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It will get cold again eventually. The summer will not last forever. I’m not doomed to live in this unbearable heat for all eternity. <- said while gripping the countertop so hard that the tile is starting to crack

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Tiny Rivalry

Your thirteen years old cousin was not subtle. From the moment you and Tetsuroo walked into your parents’ house for family dinner, she had practically glued herself to his side. You’d barely taken your shoes off before she was offering him a glass of water, asking if he liked lemon in it. You watched her dart to the kitchen and back like a giddy little server at a five-star restaurant.

“Wow,” Tetsuro muttered under his breath to you with a lopsided grin. “Is this the five-star treatment or am I being recruited into your family?”

You stifled a laugh. “No, just aggressively adored.”

And it didn’t stop there.

During dinner, she plopped herself right next to him, hanging onto every word he said like he was giving a TED Talk on being tall and mildly sarcastic. When you leaned your head on his shoulder mid-meal, she frowned. Actually frowned. And gave you a nasty mean look.

After dinner, when the adults settled into wine and dessert, your cousin pulled Kuroo aside to show him her volleyball serves in the backyard. Your Tetsu. Your backyard.

You joined them a few minutes later, catching the tail end of her giggling as he gave her tips. But when you slipped your arms around his waist from behind, she narrowed her eyes at you like you were the intruder. Your cousin huffed and stomped back inside, declaring something about “dessert” and “third-wheeling.”

“She hates me now,” you muttered in his ear, amused.

He leaned back into your hold with a lazy grin. “Nah. She’s just in love with me.”

“She literally is. She’s glaring at me like I stole her anime crush.”

He turned slightly so you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Are you jealous?”

You scoffed. “Of a child? No way.”

His smirk deepened, all sharp edges and dimples. “Mm. You sure? You get this weird pout when you’re threatened. It's cute.”

“I will end you,” you muttered, squeezing his sides.

“Violence,” he said solemnly. “Classic deflection tactic of the jealous girlfriend.”

You rested your head against his back with a sigh.

“You really had to come here and ruin an innocent teenager’s expectations for men, huh?”

He chuckled low in his chest. “What can I say? I peak in family settings.”

You snorted. “You peak when you help old ladies cross the street and make thirteen-year-olds fall in love with you. You menace.”

“Your menace,” he said easily, catching your hand in his and kissing your knuckles before leading you back inside.

And if your cousin didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night? Totally worth it.

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Hello officer 🤗

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do you guys ever want to move to the middle of nowhere and never speak to anyone again or is that just me

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STILL HERE..

a/n: your back is an ‘etch a sketch’ to tetsu lol

The room smells like skin and warmth and something sweeter — something unmistakably you. The sheets are a mess, your bodies tangled up like it’s second nature — because it is.

You’re lying across his chest, skin sticking in all the places you don’t care to move from, your fingers idly tracing the faint scar on his collarbone — the one he got falling off a bike when you were ten.

“I told you not to ride downhill with your hands in your pockets,” you mumble.

Kuroo huffs a soft laugh beneath you. “And I recall you laughing your ass off before helping me up.”

You smile against his chest. “You cried.”

“I broke my elbow!”

You laugh. He runs a hand down your back. “You kissed it better. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That you’d be stuck with me forever.”

You lift your head just enough to look at him, and he's already looking at you — sleep-heavy, post-bliss relaxed, but with that same soft glint he’s had since you were teenagers. The one that never left, no matter how tall he got, no matter how many things changed around him.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face. His fingers trail down your back then — slow, light, drawing invisible lines like a quiet confession.

A star.

A heart.

Maybe your initials. Maybe his.

“Are you doodling again?” you ask, voice still fuzzy.

“Yup.”

“Let me guess. Your name in bubble letters on my spine?”

Kuroo smirks. “No, that’s next. Right now I’m drawing that weird smiley face you used to draw on your notebooks. You remember the one with fangs?”

You groan. “God, I was so cringey.”

“You are cringey,” he murmurs, lips brushing your hair, “but I’ve always loved you anyway.”

It hits soft and sweet, the way only he knows how to do. Not dramatic. Not fireworks. Just... quiet truth you’ve both carried since childhood — reshaped over the years, but never fading.

You press a kiss under his jaw, and whisper, “You’re still mine, right?”

He tilts your chin up gently, eyes suddenly focused like he means it too much. “I’ve always been yours. Since that day you slammed a volleyball at my face and then cried when I bled.”

You blink. “That was not my finest moment.”

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, pulling you closer until your heartbeat syncs up with his, “but it was the beginning of all my favorite ones.”

Outside, the world is quiet.

Inside, Kuroo’s hand stays steady on your back, still tracing.

Still here.

Still choosing you.

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𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

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Tetsuro always warms your side of the bed if you’re brushing your teeth late or still finishing up work—he’ll slip under the covers first and stretch out dramatically just so you don’t have to crawl into cold sheets.

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big fan of everyone writing whatever the hell they want

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⋆˚࿔ 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓉ℯ𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.

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I do not respect the grind. Go to bed

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STILL HERE..

a/n: your back is an ‘etch a sketch’ to tetsu lol

The room smells like skin and warmth and something sweeter — something unmistakably you. The sheets are a mess, your bodies tangled up like it’s second nature — because it is.

You’re lying across his chest, skin sticking in all the places you don’t care to move from, your fingers idly tracing the faint scar on his collarbone — the one he got falling off a bike when you were ten.

“I told you not to ride downhill with your hands in your pockets,” you mumble.

Kuroo huffs a soft laugh beneath you. “And I recall you laughing your ass off before helping me up.”

You smile against his chest. “You cried.”

“I broke my elbow!”

You laugh. He runs a hand down your back. “You kissed it better. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That you’d be stuck with me forever.”

You lift your head just enough to look at him, and he's already looking at you — sleep-heavy, post-bliss relaxed, but with that same soft glint he’s had since you were teenagers. The one that never left, no matter how tall he got, no matter how many things changed around him.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face. His fingers trail down your back then — slow, light, drawing invisible lines like a quiet confession.

A star.

A heart.

Maybe your initials. Maybe his.

“Are you doodling again?” you ask, voice still fuzzy.

“Yup.”

“Let me guess. Your name in bubble letters on my spine?”

Kuroo smirks. “No, that’s next. Right now I’m drawing that weird smiley face you used to draw on your notebooks. You remember the one with fangs?”

You groan. “God, I was so cringey.”

“You are cringey,” he murmurs, lips brushing your hair, “but I’ve always loved you anyway.”

It hits soft and sweet, the way only he knows how to do. Not dramatic. Not fireworks. Just... quiet truth you’ve both carried since childhood — reshaped over the years, but never fading.

You press a kiss under his jaw, and whisper, “You’re still mine, right?”

He tilts your chin up gently, eyes suddenly focused like he means it too much. “I’ve always been yours. Since that day you slammed a volleyball at my face and then cried when I bled.”

You blink. “That was not my finest moment.”

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, pulling you closer until your heartbeat syncs up with his, “but it was the beginning of all my favorite ones.”

Outside, the world is quiet.

Inside, Kuroo’s hand stays steady on your back, still tracing.

Still here.

Still choosing you.

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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Holy shit I just recentlu got back into my haikyuu brainrot and your fics are actually so scrumptious😭❤️❤️ I love how quiet the love you portray is, it really gives me the vibes of "in another life I would have really loved to do laundry and taxes with you"

awwwhhh nonnieeee😭😭😭 you're too sweeettttt🩷🩷🩷 I'm literally blushing and twirling my hair and giggling like crazyyyyy🥹🥹 feeling soooo giddy over your compliments oml 😭😭

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HOW THE JJK MEN RUIN YOU

a/n : how they fuck you relentless until you're out of your mind (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

KENTO NANAMI fucks you like you’re something to be respected — and destroyed. There’s no rush with him. He takes off his tie slowly, unbuttons his sleeves while you’re already trembling, and when he finally lays you out beneath him? One hand presses your wrists into the mattress, the other hooks under your thigh, and his cock sinks into you like it was made for you.

He doesn’t fuck fast — no, he fucks well. Each stroke deliberate, angled, smart. He watches your face when you cry out, watches your tits bounce with every grind of his hips, watches you come apart on his cock again and again.

"You're taking me so well, love. Look at this greedy cunt… swallowing me whole. Don't pretend you're not loving every second of this."

By the time he finally cums — low, drawn-out groan, hips stuttering as he fills you — you’re already half gone. He presses soft kisses to your temple, but his cock’s still buried deep, twitching, keeping it all inside.

SATORU GOJO ruins you with his body and his mouth. He’s cocky, insatiable, a fucking menace in bed. He teases you until you're whining — slow grinding, licking and sucking your nipples until they’re puffy and sore, spreading your legs just to look at the mess you’ve made for him. And then?

He pounces.

No gentle warmup. No slow slide. Satoru slams into you like he’s making a point — hips snapping fast, wild, like he’s chasing every single moan from your throat. His cock hits that spot again and again until your legs are trembling, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

"Aww, what’s wrong, babe? Too much? But you were being so cute, begging for it earlier."

He puts your ankles over his shoulders and drills into you like he’s trying to imprint his name in your spine. He finishes everywhere — inside, on your stomach, your tits — he’ll fuck you again while you’re still leaking. And he laughs when you try to sit up and your legs give out.

SUGURU GETO doesn’t fuck. He consumes. You’ll feel his cock first — thick, slow stretch as he pushes in, inch by inch — and then you’ll feel his mouth on your neck, his hand on your boobs, his voice in your ear.

"There you go, baby. Let me feel you. Don’t fight it."

He keeps you close, flush against him, your legs wrapped around his waist while he moves deep and slow. Not to tease — but to own. Every grind of his hips feels like he’s dragging his cock along every nerve in your body. He whispers filth like confessions.

"This pussy was made for me… tight little thing, look at how you’re squeezing me. Mine."

Then he flips you, presses your face into the mattress, and fucks you harder. Faster. The slap of his balls against your ass, your voice breaking every time he bottoms out — and his fingers stay wrapped tight around your throat the entire time. When he cums, he groans your name into your hair like a spell, hips stuttering as he fills you up to the brim. And you’ll feel it leaking for hours.

CHOSO KAMO fucks you like he’s scared to stop. Like if he pulls out, he’ll die. The first time, he’s shaky — fingers trembling as he slides his cock into you, face flushed, gasping when your pussy tightens around him. But then something changes. He gets needy. Desperate. Digs his fingers into your hips and pounds into you like he’ll never get another chance.

"So good. You're so tight—fuck—feels so good I can't—"

He whimpers when you clench around him. He begs for you to cum — again and again — just so he can feel it. He doesn’t stop even after he cums the first time, because the heat makes him feral. He’ll fuck you through your overstimulation, kisses messy and wet, your legs draped over his shoulders while his cock pistons in and out like he’s chasing eternity.

And when it’s over? He’ll kiss your thighs and bury his face between them. Still hard. Still ready.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ruins you in every sense of the word. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. He grabs your hips, throws you on the bed, and fucks you like an animal. Doesn’t matter if you’re dripping or not — he spits on your pussy, rubs the tip against your clit once, and slams in with a grunt that feels like it knocks the air from your lungs.

"You like this, don't you? But you gotta always act like you don’t wanna get fucked stupid."

He manhandles you. Pulls your hair, slaps your tits, pussy, chokes you while he’s balls deep and grinning. He watches your brain melt — that moment when your eyes roll back, and all you can say is “fuck, Toji, please”— and he fucks you harder. Fills you up until you're cockdrunk, legs shaking, face buried in the pillow.

He cums deep inside and then keeps fucking you with it leaking out, fingers scooping it back in with a smirk. And if you cry? He calls you his "good little toy" and makes you cum again.

RYOMEN SUKUNA doesn’t ruin you. He annihilates you.

He doesn’t ask. He takes. Tosses you onto the bed like you weigh nothing, spreads your legs wide and just stares at your soaked pussy while stroking himself, grinning.

"Pathetic little thing. This all for me?"

When he fucks you, it’s rough, punishing, animalistic. His cock stretches you open until it burns, and he loves it. Loves when you scream. Loves when you sob into the sheets. He bites your shoulder while he drills into you, scratches down your back, spits in your mouth and tells you to swallow while his cock slams into that sweet spot until you’re completely incoherent.

And if he’s using both dicks? You won’t be walking for a week.

"Can’t even speak now? Thought you were a loud little whore. Guess I fucked the words out of you."

He cums with a growl — deep and long — and he doesn’t pull out. Not until you’re full, leaking, trembling, ruined. And then he flips you over and does it all again.

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Ummm hey i just wanted clear something..... I can and will post explicit nsfw content here, and it can be rampant depending on my mood.. I forget to use tags sometimes, so if you have any problem with that, you can block me or unfollow me.

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