── THE SUN BEAMIN'

within only twelve days of awakening as a sorcerer, mars (23) reached a level of combat proficiency comparable to that of a special-grade sorcerer. proceed with caution, as she's currently uncontained and unpredictable.

⁀➴ sum. making a wish with a one-wish willow, hiromi higuruma gets exactly what he wants. unfortunately, that's the problem

⁀➴ wc. 1.0k

⁀➴ warnings. 18+, afab!reader, dacryphilia (ikkkk 😭), friends-to-lovers, magical influence, dubcon, fingering, altered emotions, psychological horror, needy!reader x down atrocious!higuruma, making it fit, cockwarming, handj**s, higuruma having the worst (best) day of his life

⁀➴ notes. i saw obsession yesterday and immediately wanted to write something with the trope but making it nasty lol

there was always a possibility that higuruma liked you. somehow the two of you always ended up sitting next to each other, sharing each other's drinks, adjusting each other’s clothes.

the air around you uncomfortably warm when you finish each other’s sentences.  things that always just felt a little too intimate to just be “friends.”

neither of you acknowledge it though. 

“and what if it doesn’t work?” he asks, examining the red and white box before tearing it open. you shrug, turning towards the kitchen to grab a drink. 

“what’s your wish?”

he pauses for a moment, brushing dark strands from his now red face. 

“i’m not telling you.”

“fine!” you roll your eyes, continuing your silly little tasks. 

his fingers run across the bark, thinking over his wish. 

i wish she wanted me

no. too vague. 

i wish she’d stop looking at anyone else

absolutely not, that sounds creepy. his jaw tightens. 

i wish she needs me the same way i need her. 

new theme for the summer heheh

old theme was starting to make me feel like the first pic idk 😭 maybe a new theme will motivate me to write more.

FANCY THAT .ᐟ.ᐟ ft. firelord!suguru

based on this fanart by @/matzusaga on ig

ruling a nation is hard. good thing he has you – his beloved wife, and personal stress relief after especially hard days. 

when urgent matters turned from a day away from you to three, and then three days to a week, you got worried. 

"nothing that concerns you, love," he mutters, watching the way your lips spread to take him wider. your cheek presses against his inner thigh as you get comfortable. 

his dark strands tickle your forearm as the back of his head meets the onsen wall. your gaze flickers up, watching how he slams a hand over his mouth. the other flexes, clenching and unclenching fervently, before finally cupping your jaw. 

you jump at the feverish warmth of his palm as your mouth vibrates against him. firebending leaves his hands constantly heated. even now, it’s something you’re still getting used to. 

he tries to be a gentleman.

really, he does. 

composed, poised, graceful – all words used to describe the man in front of you. 

suguru definitely embodies these qualities. 

so well you don’t even realize how badly he’s falling apart right now. your tongue dances along the length of his cock, grazing that soft spot in the back of your throat. 

saliva drips down your nightgown, leaving you breathless when you pull back.

he nearly loses it. 

and without thinking, suguru thrusts – hitting the back of your throat and leaving your eyes glossy when you look up at him. 

his chest heaves.

once. 

then twice. 

your tongue runs along the base and back up, leaving a soft kiss at his leaking tip. he tilts his head down, hair disheveled from unraveling under you. 

“missed me this badly, love?”

you nod slowly, eyes glued to his. 

“yes, my lord,” you mumble. your hand finds its way to your dampened undergarments, sliding past the waistband and touching exactly where you’ve needed him. 

for a week. 

it’s a surprise that either of you lasted this long. 

his gaze dips lower, where your hand disappears into the lace. you whimper as your fingers meet that sensitive nub, slick and aching all for him. suguru opens his mouth to speak, breath catching at how your hair falls in your face as you grind against your hand. 

a smile tugs at his lips as he brushes a strand out your face. 

“you’ve been suffering without me, haven’t you?” he says softly, caressing your cheek. 

a gasp escapes as you chase that growing feeling in your core. you nod again, praying that you finally catch it. 

“sugu–,” you pout. “y-you left me alone… for a week.” 

he leans down, face level with yours. 

“my apologies, beloved,” he nods, kissing your temple. his lips trail down to your cheek, peppering kisses along your cheek. 

his fingers curl beneath your chin, guiding your head back slowly. the angle leaves your throat exposed immediately. suguru hums at the sight before pressing a kiss beneath your jaw. 

“you waited so patiently for me too.”

© keistriction 2026 ─ do not plagiarize or feed to ai

for the past year i’ve been in remission for anxiety (i have/had generalized anxiety disorder) and a really big portion of it stems from social interactions. i really want to say this blog has been such a creative outlet and i’m forever grateful for the friendships i’ve made out of it.

fanfiction has been a huge part of my life even as a kid writing in composition books with my best friends.

i’ve been less active partially due to the @/tojioffline situation as many of my friends have been affected and it’s hurt to see so many peers leave. also, it’s really skewed my perception of interacting online - as while others have handled it gracefully, i can acknowledge i don’t have that much grace or empathy.

i guess with all of this said, i’m not quitting writing. but i do ask everyone here to be patient with me as i try to find motivation again for publicly doing something i normally love to do.

.ೃ🍋‍🟩 event here ⋮ payment authorized: running up sugardaddy!toji’s credit card

a/n: idea creds to another author! they wrote something similar about gojo and i thought it was hot + fits toji so mwah luv if i find their acc i'll tag them here! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

twenty thousand dollars is an absurd amount of money. 

that could buy you a brand new car. 

or cover rent for months. 

but for toji, that was one mission. one job – three days at most. he could blow it all today and make it again tomorrow if he really wanted. 

sometimes he did. for the thrill of it, to feed his gambling addiction – or to spoil you. 

so, when he stood in the doorway, reading off each charge – along with the total – you didn’t think it could be that bad. 

originally. 

“three hundred and eighty-seven dollars,” he read, voice flat as he squints at the small screen. “at sephora?”

you blink up at him, eyes twinkling under your recently touched-up lashes. completely unsuspecting. 

and worse?

unremorseful. 

honestly, he probably would have thought he’d been robbed blind had he not remembered giving you his card. 

he told you not to worry about the limit. 

“use it,” he’d said, barely even looking back when handing you the titanium card. like it meant nothing. 

until you were sitting in front of him with an insidious amount of bags containing all of your favorite brands. and almost a thousand dollars worth of lingerie under your clothes. 

“five thousand and sixty dollars,” toji grumbled. “what the fuck is van cleef?”

you tilt your head, like you’re actually thinking about it. 

as if you didn’t spend almost four hours in the store. 

“jewelry,” you say finally, dangling your wrist. the bracelet charms jingle, glinting in the light. his eye twitches. 

“five thousand,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “for that?”

you shrug. 

“it was cute.”

his eyes flick over the bags scattered around you. 

then back to your face. 

“yeah,” he mutters. “i can see that.”

“anything else i should know about?”

your gaze flickers down to his waistband and lingers for a moment. the outline beneath his pants is painfully obvious. for someone acting so pissed, his body clearly didn’t get the memo.

for a moment, you wonder if he read that charge. 

“spoiled brat,” he mutters, shaking his head as he scrolls through the charges again. 

“and a thousand six hundred dollars,” he reads, brows furrowing as he reads the screen slowly. 

he pauses for a moment, looking up and between you, the bags, and the screen. 

“agent… provocateur?” 

your eyes meet his and you glance away. his jaw tightens as he crosses his arms. 

“...wanna explain that one?”

you bounce your leg, trying to play innocent. “lingerie..” 

his eyes widen and he moves to the bags, digging through each one. after four, he sighs – giving up. 

“which one?” he asks. it’s not really a question.

“what do you mean?”

“don’t play dumb with me,” toji says, voice low. “where’s the damn lingerie?” he steps away from the bags, coming closer to the edge of the bed. 

right where you’re sitting – your thighs pressing together without thinking.

“don’t worry about it,” you mumble under your breath. he squints at you before his gaze lowers, looking directly at your sweater. 

“show me.”

“no.”

“take the sweater off.”

your fingers lace between the hem of your sweater. you glance down at your sweater – then up at him.

“or what?”

and sure, you’d fucked him in all types of different moods before. angry, annoyed, drunk, sober, even absolutely delighted. 

but what you didn’t expect – was to be laying across his lap, breasts pressed against his thigh as he slapped your pussy softly. teasing and a little too pleased with himself. 

“greedy little thing, huh?” he chuckles, fingers curling against your walls. you clenched desperately as he pulled them out. the emptiness left you a sticky mess, fluttering around nothing. 

“toji!!” you whine, pushing yourself up immediately – needy and exasperated – before beginning to settle in his lap, back pressed to his chest.

his cock slaps against your thigh – hot, heavy, and thick. precum coats your ass cheek as he lines up and pushes in slowly. his chin rests against your shoulder, watching the way you almost take him fully. 

“fuuuuck– i knew you’d be a good girl for me and take it… you got so messy on my fingers. doesn’t my cock feel better,” he hisses, a calloused hand massaging your tummy – right where he was buried inside you.

you nod – absolutely helpless. 

“so tell me again, hm, what’s this one?”

you squirm, half desperate for more and half unsure. you drop your head, catching a glimpse of the black lace. it’s hard to focus when his thrusts leave you breathless, let alone speak. 

“i-i don’t know,” you argue, grasping onto his thighs. 

“you don’t know, baby?” he mutters. “spent all that money and you can’t even tell me?”

his other hand meets your hips, slamming you back against him. 

and that’s all it takes. 

your knees buckle – the pressure in your tummy building fast, almost embarrassing really. you were already a mess around him and now he chooses to absolutely hammer that stupid spongy spot inside you.

“tell me baby,” he grunts against your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. his thrusts are ragged now, cock pulsing inside you while your back arches. 

“haa– uhhh– velv–velvet–” you whimper out. “n-noir?”

he chuckles, shaking his head as you fall apart under him. an orgasm rips through – and he’s close too. holding onto the last shreds of composure – but his thrusts get ragged.

“fuckfuckfuck– shit–” he grumbles, trying to pull back before giving in, digging deeper. “take it. every last fuckin’ drop and i’ll let you spend it all again, huh?”

guess twenty thousand isn’t all that bad.

𑣲⋆｡˚ ― ORDER A DRINK – the 1.5K + 10K event .ᐟ

for the rest of april, i'm opening the bar only for a special event. pick a prompt from the menu linked here and order it with any character you want. i'll serve you up, no questions asked. orders are first come, first serve – no refunds.

rules: if your age isn't listed on your account, i will not write anything smut-related for you. send in your fav + the order number here, and i'll write you something <33

fandoms: jjk + haikyuu + demon slayer

we have officially reached 1.5k agents in the keistrictions database! and 10k on the higuruma fic ?!?!?!?!? this was not anticipated but is appreciated so bad <3 celebration protocol will begin shortly

but seriously – thank you guys so much for all the love 😭 i genuinely didn't expect this many people to read my horny nonsense and to make this many friends, but i'm sosososoooo grateful !! throughout writer's block, username and theme changes y'all have literally been the sweetest mfs ever and continue to make this space so enjoyable <33

thank u 4ever and let's get nasty for this celebration heheh

that man likes a challenge. 

where others would normally get annoyed, let it go, or even stop engaging – he absolutely takes it to hell. 

and back.

he's definitely the type to ragebait you into mindless arguments and then remind you about it when you finally plead for more. 

halfway through, you forget your name and what you were even arguing about in the first place. 

cause the dick is just that good. 

and he knows it. uses it to his advantage really. 

your fingers curl around whatever you can find – sometimes pillows, sometimes his forearms, or even his hair – while he slams your hips against his. on whatever surface was closest. 

what's worse is that he does it on purpose. 

antagonizing you while he spreads your soaked, puffy folds just enough, just to tease. 

"hm? what were you saying?" satoru drawls, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. 

one hand traces your curves. then rubs slow, lazy circles against your clit. your breath catches. 

filthy, squelching noises fill the room as you tighten around him. 

you'd been rambling for a while now, alternating between mumbling filthy confessions and cussing him out. 

"you're so annoy–," you cut yourself off, breath hitching as he bottoms out. his thick, leaking tip throbbed against your cervix. "i still– f-fuck– mean it."

satoru tilts his head when your nails dig into his arms, sharp enough to mean something but not enough to stop him. 

if anything, it makes his smile widen. 

"oooh," he chuckles, looking down at his arms. "really scary."

you clench your jaw, squirming to grab the pillow nearby to whack him with. 

slam

“w-wait– toruuu!” you plead, desperately reaching something. 

anything. 

with another deep thrust, your vision goes blurry and white, hot pleasure washes over you. your body betrays you – thighs shaking and clasping tight around him. the delicious stretch around your velvet walls almost makes you cum all over again.  

satoru gasps and then laughs – pupils blown as he watches the way your pussy swallows each inch. a mix of his pre and your juices form a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, dripping down beneath you. 

“ohh my god– look at you, baby…” he breathes, grin spreading. “you were talking so much shit earlier.”

he tilts his head, watching you struggle. you pout, shaking your head. 

“yeah?” he hums, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him. “what happened to all that attitude, hm?”

“i’m–” you start, trying to catch your breath. “i still–” you shake your head again, finding the words. “you’re so– fuck–”

he laughs again.

maybe he still deserves to be whacked. 

cause it’s not that good. 

right?

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ok so boom - i always write with music. literally ALWAYS. if something’s not playing i literally struggle. but i broke my headphones a few months back and it’s been a STRUGGLE to finally got them repaired. i sent them in, they didn’t have the parts, the parts then took A MONTH to get sent out, and it took another two weeks for repair.

long story short - sony emailed me back TODAY saying that they’ll be shipped as soon as i update contact info hehehe we’re so back!!!