Sensei didn’t notice the teens smiling at each other, Tory sure did. When Miguel caught her eyes in the mirror, he looked to his left and saw her wink, before she twisted behind her to whisper to Hawk. Miguel’s brown eyes widened at the thought of what his two friends could be discussing, but he didn’t have to wonder for too long. After warming up, Sensei Lawrence got his students to stand around the mat for sparring practise. “Alright,” Sensei yelled in his overly aggressive manner. “Who wants to spar first?” One of the kids went to step forwards, but Hawk cut him off. “Sensei,” He grinned, nodding with his chin. “Me, Tory and Aisha have a bet. We want to see Miguel and Y/N fight.” At the boy’s words, Sensei’s harsh face fell into a grin. “I’ll never pass up on a bet. Diaz, Y/L/N, on the mat.” Miguel sighed, throwing a scowl to his friends who chuckled like little kids, before stepping onto the mat. Y/N cocked her eyebrows, looking from Miguel, to Sensei, to the others, before hopping onto the mat herself.

“I hope you’re prepared to lose a bet, Hawk,” The h/c haired girl smirked, raising her fists and getting into her stance. “And, you, Diaz,” She added, her e/c eyes locking with his, “You just better be prepared to lose.” “Wow, this is gonna be interesting,” Johnny said to Hawk, his eyebrows raised before stepping onto the edge of the mat. “Okay, bow towards me-” They both did, “-Bow towards each other-” They did, Miguel blushing as Y/N smirked at him. “And fight!” Sensei finished, and so the teens did. Y/N made the first move, stepping forwards and throwing a kick to Miguel’s side which he only just managed to block. The brown haired boy made a mental note to kill Hawk, Aisha and Tory; normally he was an incredible fighter, but something about the girl just left him so distracted. Y/N threw a roundhouse punch to his head and Miguel only just managed to block, earning a smirk from the girl. “Close call, Diaz,” Y/N whispered, stepping inside his guard, and at this short of a distance, the boy couldn’t hide his blush.

Side stepping, Miguel went to launch a powerful kick at the h/c’s head, but she blocked it with a huff. He went to repeat the same kick-- his own mistake, he telegraphed far too much and it was such a predictable move-- and Y/N caught his leg under her arm. In an instant, the girl had flicked Miguel onto his back, still holding his leg in the air. He hit the ground with a thud, knocking the air from his lungs, and before he could comprehend the situation, Y/N’s knees were either side of his chest as she straddled him.

Tory and Hawk jeered at the edge of the at, which seemed strange to the girl since Hawk had supposedly bet against him, but she let it slide. As her e/c eyes bore into Miguel from where she hovered above him, a strand of her h/c hair fell into her face. Miguel reached up to swipe it to one side for her, before his hands were forced down onto the mat. Y/N grinned down at him smugly. “I guess Tory won the bet,” She spoke, glancing up at where the other Cobra Kais were giggling like little kids at the scene. “What bet?” Hawk laughed, causing the girl to look at him with puzzled eyes. Apparently Sensei was still piecing the scenario together, too, and it took him a moment longer. However, the realisation did hit when he blurted out; “Oh, you wanted Y/N and Diaz to fight because he likes her. I get it.”

As the other students cracked up at this, Miguel’s face ignited. He struggled for something to say, still flustered from being in the pin, until Y/N leaned down and whispered something in his ear, her soft hair brushing against his cheek. “Guess that’s why you keep looking at me, huh?”

[valley-of-the-lost]

OKAY FINAL CONSENSUS

Pros

- Songs are a bop. I WILL be looping that soundtrack please and thank you.

- Closed the classism plot better with Tori showing she was taking more direct, widespread action like putting systems in place to prevent the root issue (the drought) from happening again and implementing a social services program to further help.

- Tori and Kiera have a lot more interaction and gay chemistry. The plot setup just lends itself better to this, also yes Kiera did announce her engagement to Tori up on that stage and you can’t change my mind.

- Pets weren’t too annoying... mostly.

Cons (this is what y’all were waiting for huh)

- Augh... to be honest I think this movie is a demonstration that the people who made it didn’t understand what appealed to people about the original Princess and the Pauper. Which is obviously fine if it wasn’t trying so hard to ride off of it. Like sure, it’s trying to be the Princess and the Pauper for a new generation but the fact that it’s toting itself as that means its also trying to appeal to some extent to the ones who loved the original and ehhh it kinda fucked up in that regard.

Making the two leads both part of the 1% was the first mistake. First of all, that decision didn’t age well at all. Second of all, it kinda diminishes the point of them switching in the first place in a meta sense?? because it’s so the rich one can realize the class disparity by actually living as one in poverty. Tori literally stumbled across the poverty of her kingdom by accident, and she didn’t really reflect on learning anything by having to maintain an actual job for once as Kiera. Third of all in my opinion it makes them too similar in position. Really the only difference between Tori and Kiera is that one has an actual job.

Second mistake, Tori and Kiera really don’t embody the characteristics Princess and the Pauper fans found admirable in the original movie’s leads. Which, again, is fine if they want to tackle something different, but if they had it would show understanding of the original movie and what appealed to the audience.

Annelise and Erika are both admired for their mature resolve. “Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret”. They understand their responsibilities and what is riding on them and are ready to take appropriate action to see them through at personal cost to themselves.

Tori and Kiera in comparison are like the immature little sisters, Tori at least is approaching from the opposite angle developmentally where she has to go from immaturity to maturity and come to learn her responsibilities, which might’ve caused some whiplash in og Princess and the Pauper fans. Kiera is... well. Let’s just say she got did SUPER dirty in this movie and leave the details for the next bullet point.

- This is kinda a subpoint of Kiera and Tori being in too similar positions of class, but I literally don’t see why Kiera can’t solve her own problem, take all her money and strike out as an independent artist. We aren’t really presented a reason why she feels so chained to her job, like is someone else depending on the money she rakes in or something? Also with the increasing accessibility of tools and platforms for artists to be independent it makes her struggle more... stagnant? is that the right word?

Also I swear to god I thought the ending of the movie was that Kiera was fired from her job and starts playing independently at cafes. Apparently I jedi mind tricked myself or something but in my opinion that would’ve been a better ending for her. It’s at least a change and forces her to take more time for herself, and she’d probably be fine financially since she’s not exactly a pauper as a popstar.

- I thought the problem of the story being unbalanced was going to get resolved later on but no, if anything it kinda gets worse. Tori gets the lion’s share of development. In the beginning it’s established that she has problems taking responsibility/doesn’t see why she has to take responsibility, has a major revelation pertaining to that when she realizes that being so irresponsible played into being ignorant of the plight of her people, and then later addresses that by putting infrastructure in place to prevent a repeat of the drought and programs to address the problems the drought caused.

In comparison, Kiera’s conflict is established as feeling overworked/too busy to the point where she has lost time and pleasure for her own hobbies. It’s kinda implied she’s burnt out but any simple but meaningful exploration of this falls flat as soon as she and Tori switch places. In her parallel scene to Tori’s revelation about Meribella’s plight, she gets inspired to come up with song lyrics again... and this is about as far as her half of the story goes. She doesn’t meaningfully reflect on this in any shape or form so her whole initial conflict literally dies in the water, there’s no major revelation for her to parallel Tori’s. What makes matters worse is that this has no resolution. The movie ends with the dual concert (at least my version does). Kiera presumably goes back to her status quo as an overworked popstar and nothing changes. This is not an arc, this is a flat line.

Which is a real fucking damn shame because in my HUMBLE opinion she’s the most interesting character of the two, esp if you parse apart her section of “To Be a Princess/To Be a Popstar”.  Like come on. “No time for friends except for your dog and your guitar”? “Love every fan no matter how bizarre they are”? “To be a popstar is to never act your age”??? Guys she’s one half of the leading main couple you can’t just leave her storyline out to dry like this.

- The villain he... sorry he’s no Preminger. man needs a therapist for his chipmunk PTSD is all I’ll say.

- The prince literally adds nothing, just cut him out of the story already. Also his face looks weird.

- (edit) I forgot this part: It has the same problem as Princess and the Pauper where the royal family is still in charge except kinda worse because in this movie its implied the royal family willfully turned a blind eye to the suffering brought by the drought and pretended it didn’t exist as opposed to addressing it. Victoria may have the interests of the people in mind but there’s no guarantee her descendants will, they’re still under the whims of the royal family.

And... yeah thats it. Almost decent but they literally didn’t follow through with an arc with one half of their leading couple. That kinda impacts the movie a lot, jussayin. Goodnight, next time we might do Mariposa.

[glenncoco4]

A/N: Short little fic set sometime before Sunday.

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She leans back against the couch, watching TV but not really watching it. Her focus is somewhere else. Preparing herself to get up, her phone rings. A smile appears on her face at the sight of their photo displayed. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey. You having a bad day?” His voice is soft, knowing her answer even before she responds.

She wants so badly to tell him, to let him know what’s going on inside her head but he needs to keep his focus on the academy right now. “No, I’m fine.”

“Kens, you just ate a whole pizza.”

“How do you-“ She rolls her eyes, when immediately realizes the answer. “Where are they?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Where are the cameras?”

“Every entry way and room...other than the bedrooms and bathrooms of course. Actually that’s not true. I had Eric install one in what will eventually be the baby room. And a few outside.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I like watching you.” It’s meant to be more flirty than creepy but it doesn’t come out that way.

Her eyes go wide, shaking her head. When will he ever learn? “Okay, that’s really creepy, babe.”

He smiles, just picturing her face right now. Taking a deep breath, he sobers thinking about all the things that could possibly happen to her while he’s gone. “I just wanted to make sure that I could keep an eye on things.”

“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, believe you me. This is just for my peace of mind.”

This is one thing she knows she has to give on, he’s been beside himself ever since Kessler’s release and she can’t blame him, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve done the same thing. “Fine. If you want any hacker to be able to watch me walk around the house naked then that’s on you.”

He clears his throat at the image she just put in the front of his mind. “Baby, don’t you know?”

“Not unless you tell me.”

“You married a smart man. The system is a closed circuit. No hackers. No pervs.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Hey, I see you naked all the time. In fact if I close my eyes...oooh, yeah, there it is.”

She can feel the blush rise to her cheeks and the heat begin to pool low in her belly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you still love me.”

“I do.” Trying to not dwell on the fact that he’s not with her right now, Kensi quickly changes the subject. “How was your afternoon training?”

“It was good. I think I may be able to take Sam out now.”

“That confident, huh?”

“Yeah, I also figured out what these struggling gen-zers do while they try to find jobs and aren’t on TikTok.”

“What’s that?”

“They workout. I mean like all the time, babe. I’m pretty sure they’re planning to take over or something.”

She huffs a laugh just picturing her husband having his own little competition with 20 year olds. Her hand finds the fabric of his spot on the couch as her mind drifts to their usual end of the day routine, curled up on the couch together.

Having spent almost every day with her for the past eleven years, Deeks can tell his wife’s mind has wandered just by how much she’s trying to control the conversation and then her sudden silence. “Now you. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She thinks about changing the subject again but it’s really no use, he’s going to get it out of her eventually, whether it be right not or an hour from now. “I just really miss my partner.”

“I miss you too, baby.”

“Have we really become one of those couples that can’t spend more than a few days apart?”

“Considering I’ve only been gone for four days and we’ve talked on the phone at least 20 times since then, I’d say so.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He knows he’s got an early day tomorrow but the thought of falling asleep to her voice sounds quite nice. “So how’s our boy?”

“He’s been laying around, listening to Tori Amos.”

“That sounds vaguely familiar. We gotta get that guy a girlfriend.”

“Hey.”

“Or boyfriend.”

They had moved into their house a few days before he had to leave for South Carolina and hadn’t really gotten to know their neighbors yet but she’s taken Monty for a few walks around the block and is reminded of when they got back home after their walk yesterday afternoon. “He has been eyeing that poodle across the street.”

[cauqhtz]

BEHIND THE SCENES | 04

Beck played in Mel's gushing heat watching how she flinched away from his touch; he smirked at how sensitive she was.

Bech had been punishing her for a couple of hours now, they had school in a couple of hours. He just couldn't help himself.

"C'mon teddybear, you know how much I hate to punish you but how are you supposed to know right from wrong?" Beck drawls popping her thigh loving to hear her squeak.

Beck knew Mel loved to be punished, it's the reason why she misbehaved so much. He didn't have any problems with punishing her either.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Mel whines her legs shaking at how Beck pushed into her without warning.

"You're sorry? Why are you sorry, huh?" Beck mumbles pressing at the middle of her back seeing as her arch wasn't deep enough.

"I'm sorry for embarrassing Tori at school!" Mel whines as Beck restrained one of her arms giving him better access.

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me, Teddy bear. I want you to apologize to her tomorrow without an attitude," Beck demanded.

"I- what?! you want me to-" Mel started only to be cut off with Beck slamming into her roughly beating her already swollen heat up, "O- okay okay- I'll ap- apologize! Please!"

Beck continued his pace until she came around him to which he slowed his pace pressing small kisses to her spine watching as she relaxed under him.

Mel though worn out could feel herself getting horny all over again to which Beck picked up on immediately but decided to ignore since they had school in four hours.

She could go for another round or two, and she always got what she wanted. Purr.

"You've been such a good girl, look at this you've made a mess," Beck tsked motioning to the large wet spot on the sheets, to which Mel looked away embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed princess," Beck mumbled pecking her forehead before going to go the bathroom only to be stopped by Mel's loud whine.

Beck spun around looking at the sight before him, Mel had sat up on her knees and was reaching out to him with a small pout.

Beck knew if he were to give in they would be late to school... He'd take those odds.

"I give in, princess. Now open wide."

Andre and Lani had also been going at it for hours, the thought of school not on their minds as of right now.

Lani was in the middle of the bed in doggy with her legs spread as she held herself wide open knowing it wouldn't end well for her or fat ma if she didn't.

"Mhm keep it open, princess. That's how I like it. Mhm," Andre hummed watching as Lani struggled to keep her heat open with how Andre was pushing himself all the way inside of her at a slow pace.

She was feeling every inch and she was loving it.

"Ouu shit- Dre I-," Lani shook dropping her form as she gushed as her orgasm hit her harder than she expected. Mistakenly breaking Andre's rules in the process.

He set me up.

Andre tsked sliding out ignoring Lani's wince' before snatching her up switching her in a different position that both Mel and Lani hated since it left them so vulnerable.

"Daddy I-" Lani tried only to get cut off with Andre shoving his piece down her throat trying not to groan at how she swallowed around him.

"Shut up and take this dick," Andre mumbled knowing she would try to talk her way out of it by trying to pull the 'daddy' card.

Andre pressed against his thumb against his print that bulged from her neck, before pulling out as Lani patted his thigh.

As soon as Lani caught some air he shoved himself back down her throat groaning loudly at how she swallowed around his piece repeatedly.

"Stop trying to swallow me, Lani," Andre mumbled causing a warm feeling to spread across Lani's chest knowing that she was making the love of her life feel good.

Andre wrenched himself in and out of Lani's throat until he came down her throat not giving her a choice but to swallow.

"Good girl, you took all of me in without tapping out. I'm proud of you princess," Andre praised making Lani cheese before dosing off to which he picked her up and walked her towards the bathroom where he spent a couple of hours taking care of his babygirl.