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skate rat!hinata shoyo x miya!reader | w.c 6.1k

a/n: ok just to straighten out the timeline that i didn’t wanna dwell on in the actual fic. the events of show/tell/make me all happened the year before aka readers first year of university. this fic takes place the second year (summer between second and third year of uni to be exact). btw while u don’t have to read the other fics it’ll deffo make more sense if u do!!

— 18+ dark content minors dni —

warnings: (past) incest, public sex, manipulation, gaslighting, male posturing, toxic behavior, blackmail, noncon leaking of nudes/sex tape, dubcon filming (bordering on noncon)

show me | tell me | make me

“No Shoyo, I’m serious, best behavior okay? I’ve never brought anyone home before and-”

“Your brothers are overprotective, I know babe, don’t worry about it. Really, I’ll be charming as all hell.” He’s doing that grin, all wide and shiny that dashes away at every concern. The one that put you completely under his spell, that keeps you coming back for more.

The two of you had only solidified your relationship three and a half odd months ago but you can’t help but feel yourself falling deeper and deeper each day.

Some part of you thinks it’s silly, reckless, that there’s no way the campus loudmouth and skate rat could be this sweet and have you completely enamored. But he treats you so well, he had even asked you out with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, something you had mentioned once during one of your smoke – and more often than not hookup – sessions.

It’s so wildly different from Kita and his games, from the taboo of your brothers and the utter confusion and complication that’s innate with Suna. Shoyo’s different, you know he is.

“Okay but they’re also really competitive and when they find out you skate it’s gonna be a whole thing but like, just ignore them. For me and my sanity, please.” You wrap yourself around his arm, jutting out your bottom lip. With a smirk he flicks at it before pressing his lips against yours, untangling himself from your hold to squeeze his arms around your waist.

A squeal escapes from you as he lifts you off the ground and spins, his balance dangerously off kilter and quickly sending you two tumbling off the cement pathway through campus and into a patch of grass.

“You know I can’t say no to some healthy competition, but I can promise to win in your honor.” He cages you in, peppering more kisses along your cheeks spurring a rather embarrassing fit of giggles to burst from your lips.

“Hey dumbass! Enough with the public fucking.” Your sappy lover’s bliss quickly kicked aside as you lift your head to look over his shoulder to see Kageyama and Tsukishima giving a rather unimpressed and borderline repulsed look.

“Don’t you both have class?” You huff as Hinata rolls off of you, helping to drag you up off the ground and ever the gentleman, begins brushing dried grass off of you.

“Tch.” Tsukishima clicks his tongue. “Skipping, we’re gonna go skate downtown. You coming, idiot?” Neither of his friends bother to spare you a second glance or even a hello, and honestly you’re more than used to it, rolling your eyes and attaching yourself to Hinata’s side.

“We’re going to the library, you two should try it sometime.” You can’t help but stick your tongue out at the pair, your heart swelling at the way it earns you a fond chuckle from Hinata.

The comment earns you a dismissive look from Tsukishima and once again, nothing from Kageyama. And to your disappointment you notice an apologetic look across your boyfriend’s face as he meets your gaze.

“Library another day? You know I can’t skip out on the sesh babe, I’ll make it up to you, ‘kay?” He turns to face you properly and brushes a kiss to your temple, “And besides, I’ll be over tonight anyway, leave your window open.”

With one last sigh and peck to his cheek, you watch your boyfriend run off with his friends. There’s a flash of a memory that bites at the back of your mind, your brothers, Suna, Kita, all of them would disappear at a moment's notice. All of them having ditched you for the sesh.

But again you remind yourself Shoyo is different. He’s better than them. So you resign yourself to a soft sigh as you wave the three of them off and make your way alone to the library.

“So you’re staying for the first two weeks, my parents already know. They actually gave their blessing for you to stay in my room. I guess they figured we wouldn’t try anything with my brothers being like…right down the hall.”

He pulls you closer against his bare chest, the two of you squished together in your full sized bed. Thanking God (and your parents) for making it so you landed a single room campus apartment.

“Jokes on them.” He smirks as he traces his fingers against your lower back, random shapes that send shivers up your spine. “I don’t care.”

“How many times do we have to have the ‘you need to behave’ talk?”

“As much as you want I love when you boss me around, it’s sexy.” He whispers against your cheek, rolling his hips into yours and dragging a choked moan out of you.

“Mm Sho, not yet I’m still recovering from going two rounds in a row.” You plant your hands against his chest as if to stop him but there’s no real force. He’s impossible to say no to.

“What if I go nice and slow?”

“I don’t think slow is really in your vocabulary.”

“I can give it a try. C’mon baby, you know you wanna.” He goads, there’s a part of you that’s too exhausted and too sensitive.

The overstimulation of another round so soon would just be more pain than pleasure. But the need to please him sings in the back of your mind, maybe it won’t be too bad. You’d do just about anything for him after all.

bzzt bzzt

“Shit my phone, pass it over.”

And of course Shoyo instead occupies himself by scraping his teeth over your throat rather than making any sort of attempt to hand over your phone.

“What if I choose to fuck you instead?” Pairing the ever tempting question with one of his hands wandering south.

“Then no head for a week.” He makes a wounded puppy noise and pouts waiting for you to give in, and fuck of course there’s a part of you that’s painfully close to giving in to his desires. Besides, it’s an empty threat.

bzzt bzzt

You poke a finger into his side, spurring a small yelp to escape from him.

“Damn.” He relents finally, placing your phone in your hand.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck does Mom mean you’re bringing home a guy?” You wince at the combination of the venom dripping from his voice and the sheer volume that tears through your phone speaker.

“Hello to you too Tsumu-nii.” Sighing and making a point to roll your eyes dramatically, earning a wide grin from Shoyo.

“Don’t fuck around, since when did you have a boyfriend?” Maybe last year, when you were still so vulnerable and lost. You would’ve folded in two at how angry he is. Maybe even broken up with Shoyo solely because you didn’t want to upset either of your brothers.

But after a whole summer at home, dotted with random hookups with a handful of strangers and a few too many with Kita and occasionally Suna.

Then being thrusted back into university with all that experience and just enough of the ability to think for yourself. You’d grown a bit more into your own, needing a lot less of your brother's approval.

“Since, hm, about three months ago? Almost four. Samu-nii knew.” He didn’t, not really. It’d been when you and Shoyo had been more so hooking up randomly than actually having an established relationship.

And you had lightly glossed over having met someone to your other brother. Who’s irritation was far more subtle than Atsumus' out right cursing and screaming.

“So why the fuck am I just finding out?” His tone a touch whiny, slightly hurt and mainly pissed off.

“Because you would’ve probably threatened to take a train over here and tried to beat him up for no reason?”

“…” You can practically hear him thinking, or more likely hear him putting together some demeaning comment.

“Hit the nail on the head huh?” You roll your eyes for the umpteenth time.

“You’re not bringing him into our fucking house and he’s especially not sleeping in your room.” He seethes, deciding to ignore your statement completely.

It causes a ripe irritation to prickle at the back of your mind, to tighten your chest with a rage that seems to be exclusive to your brothers and their friends.

There’s a part of you that wants to bite back at him, truly show him how much you’ve finally grown. How much you don’t need him coddling and helicoptering your life. But the moonlight is catching in Shoyo’s eyes so perfectly, and you wouldn’t dare miss this opportunity to swoon over the man.

“Ah sorry niichan it’s getting late I’ll see you Sunday!” And with that you end the call, cutting off Atsumu before he can utter another word and toss your phone to the side.

“Wow.” Shoyo whistles, pulling you against his chest once more.

“I told you, overprotective, and now he’s extra mad ugh. Again Sho, best of the best behavior.” Your words are muffled against his chest, and you know the both of you are sick of hearing from and about your brothers.

“So…I can’t eat you out on your dining room table?”

“…Not if someone’s home.”

“And what about right now?”

“I mean…” He really is impossible to say no to.

“So where’s this boyfriend?” Osamu breaks the silence. The three of you had been stationed at the dining room table folding laundry at your mothers behest. You had decidedly taken a momentary vow of silence, too nervous and still annoyed at them to say anything.

“He’s coming on Tuesday. He had assignments to finish up.” You mumble, trying to focus on neatly folding towels.

“Yeah? Or maybe you lied, wanted to get a rise out of us. Is that it little one? Missed your niichans’ attention so much you had to make up a fake boyfriend?” He’s moving in closer, and faster than you had thought when you turn your head and come face to face with his broad chest

“Atsumu.” You try to shoulder past him, a futile attempt truly.

“Don’t brush me off. And show some respect, is that how you’re supposed to address me?” He bites out, you try your best not to flinch or shrink into yourself. But his gaze is icy, sending a harsh chill through your body.

Yet by a true stroke of luck, your phone begins ringing, with Shoyo’s ringtone that he personally had chosen.

“Oh, gotta take that.” You manage to slip past him this time, snatching your phone off the counter and beelining to your room. Ignoring how Osamu immediately starts a fight with Atsumu and yells after you about finishing the laundry.

“Shoyo?”

“Guess who finished up early and is heading towards the train station as we speak?” Relief, excitement and something too damn close to love bubbles up in your throat.

“Oh my god for real? What time are you gonna get here?” You’re wondering if heading to the station early would make you seem desperate, another part of you considering stopping by a cafe or something to pick up a snack for Shoyo.

“I’ll be there in about two and a half hours, think you can survive that long without me?”

“I’ll try…” You pick at a stray thread on your comforter. “I miss you.”

“Me or my tongue?”

“You- Shoyo! No dirty talk while I’m in my childhood bed.” Which is a far step into hypocrisy on your part, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’m gonna be fucking you into that bed in a few hours so you’re gonna have to get over the dirty talk quick.” His voice lowers, triggering an ache deep in your belly.

“I’m hanging up. Text me when you’re like twenty minutes out, I’ll meet you at the train station. My brothers are already driving me fuckin’ crazy.”

“Yeah, siblings are like that.” He hums, so sweet and sympathetic. You can't help but scoff at that one. Because you and the twins from hell are very different from any normal set of siblings. “I’ll see you soon though baby.”

“Bye Sho.”

But now you have Shoyo, and you’ll fight tooth and nail for this speck of normalcy. It can’t be cowardly if almost everything that happened in the past should’ve never happened at all.

You hide in your room with the door locked and music blasting until the text you’ve been anxiously waiting for finally pops up on your phone.

Fell asleep, 10 mins away ;)

It takes only a few seconds for you to plan your escape route, dashing out of your room and past the living room where Atsumu, Osamu and the rest of their friends – including Kita and Suna – have settled no doubt for the rest of the night.

You hear someone call out your name as you throw open the front door, grabbing one of your brothers’ spare boards scattered on your porch.

It was far faster than walking and a lot less of a hassle than running to the train station. Even though you had vehemently denied to Shoyo that you could even stand on a skateboard in the first place.

You just didn’t wanna be called a poser by the campus skate rats or namely, Shoyo’s friend group.

That familiar mop of orange hair catches your attention immediately as you swerve through the crowd, stopping just before him and throwing yourself into his arms. Thankful that he catches you so easily.

“Baby you said you didn’t skate!” His eyes are lit up, shining so gleefully and it makes your heart melt into a pitiful puddle, cursing your past self for lying to him.

“I mean, I can't do any tricks or whatever but I can get from point A to point B.” You cup his face in your hands and peck his lips, smiling sweetly back at him.

Before you can move away he catches your hips with a firm grip, smashing his lips against yours, a shameless display of public affection. Something you’ve grown happily accustomed to because of him.

“Shit I know what we’ll be doing for the rest of summer then.” His voice lowers, eyes flooding with an insatiable hunger that you’ve missed in the less than a few days apart. “Besides all the fucking.”

“You’re relentless.” You gasp, a faux scandalized lilt in your words.

“I just love your pussy.”

“We’re in public!” Your hands fly up to cover his mouth, squealing when he laps his tongue across your palm. Giggling you wipe your hand across his shirt and intertwine your fingers with his as you pick up the board. “Let’s walk, more time together, less time with my brother and his friends.”

“You really don’t like ‘em huh?”

It’s not a matter of dislike, it never was. It’d be a gross oversimplification of a tumultuous situation. But it’s easier for Shoyo to think that’s what’s going on, safer.

“They’re just too much, and loud.” That much is true.

“I’m ‘too much’ and loud.”

“Yeah but you’re cute.” Emphasizing the statement with a playful nudge of your shoulder.

“Glad to be your favorite skater.”

“Don’t tell any of them that. They might riot.” And by they you mean Atsumu, while the others will throw you and your boyfriend scathing looks and disparaging comments.

The walk back is filled with mindless chatter, most of it is Shoyo telling you all about the Sunday you were gone, and how he and Kageyama got into a fist fight over some sweet bread but obviously he had won without a single scratch.

At first you didn’t care much for his tendency to get into physical fights with his friends, but after witnessing one you realized it was more about screwing around than anything else. Nowadays it was funny to hear about and funnier to witness.

It’s bliss to be lost in conversation with Shoyo, heartwarming, unadulterated bliss. You could almost forget about how the two of you are walking into trouble, almost.

“So. This is the rumored boyfriend.”

And fuck if it isn’t one of the worst ones to greet you two first. Though you doubt there was really a good, let alone, decent choice.

“Suna Rintarou.” He states, his usual bored tone and expression, eyes narrowing as he stares down Shoyo.

“Hey! Hinata Shoyo!” Your boyfriend beams back, immune to icy, disdain ridden stares courtesy of Kageyama and Tsukishima.

“Are you leaving?” And maybe you sound a bit too hopeful if the twitch in Suna’s eye is anything to go by.

“Nah out here for a smoke.” He holds up the unlit joint between his fingers. “Wanna hit?”

He doesn’t have the decency to even look you in the eyes, blatantly dragging his gaze up and down your figure before settling at your chest. You feel Shoyo lean a bit more into you.

“Pass, Sho needs to meet my parents.”

“They’re still out.” His posture shifts, defensive, almost like he’s trying to tell you two to get lost. Which is bullshit considering it’s your house.

“Okay? He still needs to put his stuff away.” With an eye roll you drag Shoyo along, tossing the spare board back into the pile, waiting for Shoyo to do the same. You suck in a deep breath as you pause at the front door.

Quickly you try to mentally prepare for whatever is waiting for you behind it, and with a sharp dig of your teeth into your lower lip, you push it open.

“Hello.” You would’ve walked right into Kita if it weren’t for Shoyo curling an arm around your waist and pulling you back. Watching as Kita blocks the doorway with his slight frame and unwavering demeanor.

“Hi, excuse us.”

And of course he doesn’t move, head tilted slightly as he sizes up the man behind you and all this male posturing is starting to give you a headache.

“Kita.” You hiss through your teeth.

“Shin-nii.” He has the audacity to try to correct you, because if there’s something your brothers and their friends have an abundance of, it’s the fucking audacity.

“Move.”

“Pfft, it’s okay baby. Hey, Hinata Shoyo.” The pet name makes Kita’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, and you can’t help the bit of smugness that swells in your chest.

“…” He’s clearly still picking apart Shoyo, annoyance flashing in his eyes before he shoves down any trace of emotion once more. “Kita Shinsuke.”

Apparently it’s enough for him to move out of the way and allow you and Shoyo to enter. And the real show hasn’t even begun yet.

You don’t even get much time to recover from that little hiccup because there stand Atsumu and Osamu, arms crossed with less than pleased expressions.

“Hm.” Osamu hums.

“You’re short.” You're about to throw something at Atsumu or maybe just punch him outright. There’s a torrent of insults on the tip of your tongue ready to be hissed, but again Shoyo settles you with his hand pressing against your lower back.

“Yeah I get that a lot, especially since two of my friends are like six foot.” He’s got his best smile on, flaunting how clearly unaffected he is by the unnecessary comment.

Atsumu, clearly displeased by the lack of angry reaction from either of you, looks like he’s ready with another rude comment to spit out.

“Anyways nice meeting you but i’m reaaaaal tired so let’s talk more at dinner yeah?” He’s pulling you along, right past your brothers and your heart threatens to pound right out your chest.

The two of you stumble down the hallway, playfully shoving at each other. The awkwardness and annoyance from before instantly dashed from your memory as you herd Shoyo into your room and slam the door shut behind the two of you.

“Holy shit I can’t believe you just did that, you just-” His lips are on yours, backing you against the door as his hands force their way under your shirt. Callused fingers massage into heated flesh and you can’t help the moan that slips out.

“Sh-Sho they’re all just outside.” His lips are ghosting over your own, each breath he exhales swirling into your lungs. It’s intoxicating, addicting. By god you want more but…but…

“Then we’ll have to be quiet huh?” And it only makes it all the more tempting. But if there’s something that’s been proven by the men occupying the space outside is that they have no problem disrespecting boundaries and personal space even with the door locked.

“See that word.” You opt to kiss his cheek instead, trying to send the message that the two of you won’t be going any further. “Definitely not in your vocab.”

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t know him.” You groan, trying your hardest to not roll your eyes or just straight up leave the room. “And I like him.”

“And I don’t care.” The venom in his voice is starting to sting, even after all these years of trying so desperately to build up the immunity.

“Atsu-nii.” You plead, hoping the approach of the pitiful little sister will be enough to sway him.

“Quit with the puppy dog eyes.” Osamu finally opening his mouth, the statement followed with a curl of his upper lip.

“Please, give him a chance.” You double down, praying that for once in this lifetime they’ll let you be happy. “For me.”

“Nice try baby, but I don’t fucking like him. So end it.” You wince at the pet name, and fight back the stinging of tears at how cruel Atsumu’s tone is.

“In your goddamn dreams.” It slips before you can even think, and honestly it’s a bit cathartic to say. You were just about to head to bed, but of course your brothers decided it was the best time to corner you and interrogate you about your relationship post-family dinner. So who can blame you for what you say next. “Mom and Dad adore him, and you know what? I’m in fucking love with him!”

“Haven’t you only been together for like three months?” Osamu quips, still dawning that disgusted look.

“Yeah right, we’ve been fucking around for a lot longer than that.” It’s the widening of eyes quickly turning to narrowed looks of contempt and disgust. It makes your chest burn and ache, tears threatening to spill.

You’ve never felt more disgusting, so tarnished and used.

Your body moves before you can even bother to think twice, your instincts trying to save you from this painful conversation. Taking you towards your safe haven, towards him.

“Get back here, hey fucking brat we’re not done talking. Get your ass back here.” Your brother’s voice tears down the hallway, you think briefly of the times you would’ve folded. Dragged yourself back towards the two of them with your tail tucked between your legs and a plethora of apologies on your tongue.

Not now though, not ever again. Not when you’ve finally found a you that doesn’t require them.

Just Shoyo, only Shoyo.

You waste no time practically kicking your door open, slamming it behind you and locking it. Surging forward you trip over your feet and barely catch yourself on the bed.

There’s a moment where you hesitate, he looks so peaceful, so sweet in slumber. But the bile rising in your throat and the ire piercing through your chest has you tugging off the covers and shaking a toned arm.

“Let’s go out.” Your words are muddled in your own ears, wrought with betrayal and exhaustion.

“Huh? Out where?” His voice is thick with sleep and his eyes are barely open. He looks like an angel, the epitome of perfection and safety.

“Anywhere, everywhere, I don’t wanna be in this house Sho, c’mon.” The tears spill over and you tug harder at his arm and you know it’s selfish to wake him up at nearly three in the morning but you just need out.

“Okay hold on baby, hold on.” He flops out of your bed, pulling on a hoodie and grabbing a pair of jeans out of his duffle. Without any questions he drapes himself over you, peppering your face with kisses and wiping away any trace of tears.

The front door, or any actual exit from the house is a no go. Atsumu and Osamu are no doubt skulking around the corners of the house, sitting in wait to start another fight.

So your window is the best bet, and after perfecting a somewhat graceful escape route from it, Shoyo and his insane athletic abilities easily follow suit.

“How about a hotel?” He suggests as you walk hand in hand down the street, debating whether or not the two of you should just hop on a train and head back to your campus apartment for the night.

“Then we have to pay.” You sigh.

“I don’t care, as long as I finally get to be alone with you. I’ll pay whatever.” It makes a flurry of emotions erupt in your stomach, crawling into your chest and lodging itself in your throat. You could kiss him, should kiss him. So loving and kind and perfect, cut from an entirely different cloth than all the other men in your life.

“Well there is um, a love hotel not too far.” And while you hadn’t made use of it before, you were made aware of its existence when you had to help Osamu drag a shit faced drunk Atsumu out of there.

“Love hotel? Baby, what did you used to get up to?” There’s no trace of judgment , just a dash of amusement and curiosity.

“Oh shut it, it’s ‘cus of my stupid brother.” You whine, knocking your head lightly against his shoulder.

“Yeah I’m gonna be honest they’re starting to really piss me off, ‘specially cus they made my baby cry.” He coos, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you flush against him. That same warmth that always follows him quickly fills your entire being.

With a faint memory of how to get to the aforementioned hotel, you pull him along, the two of you enjoying the quiet streets and brisk air.

It is admittedly, not your first time at a love hotel. Nor your second or third. Those numerous mistakes made with Kita and Suna haunt you – even if you can’t really find it within yourself to truly regret any of it – but it is your first time feeling so nervous at one.

You watch quietly as Shoyo chats up the bored receptionist, heart pounding as you watch the keycard being placed in his hand. He turns to you with that infamous smile and your nerves are placated for only a moment as he strides towards you.

“M’lady, shall I lead the way?” He grabs your hand and brushes a kiss over your knuckles before intertwining your fingers. With a slight nod he pulls you along, almost getting lost twice but who cares? It’s finally just the two of you, and victory tastes so sweet.

He ushers you into the room, and with little ceremony pulls you against him before flopping onto the bed. You land on top of him, legs straddling his waist and hands on either side of his head.

“Wanna shower?” It’s a moot question, the two of you knowing there’s no point when you both fully intend on diving headfirst into utter filth.

On top of that you’ll just end up fucking in there later, why waste time changing locations.

“I have a better idea.” You whisper, sitting back on his thighs and letting your hands drag down his torso.

“Oh baby, it can’t be any better than mine.” He shoots up, nearly headbutting you as he flips you over.

He settles between your thighs, tugging off your pajama bottoms and underwear in one fell swoop.

You’ve always been thankful that Shoyo has never been one to waste time, always diving in head first. Proving it as he splits your legs apart and flattens his tongue against your inner thigh.

He drags it against hot flesh, purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You have half the mind to squeeze your thighs together to send the message of hurry the fuck up.

“Oh here baby hold this.” He pulls his phone from his pocket, handing it to you with the outer camera facing you.

“No, oh my god Shoyo, no.” His fingers are around your wrist before you can even try to hand it back to him.

“Aww c’mon it’s just for me and you, nobody else.” He pulls himself up until he’s nose to nose with you, eyes pleading. “Especially for when I'm missing you.”

After everything that’s happened with Suna, cameras in the bedroom were a huge no go for you. But this is different, he’s different, he’s safe.

He would never betray your trust.

“O-okay.” You choke out, as you angle his phone to better capture the two of you. “Nobody else Sho.”

Because if your brothers weren’t on a hell path to kill you and Shoyo now, your shitty sex tape being leaked would be as good as signing your death certificate.

“Good girl.” He peppers kisses along your jaw and up to your temple, mumbling praises into your skin. “Always so good for me. Good to me.”

He slinks back down the bed, retaking his rightful place between your thighs and eyes flooding with hunger once more.

And although his expression reads of a man starved, achingly wrought with impatience. He never backs down from an opportunity to be a damn tease, emphasizing the sentiment by barely ghosting his fingers over your aching cunt. Smirking as you whine in annoyance.

He continues his sly ministrations, poking and prodding and sending you further and further towards insanity. Your own voice foreign to your ears as you beg so desperately a whine slipping out as he finally delves his tongue between wet folds.

Yet you find yourself still so painfully aware of the phone heavy in your hands, trying to keep the camera focused on the two of you, but the temptation to simply toss it to the side is biting at the back of your tongue.

“You’re distracted.” He pouts, hooking his fingers on your nape and pulling you into a sloppy kiss. “Let’s fix that.”

And of course his definition of fix is to shove two callused fingers into you, pushing and curling perfectly. It burns so deliciously, that familiar lustful ache licking up your cunt and settling deep in your belly.

“Too much, too much!” You’re whining, knowing full well it’ll do nothing to sway Shoyo. Knowing you’re lying when he’s conditioned you to love every filthy thing he does to you, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how hesitant you may be.

“Show off to the camera baby, lemme see you.” He manages to bat the hand you’ve been hovering over your face out of the way, all while abruptly shoving a third finger into you. “Look at the way you're taking my fingers, squeezing me so bad. Love this slutty pussy.”

He pumps them faster, smashing his thumb into your clit, it’s like a dart through your chest and fuck you’re gonna cum already.

“Shoyo- it’s too mm, you need to…ah s-slower.” Your heart in your throat you try to beg sweetly, there’ll be no reprieve if you cum now. And he’ll only take advantage of how painfully oversensitive you’ll be. “Please?”

“You said it first, babe.” The smirk on his lips is dizzying, intoxicating, it spells out your certain doom. “That word ain’t in my vocab.”

He grazes his teeth over your nipples, a slight catalyst that’s just enough to send you careening over the edge forcing fireworks to burst behind your eyes and a throbbing in the back of your skull.

Soft kisses bring you back into the moment, still splayed out wantonly beneath him and for a moment you’re foolish enough to think he’ll actually give pause.

Instead he takes his phone from your loose grip, focusing it on your twitching cunt. He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance, and you let yourself take a second to brace yourself.

Because no matter how much time and care is dedicated to prep, Shoyo’s cock remains to be the heaviest, thickest, monster of a dick to ever grace your poor, poor pussy.

You’ve always wondered if the term ‘coke can cock’ was created just for him.

He’s kind enough to ease himself in, letting you squirm and relax and take him at your own pace, broken little moans encouraging him to keep going.

“Feel so fucking good wrapped around me, here keep it like this.” The phone is back in your hands, Shoyo positioning you to rest your wrists on your stomach and angling it perfectly.

Your heart slams against your rib cage, he’s gifted you with the perfect view of his cock splitting your pussy.

It’s dizzying, addicting and your hazy mind makes a note to give him the best head next time for changing your mind about phones while fucking.

There’s a temptation to let your eyes flutter shut, to revel in being taken apart so delectably. But you can’t help but zero in on the screen, watching such a beautifully pornagraphic scene take place.

“Oh, ah.” Any possible statement muddles against your tongue, eyes rolling back. Shoyo’s phone slips from your fingers, landing on your stomach and sliding onto the bed.

You hear a snicker as you try to find purchase on the wrinkled sheets beneath you. Desperately fisting the linen as he takes you apart with each thrust.

“Aw, why are you grabbing the sheets baby? I’m right here.” His fingers trail along your forearms as he slots your fingers together and drags your hands above your head.

The motion forces him in deeper, a lewd sound somewhere between a moan and a whine rips through your throat. You swear to whatever gods that you can feel him practically breach your cervix.

“I’ll get lonely if you keep doing that.” He whispers against your throat, chasing his words with sloppy kisses and filthier promises.

Carefully — most of all sexily — he manages to pin both of your wrists with one hand, the other quickly locating the discarded phone.

You watch as his gaze drags down your body, the camera following his path as he languidly thrusts into you. Completely unphased by the way you’re shaking beneath him, whimpering and begging for him to give you his full attention.

“Sho, Sho please, please, I need it, please!” You hear his phone fall against the bed once more, too preoccupied to bother grabbing it. The obscene symphony of skin against skin no doubt being captured anyways. “Ah!”

“Say it, c’mon say it.” He growls under his breath, the rhythm of his thrusts turning savage, taking and taking.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Said like a prayer, so sweet and rich and heavy on your tongue.

It’s damning, it’s a blessing.

Each utterance is a desperate plea to stay right here, beneath him, filled with him.

“Tell me you’re mine, baby.” His voice is low, the vibrations of his chest thrumming against you. “Only mine.”

“I’m yours, only yours, yours, yours- hnnn I’m, I’m-”

Silence, followed by the sound of your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and expose your very soul to the man before you.

“So fucking good for me.” Followed by the delicious feeling of your aching pussy being pumped full by him.

Fucked out, naked and tucked against Shoyo’s side, while a deep slumber drags you under leaves you so blissfully unaware. Unable to intervene as Shoyo grabs your phone and looks through your contacts, picking out the four numbers he needs and transferring it to his own.

Who knows when you’ll find out – or if you ever will – that he put himself into a groupchat with them, and sends the very video he promised was for no one else’s eyes but the two of you. He taps out a few words, the smirk on his lips undeniable as he sends the message.

She’s my little fuck toy now.

He pauses, looking back down at you. He could definitely get used to this. And it’d be a shame if he didn’t get to witness the fallout.

Get used to it fuckers.

#FIRST RB #HELLO #I HAVE ONLY REAF THIS THRU DRAFTS AND DOCS #I WILL COME BACK AND SCREAM #OFFICIALLY #BUT IK SO EXCITED THIS FEELS LIKE #THE BEFINNING OF THE NEW SEASON #MIKI MOUSE IS FEEDING US NEW SJATE RAT CONTENT #ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD #I DONT RMB HOW TO TAG OROLERLY ILL GRT TO IT LATER #BUT I #AAAAAAAAAAAAA #AAAAAAAAAAAA #ILL REBINGE THE OTHER 3 LATER TOO #I CANT WAIY #ITS A SKATE RAT RESURGENCE EXTRAVAGANZA #A NATUONAL HOLIDAY

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you too pretty to be acting like this xoxo

HIII NONNIE what are u referring to!! is it the dc or the tags or something else! (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

#urusai! baka #im genuinely vvvv intrigued this was so vague and i feel like i havent been postinf properly in a hot min #so im wondering what spurred this on #also thank u i thought i deleted all of my pics but oops #but yeah genuinely!! are u referring to the dc? or like #I HAVENT POSTED IN SO LONG PLS LET ME KNOW i am so curious im itching #this reminds me of that khloe sound thats like ‘so u think im skIINNYYYYYYY??’#i think it was khloe?? but do u know the one HAHAHA

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Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer

#baka bants #re: rae’s ‘im actually both’#i’m actually just an I Can’t Write writer #we can just stop there #mentally i write #in my mind i am writing #its more of a state of mind than a physical act ygm xxxx

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bakatenshii · 9 months

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makki the type to love it if u moaned his gamer tag while he’s railing u

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𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗥 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 *+:｡.｡

summary. gojo's determined to have you all to himself, despite how overprotective your brother is. | wc. 2.2k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, college au, cherry-picking, oblivious (slightly bimbo) reader, manipulation, stepcest, stepbro!geto, dubcon, mild coercion, jealousy, praise, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), intended for 18+ readers

featuring. gojo, geto

an. enjoy! i'll try to have part two up next week <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

The very first time Gojo sees you, you’re an eight-by-ten-inch glossy photo in a frame sitting on the entry table of Geto’s new mom’s home. It’s the stereotypical school photo, the background gray, the lighting too bright—nothing remarkable. He walks by it and doesn’t look twice.

He’s too preoccupied with helping Geto move back into his room for summer break.

Gojo meets you two weeks later at a party in a student house. Initially, he fails to understand why Geto brings you—you brought your sister?—slightly annoyed about having to play babysitter for the night. All Geto offers is a snort—she asked. I didn’t want to tell her no—and an imitation of a quasi-shrug.

Then you walk into the room—little skirt flouncing around your thighs, smile so wide when Geto slips his arm around your shoulders that he wonders if your cheeks hurt, shyly waving at Gojo—and suddenly it feels like something clicks into place, and everything makes sense.

“Suguru’s new sister, right?” he asks, watching you perk up at the attention. Cute.

“Yeah. I didn’t know he talks about me.”

“All the time. It’s getting him to—”

Gojo snickers when Geto shoves his shoulder, “Shut up.”

You give him a secret smile over the rim of your plastic cup and look away just in time to miss the quirk of his lips, pulling into a smirk, before he schools his features once more.

It’s hard to stay away after that.

He knows he shouldn’t even toy with the thought of you—not when Geto’s made it clear several times that you’re off limits, protective in that way most brothers are, and yet oddly drawn to you any time you’re in the same room, like a light to a beacon. Gojo would probably tease him for having some sick crush on his sister, if he didn’t see how you look at Geto too.

The shy glances, the way you light up whenever your brother talks to you. It’s all there, plain as day.

You don’t know any better—that’s the only thing he can think of when Geto laces your fingers with his, thinking everybody else is none the wiser, that he’s just a brother looking out for his little sister. After all these years, Gojo likes to think he knows his friend well: he’s always been attracted to shy little wallflowers with too much air and a lack of sense in their head, and you’re no exception.

Geto thinks he’s playing this game he’s already won, and Gojo is determined to change that, regardless of whatever rules about you your brother implemented as strictly forbidden. Rules are meant to be broken, and Gojo’s never been good about following them anyway.

Something about you drives him crazy—a little diamond in the ruff he wants to pick up and shine and then ruin.

Nobody would blame him if he did.

Especially when you walk around in those flowy pastel sundresses you seem to have a penchant for. Sometimes he finds himself watching with bated breath as the hem creeps up your smooth thighs high enough for him to glimpse the bottom swell of your ass whenever you move.

You’re so oblivious, at first, to how he looks at you, how he can’t help but stare a little longer than he should, how he bends to speak into your ear, even though you’ll be the only two people in the room.

He thinks you finally get it one night in your parent’s living room, tucked into his side, with a movie being nothing but muted white noise in the background. It’s the first time Geto’s ever left you alone with him, something Gojo is quick to take advantage of.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Well, I…no.”

“Do you want to?”

He tries not to laugh as you make a surprised little noise in the back of your throat. “But what about Suguru—”

“It’ll be our secret. Hold still for me, okay?”

Gojo doesn’t wait for you to say anything before he cups your face with his hand, thumb swiping gently across your cheek—much softer than he’s imagined—and drawing you into a messy kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth until your mind grows soft and syrupy around the edges, until you burrow deeper into his side, small hands lost in his hair and nails scratching at his scalp.

Your lips are slick and swollen when he finally pulls away. He smooths your hair out of your face, thumb pressed against your lips as if to stop himself from kissing you again.

“Oh,” you say, reaching down to touch your mouth.

“It’s nice, yeah?”

You nod, swallowing, and stare at where his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Our secret?”

“Our secret,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t laugh at how eager you are; in fact, it’s the furthest thing from his mind when you lean up and capture his lips—he does crack a smile, though.

It doesn’t take long for your brother to catch, watching with a pulled brow as Gojo pulls you onto his lap at a party, scoffing when he says, “There was nowhere else for her to sit. It’d be weird if she sat in her brother’s lap.”

Much later, after you're tucked away in your room, is when Geto finally brings it up. “So, are you sleeping with her? I told you she’s off-limits.”

Gojo raises his hands in defense. "She's your sister. I would never."

It’s partly true because Gojo hasn’t gotten that far, but he knows Geto's threats aren't empty. For Geto's sake, he heeds his warnings—he can play along—he knows Geto won’t relent until he’s tallied some sort of repentance, some retribution, for wrong-doings Gojo hasn’t committed yet.

He slowly stops showing up at your house throughout the week. He does, however, show up to the occasional party, hoping to catch a glimpse of you in your tight white shirt and denim shorts, is just a coincidence.

His texts to you are short and fewer in between, only ever messaging you if Geto doesn’t answer his phone.

It goes on like this for days—maybe longer, he’s not sure—so it's no surprise how you instantly notice his sudden distance.

There’s a lot of restraint—he should get a reward for it, really—from taking you right there in the hallway when you look up at him underneath your long lashes, how you call him Satoru instead of Gojo, brows furrowed as you ask him if everything’s okay.

God, you are just so sweet.

He curls a finger under your chin. "Yeah, sweetheart. Everything's okay."

You give him a shy smile. He wants to believe that you’ve also been lost without him—realizes in the same breath that it hardly matters, only that you’re here and take his hand in yours. He willingly follows as you lead him toward your bedroom, biting your lip with a glance over your shoulder.

“Can I show you something?"

Gojo completely forgets that this isn’t how he anticipated things to go, how he had it all orchestrated a certain way—the girl who’s probably still waiting for him to get back from the bathroom to get Geto to think he’s no longer chasing the hem of his sister’s skirt.

None of that matters, though, not with your much smaller hand in his, your black skirt swaying around your hips as you pull him into your room, all with the intent of you showing him something—his smart girl on a mission.

And you do, when he has your skirt pooling around your waist, your soaking wet panties on display for him to run the pad of his thumb over. You make these small, happy noises when he kisses you, just like you did that night on the couch, running your delicate fingers up his chest to pull his shirt off.

It feels like victory at the sound of your clothes hitting the floor, his mouth wrapped around your nipple while you gasp, a cute little gurgle trapped in the back of your throat. The feel of your thighs pressing against his ears.

He’s had a lot of experience with winning, has always been academically inclined, taller than the other kids growing up, and is good at pulling strings where it counts.

But this—you laid out on the bed with your hands spread at your sides, like an offering for his leisure alone, fingers clenching into the sheets—is the best win yet.

"We shouldn't," he says, glancing up from between your legs to watch you squirm underneath him. Gojo wants you to think you have some agency here, even as every piece tumbles into place, giving him what he wants. "What if your brother finds out?"

"But I want to," you pout, foot stomping against the mattress childishly.

He laughs, and your pout grows more beautiful. “Ask nicely.”

It’s a theatrical huff and an attempted shift of your hips before you finally say, “Please.”

"So spoiled," he hums just before pressing the thick pad of his thumb against the wet patch of silk directly against the little button at the apex of your thighs.

You mewl, hips bucking up into his touch—so responsive. It makes him smile at how needy you are, Geto's innocent sister looking anything but by the second, and crawls up your body to kiss you again.

"Have you ever done this?" he asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the words come from your mouth.

“What? Kiss?” you giggle. “We did this already—”

He kisses your nose. “No, baby, had a dick in this little princess cunt.”

Your mouth falls slack, and you shake your head shyly, all confidence from a moment ago gone as you mumble out a soft "no."

It makes his dick throb where it’s still tucked away in his boxers, already half-hard from watching you parade downstairs in your short skirt all night.

Gojo’s lips quirk, eyes crinkling in the corners. "That's okay. Our secret, remember?"

“Will it hurt?”

He nips at your chin. “I’ll go slow. How about that?”

Slow is hardly the word he’d use once he fits his cock in you, your face pinching, a gratifying sight that you’re now his. You’re so hot and wet, and it’s the build-up of weeks teasing himself, of wondering what you’d feel like (what you’d sound like) until all he can do is pound your sweet little cunt that he’ll have to soothe with his mouth later.

Your walls keep fluttering around him from your third—no, fourth orgasm—and he swears he almost goes a little cross-eyed when he pulls out to see the creamy mess coating him from his belly button to the base of his dick.

There’s a mix of tears and drool covering your flower-laced pillow, a series of little whimpers reaching his ears as Gojo rearranges your legs and presses them closer to your chest.

"Aw, pretty baby, does that feel good?" he coos, attempting to catch the next set of tears with the wide pad of his thumb. You tremble, caught in a trap between the bed and his pelvis, grinding into your clit.

"S'good," you moan, even though you press shaky fingers against his stomach so that you can have a moment to breathe.

"None of that," he tuts, easily grabbing your wrists and bringing them above your head. "How am I supposed to fuck you with your hands in the way?"

He thrusts forward and presses against that spot that has you clenching down hard around him.

“Fuck, that’s it—you’re gonna look so good with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

You whine. "Ah, you—you can’t—you can’t c-cum in me.”

Gojo squeezes your cheeks with his free hand to cut off your protests. He presses a sweet kiss to your puckered lips, making you fall pliant as he works your wet, open cunt.

"Come on, be a good girl." He feels you squeeze around him, and he rewards you with another kiss. "There you go. I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard, and you're going to take it for me, yeah? I won't cum in you." He grunts. "Promise—"

But he does until you're so full that he watches his cum leak out of you until he pushes it back in with his fingers, and you release a high-pitched squeal when he buries them deep.

"Shh, baby, we might get caught," Gojo says with a little smirk because he already knows Geto is outside your bedroom door.

You had been so intent on getting Gojo to your room that you forgot to shut your door all the way, leaving a large enough gap for anyone to see inside if they happened to walk by.

But your eyes were too far in the back of your skull to notice your brother with cum dripping down his fist after listening to his little sister get her brains fucked out by his best friend—his cock twitching in his hand from your cute whimpers. Gojo looks over at him with a sly grin before dipping his hips into you again, enjoying his prize after patiently waiting.

Maybe later, Geto will have to teach you what happens to sisters who don't listen to their big brothers.

#gojou #getou #OH MY FUCQOKAOZOZOAPKAPAL GOD IM AOSPAKZOAOAKOZKAOAOOA #I WAS LIKE OO LEMME READ THE BEGINNING AND DRAFT IT TO READ TMR AFTER I WAKE UP #AND THEN I BLACKED OUT AND CLICKED THE READ MORE AND WAS LIKE MAYBE ILL SKIM A BIT MORE #anyways now i am foaming at the mouth biting my pillow scratching my walls feral #MY BRAIN IS GOO MY BODY IS A PUDDLE ON MY MATTRESS I AM RELWAENING HOW TO BEEATH AGAIN #THIS WAS SOAOAOOAOAO SOSOSOS AAAAAAAA #GOD I FUCKING LOVE A BIT OF CEST #THIS WAS SO DELICUOUS THIS WAS A FULL COUESE MEAL #the getou x rc dynamic???? is so scrumptious ontop of GOJOU #I LOVED BEING IN HIS MIND SO MUCH OP THIS WAS #JUST SO DELICUOUS I HAVE BEEN FED SO WELL #‘the first time gojou sees u ur an 8by10 goossy photo framed’ IS SOO LQOZOOA its amazing iys beautiful i want to kiss ur brain #i love tuat line so so so much it makes me ijuhhhhhhhehehhgh #the buildup!! the first kiss!!! THE MANIPULATION AAAAAA #its 4:55am and i have half an eye open i wish i could be more articulate in my screaming buy im so sorry #‘until ur mind grows syrupy around the edges’ im goina to print that out i love it i love it sm its so prETTY #‘to get getou to think hes no longer chasing the hem of his sisters skirt’#HIS SMART GIRL ON A MISSION #IM BNGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL #the ending. the . the ending .#ok i will sleep and dream of this thank u so much this was amazing insane i credible i am so wellfed #THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS FIC

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hi hello im peeping back onto the dash and dusting it off a lil thats all xx

#baka bants #they changed the location of the tags so i keep clicking into the #community label tab when im trying to tah and its makinf me lose my mine #mind***#anyways happy jjk s2 i am v much still thinking of yuuta and rika #but im gonna catch up on jjk!! hopefully get my brain itched and prodded #and always on the hunt for a good fic to read #ive been so ballsdeep in slash fics recently i need a good rc to get me back in this caveeeee

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coworker!nanami kento x reader

you're in a doomed, loveless marriage on the fringes of divorce after catching your husband cheating. you turn to alcohol and nanami for comfort.

notes; 520 wc, infidelity for unnamed husband and you, mentions of partial nudity, nothing explicit. intoxication while kissing and such. mdni!

"I'm not going to sleep with you."

he couldn't be sure how many times he had told you that within the past six months, since your husband had been caught in infidelity and you had completely checked out of the marriage and turned to hours long binges at a local watering hole after work. in the beginning, he had gone along because your nails had pressed crescents into his forearm and your grip was ironclad. truthfully, he never had much planned after work, so it was a small inconvenience to herd you around after a few drinks if it meant he could loosen up a bit himself.

now he went with you in matching strides on the sidewalk, fabrics of linen, cotton, satin, and rayon familiar sensations against your skin when your arms would touch. these days, he wondered when he had become so foul as to anticipate the day you approached him quivering and broken after finalizing divorce papers and splitting assets, seeking his arms for comfort.

you had already done this several times throughout the mess of it, probably kissed him more even more times than that. and each time it happened, he sunk into that warmth and cradled you against his body, molding his lips to the shape and fervor of yours. your breath was always hot and reeked of alcohol, as did his, and there had been occasions where he had mounted your thighs on his hips, mapped the skin of your back and chest from beneath your work clothes and left marks on your neck because he liked the sounds you made so much.

but, it never went any further because, for some reason, he could never fully absolve himself from the guilt of what he was doing. so, as much as you straddled and stroked him, kissed him, groped him, begged him to give you all the love your husband had given to someone else-- he never did.

you were beautiful in your screwed up, dejected frustration, almost. body nearly shucked clean of fabric in front of his eyes, lips swollen while the angry, glowing spots on your neck would be a hassle to cover up tomorrow.

"it's a doomed marriage. he doesn't want me." you kissed along his jawline, a little more sober than you were before. "I don't want him. all I want is you, kento. I love you."

he loved you too, otherwise he didn't think he'd be able to do these things with just a single slither of guilt keeping him from taking you to his bed.

your lips were like fire when they slotted with his again, fingertips delving into his shirt to unfasten the buttons there. "I love you, kento. please, fuck me."

he thought a little more confidently that he loved you too and grabbed your hands, enveloping them in warmth and callouses as he took them away before you could part the halves of his shirt.

"no."

he felt the weight of your arms go limp, your body shifting forward until you were able to nestle your face into his shoulder and sigh out in disappointment.

no, kento wouldn't sleep with you while you were still married, but he was eager for the day you weren't.

a/n: i'm tempted to write an entire oneshot around this scenario because I think it's morally fascinating.

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gojo “warps into your rooms unannounced just to say hi so that he nearly scares you to death and now you’re chewing him out but it’s fine because he has your undivided attention and if you really hated him dropping by you’d put up wards but you haven’t and this is the third time this week so that must mean you love him and he will continue to keep doing it” satoru

#gojou #LAKOZOAJoakaoaooQPSO HELP THIS HAS ME WHEEEZING PLEASE #‘if u rly hated it u would put up wards so clearlybu love it’ is such a stupid cocky gojou line of reasoning its so good #WITH ALL THE WNTHUSIASM OF A WET DOG HELPP MEEEEE WOSOWOXIS IM LIT CACKLING #CHOKI G #him letting u drag him around. im blushing #gojou who would never show true vulnerable affection and makes a show of over the top affection #and missing u but being an absolute menace about it #HIM EXCITED TO TALK ABT HIS SCAR SO HE CAN SET UP HIS STUPID FUCKJNAYAI LINE ABOUT KISSING IT BETTER IM SOZIOAKAO #idiot idiot stupid idiot i love this lemme kiss ur brain

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bakatenshii · 9 months

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ANGEL!! ON THE!! DASH!!!

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WEEEEEEsee !! IN MY !! INBOX ?!?!?? WAAAAAAAAAAA

#urusai! baka #welcome home milf weese #MUM IM HOOOOOOME #BATS MY LASHES AT U #WEEEEEEEEEEEESE

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FAIRY'S COMMISSIONS ˚✩彡

There's 3 slots at the moment. (2 open)

A massive thank you again to the lovely people who have commissioned me before this already ♡ and to anyone who shared or rbed this post as well!

If you do want to commission me for a piece, you can find all the info on my carrd | or if you'd like to support me in other ways, i do have a ko-fi

But in general, I just want to thank you all again for all the love and support you've given me. Every comment, reblog, message or ask, I'm thankful for it all. It really means the world to me and I feel really blessed to have a platform full of such wonderful people.

#beep BOOOP #FAIRYS COMMISH FAIRYS COMMISH AAAAA #RUNNING LAPS #we r truly blessed nd i am kissing ur brain rn xx

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Dabi: “Hey, Spinner. When you’re sick, do you see a veterinarian? Cause you’re a gecko?”

Spinner: “I don’t know, Dabi. When you’re sick do you see a proctologist? Cause you’re an asshole?”

#coaksozozAOZIOAKAO I MISS U SPINNER #I wikl buy a gecko as a pet just to name him spinnner xx #sometimes i forget hes not oike a human gamer #i cackled tho but also like #/DO/ animal quirk people go see vets bcos #realistically their anatomy is entirely siff from humans so #so like tuat acc makes sense to me #dabi might be right or smth

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i think sometimes we forget that gojo is equally as affected by trauma as geto is. more often than not, i see people empathize more with geto and it makes sense because we witnessed his downward spiral during the spv arc (hidden inventory arc), we were with him when he left. geto is humanized and gojo, while equally as loved, is infallible and “doing okay” because he’s funny and flippant. he’s the singular, the strongest.

but geto had a family, a support system. he wasn’t outright honest with them and he had to wear a “mask” for the most part (especially around mimiko and nanako, who he had to be strong for), but he had them, nevertheless, and he involved them in his plans, in his thoughts.

gojo completely shut out after geto left. he moves alone and he’s better like that, but who did he share his thoughts with? his feelings? his vulnerability? he’s a walking bag of trauma and if anybody needs all-encompassing love in jjk, it’s him.

(everyone, of course, but especially gojo.)

#jjk spoilers #just in case!!! bcos i think iys spoilery territory??#anyways yes ues and like thats also WHY gojou puts on that façade #he carries the weight on his shoulders alone and refuses to let anyone else be involved because thats his own way of #comforting himself that its the right thing to do;; that hes protecting everyone #hes self sacrificial as a means of both processing the trauma as well as reassuring himself #and he pushes people away/ puts on this air of this nonchalance to show how all powerful he is #how he doesnt need anyone else theyd be a hindrance and he can handle anything himself— because hes so strong #but its self preservation because he cant risk being hurt again like that #cant risk failing to save more people or losing more people and id he pushed everyone away itll be ok #so he suffers in solitude and #he blames so much of what happened on himself #he lost getou as his closest friend in so many ways and he feels like hes failed so many people in every aspect #anyways sorry for brainvomming all over this post OP!! this is literally so perfectly articulates #hes a walking mf gargle of trauma

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i dug ur grave shallow in case u change ur mind down there bro 🤙

#baka bants #this would be a love confession from shig to me #like if he said this to me id take it as a proposal #to be together through sickness and health til death do us part and all that #this is so romantic??#im blushing and kicking my feet #near death experience fic #has anyone written like buriedalive tropes #a lil cheeky coffinfucking #have yous seen that case where a woman is put in her coffin and buried alive or smth and later on when the sister requests to see the body #they dig her back up only to find her actually still alive #yeah that xx

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☆ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 - ,, 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼

summary: death is painful, powerful in how quickly it changes people. geto comes to realise how impermanent you are.

warnings: gn!reader , jjk spoilers for s2 , talks of death , brief descriptions of canon-typical violence , not really fluff or angst but it leans towards the latter , geto-centric , slight pining , not proof-read !! word count: 1.3k

no one greets them when they make it back the second time.

geto notices the heavy blanket of silence that seems to shroud the school. bile rests at the back of his throat and its taste is vile as it spreads along his tongue. his best friend is beside him, different somehow. geto supposes that he, too, is different now. after all that they have witnessed and had to experience in the past few hours, it is hard to stay exactly the same. geto still remembers the distinct shade of crimson that only blood has, can see it splatter against the ground, against his shoes. he recalls watching it pour out of him; he touches a hand to his chest. he recalls the crunch of bone and the snap of tendons, the river of red that spilled from gojo's neck. gojo satoru, his best friend, who was apparently dead. gojo satoru, a dead man walking, who is perfectly fine beside him. (fine as he appears to be but geto knows better.)

you are the first person he sees when he walks into the school, turns the familiar hallways feeling so unlike himself. the hollow of his chest is suddenly full and heavy. he tastes death against the roof of his mouth.

"you're back?" seeing you now—clad in your uniform, worry morphing your features—geto thinks he must be looking at an angel. "i thought–" you fall silent, a hand wrapping around his wrist as you shake your head. "i'm so glad you're alright." you’re beautiful and it’s hard for him to breathe when he looks at you. you could be just as fleeting as anyone else in his life. you are not guaranteed to stay within his grasp, to stay by his side.

geto wants to kiss you. (but he’s scared you’ll taste the decay he’s holding behind his teeth.)

you are too sweet when you fuss over him, when you press the clammy pad of your thumb against the furrow of his brow and smooth it out. you are far too sweet when you whisper his name and ask if he's alright, as if the blood on his hands is invisible to you (it's because it's not there anymore), as if the darkness under his eyes have vanished. and you are much too sweet when you throw your arms around him and squeeze—hold him tight against your chest where he can feel your heart pounding, feel your ragged breaths hit the skin of neck and clavicle.

"'m alright," geto huffs and places his hand against the small of your back, bunching up the fabric of your uniform. "just tired—wish i had some gum or something."

you pull away from him in a flash; he misses your warmth the second you part. with shaky hands, you fumble with the lip of your pocket, stuffing your fingers inside. when you pull out a small packet of gum (his favourite), geto smiles. the pull at the corners of his mouth and the parting of his lips is surprising, as if the action snuck up on him.

he takes it from you, "well, aren't you sweet?" you can only manage a trembling grin. there's something different about him now—both of you know it and can feel it. neither of you say anything about it. the taste of a massacre festers in his mouth and the gum doesn’t ease it away like it usually does. geto wishes he could eat you instead, consume you whole and hope your sweetness sits inside him and grows, chasing away the darkness that has started to gather behind his heart.

geto asks you about your mission, you make it a point not to ask about his. he listens as intently as he can and ignores the feeling eating him up inside, leaving his soul half empty and rotting like a carcass. the thought of death permeates his thoughts of you and geto clenches his jaw.

"it was harder than anything else i've gone on," you mumble absentmindedly. "at some point, i thought i would die." the word makes geto grimace. he watches you walk beside him, watches you quiver and shake like a leaf despite the gentle smile on your face.

"but that's part of it all, right?" you say, too easily and carelessly like it doesn't matter. this is death—the end of a life, the end of existence. death which is the stillness of the heart first and foremost. death which casts out all the air in your lungs. death which dims the light in your eyes. geto has seen too many lifeless stares in his life—too many for sixteen years to bear. (one is more than enough for a lifetime.)

he grabs your hand, grip fierce. you wince and he knows he must be hurting you but he can't bring himself to ease up. "it shouldn't be." you simply frown, staring down at the way he's crushing your fingers. you don't know what happened, no one bothered telling you. you most likely heard about him getting injured and spent your nights praying for him to be alive when you made it back to tokyo. but you didn't know about riko; you knew of her and her title, her purpose. you didn't know about her death. you didn't watch it happen. you didn't hear them clapping when they saw her lifeless and still in gojo's arms. (death which is ceasing to exist.)

and geto still remembers the sand between his toes and the sun against his skin, just before carnage swept in—the memory now tarnished from bloodshed and a kind of cruelty not even the strongest two could prevent. what is he worth if he cannot save even a single life? she had wanted to live and he had said that she would, that she could. the title he once wore proudly is one he now cowers under. the strong must protect the weak, and geto wants to protect the ones he loves, but he’s failed. what is he worth now?

he feels your palm settle against his, your fingers curling around his knuckles. “it shouldn’t be,” you agree and geto thinks about what he might do should he find out that you’ve been taken from him too. because jujutsu is unkind (as he has seen, as you have too). your mission could have been fatal, but it wasn’t. you got lucky but how often will you continue to get lucky? how often will fate feel merciful and continue granting you the gift of life?

the geto who stands before you is different now, you both know it. a part of him is left where he watched riko die—the part of him that used to shine and glow and shimmer like stars. (death which robs you of your light.) it’s the part of him that you must love too, he thinks. geto wonders if you will ever mourn the person he used to be. he pulls you closer and you let him. he wants to kiss you and tell you he missed you—will miss you in your absence should that day ever come, god forbid. his hand twitches at his sides, the one holding yours just gets tighter. his nails dig into your skin but you don’t pull away.

“enough of this—let’s get something to eat,” he says softly, watching the way your lashes flutter against your cheek when you blink up at him; there is so much light held within your eyes. “this gum isn’t really doing it’s job.” geto says it with a laugh to cover up how much of it is actually true. you nod with a faraway look in your eyes. there’s something on your mind and he knows it’s about him.

a sickening rot clings to geto wherever it can. it sinks its fangs into him, breaking past skin and greedily drinking in his blood, slowly sucking him dry. if you notice, you don’t say anything about it. should the day ever come when death finally catches up with you, geto hopes he isn’t around to see it. life is fleeting, as are you. he could never bear to see you without the light in your eyes.

i'm not sure how to feel abt this cos i wrote it all on a whim in like thirty minutes. i woke up thinking abt geto and i love him with my whole heart so

#getou #this is so???( BEAUTIFUL!?!???? I READ THIS IN ONE BREATH I DIDNT REALIZE I WAS HOLDING UNTIL THE WND #AND E EN THEN I WAS GASPING #this is so ridiculously specific but the descriptions of bile and decay and vomit and rot in his mouth is so so visceral in the most beautid #bEAUTIFUL WAY its so vivid and i just. it makes mt heart clench #‘the crunch of bones/ snap of tendons/ river of red’ is so. JUST UHIAIZ banging my head against my wall #the repetition of death being x and y and z thriughout is aua up siaojzoa #rc and getous relationship is so tender and soft and its such a grim brutal settinf but they r so. so so so TWNDER WITH EACH OTHER #‘but hes scares youll taste the decay hes holding behind his teeth’ WOJ OAIAOAO #i acc have mo way of articulating my emotions except to quote and keyspam tbh #‘he asks u about ue mussion/you make a point not to ask abt his’ they r so tender i love them i love them sm the mutual understanding the #closeness to read the room and read each other #a piece of getou dying with the deaths he couldnt prwvent #i love him i love this thank u i am on my hands and knees #everything about this is perfect and i am sobbing screaming clawing thru flesh

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