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a tendril of smoke; a shade of a shadow. cast me away in a whisper and summon me in a breath: i am yours, i am yours. through gossamer flesh and muscle and bone i shall be a worthy window to your soul (for that is where my beating heart resides).

kae. elder twenty-something. she/her. adult & dark content fic writer. minors, blank blogs, ageless blogs, & self-proclaimed lurkers dni.

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#i’m a fanfic writer and self-shipper #painting is a detail of ‘the bowl’ (2025) by dominika hofman / poem and dividers are my own #like for a kith <3 #pinned #— directory

How does it feel being a flop writer?

i don’t believe being a flop writer is a thing, just like i don’t believe being a flop mutual is a thing.

as long as people write what they like, and as long as there’s at least one person to enjoy their writing (the writer themself counts, btw), a fic can’t flop.

#i do genuinely believe the only way to ‘flop’ as a writer is to simply give up writing altogether #perhaps the best nugget of wisdom i got in school as a budding writer is that as long as you’re writing #you are in fact a writer #— visiting card #— anon

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itadori yuuji x reader⌇mdni. cw: reader rims yuuji...that is all.

“F-fuck,” Yuuji gasps. Back bowing off the crumpled sheets, his muscles ripple and flex, tawny skin glistening from exertion. He strokes himself feverishly, the sticky clicks of his arousal and your wet slurps filling the air. “If you keep doing that, babe, I’m gonna—”

You pause your movements, a thread of silken spit connecting your tongue to his fluttering hole. The string snaps when you shift to rest your head against his thigh. Featherlight, you stroke the velvety flesh beneath his sac; he shudders.

“It almost sounds like you don’t want to finish,” you tease, your treacherous touch dragging upward to fondle his heavy balls—still slick with your saliva.

He kisses his teeth. “Shit…”

Yuuji’s fist slows as it reaches the base of his thick cock. He pulls the foreskin back, his impressive length on full display; a fresh pearl of pre weeps from his flushed tip. Instinctively, you lap it up, dipping your tongue into his slit, smearing the fluid down a prominent vein on his shaft. A scarred palm catches your cheek as you taste his desire: all yours. His sharp canines worry at his bottom lip, blood welling beneath the surface.

He sweeps his calloused thumb over your cheekbone. “Please, keep going.”

You reposition yourself between his strong legs. Greedily, you spread him apart—breath ghosting his rim—admiring as he twitches in anticipation, his flushed chest rising and falling.

“Ask me again.”

Yuuji groans. You’re both aware he could overpower you with frightening ease; he could drag you by the hair and slot your panting mouth exactly where he wants it, using you as a glorified toy to chase his pleasure. But he doesn’t. Instead, he yields to you. (You may not always give him what he wants, but he trusts you to always give him what he needs.)

“Baby please,” he whines, voice ragged with desperation. He looks at you with heavy lids, his gaze molten amber—a sea of gold. Dew shimmers at his temples and mats his blush hairline, and a flash of pink darts out to dampen his lips. “Needa come for you.”

Finally, you swirl your tongue around his hole and slip the muscle inside. He rolls his hips and ruts against your open mouth before he resumes fucking his fist. Each time your nose brushes his taint and his balls slap your forehead, you both moan, and only it’s a matter of moments before he finishes across his spasming abdomen with a cry.

Barely able to catch your breath, you squawk when Yuuji pulls you on top of him, his tacky release oozing between you, your belly now coated in cum. He playfully squeezes your hips, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “All you should worry about is how I’m gonna return the favor,” he mumbles, nipping your pulse point.

Without warning, he flips you onto your back, looming above you with a glint in his eyes—prey turned predator—intent on proving that his mess will be nothing compared to yours.

#srb #tbd

pfaws

#— seishiro + kae

itadori yuuji x reader⌇mdni. cw: reader rims yuuji...that is all.

“F-fuck,” Yuuji gasps. Back bowing off the crumpled sheets, his muscles ripple and flex, tawny skin glistening from exertion. He strokes himself feverishly, the sticky clicks of his arousal and your wet slurps filling the air. “If you keep doing that, babe, I’m gonna—”

You pause your movements, a thread of silken spit connecting your tongue to his fluttering hole. The string snaps when you shift to rest your head against his thigh. Featherlight, you stroke the velvety flesh beneath his sac; he shudders.

“It almost sounds like you don’t want to finish,” you tease, your treacherous touch dragging upward to fondle his heavy balls—still slick with your saliva.

He kisses his teeth. “Shit…”

Yuuji’s fist slows as it reaches the base of his thick cock. He pulls the foreskin back, his impressive length on full display; a fresh pearl of pre weeps from his flushed tip. Instinctively, you lap it up, dipping your tongue into his slit, smearing the fluid down a prominent vein on his shaft. A scarred palm catches your cheek as you taste his desire: all yours. His sharp canines worry at his bottom lip, blood welling beneath the surface.

He sweeps his calloused thumb over your cheekbone. “Please, keep going.”

You reposition yourself between his strong legs. Greedily, you spread him apart—breath ghosting his rim—admiring as he twitches in anticipation, his flushed chest rising and falling.

“Ask me again.”

Yuuji groans. You’re both aware he could overpower you with frightening ease; he could drag you by the hair and slot your panting mouth exactly where he wants it, using you as a glorified toy to chase his pleasure. But he doesn’t. Instead, he yields to you. (You may not always give him what he wants, but he trusts you to always give him what he needs.)

“Baby please,” he whines, voice ragged with desperation. He looks at you with heavy lids, his gaze molten amber—a sea of gold. Dew shimmers at his temples and mats his blush hairline, and a flash of pink darts out to dampen his lips. “Needa come for you.”

Finally, you swirl your tongue around his hole and slip the muscle inside. He rolls his hips and ruts against your open mouth before he resumes fucking his fist. Each time your nose brushes his taint and his balls slap your forehead, you both moan, and only it’s a matter of moments before he finishes across his spasming abdomen with a cry.

Barely able to catch your breath, you squawk when Yuuji pulls you on top of him, his tacky release oozing between you, your belly now coated in cum. He playfully squeezes your hips, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “All you should worry about is how I’m gonna return the favor,” he mumbles, nipping your pulse point.

Without warning, he flips you onto your back, looming above you with a glint in his eyes—prey turned predator—intent on proving that his mess will be nothing compared to yours.

#ancient but i’ve breathed new life into it so i hope it hits the spot for my fellow ass eating enthusiasts!#i don’t love it it’s painfully mid but that’s okay (said through tears) (i’m trying to quash my inner perfectionist) anyway #— musings #— itadori yuuji #— jujutsu kaisen #yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

yuuji rimming…

VERY SOON, MFS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! within the hour but probably sooner 🙂‍↕️

editing this drabble has made me realize that i need to write a rimming scenario with him where he’s kinda mean/aggressive about it... he’s very sweet in this one, which is ofc in character!!!! but also my (very personal) yuuji bias is unexpectedly-unnerving-freak-in-the-sheets yuuji <3

#— visiting card #— itadori yuuji #— jujutsu kaisen #silaspup #cw rimming

cute-animals-only

smack

#— roronoa zoro #— itadori yuuji #my tiger coded freaks <3

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being the live-in omega at zapolyarny palace whose sole duty is to take care of the alpha harbingers’ needs—especially when they’re in rut…

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@crowttore yesssssss. i also like to think that this “system” of sorts was implemented directly by the tsaritsa for two reasons:

1. to keep the harbingers clear-headed. your existence prevents them from mating and gives them a way to deal with their urges in a controlled environment, thus allowing them to better focus on their duties.

2. to encourage the harbingers to return to snezhnaya on a regular basis and (somewhat) get along. before you, they would make up any excuse to avoid staying at zapolyarny—they aren’t terribly fond of one another, after all. and once you’re moved in, there are definitely fights. but they’ll do anything, including maintaining some modicum of civility, if that means they get to keep you—their favorite job perk.