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eywascall · 2 months
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A CUP OF TEARS
pairing: (king!husband) wakatoshi ushijima x (queen!wife) female!reader
warning: ancient times (inaccurate), angst, and not proofread
word count: 400
DNI/BYF
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You have made countless attempts of conceiving a child, one made between the love of you and your beloved king. Yet no amount of prayer or brewed elixirs were helpful as the results were all the same. This was your breaking point. You cannot continue on like this. One pregnancy after another just when you thought you would have your very own bundle of joy, the familiar pain of loss engulfs you. Ushijima wanted to try once more but you knew deep down the future the two of you planned was not going to happen. Therefore, there was only one solution left. If the queen cannot conceive then a surrogate mother is needed. It is not a choice you or Ushijima wanted but an heir is needed for the sake of the kingdom. Whether the two of you like it or not his mother has already pressured him to do so. And at the end you agreed. He was fully against it but considering the heavy circumstances the kingdom is in, he may not have another choice.
So tonight before he does the deed with the chosen surrogate mother, the two of you have dinner with one another. Your utensils clank against the plate as your eyes never leave your plate. This has been the longest time since you had a quiet dinner. Ushijima wanted to say something yet the words he wanted to speak were stuck in his throat. The will to say anything has never been so strong. You continue eating before bringing a bottle of alcohol to the table. Your hands carefully pour a glass for yourself and your husband. But before handing his share, you bring the glass to your cheek as you allow a few drops of tears to fall into his cup. Then handed it to him without speaking a word to him. He drinks the cup of alcohol all in one go.
May he consume all the grief you shall feel after tonight. You’ll be sleeping in a different quarter as you await tomorrow. From there on, things shall surely get tricky. However, one thing's for sure: the child that will be birthed in the next couple of months will be loved dearly. It doesn’t matter if you are related by blood, no child should be deprived of love from a parent. You shall not repeat the same mistakes of your parents, never.
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moonswolfie · 5 months
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The HQ!! boys with their number 1 princess
I highly recommend listening to world is mine while reading!!
in case you couldn't tell this is based on the song world is mine (i'm sure my mutuals are sick of hearing me talk about this song atp lmaoooo)
Characters featured: Ushijima, Kageyama, Kenma, Oikawa, Kita
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𖦹:・゚Ushijima Wakatoshi
"Well, are you gonna say anything or not?!" your sudden outburst surprised Wakatoshi.
"Was I supposed to say something?" he asked, almost used to you getting angry for seemingly no reason at this point.
You huffed, crossing your arms. "You didn't even notice, did you?!"
"Notice what?" he asked, clearly confused. He simply wanted to know the reason you're angry with him and how he can fix it. He thinks you look much better when smiling, after all.
"You idiot! I got my hair done! I was flipping my hair at you all day and you didn't even acknowledge it!" you turned away from him, hmphing.
"Oh. I did notice the hair." he stated simply.
"Well then say something about it!"
𖦹:・゚Kageyama Tobio
"Hey, let's- what is that?" Kageyama stopped mid sentence when noticing the drawing in your notebook.
You closed it at light speed.
"Hey! Don't look at things you're not supposed to!" you scolded him, clutching the notebook in your hold.
What Kageyama just got a glance at was your self-indulgent drawing of him as a prince kissing your hand.
"It was wide open for everyone to see!" Kageyama defended himself, clenching his fist.
"Whatever, just- you didn't see anything, okay?" you swatted his chest lightly with your hand.
"Wait, that kind of looked like you-"
"You didn't see anything, okay?"
𖦹:・゚Kozume Kenma
"Get me pudding. That's an order." you crossed your arms, plopping down on the bench.
His very fortunately colored hair left you with a little craving.
Kenma sighed, going back to walk into the store. How in the world does he always end up complying to your demands, anyways?
After he bought the pudding, he brought it back to you, who was still pouting and sitting on the bench with your legs crossed. When you noticed him and the pudding in his hands, your face lit up.
"Thank you!!˜" you smiled cheerily, snatching the pudding out of his hands.
Oh, now he knows why. That sweet smile is far too addicting.
𖦹:・゚Oikawa Tooru
"Hey! Look at me, will you?!" you kicked Oikawa with your pretty pair of heels.
You went to hang out and he barely even looked at your cute outfit. This is absolutely criminal.
"Owww, stop that, will you?!" he complained, mumbling about how he can't catch a break from being abused. How does he always end up with friends who hit him, anyways?
"Fine, fine, I'll look." he rubbed his back, finally looking you up and down.
"You look..."
"I look...?"
"Pretty okay, I guess?" Oikawa winked, shrugging, as if he didn't just experience ten consecutive heart attacks from how cute you looked in that dress. Internally, of course.
"You little- Ugh!" you swung at him again.
𖦹:・゚Kita Shinsuke
You walked away from Kita, who was busy with something else. If he isn't going to pay attention to you, you might as well go pet that cat across the street.
Ohh, it looks so cute and fluffy. You're ready to pounce.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being embraced from behind, flinching and turning your head back to see Kita.
"Uhhhh?!" you stammered out, completely flustered. What in the world?! He's actually hugging you right now! Could this mean...
"You almost ran into that person. Be more careful." he explained simply, letting you go and turning back to whatever he was doing.
Suddenly you're worried about your walking abilities with how much your legs are shaking.
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stawbeemilk · 15 days
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⤷ pet names they call their s/o - hq
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✩ characters: various
✩ warnings: f!reader
✩ a/n: it's been a long week but i'm back and (finally) off shift, so hopefully i'll be able to get some more writing done soon!!
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⭑ babe, baby, sunshine
he's definitely the type of boyfriend who refers to you by pet names more than your actual name. he will call you these with the biggest smile and so much fondness in his eyes, and it literally makes your heart melt every time.
⤷ bokuto, hinata, nishinoya, komi, tendou, inuoka
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⭑ sweetheart, darling, gorgeous
ugh he's so charming. he loves to call you these out of nowhere when you're least expecting it, enjoying the way you get all embarrassed and stumble over your words. he always knows exactly how to make your heart flutter and your stomach erupt with butterflies.
⤷ kuroo, akaashi, sugawara, oikawa, fukunaga, hirugami, kai
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⭑ pretty girl, doll, princess
he's such a tease, his favourite time to call you these is when you're mad at him because he knows it will catch you off guard and fluster you to no end, regardless of how angry you are. he's so smug about it too, it’s so infuriating but so hot at the same time.
⤷ suna, matsukawa, kyotani, konoha, semi, iwaizumi
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⭑ love, my love, my dear
he doesn't call you these all that often, and so when he does it only makes it that much more meaningful. he might not always be the most expressive, but you see the way his gaze softens when he looks at you, and it's clear from that alone just how much he adores you.
⤷ ushijima, daichi, kageyama, aone, sakusa, washio, kita
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⭑ bubs, cutie, bunny
he was a little embarrassed about referring to you by pet names at first, but now he finds that they just effortlessly roll off his tongue. he's a sucker for cute and sappy nicknames like these because he thinks they fit you perfectly.
⤷ kenma, yamaguchi, lev, koganegawa, goshiki, komori
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⭑ dove, honey, angel
it honestly surprises his friends when they overhear him calling you one of these, because as far as they're concerned it seems so out of character for him. if only they knew what he was like behind closed doors, they'd soon realise just how soft he really is for you.
⤷ yaku, tsukishima, futakuchi, yahaba, daishou, osamu
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⭑ hot stuff, sugar, my queen
he's such a simp for you. you can never tell if he's joking or if he's totally serious when he calls you these, but regardless of how much it might make you cringe, you can't deny that you find yourself fighting back a smile at how ridiculous he is.
⤷ tanaka, hanamaki, yamamoto, terushima, atsumu
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⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!
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pparadiselost · 1 year
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Hellooo I saw you write for haikyuu too so I was wondering if you could write one for Ushijima? With him being all desperate and frazzled compared to how he usually is.. thank youuu!
pantysniffer.
ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader ushijima can't help but indulge himself every now and then. warning(s): nsfw, size kink, overstimulation minors do not interact.
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ushijima wakatoshi is a pervert.
well, you can’t blame him. he really can’t help it. you’re the only person he’s felt this way towards, and after having dedicated most of his life to volleyball, he’s entranced at all of the strange feelings that keep surging up in his chest. he knows that he’s a coveted man, with all sorts of world renown volleyball teams willing to shell out enormous amounts of money to recruit him, but what consumes him most isn’t his ability, money, or even fame.
it’s you. a simple run-of-the-mill, average joe. nobody special, objectively speaking. your standard, everyday law-abiding citizen. 
he feels revolting. ushijima also knows that if he were to just ask you nicely, you’d happily do anything for him. you’d eagerly crawl into bed with him and let him do whatever he wanted you to. he spends hours every other night groping at your tits greedily or stretching out your tight cunt with his thick fingers, but for some reason, the illicit thrill of doing something he shouldn’t is what truly gets him going.
“mmngh…” his eyes are half-lidded, and his big fist strokes his swollen cock. the dignified part of him crawls in disgust at himself, but the pleasure that coils deep in his stomach is nothing short of electrifying. 
a pair of your cute, lacy panties are stretched over his face. his free hand holds the underwear over his nose, and he grunts into the thin fabric as he continues to fuck his fist. it’s freshly washed, so he can’t smell as much of you as he’d like, but it’s good enough. 
there’s something humiliating about someone like him, a prideful pro player, rifling through your clothes so he can find something to get off on. you’re so sweet to him, and here he is, repaying your patience and love by acting like a pent up middle school boy who’s never seen a girl before. even now, you’re running chores so you can make him a yummy dinner, and he’s taking advantage of the empty house to jerk off to your panties.
his mind flashes to all the memories of you all fucked out thanks to him. your cute smiley face contorted as you moan into your hands. “you’re going to break me, waka-!” you cry out, and dry trails of tears stretch across your cheeks. “you’re so big- oh- ohhhh, s-slow down…!”
his balls tighten. his dick twitches embarrassingly hard at the thought of breaking you with his cock, and ushijima takes another deep inhale into the crotch of your panties. he’s too big, too much for his own good, and you’re so good at accepting everything in a way that makes him wish he could keep you pinned down underneath him forever. 
he toys with the tip of his leaking cock with his thumb, flicking his sensitive cockhead. jolts of scorching heat crisscross through his body. 
you smell so good. everything you do turns him on. the way you innocently blink up at him, take your hand in his, even cheer for him at his games… he should honestly think about anything else other than fucking you like some shameless animal in heat, but everything you do goes straight to his dick.
you’ve broken him. you’ve tamed the stoic, 6’4” spiker into some pervert. and you have absolutely no clue about it.
“f-fuck…!” he clenches his eyes shut, and he slows down his strokes. he doesn’t want to blow his load just yet. ushijima wants to savor this perverseness a little longer. he wants to imagine your soft body, bending and submitting to his calloused hands. 
in his mind, he contorts your body into all sorts of positions: legs spread open for him on your shared bed, your smaller form pushed up against the wall and clinging desperately to him, bent over the coffee table… maybe he’ll even fuck you against the clear veranda windows. his cock drools hungrily at the thought of your embarrassed face, cute cunt tightening up even further on his monstruous dick as you squeal out about how someone’s gonna see the two of you fucking against the window. 
good. maybe he should get caught. maybe that’ll get him to quit acting like a depraved man.
but he won’t. jerking off to your panties is too much of a guilty pleasure for him to get sloppy enough to be caught.
ushijima wishes he could smell more of your soft, sweet cunt on your underwear. he should have gone through your dirty clothes instead. then he could smell you clearly. a dirty thong. your sweaty sports bra post-workout. hell, he could even work with your sheets. as long as it reminded him of you, ushijima could easily conjure up all sorts of lewd daydreams.
he can’t stop panting against your panties and rutting his hips into his fist. “fuck- fucking hell-!” he cusses under his breath. he wants you, and he wants you terribly. 
the faint whiffs of you that he gets from your underwear reminds him of the times he’d hold your trembling thighs apart. he’d eat you out until you were sobbing, his thick tongue invading every sensitive crevice of your hole. if only you’d let him, he’d suck at your swollen clit for hours. he’d let you push at his head to no avail, your tiny hands yanking at fistfuls of his hair. he’d moan against your cunt, and the vibrations would make you squeal and sob out his name. god, he’s obsessed. all of your little moans and squirms make him want to dominate you even more. he wants to swirl his tongue in slow circles against your entrance. he’d just tease you, wait until you were practically begging him to put something- anything- inside of your gaping hole. 
“‘t hurts, waka- need you inside me…!” you’d plead, your voice thick with desperation and arousal. he’s molded you perfectly to crave his touch. anything else wouldn’t be enough. he’d swallow mouthfuls of your arousal, letting the taste spread across the inside of his cheeks and the back of his throat. and you’d moan so angelically for him when his tongue finally invades you, your drenched walls eager to get fucked out by anything he’d give you.
he wants to get you to cum. your pleasure is his pleasure. everyone expects him to be some kind of hard-dom sadist in bed, but if anything, it’s the opposite. all ushijima ever wants is to get you off. watching you melt in his arms from pleasure and turn into a fucked out shell of yourself is what he loves most.
it’s why he loves it so much when you try to shut your thighs around his head. it’s a sign that he’s doing well, that the pleasure is too much for you. he loves prying your legs apart with his strong hands, his fingertips leaving small bruises in the plump flesh of your thighs. your moans always devolve from coherent whimpers of his name to slurred over mewls, and god, nothing makes him harder than that. 
even now, his cock jumps in his fist at the thought. ushijima moans under his breath, and he jerks himself off even faster. you make it way too easy for him to cum all over himself. what is it about you that turns him on this badly?
and eating you out has nothing on fucking you with his cock. he’ll leave you a mess, his entire mouth and chin drenched with your cum, and he’ll still want to stick his dick in you and make you cum even more. you have to be a stamina champ in your own right to keep up with him. you twitch and squirm when he grabs at your hips, and his enormous cock rubs in between your legs. 
“w-wait, i’m still sensitive-,” you choke out. the tears that bead at your eyelids drive him wild. “i can’t take your cock right now…!”
“please?” his voice is low and pleading, but the grip he has on you is almost monstrous. you relent, your pussy coiling in and the dull thrums of arousal pricking at your stomach. his cock always feels good inside you. you’ve never taken cock as big as his, and after having gotten used to sex with ushijima, both of you know that no other dick (be it from someone else or a toy) could even come close to feeling as good. 
“ahhh- waka- waka, please-” imagining your voice has ushijima squeezing his cock even harder. your cunt’s so tight, and it takes some effort to coax your taut walls into taking him whole. but you take him all the way, always. your pussy swallows inch after inch of his girthy length, and you’re recoiling into the bed by the time he bottoms out. 
he’s gonna cum. he can feel it. daydreaming about fucking you out on his cock is the breaking point for him. ushijima grits his teeth, and his abs tense up. he presses his nose more desperately into your panties, needing the push to send him over the ledge. he squeezes his cock with his fist, rubbing his calloused palm all over the twitching organ. 
he wants you, he needs you, he’s going to have you.
he vows to fuck you the moment he gets some time alone with you. after dinner maybe. he’ll butter you up with a few compliments, kiss your head as you cook, fiddle with the hem of your shirt. his cock twitches in agreement at the thought of having you so soon, and he groans. his voice gets louder and louder, unable to stop himself from wallowing in this lewd pleasure. 
ushijima’s a filthy, filthy man when it comes to you. 
nothing is sacred when you’re involved. he’s so, so insatiable greedy. all that’s on his mind is cumming, spilling all of his sticky cum all over his hand, pretending that he’s fucking your hole rather than his own fist. but your underwear and his imagination will have to do until your home, and trust him, it’s more than enough for right now.
“...kkgh-!” ushijima orgasms with a strangled cry. his vision blurs over, turning white around the edges. the pounding of his heartbeat inside of his temples escalates, and his balls tighten up harshly. generous ropes of pearly white cum shoot out, and it coats his chest, abs, and knuckles. the pleasure that consumes his body nearly knocks the wind out of him, and he throws his head back as he breathes heavily. your panties slip from his face and down onto the ground, and ushijima strokes his cock slowly through his high.
it’s so good. there’s a reason why he can’t get enough of this fucked up fetish of his. Even the shame that creeps in his stomach right after the pleasure starts to subside feels good. ushijima loves feeding this slightly masochistic side of him in dangerous increments. the coils of heat in his stomach unravel bit by bit, his vision starting to come back to its regular axis.
he sits there, stunned and still a bit fucked out. he’s overtaken with a horrendous need to see you and hold you, and he sorts his breath before deciding he should clean up and destroy any of the evidence. 
“waka? wakatoshi, are you there? can you help me bring the groceries in?” your voice reminds him of a clear sunny day when he hears your keys fiddle with the front door before swinging it open. 
he pads out to the entrance of your shared home, looking at you with his usual stoic expression as if nothing had happened. you smile at him, happy to be back with him. he wordlessly takes the heavy grocery bags from you, immediately moving into place to put them away in their appropriate place.
hopefully you won’t notice that one of your formerly clean panties has mysteriously moved from your dresser to the dirty laundry pile.
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taytak3syou · 1 year
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Spoils tf outta you. I’m talking diamond necklaces, pearls, new shoes, designer shirts, items signed by famous people. Pure luxury from this man. Finished an important paper from work? Necklace. Dropped food off for him? Designer dress. Made dinner? Shoes. It wouldn’t stop, you’ve had to move some of your things to a whole different room because it wouldn’t fit in your closet anymore. He was like a sugar daddy to you. Which is something you didn’t want. You didn’t want to seem like you were a sugar baby. Only in this relationship because your getting expensive things, no. Your in this relationship because you love this man and would do absolutely anything for him. Of course, he would do the same for you, but instead of telling you, he shows you by buying you things.
KENMA, DAICHI, Ushijima, Hinata, BOKUTO, Tanaka, SUNA TODOROKI, Hawks, DABI, Bakugou, Izuku, GOJO, TOJI
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toomanygoldfish · 3 months
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All the way up until you and your husband Ushijima were married, you had never worn any clothing, or took off any clothing that covered your hips in front of him. You told him it was because of modesty although he had never once made you feel like you had to explain it to him.
the true reason was you were embarrassed. You were embarrassed of the marks running from the tops of your hip bones down to the upper thigh. You were extremely embarrassed to admit to him the reason why you didn’t do anything like that. except when you told him he told you to come into the bathroom with him. He pulled his sweatpants down on the side to show you matching marks of his own. except of his there were little flowers drawn on them, making it out to look like a flowery vine. he hugged you.
the next day when getting out of the shower there was a small pen on the counter with a note attached to it
dear [name]
I’m sure you can turn what you perceive as the most ugly part of you, into one you perceive as wonderful. -Ushijima
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vainilla-milk · 1 year
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princess
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pairing: Ushijima x Fem! Reader
tags: too much fluff, female body, reader's height is 1.55m, time skip characters
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Ushijima has always been a reserved and unexpressive man, but for those who have been close to him, they know that this inexpressiveness is not an impediment to be someone very concerned about his own. Despite that, there was a side that he himself was unaware of and that had not yet come to light for everyone.
Until you came along.
You were both in college, he working on his sports career and you on your career related to journalism. You practically met him because of an assignment you were asked to do with your classmates, a sports-related report. 
Wakatoshi was big and imposing, his stony gaze made you nervous at first, but you managed to strike up a conversation with him. 
The acclaimed "Japan’s cannon" was the MOST docile man you had ever met in your life, naive and overly transparent.
You had been charmed by the boy, although you had to be resourceful to get him to talk to you. After that project, you didn't have any more contact with sports, but you didn't care about that. 
You became interested in volleyball and used the pretext to approach him again. 
Ushijima noticed your growing presence on his radar, but without giving it much importance, as you looked busy talking to several people present at the training. You were in and out of the place, always carrying some notebook handy with your pen. 
"Really your strength is impressive" you tell him one day after finishing his training. "I imagine you've trained very hard since you were little, haven't you?"
His stoic expression fixed on you, well, having to lower his gaze because of the size difference between him and you. You didn't get the blunt answer you were hoping for, it was simply a dry yes. 
You weren't going to give up just because of that. 
You tried again and again, until you became a constant in his life. Your stomach clenched with excitement the first time he was the one who took the initiative to talk to you.
To know more about you.
You invite him for coffee afterward and he accepts without objection. 
"You look pretty passionate about what you do" you hear him say. You lift your gaze from the sandwich to notice him and smile at him. 
Wakatoshi listened to you patiently and connected too much when you entered the waters of the sporting world. When you told him that he was the reason you became interested in volleyball and sports journalism, he felt a great warmth in his chest, so much so, that it was inevitable to smile. 
Everything pointed to the fact that from that moment on, he could never get you out of his mind again.
Your relationship was blossoming slowly but surely, Ushijima is quite the gentleman, you thought constantly. He cared about you, about your health, that you rest and eat well, hydrate and be happy. 
Because there has been no better discovery that behind that stoic face, hides a man who loves to pamper and spoil you.
Treat you like a princess. 
He genuinely loved to give you things as gifts, whether he surprised you by seeing a dress you had loved, new shoes to match a new outfit or your medicine to calm your menstrual discomfort. 
He left you a copy of the keys to his apartment in case you needed to study somewhere quiet, after all, he lives without roommates. You could sleep over if you wanted to. 
Were you tense? He helped you with massages. Were you feeling sick? He'd take you to the doctor. Did you need love? He'd make sure you got it all night long.
If you asked him for the moon, he would personally bring it down for you.
But to speak only of his love is an understatement in everything that really happened in the relationship, because you did not lag behind with your displays of affection. 
You supported him in everything that involved his career, taking advantage of the fact that your area allowed you to do so. You cooked for him, you tucked him in, you were there with him every moment. You got along very well with his father, something he quite appreciated, just as he appreciated that you were also able to get along with his former Shiratorizawa classmates. Especially with Tendou, his best friend. You helped him rediscover himself and open a new perspective on life and the world.
But still, time passes, and so many years of love and lust-filled nights were clearly going to end with you holding a positive pregnancy test.
You sighed in relief thanking the gods that the Olympic games had come to an end. 
Yeah, well, in these years of relationship you discovered that Wakatoshi could be quite passionate in bed. Sometimes enough to make an attempt on a poor condom trying to withstand hard onslaughts that would promptly release a load too heavy to hold back with latex. 
You guessed that during the games one must have broken without them noticing, or you just didn't give it enough thought. 
Watching your belly grow was fascinating for him, and more fascinating for the press to see Ushijima Wakatoshi show the world an unknown and exploitable side for their magazines and newspapers.
If you were his princess before, now, you are his queen expecting a princess. 
Although you both initially worried about how a baby might affect his sports career, you were supportive enough to go along with it. Ushijima sought advice from his father, but also received plenty of help from Romero. He felt reassured when both men presented him with all the ways to balance his work with fatherhood and marriage. 
"You should rest," he tells you as he hugs you from behind, his hands gently caressing your swollen belly. He was so excited, his frequent smiles gave him away, inside you was a little princess he was looking forward to meeting. 
"I need to move" you reply as you wash the dishes. "I'm not going to stay lying in bed for months until I give birth"
You remember in your youth not understanding why pregnant women insisted on doing so many things instead of resting and enjoying themselves during pregnancy. You can understand it better now, there is a certain feeling of uselessness that haunts you and you don't like it, your husband is constantly watching you to remind you not to overexert yourself. 
Still, in your last weeks, you were unstoppable. You felt almost no contractions and the last thing you wanted in life was to have to give birth by C-section. 
You cleaned the entire apartment, took forty-minute walks, tried to exercise.
You did it all! But it still seemed like the pregnancy would never come to an end.
You were so sad that Wakatoshi decided to comfort you with some libido. He did his best not to hurt you so he could please you.
Oh, but the way he managed to do it was the trigger for your body to finally decide that you should go into labor. You were almost past forty-one weeks, it was a relief to know that at last your princess would arrive. 
Hearing you scream made his stomach knot, you are strong and he knows it, but it didn't stop him from worrying that you were delivering the baby of a man who is over six feet tall and well, tall you clearly are not. 
When the noise stops, Wakatoshi feels that his heart finally manages to return to calm. His hand never let go of yours. 
"You did good, sweetie" he whispered against your forehead as he deposited a comforting kiss on your skin.
You felt an enormous happiness to see your baby placed on your chest while the medical team cleaned and tidied up the room before moving you and the baby to where you could rest and monitor your health. 
Wakatoshi watched you, recording the image in detail in his mind. Soon your laughter snapped him out of his trance. 
"Baby, you really were a huge pain in the ass for how small you turned out to be" you joked. 
Your husband smiles, you're right, his baby is a pretty little princess.
Tiny, unruly, troublemaker and too spoiled by her father. You thought.
The years flew by when your daughter was born. You were so thankful that Wakatoshi did not abandon you emotionally at any time as you had feared, it was something so recurrent in motherhood that you had even psyched yourself up in case it happened to you.
But that never happened, neither when you were in Japan nor when you moved to Poland, because Ushijima Wakatoshi would always move heaven and earth to always take his beloved wife and little princess wherever he went. 
Your daughter is quite a case, you expected her to inherit your husband's calm temperament, instead, she inherited yours but with multiplied energy. Her battery never ran out, but she was giggly and overflowing with joy. 
A lucky girl who had a devoted mother like you and a father like Wakatoshi who can never get enough of the love he gives to both of you and so must spoil you more and pamper his daughter like the good daddy's princess she is. 
But sometimes he overflows so much love for you that your belly again finds itself conceiving a new life. Maybe now it's the turn of a prince, maybe it's another little princess. 
You still have months to find out, but for Ushijima, he has a lifetime left to continue loving you and his precious daughter, Daddy's little princess.
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liquidcatt · 7 months
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Hearing Taylor Swifts ‘Love Story’ and you imagine yourself and him meeting and in the end he sings: "Marry me, Juliet. You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes”. You say ‘yes’, run into his arms, crying tears of joy with him.
Bokuto, Akaashi, Kageyama, Hinata, Gary Goodspeed, Atsumu, Oikawa, Daichi, Kita, Kuroo, Asahi, Sugawara, Ushijima (+ your fav)
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kumori-suwan · 2 months
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Longing Gaze
Post-skip Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem! Reader
Haikyuu Fluff
Requested by @queen-aria-things
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Eyes were always focused on him, always watching intently how he played volleyball and succeeded. He was used to the fans just seeking popularity by being his and he was used to the envy that clouded the eyes of people who couldn’t be him. This was the norm for someone like Ushijima and he believed that everyone would always look at him like that, but it all changed when he met you. You were the Schweiden Alder’s new manager, a woman around his age, classy, passionate, professional, and energetic. He never thought he’d meet someone like you but the moment he made eye contact with you during introductions he just knew that you were the one.
The crush started small, before he thought of confessing to you he decided to learn about you first. Simple conversations, while he practiced you two would talk. You liked to talk and Ushijima was more than happy to listen, it was through these talks that he learned that you had gone to the same high school he had, you were part of the year under his. Slowly but surely you two quickly became friends and Ushijima found himself falling more and more in love with you. He was used to seeing you in professional wear all the time, talking with sponsors and reporters about any updates the team may have. You also enforced required days off for each member since many tried to work themselves to the bones, Ushijima appreciated that the most. Gave him time to himself so he could figure out how to confess to you.
He wasn’t the best at these types of situations and frankly he was afraid of being rejected. Then by some stupid chance he complimented you and made you blush for the very first time. You had just finished talking with reporters about the team’s excitement for an upcoming game and it left you rather exhausted, you sighed and sat on the bleachers trying to relax.
“Here.”, a gruff voice spoke to you, you flinched feeling the cool touch of a water bottle press to your cheek.
You looked up to see Ushijima offering you a bottle. You smiled and took the bottle before drinking half of it, “Thank you Wakatoshi.”, you smiled.
He nodded his head taking a seat next to you while he and the rest of the Alder’s took a quick break. “My friend’s call me Ushiwaka. In case you ever want to call me something shorter.”, he added, avoiding your gaze.
“Ushiwaka? Hmm I like it, I’ll remember that for next time.”, you smiled.
A small smile graced his face at the sight of your happy expression, once again he found himself hypnotized by your beautiful eyes. The sweet (e/c) color glowing brightly with passion and warmth.
“You have very beautiful eyes. I’m glad I get to look at them every day.”, Ushijima absentmindedly confessed.
A deep crimson flushed over you cheeks once you’d processed his words, sadly just as you had heard him so had everyone else. The gym went quiet for a moment until Kageyama and Hoshiumi began cackling at Ushijima’s confession. The two clowns pulled him out to the track outside to run and talk things over with him all while you stayed there alone with a flustered face.
“Did I just get confessed to?”, you asked yourself only for the other members of the team to answer for you.
Just like that your feelings for Ushiwaka began to bloom.
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Several years later and Ushijima would find himself playing for a volleyball team in Poland, having risen through the brackets he was given the opportunity to show his skills to the world on an international team. Currently the Orzel Warszawa team was up against a local Volleyball team from France. The competition was tough and the French team’s defense was putting up a good fight but all Ushijima needed was a good set to make the winning point.
All eyes were on the ace player from Japan, his teammate set the perfect ball for him and with a swift strike from his palm the ball rocketed passed the members of the rival team. The crowds fell silent as the sound of the ball slamming against the floor echoed through the stadium. The referee’s whistle sounded off signaling the end of the game. The crowds cheered as the Orszel Warszawa’s were announced the winners. Ushijima’s teammates tackled him in celebration cheering as they won another game. Ushijima smiled seeing all of their happy faces but there was one face he was dying to see, there was one pair of eyes that he wanted to be lost in but he couldn’t find you anywhere.
The team was pulled aside by the press for interviews, everyone noticed how distracted Ushijima was as he looked for you.
“Mr. Wakatoshi how does it feel to win yet another game for your team?”, a flirty reporter asked, bending forward a bit to show off her exposed chest.
Ushijima glared at her in disgust and was ready to say something to her until his eyes were covered by two huge lanky hands.
“Bonjour Ushiwaka-kun!”, a familiar voice cheered.
Ushijima quickly turned to see his old friend Tendou smiling at him, the two shared a big hug before Ushijima caught sight of you just behind him. He smiled pulling you towards him to slam a deep kiss against your lips, the cameras ate up the scene before them.
“Hello my love.”, you smiled, the same beautiful (e/c) eyes stared up at him with pure love making him smile to you in return.
“I’m glad you could make it.”, he smiled kissing you sweetly.
“Mr. Wakatoshi who are these two?”, a reporter asked.
Ushijima stared at the camera in confusion, frankly he forgot he was in the middle of an interview. He stood up straight and smiled at the cameras, “Apologies this is my best friend Tendou and my beautiful wife (Y/n).”, he confessed.
The flirty reporter from before quickly tensed at the mention of you being his wife. You glared at her and lifted up your hand to show off your huge diamond ring with a smug smile on your face. Another interviewer recognized you and immediately began interviewing you as well.
“Aren’t you part of the Poland Women’s Volleyball Team?”
You nodded your head announcing yourself as the coach of the female team, Ushijima’s gaze on you softened while he listened to you talk about your team. The tenderness in his eyes would’ve been enough to make any woman swoon but you were the only one he would ever look at like this. Afterall his gaze has been solely yours for the past five years and it would be even after death.
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{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }
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ushijima who works in the same company as you so when the company brings up a vacation trip for the workers and their families, and your favorite cousin is busy and your family has other stuff to do, you notice that our poor ushi also doesn’t have any family with him, and he’s all alone and you only wanted to go for the free food, room and board so you thought why not get a cute friend out of it?
it ends with ushi fucking you within an inch of your life. an extremely large hand covers your mouth to hide the loud high pitched sounds from your hotel neighbor, as your back is pressed against the slightly thin wall thick brown legs over his shoulders, his other hand holds your waist steady, your tummy bunching up showing off your rolls as the former athlete’s cock plunges in and out of your creamy wet cunt that had ushi in a chokehold.
dark brown tits jumping with every thrust as you continue to squeal behind his rough hand, he leans his head to your ear, dark olive-brown tresses tickling your forehead as he whispers to you. "cmon you said you wanted to be friends.. friends listen to each other.. friends do what the other friend tells them.." he kisses your cheek just above his hand before trailing his soft lips back to your ear against the shell. "so why. the hell. are you. still. making. noise?"
with every hard thrust his tip kissed your pelvis continuously rubbing against your spot making your eyes roll back, legs shaking on top of his shoulders and a flood spurt from your brown pussy he groans deeply, keep his pace. "ohhh fuuck aghh.." when your eyes are finally present from the back of your head he looks into them with a salacious grin. "we should’ve became friends sooner."
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𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅
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hanaonesflower · 2 years
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・☆*:゚・☆ | 18+ |
Your tongue swirls fervently at the tip of his leaky, hardened cock that can’t seem to get enough of your throat. The grip you have on his hips do little to nothing to keep him from jolting up and fucking his length into your mouth. Then he whimpers and claws at your hair like a puppy, your eyes are mischievous. He is beyond saving, but that is how you like them, horny, helpless and desparate.
“Mhm~ god, like that.” You bob your head on his length, the eye contact is driving him crazy and he can’t help it anymore. He thrusts his hips inside your throat and you begin to gag.
“Sorry, sweetheart, sorry.” His apology doesn’t mean shit. Because he is still jerking his cock inside your mouth like a needy man with no sign of stopping. Drool pools at the apex of his girth and drips down his balls and eventually wets the bed. His eyes are ones with regret but his primal desires take control.
You are no better. When did it become to pleasurable to see the man at your mercy. A moaning fucking mess. Seeing him whimpering away as your lips encased around his dick makes your cunt drip. One hand reaches down to circle your clit and you groan as the stimulation intensifies. It’s not often that you take over the role of the dominant partner but when you do, you can’t get enough. He just does such a splendid job of submitting to you.
“Baby, let me.” He finally speaks, tugs at your shoulders and motions for you to detach. In one swift movement he has you pinned beneath him, the room feels like a live furnace. It doesn’t take long for him to find his place in between your thighs, his breath fans your clit and you moan. He is insufferable when he is between your legs, tongue laps away at any juices leaking out of you, his hands shamelessly crawl across your skin, now damp with sweat and desire.
“God, don’t – don’t you dare stop,” you groan and squeeze your hand around his forearms. He looks up at you, the way you lock eyes is making his cock twitch.
“Never in a million years, baby, give it to me, all you’ve got,” he kisses your thighs, he sucks and nips at your sensitive heat and sucks and nips some more until he is satisfied. When you’re spilled all over him and his lips attach themselves on yours once again.
SAWAMURA DAICHI, BOKUTO KOUTARO, MIYA OSAMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, NANAMI KENTO, HIGURUMA HIROMI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAMO CHOSO, KAMO NORITOSHI
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eywascall · 3 months
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BEDRIDDEN
pairing: (neighbor) wakatoshi ushijima x (ill!neighbor) female!reader
warning: ancient japan au, mention of internal illness, not proofread
word count: 470
DNI/BYF
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Loud crunchy painful dry coughs echo in your bedroom as you lay helplessly on your futon. Your throat is in agony from how many times you’ve coughed these past couple of months. To even talk was a frustrating task as your voice was barely audible. No amount of water would relieve the dryness you felt in your sore throat. The state that your body was in was beyond torturous for someone as young as you. From sunrise to sunset, you were stuck in the same position even if you wanted to change, you couldn’t. Your body was just too weak and fragile to be moved around from what the village doctor told you. Devastation wreaked into the very walls of your home as your parents worked tirelessly to heal your illness.
You laid in your futon like countless other days. Your eyes shift to your right as the doors to the garden are opened for some fresh air. As you watch the butterflies dance on each individual flower, you couldn’t help feeling envy. They’re so carefree, able to move around as they please without worry. The more you watch, the sadness builds up. Then surprisingly enough, another butterfly came to your view. Only this one was not like the other butterflies within your garden. Instead this one was bigger and higher up in the sky with a string tied near the end of it. Your gaze followed the string to see that the end of it was blocked off due to a wall. But you knew who was at the end.
Ushijima was your neighbor and closest friend. He knew you liked butterflies a lot since they were the only other friends you could make sadly. Knowing this information, he spent many nights crafting a kite that looked like a butterfly with purple and white as its wings color. A smile rose from your lips as you watched it go higher and higher. The kite seemed to be alive from the movements it was making. After a couple of minutes roll by, soft heavy footsteps walk through your halls. Then the door is slid to the side where Ushijima greets you with an excited smile.
“Did you see it? The kite I made?!” He asked eagerly. You smile back at him, “Yes, I did. It was very pretty.” You complimented as he blushed joyfully. However, your smile soon drops as his visit reminds you of this purgatory-like state you’re in. “Don’t worry, you’ll get better. I’m sure of it. When you do, let’s fly this kite together, okay?” He held out his pinkie, you wrapped yours around his with the little strength you have left. “Okay.” Afterwards, he spent the whole day with you to help your parents take care of you only to return home at very late hours.
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xoryugujixo · 2 years
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐗𝐗: 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐲
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today was one of those special days with wakatoshi. not because y’all had a date planned or anything, no, it was because he finally had time to proceed with your size training.
never in your life did you think a man would have taken weeks of his time just so you’d be comfortable when the real deed was to happen one day.
of course, it was a shocker to be on his lap getting ready to pull his basketball shorts down, when suddenly getting stopped and being told “i don’t think you're ready for this yet.”
at first, it started simply with three fingers dipping their way in and out of you for at least a week. then, it got scary, ushijima thought you were ready for something more, so he bought a set of dildos ranging from 6’-10’.
being alarmed at first from not having anything other than fingers inside your hole, it got easy every session. until now.
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“f-fuck—! toshi..it feels too good,” clenching around two of ushijima’s digits while he worked his tongue madly against your slobbered over sex.
“m’know, baby,” his words being muffled by not even being bothered of coming of you. not stopping ushijima adds another finger to further open you up, tongue still whirling around.
“m’cumming gin’ toshi,” as warned, in a pure rhapsody, the mixture of creamy mess and saliva made its way between your quivering thighs to continue drooling down bleeding through the wrinkled sheets.
after a full hour of agony for you, ushijima made his way back up for air with his signature half-smile and dark lust-driven eyes boring into you. as if routine, he brought his still dripping digits up to his mouth slurping up every last sign of you as if it were his final time doing this.
“need a break, honey?”
“no toshi! i jus’ want 10,” too broken to even make sense but it didn’t matter, the almost noncoherent words still went straight to ushijima’s throbbing member.
reaching over to the nightstand beside his bed he grabbed the last dildo of the training set. a 10-inch veiny cock slightly curved upwards.
“y’know it’s almost as big as me hun?” lifting the toy and examining it while staring down at you. nodding mindlessly just wanting it inside already.’
“in toshi, pl—please!” grinding up into the air clenching around nothing.
“look at you, grinding on nothing like a bitch in heat,” gripping your hip to hold it down.
taking the toy, he takes the rest of the slick surrounding your pulsating hole and lathers it over the desired object. looking into your eyes as a sign you aren’t too far gone, he places the angry pink tip prodding at your entrance. squeezing your inner thigh to try and relax you as he began to push it inside.
it was a wicked game. for weeks ushijima had been helping you train to be able to take him, but this whole time the only pleasure he received
was from fucking his fist in the bathroom after you had fallen asleep. so seeing you take something almost as big as him was taking a toll.
at a slow rate, he proceeded to insert it into you. almost at the hilt, ushijima realized he hadn’t been hearing your usual babbling and chanting of his name.
“ya’ with me baby?” in honest concern he reached down to gently wrap his hand around your jaw tilting it up.
nope. you weren’t with him at all. eyes clouded over with an insatiable gaze and a devotion to taking everything he had to offer.
“mh—ph, toshi wan’ it please,” too far gone to make sense of anything, brain fuzzled from never having anything this big inside you before.
not being able to resist anymore, ushijima began diligently thrusting the toy in and out of you.
when you started lifting your hips to meet the thrust, he took it as a sign to speed up his movements. looking down at the sloppy mess connecting you to the bed sheets
“honey, you’re squeezing so tight. it’s almost like we’ve been doing this for nothing huh?” ushijima queried in an amused tone. only able to get a nod and a struggled gasp from you.
“cum toshi! wanna cum!” before he had time to react you committed to your promise with a loud sob and released your creamy mixture flowed adding to the already formed puddle.
“how fuckin’ nasty y/n, creaming all over my new sheets from a piece of plastic. can’t wait to see what you do when im buried deep inside that tight hole of yours,” and through this, he still hasn’t stopped moving the said ‘piece of plastic’
“gin’ toshi,” not even a minute later in a flash of white you were tightening around the toy again releasing in pure ecstasy.
whimpering under him trying to push his large hand away to prevent another acute timed orgasm.
“i know honey just relax for me,” with a chaste peck he reached down to take the toy out only with a surprise waiting for him.
“baby i need you to relax for me,”
“i am toshi,” you lightheadedly responded just trying to get some sleep.
panic was now setting up camp in his chest. ‘why is it not moving?’, ‘did i do something wrong?’ thoughts getting interrupted by your unsteady voice.
“toshi?” his name falling from your lips only making him more frightened of this situation.
“are you sure you’re completely relaxed?” nodding your head starting to get worried noticing the sweat dripping from his furrowed brows.
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“m’scared toshi,” tears making their way down your heated face.
it had been 30 minutes already and the toy still
resided inside of you soaked in cum, sweat, and saliva. ushijima’s first thought was to get you as slippery as possible but that still didn’t work so he went to good ole trusty google.
“i know honey, you just have to wait some more,”
giving him a simple nod a more tears ran down your apple cheeks.
ushijima was going to end up in the hottest pit of hell. he could feel his shorts beginning to strain and his cock starting to pulse with desire. seeing you so pathetic and useless needing him for something like this. all he wanted to do was fuck you like his own toy and lick the tears off your cheeks.
“why don’t you go to sleep. maybe that’ll help baby?” unsure of how to solve this problem.
taking his advice you slowly closed your seizing legs. rolling over to your side letting out a choked whine as this new angle hit a deeper depth inside you.
‘it’s gonna be a long night’
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emjhebi · 11 months
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Fem!reader
It's late when he drives you back home under the starry night.
You didn't really believe your co-worker when they told you to get into the whole flirting/dating thing. You didn't really believe your co-worker either when they told you about this nice, handsome and most importantly single friend of theirs.
Though, one date can't harm anyone, so you agreed.
So here you are still talking and giggling with eachother, walking home after this handsome man offered to walk you to your door with how tipsy you were both feeling.
The date was truly a fairy tale, it was perfect. He picked you up, had reservation in a nice place to have dinner. He was a real gentleman and you sometimes thought you were dreaming with how perfectly everything was going ; almost waiting for something really awful to happen.
Once you reach your doorstep, you turn to him, a endearing smile on your face. Standing a little straighter, you finally shoot your shot.
"Do you maybe wanna have one last drink ? Inside ?" You say, giggling nervously.
He stares at you smiling lightly, checking out your features : your cheeks are getting rosy with the chilly night and the alcohol, your hair shines under the street lights, and your lips stretch into an even more adorable smile.
He puts his hand on your arm, leaning in and your heart skips a beat because of what is possibly about to unfold, now. Closing your eyes, you can feel your heartbeat in your ears and waiting for the feeling of his lips on yours is like a lifetime.
But you release a breath you didn't know you were holding when you feel a soft peck on your forehead.
Your eyes flutter open, and you see his beautiful face leaning back, his hand sliding down to you hand.
"I'll call you."
And you're on autopilot when you get inside the silence of your home.
Alone.
During your night routine before going to bed, your thoughts are swirling.
Was I reading the whole thing wrong ?
A kiss on the forehead !? Am I his grandma or something ?!
I thought everything was going really well on both sides.
And still a little annoyed and very needy and frustrated, you slide in your bed, drifting off to sleep almost instantly.
But little did you know your handsome date had parked not too far away from where he drove you home with how tight and uncomfortable his pants felt against his crotch.
"Aaah fuck" Sighing under his breath, pumping his leaking and burning cock, wishing it was deep inside of you. His needs sometimes hated how much of a gentleman he was.
NANAMI KENTO / AIZAWA SHOTA / Sakusa Kiyoomi / Miya Osamu / USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI / KAGEYAMA Tobio / KITA SHINSUKE / Chigiri Hyoma / KUNIGAMI RENSUKE / VINSMOKE SANJI / Armin Arlert
Any of your fav really <3
HEYY FIRST WORK HERE !!! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT !!
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natashawritesstuff · 1 year
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Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a crier. He doesn’t think tears are a proper way to express his emotions, and ‘waste of water’. That being said, he has cried. Five times by the time he’s forty-three. 
The first time was when he saw you walking down the aisle. He hadn’t planned it, in fact, he made a bet with Tendou that he wouldn’t shed a single tear throughout the whole reception. But the moment he saw you, his lips started to quiver and he clenched his hands tightly. You had never looked more beautiful, your skin was radiant, glowing in the light of the sun, you walked elegantly and your smile, he sees that smile every night in his dreams. Wakatoshi cried on his wedding day, because after seeing you, what else was he supposed to do?
He cried when he found out you were pregnant. 
He was on the couch rewatching his volleyball match from the week previous. You always admired how focused he could become and you would never dare to interrupt him under normal circumstances, but you had waited long enough. You walked into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter. “Toshi,” You called.
“Yes?” He answered but didn’t bother to tear his eyes away from the screen. 
“I’m pregnant.” You waited a few seconds for his response and heard the TV click off then footsteps approach you. He stood in between your legs and then looked down at your stomach. 
“Say it again.”
“I’m pregnant Toshi.” He looked back up to meet your eyes and you could see a small smile graze his face. “Are you happy?” You asked just as you saw silent tears and he nodded, “I’m happy.”
He cried when he met his eldest daughter, Airi for the first time. She had his eyes, and his hair, but she had your smile and that meant he had a family. 
He cried when he met Keina, too. As his youngest was just too small for reason. She easily fit in one arm and didn’t want to hold her for two hours because he was worried he’d break her.
And the last time he cried was tonight. The night of the qualifying round for which team goes to nationals. Where his daughters who he had always wanted to be a team, were faced off on opposite sides of the net. He doesn’t even care about who won, no, he’s’ torn up over how his daughters haven’t spoken since the game ended. And how it might be his fault. 
You join him on the bed as he sits silently and you grab his left hand and begin fiddling with his ring finger as you ask, “what’s wrong?”
He looks up at you and you see his bloodshot eyes and your heart breaks.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Keina doesn’t think I love her if she’s not on the court. And Airi doesn’t think I love her if she’s not forcing her personality to be like me,” he whispers. “Remember when I asked if we were bad parents?”
“...Yeah.”
“I don’t think it’s that. I don’t think I’m a good father.”
“Toshi-”
“Y//N,” he interrupts. “Am I a bad father?”
Wakatoshi cries as he asks, and cries even harder when you hold him instead of answering. Wakatoshi doesn’t cry, but that night he couldn’t stop.
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gatitties · 1 year
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Kidnapped
Manager Miniseries
─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader + Shiratorizawa
─ Summary: your friend insists that they have a practice match with your team and Oikawa is exaggerating
─ Warnings: none
5 < 6 > 7
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The Shiratorizawa men's volleyball team was at the house of their beloved great ace, apart from doing a study session they decided to meet to talk about new techniques to win the tournament and go to Tokyo. Everyone was concentrated until the doorbell rang, the mother of the family opened by happily greeting the newcomer.
"What a surprise to see you here! I haven't seen you in a long time. What brings you here, honey?"
"Well..." you scratched the back of your neck, averting your gaze "my parents wanted me to come by, also to see if Toshi could help me with some issues."
"I was just going to leave, but Wakatoshi is in his room studying, he will gladly help you."
"Thank you, have a good day Mrs. Ushi"
"You too sweetie."
You entered the house saying goodbye to the owner, knowing that you would be alone before going to the room, you went to the kitchen to get a package of cookies. Your parents had forced to go so that Ushijima could help you study mathematics —a subject in which you were disgusting— knowing that he was a good student as well as that their families were very close. You walked unhurriedly to the well-known room, you entered as if were your own house, throwing on the bed without realizing that you practically crushed a boy. A boy who was clearly not your friend.
"Hey Tosh-"
You choked on the cookies when saw how there were more boys in the room, and to top it off, one of them was trying to get you off of him.
"Uh, sorry about that."
The poor black-haired man shook his head nervously and frantically as you backed away from him, muttering more apologies for putting him in such a situation.
"I-It's okay!"
Thunderous laughter filled the room, a redhead laughing tearfully as he watched the bowl cut boy grow more agitated by the second.
"(N) what are you doing here?"
“I need help with math, you know..." you played down the importance, brushing the crumbs off your shirt "but if you're busy I can come back another day."
"Wait, wait, Ushiwaka knows a cute girl?"
"Tendou, don't make those comments as if she wasn't here."
A boy with gray hair and darker tips scolded the redhead who teased him calling him 'semisemi mom' for scolding him, you ignored the small verbal fight in the background focusing on your friend.
"No problem, we are also studying, I will help you with your homework."
"Thanks Toshi, I promise to make it up to you."
While you were studying, everyone introduced themselves, the red-haired Tendou was undoubtedly the opposite of Wakatoshi, which you found funny, plus Goshiki was too adorable but just as intense as your friend, there was a mother here too, Semi, and they even had a sarcastic named Shirabu.
It was a curious group without a doubt. When the team finished their homework they started talking about volleyball, leaving you to concentrate on making derivatives and matrices. You sighed pulling some strands back, you couldn't concentrate so stopped for a while to look at your phone, it had been vibrating for a while, they were just messages from your team, you just left them on read to look at Ushijima who had his eyes on your figure for a few seconds ago.
"Is something wrong Toshi?"
"Yes." the whole team paid attention to their captain "I want a practice match against Seijoh."
Everyone seemed confused —even you— but of course, the others didn't know that you were the manager of the volleyball club, because you had only talked a little and about studies, but you thought that Ushijima wouldn't want to have a practice with your team when they always had won.
"You are their manager, right?"
"Yes, but today they don't have practice."
"Hey, hey, the cute girl also knows about volleyball, now I understand why you like her!"
"I... I don't like (N)." he cleared his throat. "So when could we have a match?"
"Well, if you want I can talk to them now, maybe they don't care."
"It will be good for us to try new things."
"Yes, we will defeat them!"
"Don't get so excited about that bowl boy, it's just a practice game."
Tendou laughed at Shirabu's comment, no doubt Goshiki and he didn't have the best relationship, but it was fun to hear the second year's sarcastic comments while the first year tried to return the comments to no avail.
"Huh? But I like his hair..."
You approached to be able to remove the black locks, noticing how he became rigid as a rock and his face exploded with pink tones, you decided to stop for his health, you would swear you could hear Goshiki's heart about to explode.
"I also want caresses!"
"Hmm if you insist…" you shrugged your shoulders to caress the redhead's head "wow why is your hair so soft?"
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"(Nn)!"
Oikawa desperately ran towards you when he saw how you entered the gym together with Shiratorizawa's team —specifically, you were talking animatedly with Semi and Yamagata— quickly grabbing you to take along with your team.
"Are you okay? Have they done something to you? I won't let them kidnap you again."
"They have not kidnapped me, besides they are nice."
"It can't be, surely they are extorting you! Blink if you are in danger." He whimpered moving you from one side to the other, then you blinked but not because of your captain's request "Iwa-chan, they are harassing our pretty (Nn)!"
"Shut up Shittykawa, you need to blink to live, idiot."
"Ow, that hurts Iwa-chan."
You walked away ignoring the small argument between friends, leading the rival team to the locker room so they could change into their sports clothes.
"Hey (N) are they always like this?"
"Yeah, but I guess it's okay, it's funny."
Tendou laughed taking you by the shoulders as you walked back to the court, this action did not go unnoticed in the eyes of the Seijoh boys who glared at the interaction their manager had with the middle blocker, that only made Tendou become more attached to you.
"You could stop irritating the rival team."
Semi looked at how his partner had fun seeing the faces that the others made, rolling his eyes, he went to warm up without wanting to be part of the scene, he wouldn't be part of the redhead's game.
"(N) can you hug me? It sure brings me luck in the match!"
He spread his arms with a catlike smile, narrowing his eyes in amusement at seeing his attentive rivals like owls, causing him to chuckle as he robbed their manager in a thinly veiled manner.
"Sure, why not?"
You shrugged your shoulders without giving it much importance —for you all kinds of hugs were well received— Tendou also took the opportunity to quickly kiss your cheek as a farewell, that's when he completely angered the Aoba Jōsai team, he couldn't hug you as if nothing had happened you were their manager. Unintentionally someone —Kunimi— threw a ball towards the head of a certain blocker, although the ball landed on your head because you were just separating from the hug.
"Oww…" you touched the affected part with a grimace, searching for the culprit, everyone gasped looking at Kunimi, who seemed to want to disappear at that very moment "Kunimi, if you wanted a hug, just tell me."
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Bonus
You had insisted on cleaning the gym by yourself for making them train on a day they shouldn't have, they reluctantly agreed, leaving you alone, or so you thought, because a certain imperturbable boy was waiting for you to accompany you home like a true hunk.
"Toshi, I thought you had already left."
He denied watching you keep the key to the place, arms folded, patiently waiting for his friend to finish closing the gym.
"I'll walk you home."
"It wasn't necessary, but thanks."
You two were silent for a few minutes until Ushijima cut it off, looking at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, he stopped causing you to stop walking as well.
"(N)" you looked at him with a raised eyebrow "I want a hug too."
You laugh internally observing the serious face of your friend to wrap him in a warm hug, he was a big baby.
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