yzaelki just yzaelki

but did some people lowkey forget that xreader fics were BUILT upon using y/n????…..like i understand the need to specify genders at the beginning, but y/n inherently is not gendered. i know a lot of people get away with using nicknames (even if some are imo more cringey than using y/n) or saying something like “he said your name in a whisper” then proceeds to give actual dialogue…..that’s basically using y/n just spelled out…..

see i don’t see the big issue and i use it when i cannot make a believable nickname because if i just give the reader a name, babes that’s an oc

so i will continue to keep using y/n because i can and i want to 😌

DESCRIPTION welcome to kinktober 2025! i’m so excited to take part in it this year and hopefully complete everything. as always, each piece will have individual warnings and everything is intended for an 18+ audience only. if you’d like to be added to my taglist for this event, leave me a comment or send an ask! please remember to reblog and comment when you’re reading <3 xoxo

TAGS bimbos, big dicks, creampies, unprotected sex, threesomes, choking, squirting, spanking, dirty talk, spit, dumbificiation, breeding, overstimulation, corruption, cunnilingus, blowjobs, mirror sex, bondage, slapping, exhibitionism, voyeurism, double penetration, dacryphilia, blood, sluts, femdom, dry humping, power dynamics, etc.

▷ BAD BOY NEXT DOOR SCHOOLS VIRGIN BIMBO!

CORRUPTION — bakugo katsuki doesn’t know much about the girl who lives next door, aside from the fact that she wears polka dot panties and has somehow nearly set her house on fire twice in the span of a month. when a package accidentally arrives to his door, he ends up learning much more than he expected to—about himself and you.

▷ BLOODTHIRSTY VAMPIRE DEVOURS PARTY GIRL!

MONSTERFUCKING — under the full moon, the bloodthirsty count sukuna is on the hunt for something to sink his fangs into. on your way out of a party, you happen to come along at the right time, and with plenty of blood to offer.

▷ SLUTTING OUT MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND!

DUMBIFICATION — miya osamu’s been one of your closest friends since high school, and his brother’s been the object of your affections for even longer. travel plans get you into their house for a convenient sleepover, but mistaking one for the other—and getting a porno-worthy pussy pounding—is entirely your fault.

featuring a mix of characters* from my hero academia, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, invincible, & demon slayer! you may send me an ask with a character + a kink/scenario and i’ll write something short and sweet for you <3

As Sukuna’s fame skyrockets, his love for you becomes even more apparent. He takes you to events, not for the cameras, but because he just doesn’t want to be without you. When he's on the red carpet, his arm is always around your waist, leaning down to whisper something that makes you laugh, not caring about the paparazzi flashing around. The height difference, his dominant presence, and your quiet confidence together make you a couple people can't stop talking about. You're that effortlessly cool, low-key power couple.

At award shows, every time he wins, the first person he thanks is you. It doesn’t matter if the category has nothing to do with you—he still finds a way to dedicate it to you. “I wouldn’t be here without my girl,” he says into the mic with a cocky grin. The audience eats it up, but you just roll your eyes, knowing how over-the-top he can be.

Then, there’s that one performance. The one where he’s on stage, killing it, and in the middle of a song, he just walks off stage to where you’re sitting in the front row. Without skipping a beat, he leans down, cups your face, and kisses you right there in front of thousands of screaming fans. It’s all over social media in seconds, but he doesn’t care. He loves showing the world that you’re his.

Synopsis: What should you do when you're being forced into marriage?

a. Seek ravishment from the most notorious rake

b. Get ravished by a stranger who you thought was the most notorious rake

c. Get married anyway d. All of the above

warnings: fem!reader, afab reader, 18+, mdni, themes of misogyny, historical inaccuracy, dubcon (not really but it's a case of mistaken identity), public sex, dry humping, making out, reader is called good girl.

a/n: think of it as a Bridgerton au. not historically accurate at all, and i might have gone overboard with the dialogue. i also use the phrase 'notorious rake' too much, but there's so much fun to be had in this universe

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"She's turning four and twenty next month! She debuted six years ago! She'll be on the shelf if you wait any longer. I've given enough autonomy to you, and clearly, I am the only one who's worried about the poor child!"

Your aunt announces to your mother a fair morning in September, having arrived at your townhouse in London a mere three days after you and your family had yourselves arrived for the season.

You freeze in your seat at the sudden change in topic (they had been discussing lace doilies, for heaven's sake), teacup raised halfway to your mouth. Your mother is also taken aback at this, although she hides it better than you, having years of experience dealing with your father's cousin.

Painting a gracious smile, ignoring your sudden personification of the stone gargoyles that graced the roof of your townhouse, she swallows her sip of tea.

"Surely, you've given this a lot of thought."

Your aunt sniffs, the flamboyant feathers on her dress quivering as you watch, teacup still in hand, " Someone has to! You handle a household so charmingly my dear, but you are too lax with your daughter. I should have known the moment you and my brother decided on teaching the lass Mathematics and Science. Honestly, had she taken up the piano forte instead she might already be popping out her third child!"

Your mother's smile becomes strained as she pats your hand, gesturing you to put down your teacup. "The piano forte is of course, a fine skill to be knowledgeable of. We have been looking for suitable er suitors for her, but you must know how the mart is, there's been a recent dearth of good men."

"What a load of hogwash that is! You know the ladies of the ton have been talking, after that whole ordeal with Lord Miya, especially Lady Evans- she gossips entirely too much for her own good. Either way, I have a perfect gentleman in mind for her, in fact they share quite a bit in common."

You watch in horror as your mother's interest piques at this, and your aunt barrels on. White noise fills your ears as you find yourself rising from the breakfast table, barely remembering to excuse yourself, rushing to your room. Gripping a bed post you lower yourself on your bed. It wasn't as if you were unaware of the fact that you were nearing an age after which you could no longer be looked at as an eligible option, nor were you unaware that your parents wished you married soon. However, you quite liked your life on the sidelines. You had a bit more autonomy than usual for an unmarried woman your age, and after what your friends and neighbors had said about marriage itself, you certainly were in no rush to partake.

You had to get out of this, by any means necessary.

Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Fluff?

Author’s Note: 🩷 Work has been fucking me up haha

The taxi rolled smoothly through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, the city's bustling energy muted by the quiet hum of the car's engine. Inside, Ushijima sat in silence, his eyes fixed on the figures beside him. You sat in the middle seat, hand gently caressing Asahi's hair as he slept soundly, his small body curled up against you. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the windows, casting a gentle luminescence over you.

Ushijima couldn't tear his gaze away from you and Asahi. The way your fingers moved through Asahi's hair, the soft rise and fall of his son's chest as he breathed, and the serene expression on your face as you watched over him—it all felt surreal. A part of him still struggled to comprehend the rapid changes that had uprooted his life. But another part, a deeper, more instinctive part, felt an overwhelming sense of rightness. This was where he was meant to be, with you, with Asahi.

You glanced at Ushijima, catching his intense gaze. You offered a small, reassuring smile, sensing the whirlwind of emotions behind his stoic facade. "He's completely knocked out," you whispered, voice barely audible over the car's engine. "It was a long day for him."

Ushijima nodded, his expression softening. "I'm glad he's comfortable," he replied quietly. "It's a big change for all of us.”

You continued to stroke Asahi's hair, your touch tender and comforting. "It is," you agreed. "But we'll make it work. Together."

The taxi eventually turned onto a quieter street, pulling up in front of a modern apartment building. Ushijima paid the driver and stepped out, then turned to help you as you carefully lifted Asahi from the seat. The boy stirred slightly but remained asleep, his head resting against your shoulder.

Ushijima grabbed the bags from the trunk and led the way into the building, holding the door open for you and Asahi. As you stepped into the elevator, the metallic doors closed with a soft chime, sealing them in a small cocoon of silence. Ushijima glanced at you, his mind filled with a thousand unspoken thoughts.

"Thank you for coming with me," he said finally, his voice low and sincere. "I know this wasn't easy for you."

You smiled softly, shifting Asahi's weight in your arms. "We needed to be together," you replied simply. "For Asahi's sake.” ‘And for ours’ Ushijima thought.

The elevator doors opened onto Ushijima's floor, and you stepped out into the hallway. He led you to his apartment, unlocking the door and pushing it open. The interior was neat and modern, but it had a lived-in feel, with personal touches that spoke of Ushijima's life here. As you entered, you looked around, taking in the space that would now be their home… temporarily.

"It's nice," you said, voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You've made it a real home."

Ushijima set the bags down and turned to you, his eyes earnest. "It's temporary," he explained. "I'm in the process of finding a house. Something more suitable for all of us. This happened so quickly, and I wanted to make sure you both were comfortable while we transition."

You nodded, eyes meeting his. "I understand. We can make do for now. It's more important that we're together."

Ushijima's expression softened further, a rare warmth in his gaze. "I want you both to feel at home here. If there's anything you need, just let me know."

You smiled, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over you. "Thank you, Ushijima. That means a lot."

Asahi stirred in your arms, blinking sleepily as he woke up. He looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with wide, curious eyes. "Where are we, Mama?" he asked, his voice small and sleepy.

"We're in Tokyo, sweetie," You replied, kissing his forehead. "This is where we're going to live now, with Daddy."

Asahi's eyes brightened with the innocent excitement of a child. "Really?”

Ushijima stepped closer, his heart swelling at the sight of his son. "Yes, Asahi.” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination.

You set Asahi down, and he immediately began exploring the apartment, his curiosity piqued. Ushijima watched him with a smile, feeling a sense of completeness that had been missing from his life. He turned back to you, who was watching Asahi with a tender expression.

"This is a big adjustment for him," Ushijima said, his tone thoughtful. "But I think he'll adapt quickly. Children are resilient."

You nodded, eyes following Asahi as he explored. "He will. Especially with both of us here to support him."

Ushijima stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. "And you? How are you feeling about all of this?"

You looked up at him, eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "It's overwhelming," you admitted. "But it's also... right. It feels like we're finally where we're supposed to be."

Ushijima's heart swelled at your words. "We'll make this work, I promise."

Asahi's excited chatter filled the room as he discovered new corners and objects. You and Ushijima watched him, the shared commitment to your son strengthening the bond. Despite the challenges ahead, there was a sense of hope and unity that made everything seem possible.

You spent the rest of the evening settling in, with Ushijima helping you unpack your things and Asahi exploring every inch of his new home. As the night grew late, you tucked Asahi into his new bed, his small form quickly drifting off to sleep.

Ushijima stood in the doorway, watching with a soft expression as you kissed Asahi goodnight. When you joined him, you walked back to the living room together, a comfortable silence settling between you.

Ushijima turned to you, his voice filled with quiet resolve. "We'll start fresh here, as a family. And I'll do everything I can to make sure you and Asahi are happy."

You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Ushijima. For everything."

As you stepped out of the room, he saw how tired you look, yet there was a peacefulness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time. He gestured for you to follow him to his room.

“There’s only one guest room,” Ushijima began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “And one room… one bed left, which is mine. You can take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You shook your head immediately, a stubborn set to your jaw. “No, Ushijima. I’m the one intruding. You should sleep in your own bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“That’s nonsense,” Ushijima replied, his tone firm but gentle. “You’ll be more comfortable in the bed.”

You crossed your arms, your resolve unwavering. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home. I’ll be fine.”

He stood in silence for a moment, the impasse between you evident. Ushijima’s brow furrowed as he considered the options. He knew you well enough to understand that you wouldn’t back down easily, but he also couldn’t let you sleep on the couch when you needed rest.

“Alright,” he said finally, his voice softer. “How about we both sleep in the bed? It’s big enough for the two of us.”

You blinked in surprise, your cheeks flushing slightly. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make things awkward.”

“It’s not awkward,” Ushijima chuckled, assuring you. “I know we are going slow…” Ushijima said as he caressed your cheek. “But believe me… it’s not awkward.”

You hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded, a small smile playing at your lips. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

He led the way to his bedroom, opening the door to reveal a spacious room with a large bed in the center. The room was neat, with minimal decorations, reflecting Ushijima’s practical nature. You glanced around, appreciating the simplicity of the space.

“I’ll grab some extra pillows and blankets,” Ushijima said, moving to the closet. He pulled out a couple of pillows and an extra blanket, placing them on the bed. “You can take the left side.”

You took your bag with your products and a towel. “I’m going to take a quick shower," you said, looking at Ushijima. "See you in a minute.”

Ushijima nodded, his expression softening. "Of course. Take your time."

You smiled at him, the warmth of his affection evident in your eyes. "Thank you."

You walked towards the bathroom, Ushijima listened to the sound of the water running, a soothing backdrop to the night calm. He busied himself with tidying up, settling your side of the bed and making sure everything was in place.

As he worked, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw Hirugami's name flashing. He answered the call, his voice calm and measured. "Hello, Hirugami."

"Ushijima! Welcome back to Tokyo," Hirugami’s cheerful voice boomed through the phone. "How’s it going? How’s everything?"

Ushijima glanced toward the bathroom door, ensuring you were still out of earshot. "It’s going well. We just arrived. Still getting settled in."

"That’s great to hear," Hirugami replied. "So, are you planning to come back to the team soon? We miss having you around."

"I need a few more days to settle in properly," Ushijima said, his tone firm but considerate. "I’ll be back soon."

Hirugami laughed, a playful edge to his voice. "I’m sure Hakari will be thrilled to see you back. She’s been waiting for you, you know."

Ushijima felt a flicker of irritation but kept his voice even. "I’m sure the team will manage just fine without me for a few more days."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hirugami teased. "Just don’t keep us waiting too long, okay? And give my best to your…new family?”

Ushijima’s grip tightened on the phone. "I will. Thank you, Hirugami."

"No problem, man. Take care, and see you soon."

Ushijima ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort from Hirugami’s teasing. His thoughts returned to you and Asahi, the two most important people in his life now.

After a while, the water stopped, and he heard you moving around in the bathroom. He took the opportunity to grab his things to take a bath.

The bathroom door opened, and you stepped out, wrapped in a towel with your hair damp. You looked refreshed, cheeks slightly flushed from the warm water.

"Feel better?" Ushijima asked, standing up to greet you.

"Much better," you replied with a smile.

Ushijima nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “I’m glad.”

You moved to the bed, beginning to dry your hair with a smaller towel. "Did you get a call while I was in there?"

"Yes, from Hirugami," Ushijima said, his tone neutral. "He was just checking in."

Your expression grew curious. "How’s the team?"

"They’re fine. They’re eager for me to return, but I told them I need a few more days," Ushijima explained.

You nodded, a thoughtful look crossing your face. "It’s good that they understand.”

Ushijima walked over to you gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "I want to make sure you and Asahi are settled before I go back. That’s my priority now."

You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Ushijima. It means a lot."

He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead. "We’re in this together. All of us."

When Ushijima returned from the bathroom, dressed in a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, you were already under the covers, hair fanned out on the pillow. He hesitated for a moment at the sight of you in his bed, feeling a strange sense of rightness that you were here, in his space.

He climbed into bed, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you. The bed was indeed large enough for both of you, but the proximity was still intimate. You both lay there in silence for a moment, the room filled with the soft hum of the city outside.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” You said quietly, breaking the silence. “For everything. For bringing us here, for making us feel welcome.”

Ushijima turned his head to look at you, his eyes softening. “You don’t need to thank me. This is where you both belong.”

You smiled, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It means a lot. More than you know.”

He reached out, his hand finding yours under the covers. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise of support and commitment. You squeezed back, feeling a warmth spread through you at the simple gesture.

As you lay there, the initial awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a comforting sense of closeness. Ushijima’s presence, solid and reassuring, was a balm to yours weary soul. You found yourself relaxing, breathing evening out as the events of the day caught up with you.

Ushijima watched you for a moment longer, his heart swelling with emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel. This was his family, and he would do everything in his power to protect you and make you happy.

“Goodnight” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Goodnight,” you replied, your voice warm and tender.

Both of you fell asleep like that, hand in hand, finding comfort in each other’s presence. The future was uncertain, filled with challenges and changes, but for now, they had this moment. And that was enough.

Ushijima woke to the soft murmur of a voice. Blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains, he turned his head to find Asahi standing by the bed, wide-eyed and curious.

"Daddy?" Asahi whispered, his voice a mixture of awe and confusion.

Ushijima's heart swelled at the word. He shifted carefully, ensuring he doesn’t wake you. “Good morning, Asahi.”

Asahi's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Morning, Daddy!"

You stirred slightly beside him, but Ushijima was determined to let you rest. He slipped out of bed with practiced ease, motioning for Asahi to follow him. They tiptoed out of the room, Ushijima closing the door quietly behind them.

In the kitchen, Asahi's curiosity was boundless. "What are we gonna do, Daddy?"

Ushijima smiled, his usually stoic face softening. "We're going to make breakfast. Your mom had a long day yesterday, so we'll let her sleep a bit longer."

Asahi's eyes widened with excitement. "Can I help?"

"Of course," Ushijima replied, lifting Asahi onto a stool by the counter. "What do you like for breakfast?"

Asahi's face scrunched up in concentration. "Pancakes! With lots of syrup!"

Ushijima nodded, his movements calm and deliberate as he gathered the ingredients. He handed Asahi a small whisk and a bowl of flour. "Stir this, okay? Gently."

Asahi took the task very seriously, his little hands moving the whisk with great care. Ushijima watched him with a mixture of amusement and pride. This was new territory for him, but he was determined to make it special.

As the batter came together, Ushijima found himself enjoying the process more than he had expected. Asahi chattered away, his stories about kindergarten and friends flowing freely. Ushijima listened intently, his deep voice occasionally offering a question or comment.

“Daddy, do you like pancakes?” Asahi asked suddenly, looking up with big, curious eyes.

“I do,” Ushijima said, his lips quirking into a smile. “Especially when they’re made with my son.”

Asahi beamed at the compliment, his whisking growing more enthusiastic. Flour puffed into the air, landing on the counter and dusting Asahi’s pajamas. Ushijima couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

They cooked together, Asahi’s laughter filling the kitchen as they flipped pancakes and added toppings. When the stack was complete, Ushijima set the table, placing a small plate in front of Asahi filled with pancakes, syrup, and fresh fruit.

“Can we watch cartoons, Daddy?” Asahi asked, already sliding off his stool and heading towards the living room.

“Alright,” Ushijima agreed, carrying their breakfast to the coffee table. It was a strange feeling, breaking his strict routine, but he found he didn’t mind at all.

Asahi turned on the TV, quickly finding his favorite show. They settled on the floor, the bright colors and cheerful characters providing a lively backdrop to their morning meal. Ushijima found himself engrossed, not in the show, but in Asahi’s joy.

“Look, Daddy, it’s my favorite part!” Asahi exclaimed, his face glowing with excitement.

Ushijima watched the screen, trying to understand the appeal. The antics of the cartoon characters were lost on him, but Asahi’s enthusiasm was infectious. He smiled, nodding along and offering occasional comments that made Asahi giggle.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Asahi asked between bites of pancake.

“It’s… interesting,” Ushijima said diplomatically, earning another giggle from his son.

They continued like this, the morning stretching out in a series of small, perfect moments. Asahi’s laughter, the comfortable warmth of the room, and the delicious scent of pancakes created a bubble of contentment that Ushijima never wanted to burst.

As the final credits rolled on the show, Asahi leaned against Ushijima, his small frame fitting perfectly against his father’s side. “Can we do this every day, Daddy?”

Ushijima’s heart ached with a fierce protectiveness. “We’ll do this as often as we can,” he promised, ruffling Asahi’s hair. “I’ll always make time for you.”

Just then, you appeared at the doorway, hair tousled from sleep and a soft smile on your face as you took in the scene. “Good morning,” you said, voice warm with affection.

“Morning, Mommy!” Asahi called, his excitement renewed at seeing you.

“Good morning,” Ushijima echoed, standing to greet you. “We made breakfast.”

Your smile widened as you joined them on the floor, your presence completing their little circle. Sharing the rest of the morning together, the bond strengthening with each laugh, each shared story, and each bite of pancake.

Ushijima glanced at you, your eyes meeting for a brief, meaningful moment. He was grateful for this chance to be a part of your lives, to create these memories. For the first time in years, his morning routine felt perfectly right, exactly as it should be.

noya slaps your back lightly while encouraging you loudly, his hand resting on your lower back. suga rubs your shoulder blades in acknowledgment, a reassuring smile plastered on his face, daichi ruffles your hair with a chuckle. "you'll get it next time yn, i believe in you!" hinata exclaims with starry eyes as he skips towards you, the noise of his squeaky shoes bounces off the gym walls and before his hands get to slap against your shoulders he gets cut off, a volleyball bouncing off the back of his fluffy tangerine hair. "YEOWWWWW!!!!" he yells out, grabbing his head dramatically. "lay off pipsqueak." tsukishimas voice echos through everyones ears as he walks over to you with the same volleyball he threw at hinata. "hey what was tha-" hinata starts but quickly cut off by tsukishimas quiet voice that was aimed toward you. his gaze lingers for a bit, glasses shining when his eyes meet with your seemingly longing ones. "...can i talk to you real quick?" tsukishima says slowly while looking down at sugas comforting hand on your shoulder, that same shoulder losing the warmth of his hand when he lets go. "you can't just take them! they're practicing with us!" noyas booming voice causes tsukishima to roll his eyes. "let it go bro! he looks mad!" tanaka butts in and noya mumbles a sassy "whatever" and shrugs his hand off your back. "yeah...'course you can talk to-" "privately."

you follow tsukishima outside the gym, not without a few "ooooo"s and you could've sworn you heard yamaguchi cheering on with a, "you got this tsukki!". maybe you misheard? tsukishimas back is faced towards you but you can almost make out the expression he has, the usual nonchalant and confident aura from him has been replaced with...nervousness, it almost feels like. his shoulders are slightly raised like a startled cat and he glances back at you, the crusty white light attached to the gym building glowing against tsukishimas pale porcelain skin and his glasses show a faint reflection of your figure, he looks away from you swiftly. your heart skips a beat. the only thing keeping this situation from being awkwardly quiet is the distant sound of crickets chirping and an eventual sigh escapes his chest. "soooo," you break the painful silence. "why'd you n-" you start, trying to strike a conversation with the blonde boy but he cuts you off. "why do you let them touch you all the time?" he asks harshly turning around to look down at you. your face twists into confusion, your eyebrows scrunching together. tsukishima scoffs and rolls his eyes. "is it not annoying?" he cocks his head mockingly, taking a step closer to you. you huff, "so you brought me out of practice to shit talk your teammates?" you cross your arms, "those are my friends y'know?" "do you need such touchy friends?" he asks, his golden eyes narrowing at you, his body leaning downward to get closer to you. "why do you care so much?" you question him and he goes silent. "what? you like me or something?" you joke, a proud smile creeping onto your face at his surprised expression, he quickly furrows his brows and stands up straight. "maybe i do yn! maybe i do like you. maybe i can't stand seeing any other boys filthy hands on you because i like you, i should be with you! not your childish little 'friends'!" tsukishima exclaims and he rubs his face in frustration, running his hands through his short blonde locks, refusing to look at your face.