What if. Nanami understood Gojo more than he let on?
This is. An INSANE. Hypothetical but like—what if, Nanami understood Gojo in SUCH a visceral way and manner because... he mercy killed Haibara?
OKAY HEAR ME OUT— STAY WITH ME, STAY WITH ME, STAY WITH ME— walk with me king, let me open ur eyes to the possibilities...
I realized halfway through writing this that imma be talkin abt a lot of not poggers things happening to children and people so if u dont like that, just scroll past bucko. If ur cool with it tho-- its under the cut
Obviously, Haibara was very clearly cut in half and had slim to nil chances of living. I can only imagine the sheer amnt of burning, searing pain that kid was in—bro would not bave been able to stay happy, cheery, go-lucky in that state.
And, im not a medical expert, but i can only assume that it would not be an instant death. It would be slow, and painful, and something that you would not wish upon anyone
I... would not be surprised that, in his last moments, he would be begging for the pain to stop and end. I would also not be surprised if he asked nanami to get him to end it.
We didnt get any details abt what happened other than, haibara died and nanami was there, so there is a likelihood (i cannot guesstimate how high or low) that nanami put him out of his misery. And as jjk ever so often beats us over the head abt—there is no heroism or glory in death. You are there, and then youre not, and the only thing you leave behind are the people you've touched and the legacy you've left behind.
Obviously, if we assume that nanami mercy killed haibara, he would understand what gojo was going thru on a more visceral level. Its not full understanding, but so much more than anyone could ever have on that topic.
I imagine, if this scenario were the case, nanami would not have told anyone about it. His greatest secret.
After the autopsy, do you think Shoko would nonchalantly come up to him with a lighter and a cigarette? Would he crush the filter between his teeth and choke on the smoke, as Shoko tells him a few choice words—"your aim is shit"? What look would be on Shoko’s face as she lightly drags a finger up and down her neck and cheek? Would he crack and let the words spill from his mouth, confessing to her? Or would he take the olive branch as it is, an unspoken vow of secrecy, and tell her that he'll "fix his aim"?
After that December evening, would Nanami be the one to come find Gojo in the night, or would Gojo go to him? Would the two be in some hotel, Gojo teleporting infront of him in the middle of packing so he can rush back to Tokyo and find him? Or would the two be in either one's lodgings, Nanami having made a rush trip back and guided towards him? How would Nanami face him, I wonder—with an expression full of understanding, his usual stone faced look, or something else? How would he comfort him? Offering him food and drink after a taxing and exhausting day, or cleaning him up with a wet towel and fresh clothes, or letting him sit and take a breather in whatever area he's taken for his own? How would Gojo react? Would he still muster up some kind of strength to keep playing the fool and letting jokes and humor fill the air? Would he be stock still, almost like a mannequin, letting nanami manhandle him into taking care of himself? Or would he shatter in Nanamis arms, uncaring of whether or not he'll pick up the pieces because he's finally reached his breaking point? And Nanami—how would he react? Would he play along to Gojo’s antics? Would he act as a firm and steady rock to his turmoil? Or... will there be a new secret keeper to one of, if not, Nanami’s greatest shame?
I can only imagine then, what was going through both Gojo’s and Nanami’s minds then, when Yuji was assigned to Nanami.
hello. idk if this is anything but between all those chastity device asks and/or dream dressing hob in domestic control aus + how suggestive this victorian hands belt looks: https://www.tumblr.com/dozydawn/709909812732919808/sumrot-photographed-by-nick-dewolf-1972
is this anything. maybe hob's lovingly dressed in a belt like this, except the hands are slung VERY low and almost caress his groin. hob is delighted to note that the fingers are long and look suspiciously like dream's own do when he's in the Waking, and of course hob is Very Familiar with their exact shape given all the holes he's taken those hands in. not quite a vibrating plug that keeps him stuffed all day but hey, he can go along with it once in a while if dream wants to stake his claim over hob more visibly like this. besides, it's not like he had a choice to begin with <3
hob miiiight be a lil disappointed initially because he's become so used to being teased the whole day, but he's just happy to be dressed up by dream anyway.
except the hands are moving, he'll go on to discover. perhaps dream makes sure to only let them move and tease hob when no one's looking (hob would very much like to keep his job so dream sends everyone in hob's vicinity day dreams to keep them distracted or something?), or they move slowly enough to only be noticeable when someone's looking very hard, but they can definitely be felt. except HOB doesn't know that no one else is aware of them, and he also has zero control over what the hands are up to, so he has to just. squirm quietly and take whatever the fingers are up to down there, lest he attract too much attention to himself. stifle his groans as the hands get tighter and press down harder, stroking him through his clothes. the plugs and vibrators were one thing, but they were at least hidden. this is!! right there for everyone to see what a slut he is, getting off in public with just his belt! i like to think it's also been a while since dream let him sport a pussy in the Waking so he's extra sensitive too, and absolutely losing it. but since there's the thick cloth of his pants between the fingers and him, it's still not enough stimulation to fully get him off.
the fingers DO end up in different and increasingly cozy positions after each teasing session so hob absolutely has to stammer through awkward conversations at the end of the day when his concerned co-workers are confused and not quite sure how to ask why his belt seems to be straight up cupping him at this point. because it definitely didn't look like that earlier today. and is he quite alright since he's sweating and panting so much? been a while since he's been SO clammy like this (but strangely glowing with pleasure, they politely skip saying). is he sure he's not coming down with the same strange virus he had last year? he did claim to have a weird non-contagious virus back then and that was why he used to get so breathless last year.
(no, he just started getting a better handle over being teased and managed to look sort of put together when he finally went home, so dream decided it was time to switch things up a little to up the ante <3)
Oh OH OH anon you have bewitched me <333 you really just dropped a whole thing in my lap like it's not the most delicious concept (tm) in the world??? I honestly don't know how to elaborate on this except to say that I think you need to write this up as a fic if you have the time and energy!!! Even if you don't it's fucking delicious and you are a blessing for creating this concept <3
