𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄

you wake up drenched in sweat. your chest heaving, your eyes bloodshot while you try to remember what got you in such a frenzy in the first place. you couldn’t feel your limbs, the walls closing in on you while your mind seemed to spiral over what seemed to be nothing.

you hated when this happened. always running away and hiding in your room curled up in on yourself until the feeling disappeared. rotting until you found the next best distraction to just. run away from it all.

you found yourself seated on your kitchen counter, gasping for air, praying to god sukuna, or worse—yuji didn’t find you.

but alas, your luck only lasted so long, sukuna making way from the room, his eyes still full of sleep before he found you in the dim lights.

“baby, what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing, kuna, go to bed before yuji wakes u-up.”

you tried to hold back your sobs, forcing them back into your throat.

“too late the brat was awake the second you got out of bed.”

he didn’t ask questions, just silently wrapped his arms around you while you hiccuped into him, your body still shaking from whatever it was that seemed to have awoken you.

yuji made his way to the two of you, his tiny arms tugging at the hem of your pants.

“are you okay auntie.” he squeaked out, while you picked him up, cradling him against your chest.

“wass it a scary dream? i have those too!!” he yelped trying his hardest to make you feel better his tiny arms trying their best to wipe away your tears while sukuna had almost a death grip on your waist, slowly tracing circles on your skin until your breath evened out.

“it was, yuji.”

“i’ll protect you!!” is all he screamed before hugging you by the neck while you softly giggled against him.

“you see that? you aren’t really alone anymore, doll.”

“y-yeah. i guess so, huh?”

your heart started to beat a steady rhythm again, drowned with overwhelming amounts of affection by two of the strangest pink haired men. but gods you loved them to death.

if u saw me post this b4 no u didnt

"i'm not sleeping there." megumi pouted, arms crossed with his head turned as he stared at his bed placed next to yours.

"and what's that supposed to mean, brat?" 

"i wanna sleep next to y/n."

you were trying to hold back your sigh, watching your boyfriend argue with his kid like his life depended on it.

"megumi, you have to be independent, you're all grown now!" you chirped, trying to convince him to sleep on the other mattress instead of biting his dad and hissing in his direction while you tried to get some shut eye.

"my dad's an old man, tell him to be independent!" megumi yelled, running into your arms so you'd pick him up—and you always did, because with his beady eyes and chubby cheeks, who could possibly resist it?

"your dad is independent, baby."

"no he's not! he's always sleeping on you!" you almost choked on your own spit, coughing while toji laughed like a menace behind you.

"toji grow up."

"i'm all good, doll."

he grunted, scratching the back of his neck before moving closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, before megumi punched him in the chest.

"ack—hands off of me your gremlin!" 

"gumi don't hit your dad." you said, brushing his hair from his face before he looked up at you with the saddest expression in his eyes.

"i didn't do anything."

"gumi."

"i didn't!" he said, nuzzling into your neck, before lifting his head up to stare down his dad.

"good god, the two of you are the same." 

"amazing?"

"handsome?" toji said, his shit eating grin spreading across his face, while you sighed. 

"insufferable, but the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, i guess." you said before slowly lowering megumi to the ground, walking out of the room to finally get yourself a glass of water while toji stared down his son.

"she loves me more, y'know?"

"y/n says it's bad to lie, papa."

"oh you—."

he was only met with your restrained giggles from the kitchen, watching him bicker with his toddler, while your laugh echoed in the room was quite literally all he could ever ask for—because toji fushiguro never knew what it meant to want, let alone to have a life a softness handed to the palm of his hands. and toji fushiguro was a selfish man, he'd hold onto this as long as his bloodied hands could.

working on two gojo fics i promise!! i’m planning so many fics hehe

minors dni

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀’𝐒 keeping a very, very dark secret from you. ₊⊹ 𝒻. reader

“we’re coming to you live with the latest updates on the four bodies found brutally mutilated outside of shibuya . . .”

your hands tighten on the fabric of sukunas wife beater as the news anchors grimly recounts the attacks that happened only a few blocks from your apartment.

sukuna knows you’re scared.

you’ve done nothing but ramble on & on about the so called spider lily killer — or whatever they’ve decided to call him.

“that’s just awful,” you lift your cheek off his chest to look at the television. yellow police tape & police lights flutter across the screen. “kuna, do you think i should worry? i mean shibuya’s not far . . .”

“i think you’re good, baby,” sukuna’s hand glides lazily up your spine before settling onto the back of your head, fingers disappearing into your hair.

you turn to face him, your chin sitting on top of his muscular chest as you flutter you lashes, searching his face for reassurance. “how do you know?”

the corner of his mouth twitches. “because i said so.”

you don’t question him. you never really do. why would you? he was six foot & like 200 pounds of pure muscle. he’d never let anything happen to you.

so, you nod, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before curling back beside him, your head tucked beneath his chin.

“i hate thinking that there’s really people out there that are just . . . that sick in the head.”

sukuna doesn’t say a word. he was too focused on the television as the news anchors continued listing injuries so grotesque they refuse to show any up close footage of the crime scene

he almost scoffs.

fools.

they weren’t even describing it correctly.

“. . . authorities believe the suspect is highly organized and extremely dangerous . . .”

you press yourself closer to sukuna.

he can feel every ounce of fear running through your body.

every tremble.

every soft gasp as the lead detective explains what motives they think could’ve made someone do something as heinous as this.

vigilante theory?

how generous of them to assume he cares about mortality.

multiple killers?

they’re underestimating how quickly one man can kill.

they were all just so wrong.

a slow smile settles into his face —— small enough that if you were looking, you’d never notice it.

there was something amusing about it.

his girlfriend was so scared of this monster she couldn’t even put a face to.

yet had no idea that the same man she was so afraid of was the rubbing her back to sleep right now.

THE FOUR POSITIONS OF AVATAR

Avatar: Aang, the Last Airbender

no pole ?

pairing: hiromi higuruma x stripper!reader

shocked. that was the only way to describe the look on your boss's face. his eyes appeared bigger than usual, pupils small.

you put a hand over your lips, gloss smearing all over the inside of your fingers. he stares you down— how your attire, well, lack of, clings to your body perfectly, how your makeup is bolder than what you wear to the law firm, how. . . experienced you look.

he would've given you his whole salary just for you to step on him. you swore he was drooling at the mouth.

you fix your tall heels, walking over to him.

"mr higuruma. what are you doing here?" you sit down in his section, making fierce eye contact with him. almost as if you wanted to swallow his very soul.

"some. . . coworkers invited me here. didn't expect you to be here." his breath comes out shaky as you lean closer, words unconfident.

you giggle, freshly manicured nails covering your mouth.

"oh, mr higuruma. you have no idea what you just got yourself into. . ." a grin graces your lips, and you reach out to loosen his tie. "must you be so uptight all the time? let yourself go. you're in a club for gods sake." your eyes flicker down to his slacks, half hard in his pants already.

you conveniently sit on his lap, sending pleasure waves throughout his body. you can tell he's trying to keep it together.

"don't speak to me like that. i'm still your boss." he says weakly, words meaning nothing when he's at your mercy in the middle of a strip club.

you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"you'll never get my point. you're not my boss here. you can act like it, but you're not. the one who really is my boss is the person running this place. and guess what? you don't own every place you walk into." you grab his tie— pulling him closer, making his face mere inches from yours.

he can barely look you in the eyes. you're not this confident at work, and he knew things would never go back to normal at work after this encounter.

"you want to act so bold? fine." he huffs, grabbing you by the nape— firmly pressing your lips to his.

you smirk against him, moving with his lips in a long, slow and incredibly thrilling kiss. he grabs your shoulder, unable to steady himself from the high.

you hook your leg up, grinding against him. a hiss escapes his lips and he parts from yours subconsciously. your heel scrapes up against his pants, making it harder to ride him through his soaked slacks.

"i've got an idea." your hands dip lower as he bites on your lower lip, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

he grabs your fingers, leading your hands to where he needs them most. you unzip his pants, hands going to instantly move under the fabric of his boxers.

he winces in pleasure, parting from your lips to tilt his head up, closing his eyes.

"shhh. nobody will see us, i promise. they're all too wrapped up in their own lives." you say. he grabs his cock, pulling it out of his pants. you tap the tip with your index finger a few times, pre sticking to your skin.

you pull your panties to the side, getting higher— moving to sink on him.

you drop onto him, and you can practically feel the bulge deep in your stomach. you had underestimated this guy. his dick was huge!

his eyes catch yours, droopy and exhausted. as if he was going to cum right there on the spot. you give him a knowing eyebrow raise before moving up and down on his hard cock.

a choked sound emerges from his throat, eyes going wide. he groans into his palm, trying to make direct eye contact as you move.

"fuck." he whimpers, teeth clenching.

". . .such— shiiitt! profanity coming from my own boss. set a good example for me, yeah?" you say, moving harder against him— wet skin slapping against skin filling your ears. the scent of musk n sweat is the only thing you can smell for a while.

he cries out, feeling his balls tighten. you hit the bottom, making him groan into your ears.

"yeah, yeah, just like that. just like that and i'll—" your breath hitches, warm cum leaking from your wet cunt.

he revels in the feeling. he pulls you off him, demanding you to eat the creampie off of his soaking dick.

"do it. i don't want to say it twice." he blinks, grabbing you by the hair. you oblige, talented tongue working its way through his cock, sucking n licking at all of the cum— leaving nothing but spit.

you wipe your mouth clean, get up from his dick and wink at him.

"see you tomorrow, honey. i'll be sure to wear just the most perfect outfit for you."

© 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 2026. do not repost as your own, translate or feed any of my works into ai.

writing this shit made me tired im gonna play date everything

testing the waters with smaus again I guess..

masterlist

Just give me a straight confirmation. Is he attractive?

⠀⠀⠀— fem!reader x husband!nanami, fluff with suggestive themes, bro loves his wife.

a/n : PART 2 IS FINALLY HEREEEEE what do we think??!!

cw; more cuck shit, fem reader

Your boyfriend Suguru is many things. He’s doting, and loving, and beyond chivalrous when it counts. He is also a perennial control freak.

You thought this would be good for him — a chance to sit back and let someone else take the wheel. Plus, Gojo has been hounding the two of you for a threesome ever since you first got together. This is as close as he’s going to get. 

For now, at least. 

Your thighs burn with exertion as you ride your boyfriend’s white-haired best friend reverse cowgirl on the couch of his living room. You and Suguru have spent hours here, over for dinner and drinks and game nights with Satoru — now you’re taking his cock down to the base as you face Suguru, who sits lazily in the facing armchair. It’s made of the same faux leather as the couch, which is sticking to Satoru’s sweaty ass and thighs, peeling with a loud squelch each time he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway. 

“That’s right, now wrap your arm around and rub her clit like I showed you. Circles, not side-to-side. Yes, like that.”

You should have figured Suguru would promote himself from audience member to scene director. He sat nice and still as you throated Satoru’s cock, and even let you guide him yourself when you first took him inside of you, but he can’t stay out of the picture for long. Your Suguru is many things, and a spectator is not one of them. He likes control.

Luckily for the both of you, Gojo likes being told what to do. Each small praise upon doing something right — yes, Satoru, just like that; Satoru, you’re fucking her so well — has him twitching inside of you, choking on desperate moans as he soaks in his lauding. 

A part of you wants to twist around to look at his face. You’re sure it’s all red and blotchy from exertion. You bet he looks fucked-dumb and ecstatic all at the same time. But your eyes are locked on Geto, who looks less like a cuck and more like it’s any Saturday evening. His chin is lifted, eyes surveying the two of you as wet sounds and skin slapping fills the room. He’s got his hands on his thighs, and his pants are so baggy around the crotch that you can’t tell if he’s hard or not. 

“You can…” you start, taking a moment to wet your lips as Satoru speeds up his assault on your clit. “You can touch yourself, you know.”

Suguru’s lips slowly curl upwards. “I know, hon.”

“Why aren’t you?”

You want him to feel good. The whole point behind letting Satoru take you like this was to give Suguru a show, after all. Does he not like this? Is your pleasure one-sided? You suddenly feel bad for liking the fill of Gojo’s cock inside of you so much. 

Geto must recognise the look on your face, because he laughs. It’s low, truly amused. “Don’t get in your head, my love. I just want to watch for now. If I cum like this, I won’t have as much to give you later when I wash out whatever Satoru’s going to fill you with.”

The first time you ask to cum, something in Satoru’s brain short circuits. He’s got you folded in half, knees pressed to your chest, cock buried so deep in your sweet cunt you can feel him in your throat. Tears are streaming down your face when the words fall from your lips, “Please, I wanna cum, please, please can I cum?”

His hips stall, sitting snuggly against your bruised cervix, sweat dripping down his face, staring at you with wide eyes while you writhe and whine, wondering why he stopped. “Satoru,” You claw at his forearms, trying to get him to keep moving, you were so close, your poor pussy fluttering around his cock preparing for the sweet release, which didn’t come because Satoru was staring at you like you’d just given him a precious gift.

“Did you just ask me to cum?” He growled, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out slowly, thrusting back in with enough force that had your body jostling backwards, “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect,” He groaned, setting a harsh pace once more, “Not only do you want to cum on my cock-shit-but you’re asking my permission,” He chuckled, hips pistoning into your cunt, crushing you with his frame as your feet sat snuggly beside your ears.

You cried out, his cock hitting even deeper, feeling each curve and vein dragging against your gummy walls, pressing perfectly against all your sweet spots.

“Ask again, baby,” He breathed out, “Come on, pretty girl, you can do it,” He was out of his damn mind, crushing you with his weight while still spearing you on his cock.

“Please, Toru, wanna cum, need it,” You moaned, nails digging into his forearms, chasing the feeling of pleasure building in your lower belly.

He chuckled, giddy over the fact you were giving him this decision. What if he didn’t let you? What if he made you hold out longer? How much longer could that pretty pussy hold on before falling apart on his cock, spasming around his cock and milking him for all he’s worth?

“Satoru,” You whined, walls fluttering around his cock as tears streamed down your face once more.

His hand slid between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your sensitive bud, “Cum for me, soak my cock, pretty girl.”

You screamed, arching off the bed as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, streams of your arousal spilling out around him, dripping onto the sheets below.

“That’s it, baby,” He growled, thrusts becoming erratic, “Such a fucking messy girl,” He chuckled, still rubbing circles on your clit as he chased his own release, “Gonna milk me dry, baby,” He panted, stalling as he spilled his seed straight into your womb, filling you so full it squelched out with each thrust, mixing with your arousal on the sheets below.