Would you update the masterlist soon or is it set cuz i did find some works which weren't in there
hello anon!! love the name :3 i thought my master list up to date but i will say that some of the questions/smaller thirsts i get I don’t usually add to the masterlist. but if there is smth big im missing pls lmk!!! thank you anon!
How do you write so well, I wanna get into it but don't think my writing skills are good
first, thank you for your kind words :)
i can only give 3 bits of advice... read, write, and have fun!!!
if there's a style you see an author using that you like, try imitating it (i know that can get dicey with plagiarism/stealing ideas, but at least for practice you don't have to necessarily publish the thing). but it will take some time to get to a place you like, and even then sometimes you'll still feel kinda meh about your writing. for myself, sometimes i feel like my writing has actually decreased in quality when i compare it, but sometimes writing styles just change or need some time to polish off.
and of course, just have fun!! not everything you write is going to perfect but that's the point!! the point is doing something you like and sharing it with others! and don't be too hard on yourself (im still trying to learn this one)
I LOVE YOUR YUJI WORKS and i see u love yuji sm sm sm and i’m here to share a little earworm cuz it’s got me in a chokehold
yuji in boxers… like…. those tight boxers that don’t do anything to hide his outline……
AAUFHFHFHF FAT COCK YUJI
✩꒱ tighty whities — ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. yuuji itadori & fem!reader. handjobs, big dick yuuji, counting the inches, roommates to lovers -> every once in a while yuuji pulls out his tightest, teeniest pair of underwear and every once in a while you’re curious enough to see what they’re hiding.
thank you sm friend! i love him so much i want to live between his heart and lungs sooo bad idk what this is im feeling Lustful.
yes yes yuuji in those sickening tight white undies. i feel like perhaps he bought them by mistake and only wears them when he’s out of his usual boxers. super tight, hugging the slender curve of his waist and perfectly outlining his girth even though it’s tucked away. you can clearly see whenever he leaks through them because the thin white fabric stretched over the meatiest parts of him barely conceals anything. a darkness patch at the seam always gives yuuji away.
he’d be kind of embarrassed about them, constantly adjusting himself around you, shifting because his balls are practically bursting through the threads. if you’re roommates or best friends, you’ve definitely seen them in the wash or the laundry you do together and he always snatches them up with blatantly obvious red cheeks because they’re stupidly small for him.
and for a while, you think that yuuji really is that small.
until you hear the way his short-term flings cry his name in bed like it’s the only prayer they know. until you start listening out for the quiet, whimpering praise he offers them when they take all of him so well, inch by inch like good girls.
one girl stops you by the fridge one morning, yuuji’s shirt clinging to her curves and covering the fingerpad shaped bruises on her hips. “i don’t know how you live with him without jumping his bones,” she’d giggled, reaching for your milk. “he’s got the whole package, you know?”
you start looking at itadori a little differently. your eyes fall from his face to his print when you greet him after work or in the mornings when he’s back from the gym — attempting to discern the type of underwear he’s wearing based on what shows through his sweats. and you’ve always been touchy with each other, you’re friends and he’s great for cuddles, but now when you’re relegated to his lap during movie nights with fushiguro and his girlfriend, todo and nobara, oh! and maki and yuuta — you can feel the difference in his girth pressed against every time he shifts.
when he’s got those little tight boxers on that struggle to contain his hard on. the one you both ignore.
it’s one of those same movie nights where you cross boundaries for the first time. nobara stays over, too drunk to go home and be on her own, so you offer up your room and hunker down with yuuji because todo’s got the couch this time. in the mix, you some how manage to convince your pink haired roommate that you sleep better when he’s around. not just because he sleeps naked, you know this — you’ve been waiting on it just to see if the rumours are true.
yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft blooming blush as you undress for bed and you try not to be obvious when your eyes trace the hardlines of his body right down to his crotch. those stupid tight white boxers you can’t seem to ignore now.
“sorry, know it’s a lot.” because you keep staring and he keeps twitching underneath the fabric and you have no idea how to tell him he’s making your mouth water. “i can put some sweats on—?”
you’re all too eager when shake your head no. “i-it’s your room. sleep however you’re most comfortable!”
naturally you end up snuggled with itadori in bed. surrounded by him. an excuse to be close. yuuji in nothing but those evil little boxers and you in morning but his shirt. your face in his neck for safety from the horror movie you’re watching and his arm loose around your waist. and you really can’t help it, when his cock is sitting there all fat and heavy and weepy, kicking because the air in the room is against his feverish skin — your fingers dance down to the waist band playfully at first. you’re touchy. friends do this… but then they hit the sinful swirl of his pink happy trail and everything shifts.
lust starts to bubble within your eyes, usually so sweet and innocent. you just have to know if he feels as big as he looks in them.
yuuji exhales shakily. not looking at you. “you’re not watching the movie, are you?”
a hint. a chance. you take it. “can i touch it?” your ask is a breathless whisper — as light as summer’s breeze and barely there. like a figure in the night. touch him, rub on him, do everything you’ve been thinking about for months.
he’s already straining, clenched at the abdomen to keep himself from cumming from the friction against his inner seam. yet he grows under your inquisitive attention, throbbing in a dull rhythm that calls up your greed as though it were following the beating lull of a siren’s song.
yuuji’s cheeks glow warm in the dimness, a rose tinted flame in the dark. he swallows. “if you wanna… j-just be careful, yeah?”
that’s all it takes.
his head tips back in a filthy shameful moan — pink hair askew like the flutter of petals — and his throat bobs as he swallows down a flurry of curse words once your hand slips past the waistband. your grip curiously stretches the tightness of boxers as your tiny hand wraps around his fat girth. sticky, pulsing with arousal, prominent veins forming indents in your palm.
“you feel so big, yuuji,” your nose brushes his pulse point with the same gentleness you would with your lips for a kiss. it’s as if you’re trying to inhale his life force, tuck yourself impossibly closer. he feels swollen in your hand, cock beating as unsteadily as his heart, and he oozes premature white into the crevices of your finger prints. “sensitive too.”
“nngh, i know,” whilst itadori’s hips jump without his control and forces his length through your first, the weight of his crown drops to yours. the two of you share a view, your slippery hand in his near-see-through boxers doused with slick and precum beading from his sappy mushroomed tip. “s-sorry, fuck. ‘m just so hard and you’re so pretty and you smell so good.” he admits to you quietly in a high pitched whine, like a secret exchanged between two lovers at a rendezvous point. for your ears only. no one else gets to know how wrecked you have him.
the bulbous head of his cock is raw and red, shiny, as it peaks out from the elasticated band of his boxers — only because you’ve stroked him to full hardness. he no longer fits in the fabric. you thumb him there in comforting circles, spreading his arousal in the same manner that drool spreads across your tongue.
long, dark lashes flutter against your forehead like angel’s kisses and you squeeze around every inch that slides through your hold — sharing airy moans the more yuuji leaks against your tight knuckles. “you could make me cum like this, y-y’know? in my boxers like a — fuck — like a teenager,” yuuji stutters, chasing words that don’t make sense on his tongue. hips running after the solace your soft strokes. “makes me feel so filthy, but i’ve been waiting for you. t-to notice? how badly i’ve wanted it to be you touching me like this. i’d do anything for you. anything, baby girl.”
his honesty turns and twists your guts into feverish knots.
“then will you?” you purr artlessly. eyes on the string of drooly white leaking from his sensitive tip. “wanna see how much you cum too.”
“god yes, i can cum. i’ll cum for you. just —!” yuuji’s large hand slips around your wrist and he guides you. helps you tug on the parts of his dick that make him gargle and struggle for breath. he bucks upwards, chasing pleasure and the heavenly solace your fist has to offer. “that’s it, just like that. make me cum, been waiting for so long.”
you’re in awe of it all. the ripple of his abs as he thrusts, the way moans coil in between the letters of your name as they leave his lips. you touch yuuji like you were made for it, jerk him off as though it were instinct. squeezing him every time his hips draw back, circling his tip over and over in languid runs of your thumb around the world.
he takes that as a sign, permission to let go of the unravelling knot he’s been trying to hold together since first laying beside you. on instinct, like his body knows nothing else, he squeezes you tight against him — cheek smooshed against your crown, shaky loud and whimpers in your ear that have your own underwear damp and he snaps.
like a twig with little resistance to pressure.
“oh my god — baby, shit!”
yuuji’s release is sizeable, viscous like lava flow as it rockets hotly up his abdomen and pools amongst the ridges of his abs and belly button. white against gold. his underwear is positively soiled all the way through, crude stringy cum gathering amongst his balls and your wriggling fingers as you jerk him through his high. where his back bows towards the ceiling as though the heavens have come to collect his sweet soul and his thighs shake like his foundations are unsteady.
and even after all that, all the ropes of hot white that hit his skin — he’s still hard and swollen, monstrous in size that suddenly dawns on you as yuuji rolls you onto your back. landing on top.
his shoulders, as they heave, block out the glow of the movie playing behind him — crowding you against the pillows, acting as a shield to hide you away from the world and you feel him heavy against your tummy. cold with slick but heated with arousal at the same time.
your roommate grins, buzzing and slow. “how many inches is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken?”
“i don’t… know? i’ve never measured?” you squeak, suddenly flushed with a delicious mix of horniness and fear. “why?”
yuuji clicks his tongue then, big hand sliding up your face to cover your mouth — his free one guiding his erection between your now parted thighs.
“just wondering, how much of me you’ll be able to take tonight.”
end ! likes are appreciated, but just liking doesn’t do much on tumblr! to support and motivate myself and other writers, reply, reblog and comment if you'd like to see more!! — asks are open to thirsts and thoughts! join my taglist ! love you!
ah... mha... i think i stopped watching around season 3? (which is strange because overhaul was my fav) and only kept up with the manga a little past that arc?
i remember liking aizawa but i probably could not write for him or any of the characters comfortably without catching up with the show (which is ended now i believe?) maybe that will be one of my projects...
lucky for you anon... there IS something to peek!!! this is a totally normal fic btw nothing bad is going to happen.......
People gave you strange looks, probably due to the split lip and the menacing man following you around. You were used to the latter; people tended to avoid you when Sukuna was around, which used to annoy you. For now, you could appreciate it.
“Should we get some snacks?” Sukuna hunched over the cart, looking toward the chips aisle. “I don’t really have much in the apartment. I’m a boring old man now.”
He paid for everything, despite your protest. But you had to admit, you were quietly impressed… Sukuna used to ask you to borrow money back in the day. The man who'd go shot for shot with you and stuff his face with cheap pizza was now the one who squinted down at the back of a cereal box to read the nutritional facts.
omg at first i didn't see the picture but i was pleasantly surprised 😂 thats lowk how i look writing them too lmaoo and yes HIIIII i had been lowk stalking your blog so i thought i would just man up and follow hehehehe thank you for being moots with me!
I wonder, how long does it usually take for you to write your pieces :OOO you always bust them outso fast it’s impressive!!
ooo i love all these writing process questions :3 as of late i have had a lot of free time so i can write maybe 3-4 pieces a day, which i usually queue over the course of a few days. but the weekends usually get busy for me so I haven’t had time to write, which is why my posting is kind of slow atm :( but will hopefully get a couple reqs out this week!!
will you ever do a multi fic for jjk? I am so curious on how you perceive others in it!!
yes i would if someone asked for it!! there’s a lot of characters i would write for jjk, so it would be helpful if the req also included some characters you def wanted to see in a “how would jjk charas react to xyz” !!! thank u for the ask :3
Wait, about your recent yuuta suicide thirst taking place in a non-sorcerer au.
What if Yuuta gave the reader cpr, effectively bringing her back to life? his lips and air the only reason your alive and breathing. and at that point, there's no denying your his.
Does this make sense😭?? Basically Yuuta being possessive because you're only still alive 'cause of him. Kinda like a rebirth. So there's no reason to think about your old life anymore... not when Yuuta's literally given you a new one.
yes it does make sense!!! if he can organically bring you back to life (via cpr) he feels like it was divine intervention. you were not meant to die, you are supposed to be with him, the one who brought you back from death, forever!
yuuta in general just has a gigantic savior complex. he thinks he's doing everything for your own good, keeping you away from the scary world (especially within canon).
What is the ratio of requests that go in the garbage vs get taken
this is a great question!! i try my best to answer as many as i can. sometimes asks sit in my inbox for a while and i either feel bad that i have taken so long OR just haven't been able to come up with anything for it, so i sadly delete them :< my process is usually i can come up with one scene that i can write around, but if i can't picture that, then i feel like the writing can fall flat that's not enjoyable for anyone!!
statistically speaking, i think i delete maybe 1/4 of the requests i receive. like i said, i really try to write as many as i can, sometimes combining requests when maybe one has more of a conceptual idea while another gives a more concrete action that they'd like to see (or if the requests are just very similar in general).
tldr: i cannot write all the requests i receive for a plethora of reasons, but i hope that you all understand that i appreciate all of you!!
Why did reader go with kyojuro so easily, and are we ever gonna get a part 2 to independent reader x kyojuro
this is a great pairing of questions!! in my latest kyojurou fic, i characterized reader as rather meek/mild, not wanting to draw attention to themselves especially under the circumstances of the era. if they had been seen by anyone, it could have been blamed on reader somehow because of era typical misogyny, etc. for that reason, i chose to represent reader as someone who does not feel like they actually make choices for themselves and instead choices are made for them.
i tend to lead toward very submissive/meek readers (i knowww im sorri), so writing independent reader is very difficult for me! so i am not sure if i will continue the series. but great questions!!
anon... i am afraid there is nothing to peek... but i will expand on some requests that i'm starting on soon!
have quite a few multi kny requests, kind of like the rankings i've done before as well as one going back to the wisteria reader series!
a couple of yuuta and sanemi requests as always! very excited for those. i also have a giyuu request with a fellow hashira reader, and one for kyojurou if he survived mugen train (which is interesting because i just posted something similar!)
overall have some exciting things to write about! but as always, feel free to send in your thoughts!!
Do you think yuuta would actually force reader to commit suicide if she attempted again?
this is a great question!! i have a couple of different answers depending on how you look at it... (post anon is referring to linked here!)
-content warning: SUICIDE, murder?, kidnapping/captivity, the smallest mention of NECROPHILIA
if you are placing the fic in the canonical sorcery universe, yuuta could technically just reverse technique heal you... so i think at the end of the day, if you were really on death's door, he would heal you. BUT if you managed to die and he finds your body, unable to bring you back to life, he would def kill himself.
if reading it in a non-sorcerer au... it still could go either way. i think yuuta would allow you or bring you to the brink of death, only to not follow through because he's actually too much of a coward. but i think he would also misjudge how far he's going and accidentally kill you and have a full blown panic attack before finally joining you<3 (and he'd probably do other things to your corpse js...)
but also i try to leave some thing ambiguous so it is up to your interpretation what you think would happen... not that you would, right?? yuuta would be so devestated....
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