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SHES HEREEEE (so excited to see how this series plays out EEEEK)

001. ‘ 𝓽he night we 𝓶et ’

🪽 left in an unfamiliar place you find yourself trying to grasp at any positivity that you can find in this situation. your days are filled with distractions, trying to get used to the new place while your 𝓯ears plagued your sleep at night. unknowingly leading you to the person that would help with it 𝒶ll.

warnings. angst, nightmares (Joel and Ellie are ‘dead’ in them) sunshine has moments of sadness, fluff, family bonding yay, slight cursing, pls lmk if I missed anything ⦂ 8,264 𝗐𝖼.

paring sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader x jesse

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Alone. 

That was the first thing you noticed when you woke up—no, Ellie curled up by your side, stealing the blanket and snoring in your ear. She was so used to sleeping by your side during the past months that she wasn't ready to sleep on her own yet, no matter how excited she was to have her own room now. 

Your slippers that Maria was so kind to give you quietly shuffled against the wood floors, as you made your way down the stairs, already checking Ellie's room that was across yours, no sign of her. You held onto the banister as you walked down the steps, your eyes darting across the few landscape framed photos that decorated the walls, something your dad mentioned liking while Ellie called them ‘old people pictures’. 

“Dad? Ellie?” You called out into the quiet house, tying the belt of your robe tighter when you felt the cold chill through an open window. No response, only the sound of the floorboards creaking as you made your way through the bottom level of the house. No Ellie in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast and making a mess, no joel asleep on the couch. The first time you found him asleep on the couch, he blamed it on him accidentally falling asleep, but you knew it was because he didn't trust this place yet. 

You started to get anxious as you checked your dad’s room, noticing the lack of his backpack and the essentials that he left on top of his dresser. Did he join uncle Tommy on patrol? Did Ellie go with him? Why did he leave without saying anything? Are they okay? The questions kept coming. You rushed back into the kitchen, hoping to find a note explaining where they went, but found nothing. Your head quickly snaps towards the front door when you hear it open and close, heavy footsteps following after and moving towards the kitchen. Relief filled up your chest, thinking it was your dad, but it was replaced by slight disappointment when you saw it was just your uncle tommy. 

He looked slightly surprised to see that you were up; it was still early in the morning, and he knew you were up late enjoying a movie at the cultural hall with everyone. It was easy for him to see that out of the three of you (you, ellie and joel) that you were the one most excited about the community, your cheerful comments drowning out Ellie and Joel's sarcastic ones. Your cheerful and happy spirit was something he was so grateful for.  

“Hey sweetheart, i didn't know you were up” his voice was gruff but warm as he greeted you, moving to your side to squeeze your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, the feeling of his mustache against your skin makes you scrunch your nose; the sight causing him to chuckle softly. Sweetheart was a nickname he had called you ever since you were a baby, your sweet smile always finding a way to melt his hardened heart and give him hope in this hopeless world that they lived in. 

“Hi uncle Tommy, do you know where my dad and Ellie are?” You gave him a hopeful smile. The sight breaks his heart, knowing what he had come to tell you. He didn't agree with what his brother had done, but he could understand why he did it. He wanted to protect you from the killing, from the horrors that you’d see on the journey, from everything.  Both the miller men knew it, you weren't meant for the world they lived in. Tommy sighed and scratched at his chin as he looked down at his boots, trying to gain the courage before looking back at you, your head tilted slightly to the side as you waited for his answer, hair slightly messy from sleep. 

“They left to go to the fireflies.” 

You visibly faltered at his words, your smile slowly disappearing from your face, your voice was much softer than before and filled with confusion. “What?” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, your dad didn't want to risk you getting hurt by going with them… not again.” Tommy trailed off into a whisper, his jaw clenching as memories of that night filled his mind. He watched as the confused look on your face turned into one of sadness. Your heart broke as you heard your uncle's words; you knew how much guilt your father held in his heart. You could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at you for too long.

“They just left me here, alone..” you whispered, voice thick with sadness and disbelief. Your shoulders sagged, and you turned your head to look away from your uncle and down at the floor, not wanting him to see you blink away your tears as his words really sank in. You wanted to try to understand why he did it, but you couldn't—you would have never left either of them. He took away your choice. It was like it was all starting to make sense, why ellie was so attached to your hip last night. The long and tight hug Joel gave you before you went upstairs to bed, the way he held your shoulders to keep you from moving, ignoring your teasing, and telling you that he just wanted a good look at you. Was this your fault for not seeing the signs sooner? 

Tommy’s face softens at his niece's words, his own heart breaking at the sight of tears in your eyes and the look of sadness and discouragement on your face. He reaches for you and pulls you into his chest and into a tight hug. You find yourself relaxing in his warm arms that feel so much like your dad's. Kissing the side of your head when he hears you sniffle, he says sternly, “You're not alone.” 

You have never been away from your father, not like this at least. He has always kept you close to his side, and when he did have to leave you, it was always with a goodbye. Ever since you were little and could understand, he had made it clear that all he cared about was your safety, no matter the cost. So you didn't understand why you were so hurt and surprised by the fact that he left you with your uncle—when you have witnessed firsthand the other lengths he will go to, to keep you safe. 

After a few moments, you slowly pull away from your uncle's arms, his hands softly giving your arms a reassuring squeeze before he lets go of you. You sniffle and watch as he reaches into his denim jacket, pulling out an envelope from his inside pocket and holding it out to you. ‘For my sunshine’ was written in your dad’s messy handwriting on top of it. You took it into your hands, your thumb brushing against the lettering. Tommy spoke softly, “Your dad wrote this; he wanted me to give it to you.” 

“He wrote me a letter?” you asked after a few beats of silence, slight shock in your tone. Your dad could barely voice his feelings, how the hell was he going to write them? It felt like a full circle moment, you would always write him little letters and sneak them into his jacket pocket or his bag before he had to leave, knowing that it would make him smile whenever he found the letter with your little doodles on them. You didn't know that he kept every single one, reading them over and over on his sleepless nights. 

“Hopefully you can read his messy handwriting,” he tried to joke with a small chuckle, hoping to uplift your spirits, and he would take it as a win when he sees the corner of your lips twitching up into a weak smile. Tommy cleared his throat and gave you a smile when you looked up from the letter. “Come on, why don't you get dressed and come join me and maria for breakfast hmm?” 

You honestly didn't feel like going out; all you wanted to do was crawl back into your bed and just dramatically stare outside the window for the rest of the day. Like one of those scenes you read in the book your dad got you a while ago. You remember staying up late and reading the book out loud to your dad, hoping it would distract him from the nightmares he tried to hide from you. You could see the look in your uncle's eyes, he was trying to give that distraction like you would your dad, so you nodded and gave him the best smile you could muster up, “Yeah, okay.” 

Tommy smiled and nodded, he was looking forward to spending more time with you—especially with Maria present. He moved to pull out one of the chairs at the kitchen table, ready to sit down. “Great, I’ll wait for you then.” 

“It's okay, I’ll uh walk over when I’m done.” You wanted some time alone, you needed to process what had happened as best as you could before you were going to start socializing with others. Tommy wanted to question it, not wanting you to be alone, but he decided against it, seeing in your eyes that you needed your space. So he pushed back in the chair and gave you a smile, telling you to take your time before leaving. 

You weren't prepared for the feeling of your heart sinking in your chest when the front door closed behind him, alone again. 

Breakfast surprisingly went very well, they had breakfast in their home, which you really liked—it was comforting and warm, something you made sure to complement them on, which got you a big smile from both. The food was delicious, your favorite was the bacon—now you understood why your dad complained about missing it so much. And you were really grateful that they both stayed away from talking too much about your dad and ellie. 

You never saw your uncle so smiley, so happy, and calm like he was with maria. He held her hand the whole time on top of the table, not afraid to hide it. You noticed how he gave her hand reassuring squeezes through breakfast as if he was reminding her that he was still there—it wasn't like she didn't know it with how many times her eyes ended up moving to him. The way he would gently trace his thumb across her hand while she talked, his head turned to her as he looked at her like she hung the stars, He listened to her. It was a love you only hoped and dreamed you could experience yourself. 

You haven't seen a lot of love in your life, not like theirs, at least. The closest to it were Bill and Frank, but still, they weren't as affectionate and sweet as your uncle and Maria were. And your dad’s and tess’s love was one you couldn't truly understand, you don't think you ever could ( neither could joel ) oh tess…. 

After breakfast, the three of you sat around the table and talked and laughed, telling old stories, but soon it became just you and maria—uncle tommy having to go handle a few things. He was hesitant at first to leave you, but after a big smile from you and some words of reassurance, he left—not without kissing your and Maria's forehead first. You weren't nervous about being alone with Maria; you decided in the first 20 minutes of actually knowing her that you liked her. 

The two of you were now taking a walk through the community. Maria had noticed that your mood had turned a little down after you were done telling a story about you and your dad, so she offered for the two of you to get some fresh air, wanting to show you around more. You had stuffed your hands into the pockets of your new jacket, listening to Maria as she explained more about how the community worked, your eyes taking in every detail. It was so much more peaceful than the Qz, you really hoped that you wouldn't have to leave. 

“Come on, there is somewhere I want to show you” Maria’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, softly placing her hand on your shoulder and motioning you towards what looked like another shop. The building was a pastel blue with big windows, it had flower pots at the entrance that were covered in snow. You followed after her, your eyes immediately looking up at the door when the sound of a bell chimes when she opens it, but your attention was quickly stolen by the sight of what was inside. 

The walls were a pretty pale yellow, decorated with tons of different styles of paintings and other types of hangable art. Paint splats were all over the light wood floors, along with a few colorful rugs. The shelves against the left wall were filled with different types of pottery and knick-knacks. Next to it was the checkout counter, which was made out of a pretty polished wood; the bottom of it was slightly chipped. It was covered with a bunch of different stickers and a few drawings. On top of it was an empty vase, a few knick-knacks, and a picture frame. 

The shelves against the right wall were filled with different paints and other art supplies. You took a few more steps into the shop, looking around in awe. Hanging from the ceiling were beautiful wind chimes. Towards the back of the shop were tables with organized craft supplies. It was warm. Maria smiles at the awestruck look on your face, chuckling to herself at how your mood immediately changed into something brighter. Maria broke the silence, “Your uncle told me about your love for art.” 

Tommy would find you drawing on anything, any spare paper you could find, the margins of your books, hell, as a kid, you had a habit of drawing on the walls. He could never forget the big toothy smile you gave him when he found and brought you your own sketchbook. That was many years ago, the sketchbook covered in drawings and doodles from page to page. He remembered how you would always stop and admire the murals or graffiti on the walls of the buildings outside the Qz., you always complained when your dad would pick you up and continue to walk, mumbling grumpily about how they couldn't stay for long. 

All you could do was give her an awkward smile; you weren't exactly sure what to say to that, feeling a little shy that she seemed to know so much about you already. Maria pulled off her gloves and stuffed them into her jacket pockets, giving you a small smile as she rubbed her hands together. “Why don't you go and pick out a few things?” 

Your eyes immediately lit up, and your hands slipped out of your jacket pockets. But your excitement was quick to fade, your voice soft, “I…but I don’t have anything to pay for it” 

Maria smiles and rests her arm on top of the checkout counter, leaning against it as she gives you a reassuring nod, waving you off, “Don’t worry, Tommy handled it already.” 

With those words of reassurance, you let yourself move towards one of the shelves, your eyes darting over everything as you tried to find something you wanted—which wasn't hard at all. If you could, you would have everything in the shop for yourself, but that wouldn't be fair for the others, and you're pretty sure the owner wouldn't like that. You carefully set back down the empty jar you assumed you put paint brushes in, glancing back at Maria. “So, um, where's the owner?” 

“Oh, Mrs Viviana spends her mornings in the church,” Maria hummed happily as she thought of the woman who owned the place. Maria grabbed the picture frame off the counter, her boots making a satisfying sound against the wood floors as she moved to stand by your side. She held out the picture frame so you could get a good look at it. The picture was a little sun faded, but you could clearly see two people who sat on the front steps of the shop; you assumed they were together by the way they held each other. You tilted your head slightly as you admired the picture. The woman, whom you had guessed to be Mrs Viviana, was looking at the camera with the biggest smile on her face, holding flowers in her hands. The man at her side had his arm wrapped around her, and unlike Mrs Viviana, he wasn't smiling at the camera. No, he was looking at her with the biggest smile on his lips. They looked so happy, so in love. 

“Her and her husband started the shop a few years back, they didn't want people's love for art to disappear, they said everyone needs a peaceful escape” Maria smiled sadly as she stared down at the picture, she looked at it as if she was missing something, a look you didn't seem to catch. 

“And they just keep this place unlocked?” you asked in disbelief. You couldn't imagine leaving such a beautiful place like this unlocked for the public to just walk in anytime they want. This place was so different from everything you knew, well, thought you knew at least. The little ‘shops’ that were in the Qz would get vandalized and stolen from all the time, leading to the self righteous asshole soldiers to go house to house, person to person, to search for the stolen items. They were never kind. 

“This place is very different from the Qz. We have rules here that people follow, and we have trust. We're not just a community, but also a family ....it's safe here." Maria's voice trailed off into a promising tone as she turned her head to look at you. You could see it in her eyes, her unsaid words, you're safe here. You knew she meant well, but you truly only felt safe at your dad's side, and well, he wasn't here. 

You cleared your throat and looked away from her and back down at the photo, with curiosity 

Brewing inside you. “Is her husband with her at church?” 

“No, Abraham sadly passed last year.” You felt your heart drop to your stomach at her words. Your eyes softened, and you watched as she moved to carefully place the picture frame back to its original place. You weren't sure what to say now, did you try to comfort her? Ellie always did say you were good at that. God, you really missed her. 

You didn't have to think about it much, your thoughts getting interrupted by the sound of Maria’s walkie-talkie going off. She quickly pulls it off her belt, bringing it up to her mouth as she answers. You turn to focus on the shelf, feeling a little awkward if you just stared at her. Maria sighs and rubs at her forehead after she replies to the walkie-talkie, looking back at you, “I'll be right back, I just have to handle this, okay?” 

“Don't worry, I promise not to run off.” You gave her a small smile and a reassuring nod, you didn't want to be the reason something got unresolved. She nodded, giving you one more unsure look before she stepped out, but you just smiled and playfully shooed her away with your hand. Once you heard the chime of the bell and the sound of the door closing, you walked towards the back of the shop. 

One of the tables had this sort of contraption on it, with a bunch of different color sewing threads and….honestly, you didn't know what the rest of it was, but it looked pretty! There was a closed door on the back wall, and you really wanted to know what was behind it. Your hand instinctively reached for the brown door handle, but you stopped yourself with a surprised gasp. Your other hand grabbed your wrist to stop yourself as you quickly looked around, not wanting to be caught snooping, despite already knowing you were alone in the shop. 

“How disrespectful,” you chastise yourself under your breath with a small pout, shaking your head softly as you move away from the door. You look up at the walls, admiring the paintings on the walls, all of them were in different styles, different stories, different colors, and yet they looked so perfect together. You couldn't help but get a little sad the longer you stared at it. The red was bright and everywhere it was untamed, and it reminded you of Ellie; the dark green was bold and surrounded the red and yellow, just like your dad. The yellow was bright, but it found a way to mix in well with both colors, so intertwined. 

You were quick to look and move away from the painting, but stopped in your tracks at the sight of the two cushioned chairs in the back corner, a small circular table between them with a few books on top. One was a bright suede pink with a lighter shade of pink throw pillow, the other was a dark suede green with a lighter shade of green throw pillow. The pink one looked more lived in, while the green one looked fairly new. Your face dropped when you realized why. 

You swallowed hard, your breath caught in your throat as you quickly looked away. It felt like you were overstepping in some way, stepping into a memory that isn't yours. You took one more glance at the chairs and painting before you turned around and returned to the front of the shop. Your heart was somehow heavier than it was before. 

After you picked out your few things, you decided to wait outside the shop, believing that the cold air would do you some good. You didn't have to wait for long, only a few minutes until maria was walking towards you, stopping at the bottom of the steps, “Find what you wanted?” 

You carefully walked down the few steps, not wanting to slip. You glance down at the 3 things you held carefully in your arms. One was a thick sketchbook, a pack of color pencils, and a watercolor palette with paint brushes. You smiled and nodded happily, “Yeah, I did, thank you.” 

Maria then showed you around a few more shops, introducing you to the owners and some of her close friends, the two of you have bumped into. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, and you couldn't help but smile at how they talked so happily about your uncle. It made you proud. Maria had to practically drag you away from the gossiping woman, a small smile on her face at how well you got along with them. 

Maria brought you back to the house that was given to you, Joel, and Ellie after another hour or so of running a few errands around the community. Your uncle and Maria were not comfortable with you staying alone at the house, and frankly, neither were you, so Maria helped you pack up the little things you had and left you to settle in their guest bedroom. You were okay with having some alone time, maria downstairs finishing up some paperwork before Uncle Tommy got home, so the three of you could spend the rest of the day together. 

You really liked the guest room, the bed was big, and the sheets were soft. There were pictures and posters of things you didn't recognize on the walls. You were sitting comfortably at the desk that was placed in front of the window. The white curtains were pulled back so you could get natural lighting as you sketched the view of what you saw outside the window. You didn't realize how fast the hours were going by, so caught up in your art. 

“There you are, sweetheart, you have a good day?” The sound of your uncle's voice pulled you out of your little world. You placed the gray colored pencil down on the wooden desk before turning your head to greet your uncle with a smile. You leaned back in the chair, thinking back on your day so far. “Yeah, Maria showed me around some more, everyone I have met so far has been really nice”. 

“That's good,” he hummed happily, leaning back against the desk as he looked down at what you were working on. He reached down to tilt the paper to the side to get a better look at it. “Looking good, we’ll have to hang this up once you're done.” 

You smiled big as you looked up at him, your voice hopeful as you asked, “On the fridge?”

“Yeah i think we can do that” he chuckled softly as he moved the paper back to how it was before he stood up straight, resting his hand on the back of your chair as he looked down at you with a understanding smile “We’re gonna leave in a few minutes to go to the town hall for dinner, we understand if your not up for it—we’ll bring you back a plate?” 

You thought about it for a few moments, it would be nice to stay and just continue to get lost in your art, but you wanted to meet more people, wanting to be more comfortable with the community. You closed your sketchbook and smiled up a your uncle, “No, I’d like to come with.” 

“Okay, well, come on then.” He motioned his head towards the door, squeezing your shoulder softly before making his way out of the room. You quickly clean up your colored pencils, putting them in the mason jar Maria gave you to use, before you stood up and moved to stand in front of the mirror that was on the dresser, nervously fixing your clothes and hair. “You got this,” you reassuringly whisper to yourself as you smile. You nodded confidently, mumbling the words again before quickly rushing after your uncle. 

“Do you think they are going to have bacon?” you asked hopefully, turning your head to the side to glance at Tommy and Maria, who were walking at your side. Tommy let out a hearty laugh at your words while Maria chuckled softly and shook her head, squeezing her husband's arm softly. The sun was setting as the three made their way to the town hall, Tommy walking between you and Maria, the snow crushing under their feet. 

“No, I'm sorry, sweetheart, that's more of a breakfast thing,” he got out between his chuckles, making you pout and stuff your hands back into your jacket pocket, hoping to warm them up. Your uncle had already gotten onto you about forgetting your mittens back at the house, and then Maria got onto him for doing the same thing, which caused you to giggle and playfully nudge your elbow into his side. 

“After you, ladies,” Tommy smiled as he held the door to the town hall for you and his wife. You smiled and thanked him before following after maria into the warm building. “Wow,” you muttered under your breath as your eyes scanned the large room, mostly all the tables were filled, laughter and talking filling the room. They had draped some Christmas lights around the room and a Christmas tree in the back corner. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of so many people in one place. 

“Come on, let's get in line.” Maria softly placed her hand on your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze when she noticed the slight panic on your face. You swallowed harshly before letting out a shaky breath. You nodded and did your best to muster up a smile as you followed her, squeezing your hands in your pockets as you tried to push down your nerves. You were quick to realize how popular Tommy and Maria were with how many times the three of you had been stopped on the way to the food line, despite your nerves, you greeted everyone with a smile and a sweet ‘nice to meet you. 

You also quickly realized that things travel fast in the community, almost everyone already knew that you were Tommy’s niece. By the time you did make it in line, your cheeks were sore from smiling so much and from the few times they were pinched. Tommy chuckled under his breath at the small pout on your lips, your hand softly rubbing your cheeks, but he was quick to hide it with a cough at the glare you sent him. “You could have warned me about the cheek pinchers.” 

“It’s a rite of passage at this point, sweetheart.” Tommy patted your back before reaching out to grab a plate after you. Despite your slight annoyance, you couldn't help but giggle at his words, imagining Ellie's reaction if those poor ladies tried to do that to her. You followed the married couple to a table once you got your dinner. They sat on one side while you sat on the other. You looked around the room as you sat down, noticing all the smiles. The conversation was light as the three of you ate, it was really just your uncle talking about his day while you and maria occasionally chimed in. 

“Tommy, Maria!” a cheerful voice interrupts the conversation. You put down your glass and glance up just in time to see who was approaching. Your breath hitched at the handsome smile that greeted you. He looked to be around your age, and he was tall and lean, with dirty blonde hair and the greenest eyes you have ever seen. You watched as he stopped at the table before continuing to speak, “I’m sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you know that we finished up the inventory list at the farm for the rest of the winter. I'll make sure to bring it tomorrow.” 

“It's alright, thank you for letting us know.” Maria smiled gratefully at him, watching as Rowan's eyes moved to yours before quickly looking away. Tommy swallowed before gently nudging you with his leg under the table to get your attention. You looked up from your plate, nervously fidgeting with your fork. Your uncle motions with his head towards Rowan. “Sweetheart, this is Rowan, he helps a lot at the farm, a natural he is—a real green thumb he is.” 

“More like taught from birth,” Rowan chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck, flustered from the praise. Really, his ‘natural talent’ was all because of his dad, who was also a farmer (and part of the council), and he taught him everything he knew. Rowan turned his head to look at you, smiling as he continued, his tone much softer with you, “It's nice to meet you.” 

“It's nice to meet you, too,” you smiled shyly as you looked up at him, his smile getting bigger as you locked eyes. He has such a pretty smile, you thought, you blinked a few times and quickly looked away from his face, hoping that no one noticed you totally checking him out. Roman chuckled and took a step back from the table, not looking away from you. “I’ll let you continue eating, I'll see you around.” 

“Oh, he’ll see you around, huh?” Tommy grumbled under his breath once Rowan was out of earshot, not appreciating how he looked at his niece. Maria slapped her husbands with a roll of her eyes before giving you a proud nod. “Look at that, a new friend already.” 

You chuckled and shook your head, smiling playfully as you teased “what do you mean, me and that group of old ladies are like bff’s already” Tommy chuckles and sets down his glass on the table, completely ignoring his coaster as he nodded in agreement “Oh yeah you fit right in that's for sure” 

You smiled brightly at your uncle's words as if you were being told ‘good job’. You really wanted to fit in here, you never did at the Qz, and the two people whom you felt like you could truly be yourself with—were gone. You try not to get lost in your thoughts as you listen along to the new conversation that sprouted, and you would chime in occasionally. 

The rest of the dinner was filled with laughter and smiles. You said your last goodbye to one of Tommy and Maria's friends before you followed them towards the exit, before you stepped out the door, you quickly looked behind you, feeling eyes on you. You only had a few seconds of eye contact with those pretty brown eyes before he got lost in the crowd of moving people, and you stepped out into the chilly night. 

“You could have saved us,” Ellie whispered as she took a step closer to you, blood seeping through her shirt and down her neck. Her arms bitten up. You didn’t know where you were, only that you could barely breathe. Ellie’s face turns into a look of hate as she screams at you, “Why didn’t you save us?” 

“You’re my daughter, you were supposed to be there.” Joel's raspy voice is heard from behind you, causing you to quickly turn around to face him, covering your mouth in horror at the sight of your bruised and beaten father. You quickly turned your head back to Ellie when you heard the shuffling of her Converse against the wooden floors as she moved closer to you. “Why weren’t you there!” 

“This is all your fault!” Joel screamed as he lifted his arm to point at you. You flinched and took a shaky step back. You whimpered weakly, shaking your head no as you opened your mouth to explain that it wasn’t your fault—that you would have saved them, but no words came out. You let out a choked-out sob when you noticed the bites that pierced through your dad’s jacket on his arms. You shook your head in disbelief and horror, stepping away from them as they moved closer to you, yelling and shouting that this was all your fault. 

Your back suddenly hit the wall, causing you to slide down the wooden wall, shaking your head in fear as their bloody hands started to reach out for you. “Please! Please stop!” you screamed until your voice was hoarse and your throat raw. You brought your knees to your chest as you covered your head from their screams and the sounds of dozens infected outside the walls of the empty cabin you were in, slamming themselves into the walls. You sobbed, between your choked-out gasps, “Make it stop!” 

A strangled gasp left your dry lips as your body surges forward, your brain showing you mercy and letting you wake up, no longer stuck in the nightmare—but now you were stuck in the reality. The sheets fell from your shoulders and now rested on your lap as you fully sat up. You stared out into the darkness of your room for a few moments, the panic stirring deep inside you as tears pricked at your eyes. You squeezed your eyes closed and rested your hand over your pounding heart as you tried to catch your breath, trying to shake away the memories of the nightmare. 

The walls felt like they were closing in around you, the blankets felt uncomfortable against your clammy skin, and you needed to get out of here. You quickly moved the blankets off your legs and quietly rushed over to your clothes you had neatly folded on top of the dresser, right next to the unopened letter Joel left you. Your hands were trembling, and your breathing was shaky as you changed, your vision blurred with tears as the screams echoed through your head like some sick and twisted alarm. 

You quietly slipped out of the house, closing the door behind you with a quiet click!. You didn't have a plan; you just continued to walk, focusing on anything but the ongoing battle going on in your mind. It wasn't completely dark, not with the moonlight and Christmas lights and the light fog. It was cold, it was nipping at your face, but you didn't seem to feel it—you felt numb. 

You didn't know where you were going, your feet were moving faster than your brain was. Nightmares weren't new to you, you had had your fair share of them—Ellie said it was because your heart was too soft, that you couldn't just forget things and move on, so you let it stay with you. Your dad was alway there to help you when you woke up in a panic, either by talking about random things to distract you until you fell back asleep (ellie said it was really just him boring you to sleep) or he’d listen as you talked bout it, finding a way to help you with it—but he wasn't here to do that. 

You felt too guilty to wake up Tommy and Maria, they have been trying so hard all day to make sure you felt comfortable—you didn't want to bother them. The sound of the snow crunching under your feet and the whistling of the wind was soothing in a way; it gave you something to listen to. You had an idea where you were, the side wall of the community. You squinted your eyes and looked around, you could barely see anything. What could go wrong? You thought to yourself with a small shrug. 

You look around yourself one more time before you place your mitten-covered hand on the wood railing, before you start to carefully make your way up the wooden staircase. The chill of the wind got worse the higher you went, but you didn't care. You quickly stuffed your hands back into your jacket pocket as you finally made it to the top. You slowly walked over to the edge of the wall, biting your lip anxiously as you looked over the edge, gasping at the sight “Oh my fuck” 

“It’s pretty high up, huh?” You quickly whipped around at the unfamiliar voice, completely startled at the sudden presence of another person. You took a few steps away from the edge of the wall. You didn't want to be dramatic, but the first thought that popped up in your head was the stranger tossing you over. That's kinda sad, that was your first thought… The stranger made no move to move closer to you, seeing the frightened look on your face. 

“Oh—Hi! What are you doing here?” The stranger's eyes widened slightly, surprised at how you quickly went from a sweet tone to a wary tone. You looked him up and down. He was taller than you, his black hair had a few snowflakes in it, but other than that, it looked perfect. He was wearing all black—it looked good on him, wait, what? You noticed the binoculars in his hands, so you quickly looked back at his face, his cheeks were rosy from the cold, and his eyes—Wait, those eyes ... 

“I could ask you the same thing,” he was quick to retort. You watched as he raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms across his chest. You felt a little flustered under his unwavering gaze as he looked at you up and down. You were wearing jeans, they flared a little at the bottom, the hem resting on top of your boots, your jacket was a dark green, your hair was slightly messy with some snowflakes in it. He could tell that you were cold, slightly shivering, your pink mittens out to see as you rubbed your arms to warm them up. You were pretty. He decided to answer your question, noticing how tense you were, “I’m on wall duty—I’m Jesse by the way” 

You took a few steps towards him, sticking your hand out politely for him to shake, just like your dad taught you, as you introduced yourself to him. Jesse chuckles and takes your hand into his, shaking it softly before he lets go. He knew who you were already, but he didn't want to creep you out. “It's nice to finally meet the talk of the town.” 

“That’s me,” you smiled awkwardly, not exactly knowing what to say, you brought your hand up to shyly cover your cheeks, hoping to warm them up as you averted your gaze from him, looking out past the wall. You weren't really able to see much through the fog and light snowfall. Jesse leaned against the wall as he watched you closely, clearly seeing the troubled look on your face. “So you wanna talk about it?” 

“Why you're up so late, willingly freezing your ass off up here?” Jesse starts to explain further after you turn your head to him, a cute look of confusion on your face. But that look was quickly changed to a look of avoidance, he watches as you avert your gaze from him, your hands nervously fidgeting with your jacket sleeves. Jesse continues thoughtfully, “It might help to talk about it to a stranger.” 

You quickly thought of the positives and negatives of telling him, and like he said, he is a stranger; there wasn't room for him to judge you. Plus, it always helps whenever you talk to your dad and Ellie about it. You swallowed hard before quickly turning your body towards him, surprising him slightly at the sudden movement. You looked at him straight in the eyes as you confessed, “I had a nightmare…about my dad and ellie. They died—and it was all my fault.” 

His expression softened at your words, watching as your eyes started to water. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them, more panicked than the last “I wasn't there to save them, and they blamed me for it—it’s all my fault” 

Jesse frowned, shaking his head softly at your guilty and panicked tone. He could practically see the gears turning in your head, most likely coming up with more reasons on why it was your fault. He has had his fair share of night terrors over the years, he knew the guilt you were feeling too damn well. His voice was husky but promising, “They will be back soon, and you're probably going to think all your worrying was silly because they are going to be just fine.” 

‘They are going to be just  fine.’ You really wanted to believe him, but you just couldn't, you have been out there, you know what could happen. Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to stop yourself from crying in front of him. You shook your head, whispering weakly, “You don't know that.” 

“Don't do that to yourself.” he took a step closer to you, watching as you swallowed harshly and turned to face the wall, wiping away the few tears that escaped. The small sting of the cold wind hitting your face was a welcome feeling. Jesse sighed as he turned to face the wall, looking out at the mountains. “Your mind is only playing a trick on you to scare you even more.” 

He watched out of the corner of his eye as you stood there silently, your shoulders tense. The wind was blowing your hair in front of your face, hiding your teary eyes from him. He stayed there silently with you, he didn't know what else to say to comfort you—and he definitely wasn't going to tell you to stop crying and go back home. So instead, he’d stay by your side; it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. 

The two of you just stood there in silence for a few moments, just listening to the wind and watching the snow fall. You wondered if somewhere out there, your dad and Ellie were watching the snowfall. It was late, so it was probably just your dad watching—Ellie passed out. You always loved to watch the snow fall, you wondered if your dad thought of you when he saw it. 

You let out a heavy sigh, your breath visible in the cold air, you crossed your arms across your chest, your hands squeezing your upper arm—wanting a reassuring touch. You weren't stupid, you knew he could be right, your mind was either playing tricks on you—taking advantage of your fears, or it was your gut telling you something was wrong, or was going to happen. Why did they have to leave me? You thought to yourself with a sniffle. You were a good shot, you listened and paid attention, you knew you could talk a lot, or get really queasy at the sight of blood—or like anything gross, but was that really a big enough reason to leave you behind? 

You didn't like this feeling—doubting yourself. 

“They left me here.” You finally broke the silence, your voice was so soft Jesse almost didn't hear you. He removed the binoculars from his eyes and turned his head to look at you. Your eyebrows were pitched up as you tried to come up with the words; it wasn't easy, and that was a shocker because you loved talking. “With no goodbye, they just left.” 

“Was I a burden this whole time? Did they not trust me enough?” you sniffled, bringing your hand up to rub at your nose, the cold starting to get at it. Your thoughts felt like they were slowly picking at your sanity, at that wall that protected you from the dark side of your imagination. His fingers clenched around the black binoculars, he could practically see your mind jump from conclusion to conclusion. Jesse cleared his throat and held the binoculars for you. “Here, take these.” 

You narrow your eyes in confusion but take them into your hands nonetheless. Jesse wasn't sure how to comfort you, but he could try to give you a different outlook on it. He looked up at the sky, pointing up. “You see that?” 

You let out a heavy breath before bringing them up to your eyes, blinking a few times before looking up at where Jesse was pointing. “Wow,” you muttered under your breath as you looked up in awe at the beautiful and bright cluster of stars that you had never seen before. The stars and moon were something you had always loved to admire, you had begged your dad for a book about the stars—he never was able to find one. ( he looked very hard for it—he had hated to disappoint you ) 

“You see those stars? That’s Pleiades, also known as the seven sisters,” Jesse hummed as he rubbed his hands together, hoping to warm them up. You pulled the binoculars away from your eyes, turning your head to look at Jesse in wonder, hoping that he’d explain it more. “Seven sisters?” 

“They are the daughters of the mighty titan Atlas and the oceanid nymph Pleione. Atlas was forced to hold up the sky for eternity—so he couldn't be there to protect them from the hunter Orion, who wanted to harm them. So Zeus turned the sisters into stars to protect them,” he retold the tale as best as he could remember. You listened attentively to his every word. Jesse blushed shyly at the awestruck look you gave him. He cleared his throat and continued much more airily, “But that’s really only one version of the myth.” 

You turned your head back towards the stars, bringing the binoculars back up to your eyes, your own theories of the myth running through your head. What happened to Orion? Did the sisters want to be stars? You are leaning more to the idea that they wanted to; you wouldn't want to be so far from your dad for eternity. He watched your side profile, your nose was scrunched up cutely, your breath was visible in the cold air, and your hair was moving in tandem with the wind. 

“He wanted to protect his daughters….just like your dad.” 

You slowly lower the binoculars from your eyes, looking down at your boots with a small sigh, fidgeting with the strap of the binoculars. You opened your mouth to say something, but couldn't push yourself to break the silence—you couldn't even push yourself to think harder on his words. It was easier to blame than forgive, wise words from your dad. I bet he didn't know that would come back to kick him in the ass. 

You have had enough of wallowing in your emotions, you needed a distraction ( another one ). You cleared your throat and scrunched up your nose as you turned to look at him, offering him a weak smile. “You, umm, have any more star facts? I don’t think I’m ready to head back yet.” 

“Yeah, I think I have a few up my sleeve,” he chucked a half-smile ghosted across his lips, he knew what you were doing—avoidance. He held his hand out for the binoculars, which you placed in his glove-covered palm. You watched him with a smile as he looked for the next star to show you, turning to face you with a grin once he found the right one. The more he talked the more you found yourself forgetting about the reason why—in jesse’s words ‘why you’re up so late, willingly freezing your ass off’ 

𝓻oro's note. I’m sorry for how long this took to get out, it ended up way longer than I thought it was—and I wanted to post it on my Birthday!!🎈 ‘sunshine reader’ and yet i make the first chapter just filled with angst…i got carried away oops. I tried to focus a little on some world building for this chapter. And lets completely ignore the fact that i forgot to write tommy and Maria telling sunshine that Maria is pregnant 😭 Also, Tommy and Maria showing sunshine what real love is AUGH 💔 pls pls pls tell me what you guys think and what you would like to see happen next 🤲🏻

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . satoru gojo fucking you while driving his expensive car? danger has never felt so good.

18+ MDNI, request here

“shit—baby stop fuckin’ moving” satoru hisses, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. this might just be the dumbest thing he’d ever agreed to do. 

satoru gojo is certainly not one to deny a crazy idea—he’s always up for a good time. but this? riding him while he drives you around the city in his very expensive blue, nissan skyline r34 gt-r? this is fucking insane. 

you weren’t the one to blame. he was. when he walked out of your shared bedroom after a shower wearing nothing but grey sweats and a black compression shirt? oh you were fucked. so fucked. any logical, rational thoughts you had, instantly flew out of your mind, leaving you wet, needy and begging for his cock. this was what you called, ‘the gojo effect’. 

gojo was buried deep inside you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and a hand gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. your head was buried in the crook of his neck, trembling legs barely straddling his wide frame. you were cruisin’ through the city late at night, driving way over the legal speed limit while taking your boyfriend's cock. how romantic. 

“ ‘toru.. please let me move” you whine softly into the warm skin of his neck. he only let you move your hips at traffic lights—deeming it too ‘dangerous’ to fuck him while he drove. gojo was more than confident in his skills, and could easily drive while you bounced on his cock, but this is satoru gojo after all—he liked to fuck with you before he gave you what you wanted.

“no baby ‘s not safe. next red light, yeah?” he replies rather breathlessly, strengthening his already tight grip around your waist—tight enough to prevent any slight movement or shift. this insane setup might have been your idea, but make no mistake—he was going to do this his way.

you clenched around him tightly, relishing in the pleasurable fullness you felt from his cock. but having to wait for a red light? it was fucking frustrating.

“fuck you” you whisper against his skin, balling your fist against his chest. he was so mean. 

“what was that princess?” he muses, voice playful. before you get a chance to answer, you feel the car slow to a stop. finally. you must have hit a red light.

“hurry up, move those hips baby, i’d say you only have a few minutes.” gojo chuckles at how eagerly you begin bouncing up and down his cock, head swinging back to check the color of the light every couple of seconds. 

you move your hips up and down as quickly as you can, moaning and throwing your head back every time his tip hits your cervix—gojo wasn’t thick, but he made up for that in length.

“fuck—keep going, jus’ like that” gojo groans, and you feel him physically tense under you from pleasure. he leans back in his seat, eyes fluttering shut. his thin, frameless sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose, revealing his long, white eyelashes. 

you giggle at how easily gojo gives into pleasure—how easy he is to please. the light quickly turns green, and gojo’s eyes snap open, sky-blue orbs instantly meeting your gaze. 

“eyes on the road, satoru” you whisper sweetly, pushing his head away from yours to face the road. gojo lets out a deep chuckle, but follows your command without hesitation, hitting the gas pedal like there's no tomorrow—going from zero to a hundred in mere seconds. 

except this time, satoru didn’t stop you from bouncing on his cock while he drove. now, it was your turn to fuck with him.

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long distance boyfriend ino furiously tugging at his cock while scrolling through photos of you on his phone from when you came to visit.

they’re not even lewd photos, not all of them at least. sure, there’s the odd pic he took while you were on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, or there’s that one photo he took while fucking into you from behind, of his hand pressing you into the most pretty arch in the world.

but the rest are just… normal! selfies of you pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, his eyes crinkled as he flashes the most goofy smile in the world. candid photos of you on dates, sitting across from him or with your hand in his while you do something as simple as sip at your drink.

he just loves you so much :( there might be nothing you could do that wouldn’t get his dick hard, and while he strokes his veiny cock and looks at photo after photo of your pretty face he starts to tear up because he misses you and he loves you so much and he would do anything to sink inside of you again but you’re so far away :(((

until you call him! facetime him even, and he’s too dumb on lust to decline and call you back after, so he answers with eyes full of tears and his cock in his hand and his balls tightening and the second your beautiful smile graces his screen he’s cumming alllll over it!!

and you just sigh, “again, takuma? really??”

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street racer sukuna x fem!reader

streetracer!sukuna is arrogant and cocky for a reason. he knows he's the best and no one can compare to him when it comes to being the fastest.

streetracer!sukuna has had a few run ins with the police here and there for speeding ofc and reckless driving, but he has enough money to pay off the tickets. the police have gotten so many complaints about him that they are on a first-name basis with him, but sukuna has always managed to get out of trouble with them

streetracer!sukuna may seem like the biggest fuckboy but finds hooking up and relationships to be a waste of time. he doesn't know why he has a reputation of being a fuckboy when he hasn't been with a lot of girls. why would he spend his money on flowers and date nights when he can use it to buy parts for his car?

streetracer!sukuna drives 2 different cars - the car he often uses for racing is his custom-wrapped burgundy red supra mk5, modded to the gods. the other one is his daily car, a black gt4 that is his baby. both of his cars are unique and anyone knows that the dark red supra is his.

streetracer!sukuna is wealthy enough as it is, but with all he races he's won, he's able to provide himself without his family's money. his parents wanted him to take over as he's the oldest but refused to do so, feeling that his calling in life was not being in suits and meetings all day. his parents aren't happy with the career he chose but they support him by giving him a huge monthly allowance.

streetracer!sukuna met you for the first time at a gala he was forced to go to in place of his father. he was getting annoyed of the other guests asking when he'll be working with his father over and over again so he took off to an empty part of the building, hoping to relax before he goes back in again. sukuna loosens tie and opens the door that leads to the balcony, not expecting to see a lady already there. "oh sorry I didn't know someone was here already."

"oh no don't worry, I was just about to leave," you reassure him and smiled. sukuna sighs and walks over to the spot beside you, resting his arms on the top of the balcony railing. "you don't have to leave. did you come out for a breather too?"

you nodded, "yeah a little. it's my first time going to a gala and I wasn't expecting it to be so..."

"snobby? pretentious? all of the above?" he butts in, his interruption earning a laugh from you. "yeah just a little."

both of you kept quiet for a bit when sukuna speaks up to introduce himself and you reciprocate the action. he's silently glad that you don't know him, either through his family or as the reckless street racer. he ended up staying with you longer than expected but he wanted to continue getting to know so he asks for your number before heading back to the gala.

streetracer!sukuna usually spends his friday and saturday nights driving around when he's not racing. usually he cruises with gojo and geto, but sometimes sukuna prefers the silence of being by himself. he's used to it now though, often choosing to race with no passengers compared to the other racers.

streetracer!sukuna finds himself wanting your company after meeting you at the gala. with races taking place at night, sukuna likes that he has the daytime to meet with you. whether that was picking you up from work or taking you out to a breakfast date, sukuna is always wanting to spend time with you somehow.

streetracer!sukuna is uncharacteristically bashful when you ask him about racing and his cars. he usually loves talking about it and always brags about his cars whenever he gets the chance but when it came to you, he has a hard time. (it's because he's worried you'll think he's living a dangerous and irresponsible life and if it was anyone else he wouldn't care but you're the first person whose opinion he cares about). he makes sure to only tells you half-truths when you question him about racing - yes he goes fast (and has crashed into road barriers), yes the police have stopped him a couple times (he's been arrested a couple of times but is released the day after). he cares about how you perceive him so he tries to not inform you of the dangers he experiences with the career he's in.

streetracer!sukuna usually drives fast but when you're in the passenger seat, he is not going any more than 10 above the speed limit. he's a professional racer so he's used to driving at high speeds but he doesn't want to risk anything with you in the car. sometimes you'll ask him to do a pull which he reluctantly agrees to, but he doesn't even try to reach the red line. he knows his cars well but he thinks about the off-chance that something could go wrong.

streetracer!sukuna is elated that you don't judge him for what he does for a living. he knows that it's a non-traditional job and it can be unstable but for sukuna, it's a lucrative occupation. he asks you often to come with him during races with a large prize because he says you're his lucky charm, he actually just wants to show off. ever since you got together, he's earned more than enough for the both of you to live very comfortably.

streetracer!sukuna only lets you drive his car. word spread around that someone that's not sukuna was in the driver's seat of his supra AND his gt4, and even some of the guys texted sukuna to see if it was true. he asked you first if he can tell them that you guys are together, and immediately said yes when you let him. to confirm everyone's suspicions, sukuna posts on his instagram a photo of his cars side by side with you sitting down on the hood of the gt4 posing cutely with the caption "everything I love". it's the only picture that he has pinned on his profile (yess we love a king who shows off his girl)

streetracer!sukuna is the epitome of gentle giant to you. everyone knows him as the intimidating tall racer who has a resting bitch face and does not like talking to anyone, but he's such a giant softie when he's with you. when you're beside him, all of a sudden he's smiling and doesn't look like he wants to murder someone. other racers only come up to sukuna when you're with him because you force sukuna to be nice and actually talk to them (they're thankful for you).

streetracer!sukuna is 2 words - THE CLINGIEST! because he races at night and when he hasn't seen you for a long time (1 day), he'll come over to your place and sleep over. he doesn't care if he has to drive to the other side of the city to do so, he wants to see you now. he gets grumpy if he doesn't feel you in his arms when he wakes up. mans just wants to wake up being cuddled and who can blame him

streetracer!sukuna was insanely nervous when he met your parents. he wasn't worried when you met his because he knew that they would love you (spoiler alert they do), but his palms were sweating when you said your parents wanted to meet him. he knows that his appearance is not the most conventional with his pink hair and tattoos all over his body, especially his face. he wanted to make a good impression so he opted to went to his mom to get help for his outfit and how to impress your parents. his mom thank you after he left because she never thought she'd see the day her son son would willingly wear a shirt with a collar.

streetracer!sukuna contemplates if he should stop racing when he misjudged the distance of the car when he was trying to take over and got into a really bad crash. he recovered quickly and is fine now, but the image of you crying at his bedside wouldn't leave his head. he knows you want to be supportive but he notices how hesitant you get when he tells you he has a race. he would do anything for you, even if it that means giving up his dream so that you could have a peace of mind.

streetracer!sukuna loves you unapologetically. he's never met anyone so encouraging and so patient with him, and he would be the world's biggest idiot if he fumbles you. he doesn't care if anyone calls him a simp for prioritizing you first above all else, he loves you too much to care about being name called. he knows you deserve the world and does his best to give you so, treating and spoiling you with whatever you desire. he's never going to let you go, and he doesn't care what anyone thinks because he knows that you're his endgame.

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I wanna make a smau for this but like idk if I should, what do you guys think? again, not proofread hehe

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shiu eating you out in higuruma’s office an hour after the finalization of your divorce — and he’s fucking hungry. starved, even.

on a couch that is incredibly squeaky for what hiromi mentioned was new furniture in a new building, your knees hook over the leather arm where your feet dangle off the edge. shiu’s on his knees in front of you, squeezing your calves as licks up and down. and somehow, the possibility of hiromi walking in (as he takes a call on the other side of the door) seems to only spur him on.

his thumb swipes over the head of his cock, fumbling in his slacks at the same time he’s pulling your clit between his lips and sucking like a man who’s spent too long in the dark and is finally stepping into the sun, desperate to feel its warmth on his skin.

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GULLLLPP

❝ BRAT TAMING (GONE WRONG) ! ❞

☆ featuring. sukuna ryomen.

☆ warnings. explicit content (mdni), foul language, impact play, spanking, double penetration, edging, biting, masochism undertones, degrading, daddy kink, thigh riding, delayed orgasm, degradation (sukuna calls you mean names), belly bulge, afab!reader.

☆ rena's note. vegas told me to post again before the month ends…

you were a force to be reckoned with, and sukuna ryomen had absolutely no idea what to do with you.

for starters, you had a smart mouth on you. he’d call you a brat consistently, and you never seemed to prove him otherwise. always starting arguments over petty matters, having random tantrums over lack of attention– as if he wasn’t busy enough being the king of fucking curses– and opting for silent treatment whenever he failed to play mind reader.

over a course of time, he noticed you did most of these things because you were a slut. at the end of the day, the end goal behind your childish episodes was simply to gain his attention. you loved to piss him off and make him lose his patience, because you knew he’d snap and pin your knees to your ears, pounding ruthlessly into you until you begged him to stop.

only. . . you wouldn’t. you don’t ever beg him to stop– in fact, you encourage him to discipline you further, getting off on the brutality he inflicts on you.

you were a fucking freak, and sukuna had no idea how to handle you.

“what are ya– fuckin’ stupid?” he sneers, a rough pair of hands gripping at the flesh of your hips as he pounds into your holes. you squeeze him tightly, both your cunt and ass, all greedily as if you depended off his dick to breathe.

you moan lewdly in response, your hands groping your tits as you tighten your ankles around his neck. tears stream down your cheeks, eyes all dazed and misty, and drool leaks past your parted lips. you were snivelling, onto your fifth orgasm of the night, and yet, no matter the position or pace he set, he failed to shake the dopey smile on your face.

with one hand wrapped tightly around your neck, he grips at the column, fingernails lightly tearing the thin skin and drawing blood, “i fuckin’ asked you a question–” he snaps his hips balls deep into both your holes and you jerk from the harsh thrust. you squeal, body seizing as you feel the tip of his cocks rubbing against the same linen of muscle.

he smirks at your reaction, repeating the same motions to draw out the same reaction. your smile faltered, in favour of gasping while he knocked the wind out of you, pinching and twisting at your swollen nipples brutally.

“i expect an answer. you had a lot ‘ta say earlier when you were runnin’ yer mouth– where’s the bark now, huh?” sukuna taunts further, and he swears he’s finally got you. your back arches off the mattress as you’re stuffed to the brim– his cum trickles out of both your pussy and ass, your entrances completely wrecked from brutal thrusts. 

“ryooo!” you mewl, removing your hands from your breast to rest them around his hips. he cocks a brow at you, and when he feels a sudden pressure around his waist, he realises you’re guiding him to ruin you. you push and pull, your cunt gushing as it echoes wanton squelches from the mixture of fluids between you both. 

“oh m’god– ‘m sooo close, f-fuck, keep goin’, puh-please!” you babble on, your words slurred as your eyes roll to the back of your head. your jaw is slackened and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, panting like a dog in heat, and sukuna feels a vein in his head throb in annoyance.

“you fuckin’ whore.” he spits, his fourth hand coming in contact with your cheek roughly. your face jerks to the side, cheek stinging and ears ringing loudly. it was a rough and heavy blow, one that would definitely leave a mark of his superiority on you. he grins when you whine from the brutality, tears streaming quicker down your fucked out face.

you’re snivelling and wailing, but to rub more salt on the wound, sukuna realises you came. both your cunt and ass clenches down on his dicks, muscles contracting as you tremble beneath him, spraying his lap and bed in your juices. 

you twitch and chant his name like a mantra, brainless and stupid, as you claw and scratch at any surface beneath you. he never lets up his pace, because despite being bratty, you were still his and he was going to give you a damn good orgasm– even if he was utterly annoyed. 

your pussy kegels, clamping ferociously down his shaft whenever he attempts to pull out, as if terrified he’s going to slip out. at this rate, you’re so fucking wet that he might, but you make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. you’ve got a bulge at the bottom of your belly where he can make out the shape of his dick, your frame so tiny compared to his that you look like you’ll fucking break.

you pant, skin flushed and moist from excessive sweating and saliva, and sukuna clenches his hand around your throat tighter. your pupils dilate as you remove a hand from your hips to rest at the hand around your neck, and you’ve got the most lovesick look in your eyes.

“hey. . . why’d you s-stop?”

yeah, there was simply no winning with you, he realises bitterly as he pulls out of you.

on other days, when you act out of line and question his authority, he sits you on a thick leg, pulls your skirt down and spanks you. it’s old fashioned, maybe, but sukuna was an old fashioned man. there was only so much beating one could take before they could surrender and apologise for their bad behaviour, right?

oh, how wrong he was.

he has you counting each blow delivered to the planes of your ass, and restarts whenever you forget what number you’re at. it’s when he’s on his fourth set of starting over from zero– mind you, he’s reached over eighty countless times– that he realises your panties are soaked and you’re grinding down on his thigh.

your tiny arms loop around his neck as your back dips into a curve, rutting your hips over his leg. as you attempt to run from the stinging pain on your ass, you drag your clit forward and moan all filthily into his ears– it almost feels mockingly. he feels your drool leak onto his collarbone, your breath hot and moist against his jugular, and his body betrays him most when he feels his dicks twitch against his thighs.

“brat.” he snarls once he picks up on what you’re doing, and a hand flies up to grip your hair. your head is now pulled away from his neck, eyes staring up at the ceiling as your cheeks swarm with hot tears. your skin is flushed and a mess of fluids, and yet, sukuna doesn’t think he’s seen you any prettier than now.

he glances down at your ass, all red from the consistent abuse and scratch marks carving into your skin, and when he looks even further down, he notices the growing patch of dampness at his pants. you were truly getting off on this, in true brat fashion, your cunt leaving traces of your sluttiness all over him.

he bounces his leg, and when you jolt, squealing from the sudden stimulation, he gets an idea. he continues to bounce his leg beneath you as you grind even harder down his lap, your fingernails clawing at his trapezius. you cry out his name when he spanks your ass blow after blow, opting to push yet pull away from the pain by humping his leg.

with all of these stimulations accumulating, he’s certain you’re bound to cum soon. he can read you like an open book, your body language telling him everything he needs to know– from the way you tend to claw at his skin, or the mini stutters of your hips, or the throbbing of your clit pulsating against his thigh.

“kunaaa– ngh, shit, ‘s so good~!” you whimper, voice breathless and scratchy. he tugs harder at your hair and you moan even louder, hands sliding down his shoulders to his chest. he winces when your fingers brush over his erect nipples, and spanks you harder for that.

naturally, it only eggs you on.

“you just don’t listen, do ya?” sukuna growls, nuzzling into your exposed neck to plunge his fangs into your supple flesh. he bites at your jugular, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh deep enough to draw blood. “the fuck i gotta do to get it through yer brainless head?”

you choke at the rush of pain, jolts of electricity running down your spine. adrenaline rushes through your veins as the abuse sits in your tummy in a form of a knot, ready to break at any moment. your clit leaked as you profusely hump thick and bouncing muscles, the mounds of your ass prickling from multiple blows, the dull throb at your skull making your ears ring and the teeth sunk into your skin so painful, it shot straight to your core.

your gut tightens, and you know you’re bound to release. “f-fuuckk, daddy– yesyesyes, needa cum! ‘m gonna–” 

and like the cruel man he is, sukuna stops. you’re at the end of the finish line, a foot about to cross, and he pulls you back. he watches with a sinister smile as he halts his movements, and you’re still, mouth agape and eyelids shut tight. your entire body contracts as it registers he’s interrupted you. 

“what was that?” he chuckles darkly at your quietness. you’re holding your breath back, and the utter irony of it all makes him cocky. he’s finally done it– he’s disciplined you to the point that your brain stopped functioning from the lack of attention your body’s receiving.

however, fate plays a funny game when he instinctively slaps your ass. it hadn’t meant to come off as intense or rough, simply to mock your state of mind. he hadn’t realised that was the final push you needed to erupt a wail on top of him, your body quivering as it released litres of your arousal all over him.

he watches, completely baffled as you cream over his lap, fingernails digging into his skin as you arch your chest into his. fat tears decorate your flushed cheeks, and trickle down your neck and slide to your chest. you subconsciously grind once more onto him, dragging out the high before it runs out, that stupid smile etched back onto your plump lips.

time seems to still for sukuna as he observes your delayed orgasm, your moans intertwining with your giggles– and suddenly he thinks you’re the cruel one, cheeks split as you grin hard, “hooolyyy fuck!” 

you were a force to be reckoned with, and once more, sukuna ryomen had absolutely no idea what to do with you.

don’t look at me.

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okay word! OKAY okay…

gojo likes watching porn.

not in that weird, pervy way— actually, let’s retract that statement. he doesn’t watch it to fuck his fist to the girls getting dicked down by some scrawny guy.

he uses it as a reference.

oddly enough, he gets aroused by the thought of doing it to you. he memorizes the way the girl’s legs were pushed up to her chest, the pillow placed below her lower back, the angle the guy was hitting it from… he just can’t wait to try it out with you.

gojo follows his usual routine— stuffing two fingers up your wet cunt and swirling them around in that torturous circular movement that had you squirming in seconds, squelching noises almost becoming louder than your own moans before shoving his dick into your needy hole.

his hands wrap around the back of your knees, spreading your legs just enough for him to slot himself in between them. the small tuft of hair at the base of his cock brushes against your swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves with every move of his hips, each thrust carefully thought out to maximize your pleasure. the tip of his cock constantly pushes against your g-spot, brushing against your cervix and causing you to gush all over him.

gojo’s never heard you moan this loud before— and neither has he felt you squeeze around him so good.

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read all four parts. need him NEOW

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s instantly intrigued the first time you two meet. You were passing behind him when you noticed that he’s suffering from a knot in his shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to offer your help even with the evident scowl on his face.

“Can I touch you?” You asked politely with those innocent eyes. How dare he say no to that?

He nods timidly, inhaling a bit when he felt your fingers press onto his skin. You added pressure to deviate the tension on his muscles with such ease that even the current doctor can’t do.

“There, all done!” You smiled at him and walked away as if nothing happened.

He can’t get you out of his mind after that.

boxer!sukuna who learned that you were the new lead doctor of his agency. He’s so confused when you look so unfazed when examining him. The man was 6’8 and made out of muscle, yet you look at him like it’s normal for you to see his men like him all the time. He wants to change that.

boxer!sukuna who intentionally makes himself lose during training and sparring sessions just to have an excuse to see you more.

“You can’t keep doing this Sukuna.” You’re pissed, he can tell by the tone of your voice.

“Doing what?”

“Your next fight’s coming up. You can’t keep getting hurt. I thought you were the best boxer?”

“You distract me when you watch me fight, baby.”

“Don’t do that too.” He raised a brow at your statement.

“I’m your doctor ‘kuna, you can’t flirt with me.”

Then maybe you shouldn’t give me a nickname, he wants to say.

“Can’t help it doc, you’re too pretty.”

boxer!sukuna who going to give his PR team a headache, and the HR a disaster because his interest in you isn’t going away any time soon.

boxer!sukuna who watches you like a hawk when you examine other boxers. He thinks you look so cute when you’re extremely focused. Though sometimes, his jealously streak kicks in. He wants you to focus on him and only him.

boxer!sukuna who flirts with you non-stop even if you try to push him away. He believes that fate brought you to him that day you two met. The poor man is stage five in lovesickness.

boxer!sukuna who’s now suffering from an injury from his last fight that his vision started to become a little blurry. He still won but everyone rushed to attend to him backstage. You in particular, were very worried. Unfortunately, it looks like he needed to be taken to a hospital.

“Don’t pass out on me Sukuna.” Your palm felt so warm and comforting on his cheek.

“If I survive this, let me take you out on a date.” He managed to grin.

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

He’ll take that as a yes.

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aweeeee <3 he’s getting pregnant tonight

feed back and reblogs are always appreciated my girliees <333

virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

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for @miscellaneous-misty

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like oh….OH.

jerking businessman!nanami off at his desk while he works because everything has been so monotonous and boring and you're just trying to give your coworker a little bit of reprieve from a hard day at work. he's been so short with you lately that you figured a little TLC might soothe his temper.

you're sitting beside him, pretending to go over his papers with him in case someone happens to peer in through his office door. they'd see him slightly hunched, head tilted downwards in what they assume to be reverent dedication to his work.

but really he's just trying not to drool all over his paperwork. his lips are parted, eyes already glossy with all of his pent-up needs. it's been so long since he's cum—he's just been so busy and masturbating has always been a ritual of sorts to him that requires a clear mind. so every touch from you feels electric and he can see the smile on your face in his peripheral vision.

he's a leaking mess. he has no clue how he's supposed to explain the drools of pre-cum that are smeared all over the fly of his pants where you've hooked him out of them. maybe he'll go home sick. god who is he kidding he never calls in sick even that one time his temperature was—

"kento, stop thinking."

he blinks, and glances to you. god you're so pretty, sitting innocently as if your manicured fingers arent squeezing around his cock. he wonders what you'd feel like in other senses: how warm your mouth is, how inviting you'd be if he bent you over his desk and fucked you stupid as retribution for pulling this stunt. he'd make you walk around for the rest of the day with his cum leaking out of you.

the imagery is too much. his hips stutter upwards out of his desk chair and he's opening his mouth to warn you of his climax when you suddenly lean forwards and take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

he thinks he could die. warm like he had imagined, you swirl your tongue over his tip and draw out the most intense orgasm that kento has ever had in his boring life, right there in his office. the irony isn't lost on him, but he's too busy revelling in the way you hollow your cheeks out and swallow every last drop of the cum he gives you to care.

once you've milked him for all he has, you pull back and stand up to straighten out your clothes. you still look perfect, presentable and as gorgeous as he thought you were when you walked in this morning—god the last thing he thought he'd get from you today was his load down your throat.

you lean in, press a kiss to his lips that tastes more like himself than he's ever known himself to taste, and then take a step back to look him up and down.

"you should clean yourself up," you smile. "you're a mess, mr nanami."

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gremlin just like babykuna:

can you make a fic about babykuna being a mommys girl, like shes all soft and sweet and like a baby with mommy, and a little menace with her papa

the duality of miss babykuna must be studied. because with you, aka kunamama, aka the love of her little life, she is an angel. an absolute sweetheart.

she proudly parades around in the outfits you put together for her, giggling as she twirls in the mirror, her little voice echoing, "mama, we match!"

she shows you her good marks in school before showing them to anyone else, clutching the paper in her tiny hands as she beams up at you. "look, mama! i did so good! are you proud?"

she wisely sits next to you whenever you're getting ready—whether for a night out or just to bed—watching you with wide, adoring eyes. "mama, when i get big, i wanna be just like you."

your little angel.

but with dadkuna? aka kunapapa? aka ryomen sukuna?

…it’s like something demonic is awakened. like a switch is flipped.

"papa, you won’t believe what happened today."

sukuna barely glances up from his glass of whiskey, lounging on the couch with his arm lazily draped over the backrest. "yeah?"

"so there’s this girl in my coloring class?"

"mmhm?"

"she thinks she’s soooo cool," babykuna says, climbing up onto the couch beside him, crossing her little arms like a mob boss. “so i had to beat her.” sukuna quirks a brow. "oh?"

"yes." she grins—deviously. "she said her labubu was the best dressed in class. but i showed her mine and—" she claps her tiny hands together, cackling, "—she cried papa. she cried.”

sukuna takes a slow sip of his drink. "you made the mean girl cry by flexing your labubu?"

"yes." she tilts her chin up, victorious. sukuna smirks. "that’s my girl."

"i know," she replies, flicking her hair over her shoulder in the exact way she’s seen her papa do a hundred times. then she leans in, whispering, "also? guess who didn’t color inside the lines today?*"

"who?"

"the smartest boy in class."

"no way."

"yes way."

"and you?"

she smirks, eyes glinting like her father’s. "perfection, papa."

"that’s my fucking girl," sukuna grins, holding his palm up. babykuna slaps her tiny hand against his. it’s devil dad and devil daughter, thick as thieves. meanwhile, you stand in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the unholy alliance unfold.

"…is this what happens when i’m not around?" you deadpan.

"mama!" babykuna gasps, suddenly all sweetness again, running over to you and grabbing your hand. “papa said a bad word!” sukuna glares at her.

"you just called that kid a loser."

"*but you said the bad word, papa!"

sukuna groans, rubbing his temples. "you little traitor."

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making a movie with shiu + toji !! part two - part one

cw : pure smut, rude toji and sweet shiu, face/throat fucking, recording, sweaaattt, cunnilingus, smoking

“go ahead, girl. take toji’s cock out.”

“yeah, baby,” he runs a hand over himself, “take toji’s cock out.” his stupid, flirty tone and even speaking in third person, mocking shiu, makes you stupidly wet. you grind down onto the floor like a dog as you paw at the drawstring of the band before tugging it down with weak fingers. along with his boxers, his semi-hard on bobs carefully. so big, your mouth immediately dries. not even fully hard and he’s at least a good seven inches. trimmed, uncut, slightly leaky–he groans out of impatience. 

toji gives himself a good couple of strokes, it grows with every sight of his raw tip. “kiss it, baby.” he holds his length right to your mouth. “what? cat got y’er tongue? here, lemme help.” he lifts your chin up, “open.” 

you open your mouth, tongue lolling out a bit before he spits a thick wad onto it. “kiss it, look up. mouth open, pay attention, girl.” he’s so testy, keeping a big hand on your hair as he keeps straightening your head out to level out your mouth and his cock. fear and lust boil in your lower back and you, getting slicker by the second, aren’t sure if you should be scared or tranquil. 

your mouth and pink tongue practically melt around his salty tip. you press a wet, open kiss before sucking on his cockhead, closing your eyes to ease the anxiety in you. toji groans and holds your face before pushing his hips and feeling the sweet, hot wetness press around his length. it keeps going and going and going until your fingertips creep up onto his thighs to dig your nails into him, hoping he gets the message. 

“hands off, baby. jus’ open up, breathe.” your eyes prick with tears as he pushes himself down into your throat slowly but you obey, your hands curling into a fist on your thighs. “yeah, good girl knows how to listen, huh? i like that.” he lets a shaky, deep breath out when he finally rests himself in the depths of you. pulling himself back to get a fresh breath of air, gasping intensely away from the thick musk of toji. you’re greeted with a mix of open air and…cigarette smoke? you look over to the cameraman who's now blowing a good puff of smoke. you would’ve yelled at shiu for smoking in your home if it wasn’t for toji swiping his cock on your lips. you open back up for him and take him much easier now as he thoroughly fucks your mouth, your eyes pinching tightly again. he tastes great, manly and sweaty with a hint of his cologne lingering down. veins and skin decorating his cock. you’ve always wondered what the veins on his neck would feel like pressed up against your lips, god, or when he sweats from working so hard and it trickles down the bump below his ear, you wanna lick it off. 

the smoke gets stronger and you hear shiu’s voice, “open your eyes, babydoll. look at the camera, come on.” timidly, you wink an unsure eye open before looking up into the black lens crouched to your level, if it weren’t for your dazed and blurry sight, you’re sure you would’ve seen your stupid expression. all teary eyed and blushing with a stupidly big cock poking through your cheeks. “there she is, there’s my girl.” he gets back up and says something to toji, totally unaudiable to you. 

your mouth gets a few more pumps and without warning, he pulls out. pretty plump lips and drooly mouth gaped slightly as toji pulls his boxers up. finally resting until you're urged to get up. you’re sat on the couch, back pressed up to the cushions with your legs open. 

“mmm, poor girl. you’re soaking right through your shorts. toji, why don’t you help her?” shiu takes another puff and spews it out to the side when toji hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties and tears them right off. “nasty girl, you always this wet? or only around two older guys, huh?” so aggressive, but his touches are so soft. fingertips messing gently between your soppy folds and dewy hole. 

“i was touching myself and then you fucking called.” 

“oh, yeah? could’ve just gotten you off then and there from the phone.” 

you whine, bucking your hips from the lack of attention now. 

“christ,” shiu gets down on his knees, “who’s impatient now?” he keeps the camera focused on your glistening pussy in his right hand, taking quick inhales with his left. “pretty, pretty.” he mumbles, leaning down closer to your inner thighs before completely forgetting about the camera. toji now holds it up as shiu spreads you softly, making you moan slowly. he blows smoke right on your twitchy clit, watching it disappear into thin air. he leans in and presses a wet kiss onto your swollen bud. 

“mmm.” you push your cunt into his face and your heart jumps as he continues, making out sloppily with your pussy before even kissing you. his tongue running skilled strokes from your clit to your much attention-starved hole. teasing the tip of his tastebuds into you, groaning at the taste of your slick. 

toji takes his cigarette so he can properly love on you, his thick facial hair tickling your skin as he drools and sends butterflies to your stomach. 

“taste good, kong?” camera at the back of his dark hair.

“like fucking heaven, zenin.” shiu admires your sheeny folds after licking your heavenly slick from his lips. 

“gotta get in her.” he stands up, two men towering right over you.  “you want that, sweetheart? let us make you feel good?”

PT 3 COMING SOOONNNNN (hopefully)

masterlist , part one

taglist : @xoxo1mira (feel free to ask to be tagged!!!!)

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YEAAAAAAAHHH??

Toji fucking you while Shiu is on the phone because he just can’t help himself. You just make his him feel so good, why should he stop if it’s only his silly handler is calling?

You’re trying to say quiet as your boyfriend’s cock slams in and out of you from below, his hips doing all of the work for you; you tapped out a while ago after your 2nd or 3rd earth shattering orgasm. But how can you not whimper and moan pathetically when Toji is quite literally fucking you into a higher plain of existence?

Shiu can obviously hear all of this. He only called to tell Toji about a job he has for him, but was instantly met with the muffled sounds of your cries and pleas.

“T-Toji! H-hang up…” your voice is so broken, so whiny, both men can tell that you’re nearly past your limit.

“Hold on, doll,” Toji’s gruff voice crackles from the other end of Shiu’s phone, “just a quick call…”

“Fushiguro, this conversation can be held another—“

“Nah,” he interrupts his handler with a huff, “keep going.”

For a moment, Shiu isnt sure if Toji is talking to him or you, who is obviously falling apart on his cock. He only realizes it’s the former when another grunt of his name snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Well…you’ve got a hit for a client we’ve worked with before; a big one, and—“

Shiu stops when he hears a muffled gasp on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of choked out whimpers.

“Yeah?” Toji groans. “Which client?”

He’s currently got you under him now, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Each thrust of his cock perfectly reaches your abused g-spot, making it harder and harder for you to keep your moans hushed. What makes it even more difficult, although, is the fact that Toji’s smug face tells you that he knows this, so when you see one of his hands snake down to rub slow circles against your clit you know that this is all part of his plan.

“W-Well…the client from…” Shiu can barely catch his breath as he sits behind his desk, trying not to give in and palm his aching cock through his work slacks.

“What’s up, boss man?” Toji chuckles from the other end, “something on your mind?”

That sick son of a bitch. Shiu’s fist balls atop his desk, the hand holding his phone shaking slightly from how hard he’s gripping it. “Fushiguro,” he breathes out. He doesn’t have to say anything else, because the tone of his voice tells Toji all he needs to know.

“What? My girl’s pretty little sounds making you all flustered? Or is it the sound of her gushing around my cock?”

Shiu clears his throat, running a hand over his face. “You’re such a sick fuck,” he says.

“I’m the sick fuck?” Toji scoffs jovially. “You’re the one who’s still on the phone.”

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he’s so big tiger (i’m gonna jork his peanits) WHO SAID THAT

“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”

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pornstar!shiu who started out as your agent. he’d book your gigs, stand and watch with cigarette in hand as you were fucked on film for a fat check that he’d take a cut of.

pornstar!shiu who would take you out for celebratory drinks after landing larger acts—be it a shoot for a dirty magazine or a collaboration with the current biggest name in adult film. shiu is good at getting you in—and he doesn’t much mind watching your artwork either.

pornstar!shiu who helps you set up a secondary source of income: an onlyfans. he helps you garner an audience, set your prices and start looking for guest stars. he lines a few up, lets you pick from them and even pours them a drink when they come over to film. shiu lets you have privacy with these shoots, but insists on staying in the house just in case anything goes sideways: they never do, though. most of the guys you film with are put off by the look shiu gives them when they first walk in. mean.

pornstar!shiu who slowly starts to get sick of accommodating the men you film with. it's just work, sure, but he doesn't get jealous like this of the girls that his other client Toji works with. he doesn't watch their videos back on repeat to make sure their hands don't wander where they aren't welcome. he doesn't fuck his fist at night thinking about him. it's just a you thing.

pornstar!shiu who gets an email one day from a well known pornstars agent practically begging to hitch up a collab between you and him. satoru gojo is a name shiu has heard plenty times before, be it through the business side of being your agent or through his computer speaker when he's edging himself to mindless porn in the dead of night. he knows he fucks good, seen it first hand.

pornstar!shiu who knows you're excited for this shoot, to finally get to try out the guy known for giving real orgasms in hopes of a more raw shoot. shiu almost feels bad when he tells you, twenty minutes before your shoot, that gojo can't make it. that he's sick with something nasty and you'll have to reschedule if his calendar opens up for you.

pornstar!shiu who listens to you whine about how you promised your online audience something good tonight. nods as you beg for him to find someone else on such short notice. he pretends to scroll through his phone and send a few texts as you stress your pretty mind over leaving your followers hanging. shiu can't help but smile at your desperate pout when he tells you that no one can make it on such short notice... but that he does have another idea, albeit an unconventional one.

pornstar!shiu who, within twenty minutes, has your face pressed into your pillows and his hand forcing your arch so he can fuck you just that little bit deeper. the moans you let out, even though they're muffled by your satin pillow, are nothing short of pornographic. it's fitting, and pulls a smile onto shiu's face because he's hearing better moans from you than he thinks gojo could ever pull. and god you feel better than he'd ever imagined: he wonders how he'll ever lay down for another person again know that he's felt you wrapped around his cock.

pornstar!shiu who insists it's just a favour: just work. he's given you five orgasms and a dirty movie to show for it too. you two fuck for an hour and he showers at your place before helping you edit and post it over dinner. it's casual, nothing awkward, but when the comments start rolling in about this new man that makes you cum like none other has, you swear he blushes.

pornstar!shiu who quickly becomes a regular on your page. goes from being your agent to somewhat of a partner in film. over the course of a few weeks, you have more money than you know what to do with: people keep subscribing to watch you cum on his cock in the mindless way it seems only he can pull from you. your library grows daily, with videos of him fucking you on the kitchen counter, whipped cream eaten straight from your chest, to videos from his perspective as he takes drags of a cigarette while you get your fix from your lips wrapped around his thick cock. he's somewhat of a pornstar himself now.

pornstar!shiu who, for someone who insisted this was just work, gets into the habit of kissing you through your orgasms. or conveniently forgetting to press record so that your marathon sex session on his couch stays for his eyes only. or starts leaving things at your house on the off chance to have someone else over to film with, so they'll see his hair gel or large shoes by the front door and realise you're spoken for, even if he doesn't have the right to speak for you.

pornstar!shiu who's asleep in your bed one night, his cock still nestled deep inside of you after making love to you for the first time. you're littered with lovebites and your mind is hazy with feelings you never thought you'd have for your agent of all people. the night is dark, and as you're cockwarming the man who is much more than just a co-star to you, your phone dings. he stirs, and you check it to find a message from Satoru Gojo, who is asking after you. he says he's upset you didn't get to film together the other week but he hopes you're feeling better. your sickness seemed pretty nasty, from what your agent said when he cancelled on your behalf.

what a shame!

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ SMUTTY INO BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

SUMMARY ! ; you read the title ¬‿¬

JULIA SPEAKS ! ; god im actually thirsting so hard over this man

WARNINGS ! ; smut ノ 17+ノ afab! reader ノ language ノ 69ing ノ oral (m+f receiving) ノroleplay ノoverstím ノpegging ノfood play ノclít smacking ノcowgirl

── bf! takuma ino who’s open to trying new things. roleplay? hell yeah. food play? yum. wanna peg him? sure, go ahead. he just asks that you be gentle. he’s a sensitive man, after all.

── bf! takuma ino who eats pussy so messily. he goes above and beyond for your pleasure, and he certainly doesn’t mind getting dirty in the process. after all, it gives him an excuse to bathe with you once he’s done.

── bf! takuma ino who’s a total switch. one day, you could ride him until he cries, so overstimulated in your gummy walls to even think coherently. the next, he’ll have your face pressed into the bed, fucking you with a relentless pace while snaking an arm under you and giving your clit a harsh ‘smack!’ because he’s just that into it.

── bf! takuma ino who yes, can be rough with you if asked, but he prefers not to degrade you. this man loves telling you how fucking gorgeous you are, loves praising you. "yeaahhh.. look at you, such a p-pretty, dirty girl, mm..? god, can’t believe you’re m-mine..”

── bf! takuma ino loves any position. if he had to pick, he’d say 69ing and cowgirl are his all time favorites.

── bf! takuma ino can cum completely untouched, just by watching you get off. he'll rut against the bed, pillow, anything, just gawking at how your fingers plunge in and out and in and out of yourself. the amount of times he’s come in his pants just by watching you finger yourself is a little embarrassing (to him, at least).

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mean suguru!! mean suguru :(( mean suguru who eats your pussy so good but doesn't let you cum. who talks so dirty to your pussy that it makes you shove your face in pillow out of embarrassment.

"awe look at her. dirty fucking pussy getting wet to all the mean things i've been saying. oh! look at her flutter, baby. fuck"

"suguuu..." your whine got muffled against the pillow.

"shhh let her do the talking, baby."

*slap*

"speak up, pussy. wanna cumm on tongue?" and she did speak. throbbed. and suguru's predator's eyes did not miss that. he wasted zero time before diving in your wetness again. soon enough, you were coming undone on his tongue, body shivering so hard that he had to hold you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.