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Reader:F Character:Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating:E Summary:You were sacrificed by your town for a warm spring as winter gripped the town, almost killing the livestock and what little food supplies you had. Except the demon who found you didn’t want to eat you. Warning:Demon AU, Smut, Breeding Kink, Magic, Reference to animal death, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, 5.6k Words
Reader:F Character: Daichi Sawamura Rating:E Summary:You met Daichi through Instagram. You both followed each other and it wasn’t until a few months of following one another that you started talking and once you started talking, you couldn’t stop talking. The only problem was that you were halfway across the country so you couldn’t see each other that frequently, it took a train and a plane ride to get to where you were. Warning:Smut, Long Distance Relationship, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi Rating:E Summary:Clickclicksnap.com was a cam website, people donated money to watch the people on screen do lewd acts for the camera. You had your favourite camboy, he went by the handle ‘Gojira-chan’ or simply “Go” for those with their privates in one hand and their keyboard in the other. He was one of your favourites. Warning:Smut, Masturbation, Camboy AU, Dirty Talk, Minor Plot, Mostly Smut
Reader:F Character:Tōru Oikawa Rating:E Summary:He was almost perfect. He checked off everything on your list. Usually when you went on dates with potential sugar daddies, they were old middle management men who wanted something pretty to look at for a couple of weeks before they got bored. But not the man sitting in front of you, with his brown hair and matching eyes, the way he smirked at you, and most of all that rose tattoo on his hand. Warning:Mafia AU, Smut, Light Bondage, Sugar Daddy AU, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink
Reader:F Character:Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating:E Summary: “The god of war took me to a love hotel.” You remarked, almost laughing at it. The man could have anything in the world and he chose a place in the middle of nowhere to fuck you. Warning:Unhealthy Relationships, Brat Taming, Smut, Gods AU, Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Love Hotels, Rough Sex, Choking, Not Sane, Dark Themes, Degradation, Mind Break
Reader:F Character:Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane Rating:E Summary:While at training camp, you and your boyfriend have to keep it quiet. Warning:Vaginal Sex (Daichi), Oral Sex (Asahi & Sugawara), Smut, Quiet Sex, Mirror Sex (Kageyama), Jealousy (Kageyama), Fingering (Hinata), Quiet Sex (Ukai), Blow Jobs (Nishinoya), Cunnilingus (Tanaka), Semi Public Sex, Kitchen Sex (Tanaka), Vaginal Sex (Tendō), Oral Sex (Ushijima), Smut, Choking (Satori),
Reader:F Character:Kōtarō Bokuto, Shōyō Hinata, Kiyoomi Sakusa & Atsumu Miya Rating:E Summary: You weren’t too sure how this happened. What was supposed to happen was an interview with some of the members of the MSBY Jackals, what it turned into was your body being used for their pleasure. Warning:Orgy, Unsafe Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Spit-roasting, Pregnancy
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi Rating:E Summary: All Iwaizumi wanted to do was clean his guns, his monthly routine to keep them in top shape. But it was also the middle of August in your small country home. And you wanted nothing more than to play in the sprinkler. Warning:A/B/O, (Former) Assassin AU, Omega!Reader, Alpha!Iwaizumi, Smut, Punishments, Age Gap (Reader is 25, Iwaizumi 35), Gunplay, Oral Sex (M Receiving)
Reader: F Character:Takanobu Aone Rating:E Summary: You were arranged to be married to the demon fox samurai, no one in the village had ever seen his face before. You were nervous as to what he’d look like or how he’d act. He was quiet behind that mask and kept his swords close. You wondered how he’d be as a husband. Warning:Arranged Marriage, Samurai AU, Smut, Loss of Virginity
Reader:F Character:Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating:E Summary:There wasn’t a whole lot to do in the country during the summer. Most people celebrate festivals or saw friends, but you and Ushijima had different intentions on how to spend it. Warning:Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Smut, Farmer AU, Cunnilingus
Reader:F Character:Keishin Ukai Rating:E Summary:Ukai felt like a perverted old man when he saw you bounce into the gym. Always a smile on your face when you greet the team, you were the assistant manager, freshly turned 18. And Ukai wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside of you. Warning:Slightly Dark, Breeding Kink, Age Gap, Dub-Con, Unsafe Sex, Masturbation, Virginity Kink, Jealousy, Corruption Kink, Degradation, Semi-Public Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Countertop Sex, Proceed with Caution Word Count: 7.3k
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi Rating:E Summary:You were a good student, a smart student. You did well academically, you were the vice president of the history department and you made friends with anyone. Then why were you currently in between your professor’s legs sucking his cock while he gave a lecture over Zoom? Warning:(college) Student/Teacher Relationship, Blowjob, Collars, Smut, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Zoom Calls, Minor Degradation, Punishments, Sex Toys, Riding Crops, Spanking Power Imbalance, Slightly Dark, Unsafe Sex, Age Gap, Squirting, Nipple Play, 4.5k Words
Reader:F Character:Tetsurō Kuroo Rating:E Summary:You visit with your boyfriend/sugar daddy to a love hotel. But his intentions for you as much more sinister than just sex. He wants to finally snag himself a wife, and who’s more perfect than the little college student he fucks on weekends. Warning:Sugar Daddy, Post Time Skip, Smut, Bondage, Body Sushi, Mindbreak, Dom/Sub, Age Gap (Reader is 20, Kuroo is 27), Breeding Kink, Slightly Dark, Manipulation, Multiple Orgasms, Messing with contraceptives. 5.1k
Reader:F Character:Daichi Sawamura Rating:E Summary:Daichi is a hit man for the Karasunos. One night when leaving a bar he finds you and a man who claims to be your boyfriend. Daichi however is the one to take you home and finds a lot more comfort in the drunken editor than he likes to believe.
YOU KNOW WHAT⁉️THESE CHEATING ANGST THAT I’VE BEEN READING LITERALLY AFFECTED ME MENTALLY–I COULDN’T EVEN VIEW MYSELF BEING WITH MY FAVES ANYMORE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA CHEAT ON ME AND I WOULDN’T BLAME THEM i literally read angst to motivate myself that i deserve better but now im in a slump of insecurity and WRATH
i think seeing an y/n who knows they deserve better and put their cheating partners on their places WOULD HELP so pls recommend some shawtys ☝️
ushijima’s hands are rugged, calloused and way too big for his own good. the veins lining his skin are a reminder of his athletic lifestyle. he rarely wears a ring, but ever since you’ve told him that you like rings on hands, he’s been wearing a very delicate silver band in his middle finger.
you think about how these hands, are the same hands that hold you when things get rough, when you feel like you can’t breathe, when it’s all breaking down and you can feel yourself falling in the cracks. ushijima always manages to pull you out.
these are the same hands that feed you when you’re tired or give you a bath on a rough day, massaging circles in your back, wiping tears from your face. they hold you in your worst times, when all is lost, when you feel like it doesn’t matter anymore. the same hands you clutch when in fear, afraid of whatever bad that will befall you.
these are the hands you can’t spend a day without and it kills you when ushijima is angry and doesn’t let you hold them. untangling you from himself and you feel like you’ve been sentenced to hell on earth.
these are the same hands that you hold whenever you’re happy and everything seems to be going right. when you’re walking to the park, when you come back home from a good day, when you can’t help but ramble on about how much you’re closer to achieving your dream.
these are the same hands that you can’t help but kiss before going to sleep at night, kissing lining his knuckles. ushijima always cups your face and pulls you closer for another kiss.
these are the same hands that hold you like fine china, as if you’re the only thing that has ever mattered, as if you’re the only reason why ushijima continues to breathe and the only reason why he stays sane for so long. the same hands that trace your skin as if you’re Aphrodite in human form.
these are the same hands that you want to hold forever, that you hope to spent eternity with and if life ever gave you a chance, you’d do it all again.
oh boy you best believe, he won’t let you go out of the house without seven layers, ear muffs, mufflers, gloves. he’ll even get you to keep a small heater in the car and take it to work because he does NOT want you getting sick at all
if you do fall sick, you will never hear the end of it. “i told you you should have worn more layers!”
also takes pictures of you in the snow omg </3 but he doesn’t let you stay out for too long and drags you inside for hot chocolate.
after you take a shower, he’ll be waiting outside the bathroom with a hair dryer, and the heater already on. will also buy matching pajamas to keep you both warm.
ushijima
ushijima himself does not feel cold but whenever he sees you, he brings a big blanket, wraps it around you and then also wraps his arms around you. in a nutshell, he will use this opportunity to cuddle you to death
he gets up in the morning and puts warm water in a hot water bottle and makes a cute little bag with different teas/instant coffee you can add to it. he’ll also add some warm cookies to it for you.
is absolutely be shocked when you hit him a snowball and proceeds to pick up a buttload of snow and dunk it on you, grinning about how you asked for it
if you ever tell him you’re cold, he’s going to offer you his jacket RIGHT there and then and he’ll take you home or back the car so that you can be warm
tsukki
ok tsukki always lies about not feeling cold like bruh who are you kidding you’re literally SHIVERING
and now you have to baby him into wearing socks and that means buying dino socks. he has big oversized jackets and he makes you snuggle with him. he never gets up from bed and will also force you to stay in.
as much as he hates getting of bed, he’ll make you soup while grumbling about how you better be thankful that he loves you.
he also loves it when you take hot showers with him [not in that way] but it’s just so intimate and both of you can just slip under the covers afterwards.
kuroo
he’s cold and that means you’re cold. he’s going to make you wear fifty layers but that doesn’t mean he also won’t drag you outside for a snowball fight, making snowmans and snow angels
kuroo is already very touchy-feely and in the winter, he never leaves you alone. absolutely to the type to say, “c’mere, let me warm your hands.”
he uses this opportunity to kiss you because he thought your lips were freezing and starting to get blue [he’s lying]
also he has some family hot chocolate recipe which is LITERALLY BRILLIANT and I swear you can taste the love he made it with.
his hands are so large and calloused and yours are so small and soft that he loves it,, especially when you caress his face. your touch feels so warm to him. and because of your small hands, ushijima doesn’t let you hold anything [it happens unintentionally], always saying ”let me hold that for you, darling.“ his hands somehow always know the right place to be, like rubbing circles on your back, giving you headpats or playing with your hair >:(
ushijima cooking! he’s! an! amazing! cook! He wears a cute little apron with cute little animals on it,, asks you to come in and taste his food, as he blows on the spoon for you to try a bite. imagine a dinner date with him in the winter,, where both of you are huddled together to have warm soup with ramen.
ushijima giving shoulder kisses!! he loves pressing kisses to your shoulders and even your knuckles. when you’re cuddling, with your back on his chest, he always whispers such sweet things like, ”i love you baby” or “make me feel like ’m on top of the world.“ and if you’re watching some soapy tv show, he laughs in your ear and ushijima’s laugh >>> or whenever you cling to him during a scary movie, he grins.
ushijima absolutely tries to not crush you with his body weight but some days he’s so tired from his matches, he just collapses on top of you,, inhaling your scent [not in a creepy way, it makes him feel at home]. you always smell like the sense of belonging he needed, he doesn’t know how to explain it.
he steals glances at you whenever you’re not looking. especially during his match, right before his serve, he just looks at you because it’s somehow calming. whenever you’re trying to focus, you can feel his gaze burning into you. he looks at you so intently, memorizing all your features. he just can’t help but fall in love all over again.
absolutely the type of person to not let you walk on the side closer to the road,, he always shelters you and his grip on your hand is so tight on whenever you’re in a crowd because he doesn’t want you to get lost >:( will even carry you on your back or make you walk ahead of him.
speaking of a relative height difference, he always finds it so cute that you have to stand on top of things to tie his tie or reach his belongings. the type to lean against the doorframe and watch your frame struggle until he realizes he has to help. if you’re taller than him, he is so fascinated that he places things higher on purpose to see you reach out for them because he thinks it’s so cool??? like! you see the world like him?
he motivates you to become the best person in your life. he’ll be there, for anything that’s important to you. he’ll push you to get better. he’ll listen to you explain him a topic for hours and then ask questions! ranting to him is so much fun omg <3 he just sits there, saying things like, “you’re absolutely right”. He doesn’t give his opinion unless he knows you’re ready to hear it.
but I guess the hardest day is when he breaks down. it’s so heartbreaking and gut wrenching because he’s an amazing person who deserves the world.
whenever someone else is talking to him and he’s listening intently,,, and his eyes land on you in the other corner of the room,, he winks, as a grin finds it’s way to his face.
kissesthat spot on your neck that makes you squirm and all blushy. he just knows it’ll make you weak in the knees and does it in purpose. “look at you all blushy blushy.”
he’ll pull you towards him with your belt loop so that you end up bumping into his chest and he laughs </3
kuroo
he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and another on your thigh. his hand always finds you somehow.
he’s sitting there on the couch and whenever you enter, he’ll look you up to down before mumbling a “c’mere,” and pulling you into his lap LORD
traps you between his hands, when your back is against the wall, and he’s bending down to talk to you with a grin on his face. “why are you blushing?”
ushijima
manspreading. that is all I’ll say.
he has irrevocable strength. so if you per say do convince him to play fight, he’ll let you win. you’ll be on top of him and he’ll be pinned to the bed. “i thought you were strong toshi.” that’s all you have to say and it flips a switch. you won’t even know what hit you and you’ll be the one pinned down. “i thought you were strong too, darling”
his voice is so deep and hoarse in the morning?? “don’t move,” he says when you try to squirm out of his grip to get out of bed.
asahi
whenever he gets up from bed in the morning, he ties his hair. barebacked asahi, his back muscles flexing as he pulls his hair into a bun. it’s so unintentional that he doesn’t even realize he does it.
whenever your hair is falling on your face, asahi has a hair tie right on his hand. but instead of tying your hair from the back, he comes in front of you and ties it from the front. “looks good, love.”
how he folds his sleeves whenever he’s about to do some messy work. it’s only when he catches you staring, he realizes. in conclusion, this man is hot and deserves more recognition thank u
if he knows you’re tired, he’ll just be very quiet,, go into the kitchen make some herbal tea for you that helps soothe you!!
he’ll even run warm bath and will offer to wash your hair!!
and most importantly, he’ll take out his secret stash of soft pajamas that he was saving for himself,, but he’ll give them to you and probably cuddle you till you go to sleep </3
he’ll kiss the top of your head and smile
hinata
hinata was probably super excited when he saw you at the front door,, but then he saw the look on your face and he was like “oh–no.”
so he immediately rushes to his bed, underneath which he’s kept this box of your favorite chocolates and chips,, anything to make you feel better
he takes out your night suit,, and puts you in bed as he hums this lullaby,,
he probably won’t be able to sleep all night because of how worried he is for you,, he hates tired you :/
ushijima
ushijima has a gut feeling in practice that something is about to be very wrong so when he goes back home and is greeted with a very dull you,,
he figures it out in the span of seconds and before you know,,, he asks you to give him 2 mins,, he takes a quick shower
he asks if you’ve ate something,,
and then he drags you to bed,, you’re the small spoon, and he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder blade,, stroking to your hair and you’re going to forget you were ever tired with this big man
iwaizumi
iwaizumi instantly KNOWS so he does what he does best,,
make soup
no seriously,, iwaizumi makes great comfort soup with noodles and it’s really comforting and heartwarming!! he’ll make you a warm bowl of deliciousness,,
he’ll play some jazz in the background and the two of you can sway together,, until he carries you back to bed where you sleep in his arms >:(
if you ever ran towards him at full speed to hug him, he would not even budge with your weight,, like literally,, HE would not
he sometimes throws you over his shoulder when you’re not listening to him??? you weigh as much as a toothpick to this man
and oh MY god,, if you ever tell him anything is heavy and you hand it over for him to pick up,, he’ll be like,, “this is heavy? but it’s solight?”
also ARM WRESTLING!!
he can’t help but giggle every time you challenge him to an arm wrestling match,, which by the way consists of you using both your hands and ushijima using barely any strength,, and he’s just trying to fight back the smile on his face when he sees how much effort you’re putting in
but also,, the BEHEMOTH this man is,, he has absolutely broken so many things around the house because he miscalculates how strong he really is,,
like accidentally breaking the cabinet door open or a wine glass because he held it too hard,, or slamming a door shut and the window breaking? yep, it’s happened.
sometimes you think this man is magneto in real life because he can bend METAL like seriously,, this is concerning
but also! he is aware of how strong he is when it comes to you. like he will not even jokingly nudge you or anything because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you and he cannot hurt his beloved,,
except while cuddling. when you’re in ushijima’s grip, he will NOT let you go
all in all, love our strong boi </3 he’s my baby and I want to keep him snuggled in a blanket
Ushijima runs hot. He’d never realised this until two years ago when you pointed it out to him on your third date.
“You’re really hot.” were your exact words, and he almost tripped over nothing.
“Sorry?”
You half-hiccuped, half-giggled at his reaction, and the sound chimed in his ears. You were cute when you were tipsy, especially when you started whining a few glasses in because he couldn’t drink with you, a circumstance attributed to his dietician.
(By the end of the night though, he’d had a sip or two. It was impossible to deny you.)
“I mean, you’re really warm,” you clarified because he was definitely gawking. “Like a human heater.”
notes ; wore heels to an event, this thought came to mind driving home … i cried
ATSUMUwas more than ready to leave this place. the many lights and cameras flashing in all directions made him effortlessly dizzy, and with that dizziness he couldn’t focus on just how gorgeous you were. but honestly, in that dress that hugged you so perfectly you could make anyone drop to the floor at your command felt so unfair. he was genuinely in awe, fully taking in your power. however, signing countless autographs with an already cramped hand and interviews asking the same nosy questions left an exhausted miya in their dust. so the moment he got note of your agreement to leave, he took the chance with haste. “can you make the trip ?” he giggled, eyeing your hobbling form with amusement. you were not having it, making this situation all the more entertaining to him. “shut up tsum…. my feet hurt so bad..” you whined, nearly stumbling into him and right onto the parking lot pavement until he caught you. the setters brows knit worriedly, pulling the tote bag from your shoulders. “well you should’ve just told me baby.” he huffed, bending over to ease your way on his back as a comfy piggy back ride. “what’re you doing ?” you motioned, apparently confused. “hop on sweetheart, i’m being nice.” this caused your face to break into laughter. “such a gentleman.”
AKAASHI had recently been researching different hiking trails to explore. no, he wasn’t a outdoor person but it was boring in the house and he wasn’t going to waste his day with you doing nothing—so instead, he resorted to hiking. yet it appeared he overestimated the length of this trail in particular, pacing himself to make it to the turn-around point. “k..keiji..” you choked out in hurried gasps, causing the editor to glance behind at you and notice your frazzled state. “do you need a break love ?” he eased, holding out a prepared water bottle for you. “i need a car.” you weakly replied, head leering back. “we can turn around here.” he added, brows rising curiously at your once full bottle being handed back in only a few seconds. “please.” and so. well, maybe keiji was overestimating the intensity after all, because your loud heaving allowed the poor decision to sink in further. “do you need a ride ?” he brought up carefully, your head shooting upwards so quickly it became difficult to contain his laughter. “what ? ride ? where ?” — “here.” the raven-head beckoned to himself expectantly. “aw thanks baby.” you sheepishly smiled at his consideration, not wasting the opportunity. nonetheless, halfway down the path back you’d fallen asleep, cheek smudged a giant his shoulder. adorable. “hold on a little longer, we’re almost there dear.”
SAKUSA, only for you, allowed more “intimate contact.” that “intimate contact” despite your assumption consisted massages or perhaps hugs even. a common misconception. you see, you’d attended his practice the day before, underestimating the constant movement of the players bustling from position to position. now laying in bed the morning after, getting up proved a harder obstacle than before. whilst kiyoomi easily rose, preparing breakfast in the kitchen with his soft humming vibrating into your shared bedroom. “kiyoommiii—“ you dragged out, flayed on the bed unhappily. it was impossible, you absolutely could not get out of bed. “what is it ?” he stood by the doorway, observing your dilemma. looking just as breathtaking as always with his messy black curls dancing to his steps. “.. can you massage my feet ?” hesitantly sinking into the sheets you didn’t dare to peek out. unbeknownst to you, the feeling of cold hands rubbing your aching feet stirred your frame. “where does it hurt ?” he narrowed his eyes, brows knitting with concentration. you anticipated a hard ‘no’ and for him to disappear, his willingly loving gestures causing your chest to squeeze with affection. your lack of reply was answered with a soft tap on your leg from the outside. “tell me where it hurts, i’ll be gentle, just tell me when to stop.” this soft side to sakusa was too sweet to handle.
USHIJIMA insisted upon joining you for drinks with a few drinks. he knew this was marking a long time since seeing your work-friends and your drinking intentions would fly out of the window quickly. with this in mind, he quietly sat beside you like an obedient puppy awaiting his cue. the mentioned ‘cue’ being when you began talking nonsense, leaning towards ushijima in a dazed manner. he was easily adjusted to these antics, good thing his presence was present. “and i thought, ‘toshi, you’re saying this to me ?’” the table ‘awwwed’ at your story referring his morning kisses and soft words he awoke you with, ushijima’s face hearing up progressively. “alright, thank you for tonight everyone, i’ll be taking her back now.” he bowed politely, at that moment your reddened heel catching his gaze. the blister forming had gone unnoticed before, but the discovery fueled him to be extra tedious. lightly lifting you bridal style in his arms, he proceeded to carry you to the car—continuously hushing your babbles with small cheek kisses. the ‘morning kisses and soft words’ portion of the earlier story repeated itself the next morning. uninvited but definitely not disliked. the best part being his husky morning voice, heart fluttering.
OIKAWA felt thrilled to dance with you, the multicolored leds casting an authentic glow that lit up the argentine dance floor in a versions array of color. the entire feeling was ethereal. tipsy, but morally more drunk in love than alcohol. your body in his arms with fluid movement left him speechless. ethereal was a good word for it. too wasted to stay any later, his phone screen flashing furiously with a bright 2:48AM told him plenty. fumbling to the taxi, his attention became snagged when you weight fell to the ground, his focus trained fully on you. “are you okay ? babe ? !” he shrieked, wooden orbs filled with panic. “yeah toru .. i think i rolled my ankle.” you lips puckered unrealistically, drenched in the stench of alcohol. “okay okay okay let’s see..” he spoke to himself worriedly, hauling you in a child-like position to lift you up, all the way to the awaiting taxi. “i got you i got you ..” he frantically reminded, the aftermath resulting in a wiped out oikawa spooned in your chest. and from the moment he pried an eye open he was tending to your every need, convinced you were dying. it was quite relaxing actually.
notes ; i finally got around to answering some asks ! more are to come, but for now i hope this’ll serve as some form of compensation ( _ _|| ). thank you for your kind words as well ^^
ATSUMU rocked the crib quietly, you were leaning on the doorway, eyes hardly cracking open with fatigue. he’d insisted that he’d go check on her when she began crying for the fifth night in a row, aware of just how exhausted you were. he held a soft smile on his face despite the tired eyes that watched, about to reach forward to hold the baby to his chest. he glanced at his hands skeptically, brows furrowing. “darlin’ i don’t know if i should hold her, i mean, my hands are so rough. i don’t wanna hurt her.” he sighed, slumping sadly. “you’re talking about your hands?” you waddled forward, smaller hands holding onto his to bring them against your cheek. “you won’t hurt her, and your hands are soft and warm. she’ll love them just as much as i do.” giggling softly at his reddened cheeks in fluster. “alrighty then.” he scooped her up ever so carefully, lifting her to his face while her tiny hands held his face just as yours had done many times before. “hey beautiful, your daddy loves you more than anything y’know.”
KAGEYAMA brought his little girl to the gymnasium with him early so they could play around and get used to the “feel” as tobio exclaimed with easily noticeable excitement.. that idea in mind, he’d spent what felt to be hours teaching the mini to set a ball( it was makeshift in the end ). “yes !” he jumped into the air happily, she’d finally managed to lift the ball a small portion into the air with her tiny fingers. he was beaming with pride. “c’mere ! you did so good !” he bounced around, stalling to drop to a crouch when ushering his daughter to him. yet once she arrived closer, he hesitated. he had calloused bruising at his hands for almost every finger. and the look she gave him when he didn’t airplane her( what she called it when he spun her around in the air ) broke his heart to pieces. “why no airplane daddy ?” he tilted her head comically, to which he leaned back on his heels in dismay. “mm .. daddy’s hands aren’t comfy babydoll, you wouldn’t want them on your pretty face.” she stomped her foot with a loud huff. “but i love daddy ! and airplane ! der ( there ) is nofing ( nothing ) wrong wif ( with ) your hands !” she forcefully grabbed his wrist, smiling with her missing tooth on display. so stinkin’ cute, how could he resist.
USHIJIMA had always been taken as a harsh person. maybe it was his demeanor that appeared cold and calculating that left people with that impression. or his constant drive to work harder, push harder. but to your little boy, he was nothing but a gentle giant. a teddy bear to put it perfectly. the littlest things he’d do, or the way he’d look at him. oh the way he’d look at him. the sweetest thing ever i swear. he’d offer kind reminders to wash his hands and greet others respectfully. now his son munched away at the dishes scattered on the table. although the thought of wakatoshi’s strength just registered to him as he sat. how easily he could hurt him. it scared the ace thoroughly. that pit of worry bursting into a vivacious cherry. so when he noticed the grain of rice clinging to his boy’s cheek. he withheld his urge to wipe it away. “so unlike you toshi.” you hummed, using a napkin to rid of the messy eater’s evidence. “i didn’t want to be to aggressive with him, i’m easily capable of hurting him.” he fiddled nervously. “exactly, but you’re not ever like that for either of us. believe in yourself, you’re our volleyball player after all.” you were silenced with a honeyed kiss. “now that was aggressive.” — “thank you for this .. for everything.” he placed his forehead against yours. “i mean it.”
KYOUTANI moped on the chair outside of the pediatricians office, absolutely ruined from his baby girls cries after receiving her yearly injections. it was killing him. his moping was alerted when he heard your voice say “all done !” and knew just how screwed he was. if it was this hard already to keep himself from loosing it from guilt he was certain he couldn’t take it when he saw his angels face, all tear-stained and sad. the idea was spot on. you placed her to your breast, bouncing her while filling out the paper work. meanwhile, his dainty darling was still crying her lungs out. not over the ordeal apparently. “ken, can you hold her while i write this down ?” he hit his lip, thinking over the phrase. “she’ll probably get even more alarmed if she sees me, and i’m too harsh with her, i don’t want to scare her anymore than she’s already is.” he growled, voice low. “daddy!” interrupted your reply before she was clenching her fist repeatedly in his direction to be held. “ken, she wants you, it’s okay.” you assured, your muscular husband complying as he held her to his chest, shushing her cries. “shhh it’s okay i’ve got you.” he caressed her dampened cheeks, the nurses echoing an ‘aww’ from behind the counter. kyoutani couldn’t have been moreembarrassed.
*⁀➷ summary: in which you and ushijima grow up and apart.
*⁀➷ pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader
*⁀➷ words: 3001
*⁀➷ tags/warnings: post-breakup fic, a few swear words, overall bittersweet :) i hope it feels nostalgic
*⁀➷ a/n: commissioned by @23soong!! thank you so much <333
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It isn’t some special day.
Not your birthday, or a would-be anniversary, or any specific date he’s supposed to remember. He does, though. Remember. He can’t seem to forget.
Today isn’t a special day. Grey clouds with a warning, telling him the sky might split open before he gets home. Aching muscles after a whole day of hard practice. He passes the flower shop on his way to the shinkansen station, as usual. That’s the reason he’s frustrated. Everything’s going by so normally, just like any other day, before he saw the flowers. The owner had switched the daffodils on display for purple hyacinths, and his heart trips and scrapes itself on the pavement, because he remembers.
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You get a crush on Ushijima for the same reasons your peers do.
He has good grades, excels in his sport, is good-looking, and to top it all off, doesn’t have a shit personality. A man like him comes by once a hundred years, your friend gushed once. You’re lucky enough to be in the same class he is, lucky enough to be sitting two rows away from him, see him do his homework and eat his lunch. You like his table manners, the concentrated furrow of his forehead, the way he holds himself as he walks through the hallways. You like when those olive-coloured eyes look your way, calm and composed.
You are sixteen, and you confess to Ushijima the day the school term ends.
You don’t expect anything. High school is all about the thrill; the cheeky smiles when you’re late for class, the boisterous laughter when you fail an exam along with half the class, and now, the sweaty hands of professing your admiration under a cherry tree, because who can blame you for craving the shojo manga feel of love letters and spring blossoms? You bow in front of him, arms outstretched and holding your letter. If he rejects you, at least the fragrance of the blossoms will tint the memory a soft pink, instead of the slashing red of mortification.
You know that Ushijima rejects the love letters he gets with a bow and an I’m sorry. You, along with the rest of your nosy class, have seen it enough through the windows peering out into the hallway. It’s as predictable as your maths teacher accidentally leaving her water bottle on the teacher’s desk after every class; it happens every time.
“Ushijima-kun,” you say, clear and loud. You hear one or two whoops from the louder boys and smile. Drawing confidence from the cheering, you take a deep breath. “I like you!”
You listen to the cheers of your classmates. “Accept her, Ushijima!” someone yells. “She’s pretty!” You bite your lip to keep from grinning and make a note to kick that person in the ass, then buy him a popsicle.
Polite as always, Ushijima bows back to you and takes your letter. “Thank you. I appreciate the thought.”
Ushijima rejects the love letters he gets with a bow and an I’m sorry. You wait for the punchline of the joke, the words that’ll leave a sore spot in your chest that you will inevitably forget about soon. It’s high school, and everything about high school is fleeting. So are feelings.
The punchline doesn’t come. He pockets your letter instead, that small piece of your heart you etched into existence at midnight when your parents had gone to sleep, with all its smiley faces drawn with a colon and a D.
“Please allow me to think about it.”
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You spend your twenty-second New Year’s with your parents, back in your childhood home. Your mother tells you to go out and meet someone.
You laugh over lunch, cheeks stuffed full of rice like a hamster. “Mom, are you hearing yourself?” you huff, disbelieving. “You want me to go and meet the big scary men in the world? The men that might break my heart, scam my money, leave me–”
She tuts and puts some vegetables in your bowl. “I told you that when you were younger so you wouldn’t get into a relationship too early, but it’s been years since you’ve dated!” You chew your food silently, maintaining your expression.
Your mother sighs. “What I’m trying to say is that there are other people out there, people who can treat you as well as he does. I don’t want to see you lonely forever.”
Your heart twinges as you stare down at your food, the smile on your face fading a little. “I’m not lonely,” you say with a short laugh, and it’s true. At least, you think it is. You don’t miss him as much anymore, not like the first year, when almost everything would remind you of him and how it used to be. You’ve grown, and accepted that he was a happy memory.
Sometimes, you’d remember how happy the two of you were and wish it wasn’t just a memory. A past tense. A was filled with would have beens.
It’s a while before you speak again, but when you do, the words don’t lodge in your throat like a scratched CD.
“Okay,” you smile, small but genuine. “I’m not going to force it, Mom, you know that, but I’ll be more open to meeting new people now. Just you wait, your dashing daughter is going to sweep everyone off their feet!”
Your mother chuckles and shakes her head. The afternoon sun streaming through the windows makes her look younger than she is. “You wish. Swallow before talking.” The words are so familiar that it’s like you’re a child again, sixteen and in love and still at home. You blink hard, then bite the inside of your cheek and take a deep breath.
It’s New Year’s, and you think you can start again.
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You flop onto your bed, hair still dripping and a towel slung around your neck. Your phone is vibrating incessantly next to your head; spam DMs from friends because Ushijima Wakatoshi said he’d think about it. What the fuck. You’re also still in shock.
Allow me to think about it, his voice vibrates in your skull. You’ll allow him to do anything, really, as long as he wants it.
Your phone rings, piercing your eardrum. A quick glance turns into a frantic scramble when you spot the contact name. You leap to your feet and clear your throat, trying to calm down before picking up.
“Hello?” you croak, voice cracking. Fuck, your face is burning. You cough again. “Ushijima-kun? Sorry, sorry, uh. Yes?”
“Good evening,” he greets. “I am calling to ask if you are free tomorrow at eleven in the morning.”
“Uh,” you say intelligently, then scramble for your calendar as silently as you can so he doesn’t hear your franticness. “Yeah, yeah, I am. Nothing to do. Holiday and all, you know?” Of course he knows. You two go to the same school.
“That’s nice to hear,” he replies. “May I take you out for lunch, then? We could meet at the konbini outside the school. I’d like to give you my answer in person.”
Your heart scales the entire American Ninja Warrior routine in one second. “Y-Yes, of course.” You swallow. “Um, thank you, Ushijima-kun. For not rejecting me in front of everyone, I mean.”
There’s a pause on the other end. “I should probably wait till tomorrow to tell you,” he finally mumbles, “but I am not planning to reject you.”
Your heart stutters to a stop. Your organs cease to function. Your brain might have fallen through the floor; you’ll ask your mother later if she’s seen it downstairs.
When you don’t speak for what is probably too long, he picks up the conversation. “Well, I will be ending the call now. Have a good night. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”
“Yes. Uh, me too. Goodnight,” you stammer out. He leaves a polite pause before hanging up, the beep reverberating in your ear.
You bite your lip, then take a deep breath before flinging yourself onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow so your mother doesn’t hear your screeches.
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The last time you call him, you’re drunk.
Well, not drunk drunk. It’s winter, your toes curling in your boots as you walk carefully on the slippery sidewalk, and the cold air does wonders to sober you up. The moonlight is as pearly white as the light from the street lamps, giving what little snow there is piled up a magical shine. It’s quiet, but not dead. You can hear the night breathe.
You’re in Miyagi again after months of college keeping you busy. After dinner, you’d bid your parents a quick I’m going out before dropping by the bar for one or two cups. It’s the first time you’ve gone out drinking since the breakup, not counting the sobbing fest you had at your friend’s apartment, safe in the refuge of her arms. You’re a little blur in the head, but not dizzy enough that you can’t walk straight.
You pass by the konbini near your old school on the way home, glancing out of the corner of your eye when you hear the soft giggling of two teenagers. They’re walking hand in hand, huddling close together with two cups of oden held carefully in the boy’s hands. They talk in whispers, like they’re afraid of disturbing the night. You catch the girl looking at the boy with the softest smile you’ve ever seen, and you wonder, was that what you looked like?
It hasn’t been a year since the breakup. Come April next year, it will be the anniversary of an ending.
Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the cold, you take your phone out of your pocket. Muscle memory stops you in time as you scroll through your contacts. You tap his name.
The pause before he speaks makes you sure that he knows it’s you. He hasn’t deleted your number, then.
“…Hello?”
“Hi,” you smile, and you can’t stop yourself from tearing up a little. You tilt your head up and swallow, taking an inaudible breath. There are a few stars in the sky and more scars in your heart. “Waka. Hi.”
With the way you trip over your words, you’d think you’re sixteen again. The thought makes your lips twitch, the memory silly and sweet.
“Hello,” he repeats, and you know his voice softens, even if it sounds the same to everyone else.
You stick your other hand in your pocket, eyes focusing on the next circle of light the street lamp casts on the concrete. “I’m in Miyagi,” you tell him. “College is hell, but I finished all my shit and thought I’d come back for a while. I think I’ll stay until New Year’s.”
“That’s nice,” he hums. “I’m in Tokyo. There’s a match in a few days.”
You know that. You take note of the volleyball matches going on, the articles about the up and rising Ushijima Wakatoshi, bread for all the birds that are scouts in this metaphor. “Good luck!” You move your phone away from your ear, then switch it on speaker before heading over to a particularly large drift of snow. You take small steps all over it, bending to hold the phone closer to your feet.
“Do you hear the snow?”
“Yeah.” His voice is especially clear in the winter air, crisp from where it flows out of your phone’s speaker. “Is it very cold?”
“Freezing,” you agree, your breath billowing before your face. You straighten and glance behind you. The couple that prompted the call had disappeared, probably going the other way or down a side alley.
He doesn’t pick up the conversation, so you do.
“Waka.” You stand there, boots wet with snow, a hand in your pocket, regret in your throat. Your voice drops to a whisper. The night seems to be listening to you, but you don’t want it to. This is between the two of you. “Do you think…do you think we can try again?”
You’re too emotional sometimes, he’d told you when you asked him why he wanted to break up. Things that I don’t think are a big deal, you make a big deal out of. I–I wanted to give us a happy high school memory, and I’m sorry that I’ve never thought of you in my life after high school. I’m planning to go pro, and I can’t maintain a relationship while doing that. I’d like to end things here, please. I don’t want to leave you hanging onto something that won’t be possible.
We could try a little harder,you’d told him, crying.I could change.
You’re not proud of how you reacted when the two of you broke up. You’ve grown enough to admit that. You didn’t understand back then, and truth be told, you still don’t understand now.
What you don’t understand is this: why he wouldn’t try harder. He loves you, doesn’t he? The thing you remember most about your relationship is the safety he made you feel. The assurance that he would always try his best for you, would never intentionally make you sad, would support you if you ever needed it. The reasons he gave for your breakup were also safe, and that’s the thing. They’re safe, understandable, black and white. He says it like it’s set in stone, says it like the two of you are horrible one dimensional characters in a shitty manga, but you’re not. People change, don’t they? So why can’t the two of you change to fit each other better?
He’s not impatient with you. No matter how many times your opinions have differed, no matter about life views or ice cream flavours, he was never, ever impatient with you. When you broke up, you asked him to repeat his reasons many times. He said the same thing again and again.
“I don’t think so,” he says, honest, heartbreaking.
You remember every word of his speech, because these past years you’ve been conscious of all the things he’d said, and you’ve been working on it. But one thing you’ve learnt is this: what isn’t meant to be will never be. Because a relationship is between two people, and for all the possibility that you could be together, there is also the opposite side of Ushijima willingly letting it go, of him severing the thread between you. To cry and beg would be pathetic.
“Yeah.” You breathe out, long and slow. Something lifts in your chest. “Sorry I called.”
“Don’t be,” he says, gentle. There’s a pause. “For what my word is worth, you were a happy part of my life. My first love. I’ll always remember that.”
That night, you think you’ve finally, truly accepted it. Maybe it’s the cold freezing your heart, but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. You think that, finally, you might be okay with him being a memory.
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You think you might have stopped loving him, but you still fold your socks the way he taught you to. That isn’t the same as loving him, though. Or maybe there will always be some part of you that loves him. Maybe that love will change over time, but one thing is certain. You will always wish nothing but the best for him.
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Ushijima has never let go of the things he wanted.
When he was young, he held a volleyball with his left hand and his mother called him a demon, but he hadn’t let go. He hadn’t let go then, and he’s not letting go now. But when it came to you, he hesitated. You’re not volleyball. A volleyball wouldn’t cry if he says he’d be letting it go. You would.
Itaches, all the regrets and could-have-beens sinking their teeth into his ribs. It hurts so much he can barely breathe, more short of breath than he is on court.
Just now, you’d let him listen to the snow. Vaguely, he remembers why he’s inside on a beautiful snowy day. He’s scared of the cold. It freezes his fingers and holds his breath in the air like a threat. What if I were to freeze your fingers off? the winter cackles. Wouldn’t be able to hold a volleyball then, would you?
And that’s the thing, isn’t it? He’s scared. Despite his appearance, he gets scared like everyone does, because he is human as well, and haven’t humans always been afraid? When he was younger, he was scared that his father would leave him and never come back. When he twisted his ankle, he was scared that it would never heal. When he graduated, he was scared that maybe, by some miniscule chance, he’s not as good as he thinks and there will be no team who wants him.
You were his first love. The first time he felt all the things he did, the uncertainty, the inexperience, the first time he didn’t feel stability in the things he did. Years later, he thinks he tried too hard to figure it out. Having divorced parents did have an effect on him, after all. He doesn’t know what love is supposed to be like, and he thinks he tried too hard to make it look like something, when it’s as simple as it could possibly be. You loved him. He loves you.
He’s still scared of everything. He hates that he is, hates that he’s too afraid to tell you yes, we can try again. He bends over his knees, tears dripping onto the screen of his phone. Your name is still there.
He remembers your laugh when he’d gotten milk froth on his nose. He remembers you blushing from your cheeks to your ears, telling him that U-Ushijima-kun, that was my first kiss. He remembers him telling you to call him Wakatoshi, and not being scared of that at all.
He calls you.
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damn, virgin x virgin smut is tough for me to write… don’t think ill be doing this trope again. but anyways I hoped you enjoyed… I really think I messed up Ushijimas personality here...
Part 3/3
Y/n’s heart was racing so fast, she felt like it would rip out of her chest any minute now. He was stoic, carrying her towards their bedroom making her clutch onto him tighter. He could feel her trembling a little, stopping and softly setting her down on the bed
“Are you okay?” He asked and she quickly nodded,
“Y-Yes! Just a little nervous” She admitted, fiddling with her fingers. There was a silence and she diverted her gaze, dropping it from his face, however her cheeks heated up when she caught sight of the semi erection against his pants.
“O-Oh! U-Um…” She squeaked and Ushijima shrugged, his gaze was sharp, watching her look anywhere but him. The more felt like it had passed and she trying to calm herself. However, she was surprised when he crouched down, looking up at her
“Y/n…” He asked and she hummed, finally looking at him
“I’m sorry…” She muttered making him raise a brow, “You don’t need to apologise… You’re not at fault.”
She bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers
“It’s just… I feel guilty… Because of me, your family has disowned us…” She mumbled, feeling her tears forming in the corner of her eyes. He didn’t say anything but his hand reached towards her. She held her breath when his fingers brushed against her cheek, tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, watching her flustered reaction
“Only mother and grandmother have disowned me… But I have you and my father. That’s all I need” He answered, standing up. Her eyes followed him, and she stood up as well
“But… Its not right… She’s your mother–”
“–and you’re my wife.” He ended.
Y/n bit her lip, sniffling
“Wakatoshi…” She whispered in a trembling voice, when he held her hand
“You’ve been suffering all this time and I never realised… I don’t ever want you to cry like that again. I’m sorry you had to go through that…”
Y/n’s lips trembled, and she let go of his hand, only to crash against him, hugging him tight. She actually was still shaken about what had happened, it made her sick how forceful his family was. She felt like a breeding sow… It actually baffled her how Ushijima was the opposite of them.
He was so stoic and aloof, she realised it had to be because he grew up in that environment. Those women were utter nightmares. Her heart squeezed, imaging him as a child. His father lived far away, the one person he admired so much. The one who actually held warmth… It was no wonder Ushijima was clueless when it came to love and their marriage. She realised he was not cold at all, sure he had his bluntness from his mother’s side…
But he had his father’s warmth and sincerity. She remembered the scrap paper she found, when he had duly noted down Tendou’s pointers. The way he slowly began trying to change himself to make their marriage work.
And after how fiercely he fought for her happiness today, she realised just how much he loved her.
She realised just how much she loved him
“Wakatoshi, I love you more than you could imagine…”
Ushijima’s arms wrapped around her, she peaked at his face and despite it being expressionless, she caught sight of his bright red ears, making her giggle a little. She knew he was too embarrassed to say it but she didn’t hold it against him.
“Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…” He mumbled, making her lift a brow when he averted his gaze
“Number 7… When your wife says she loves you. You tell her you love her even more” He replied before looking at her blushing face
“…I love you…even more…” He muttered in embarrassment but she smiled, her tears finally flowing.
“Why are you crying?” He was worried, brows furrowing but she laughed, wiping her eyes
“These are tears of happiness, you silly man…” She muttered, confusing him. Y/n just laughed again, her sorrow washed over and he felt like he was entranced. She froze when his hands cupped her face, startling her when he looked at her with such intensity
That smile had done a number on him. He hadn’t seen her so happy before. Suddenly he realised why Tendou and his wife’s marriage was so strong. His bestfriend would always slip out his love for his wife, any chance he got. He wasn’t afraid of showing it. It made sense now, seeing how happy he was with her.
It was the power of love. Something he felt the moment he laid eyes on the woman in front of him. He didn’t understand what that spark he felt around her was, not until this moment. He had been in love with her, all this time
“Wakatoshi” She whispered but he pushed her back, until her legs hit the bed, gently seating her back down. His eyes were glued to her lips, watching them quiver lightly but it only made him lean forward, pushing his own lips against hers. She inhaled, holding her breath for a few seconds but despite her pounding heart, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to deepen their kiss.
The gentle smacks of their kisses filled the room, she could feel the heat burning between their bodies.
Her legs felt like mush, pins and needles growing in the bottom of her feet but she didn’t care. It was finally happening, her fantasies coming to life. His eyes fluttered open when her tongue shyly swiped his bottom lip.
He was taken back… Parting his lips,
“Are you alrigh–”
He was confused, about to ask what happened but the moment his lips parted, she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
“Mmh!”She squeaked when he accidently bit her mid speech, pulling away.
“Ow…” She whined, sticking her tongue back inside her mouth, sucking on the soreness. Y/n felt embarrassed for how forward she had been. She hadn’t ever kissed someone like that and in the movies… They always made it look easy.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He was experienced in this field either… He felt like a headless chicken, but he looked at her bright pink tongue, now worried if he hurt her.
“Show me…” He muttered, holding her jaw in his hand. Awkwardly, she parted her lips, sticking her tongue out and he was relieved she wasn’t bleeding, although the tip of her tongue was bright red.
“It looks sore…” He muttered but again, he admired the look on her face. Her expression was adorable, making hiss heart skip a beat.
“This might make it better…”
Y/n’s eyes widened when his face drew closer. He closed his eyes, kissing her again, going very slow. Y/n’s heart raced, only this time, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. It was a little uncoordinated, both of them tried to match their rhythm but their bodies were brimming from excitement.
She moaned softly against him, when he rubbed her tongue with his. His fingers dug into her hips harder, when he felt his dick beginning to rise. He never knew just how arousing her voice was. It exhilarated him that he was capable of making her sound like that…
“Mmh~ Wakatoshi” She panted when he pulled away, her cheeks were burning. He stood tall in front of her and now she felt shy again
“Is it still hurting?” Ushijima asked but she shook her head,
“N-No… I feel much better now” She muttered. Ushjima felt pleased that she wasn’t hurt, looking at her sitting on their bed below him.
“Y/n… Can we continue?” He asked her, watching her face coil into a fluster… She took sudden interest in her fingers, fiddling away at them before she finally answered
“Can I take a bath first?”
“No.”
Shocked, she gaped at him asking him why but Ushijima just shrugged,
“Won’t it make sense to bathe after having sex? We’re only going to get dirty again” He said so nonchalantly that she covered her face
“D-Don’t say it out loud!” She squealed, flummoxing him
“But you said you wanted to have sex” He answered, embarrassing her further.
“Wakatoshi!” She squeaked, “…I know I said it in the heat of the moment but when you say it so blatantly, it makes me embarrassed…”
Ushijima gave her a blank look. His wife was very confusing, it was clear she wanted to have sex but her words didnt match. He didn’t understand how to read women…
“So, I shouldn’t talk about having sex, while we’re having sex–”
His question was cut off when her palms pressed against his lips, silencing him. He gripped her wrists, pulling her hands apart, cocking his head to the side. Y/n was extremely flustered, her heart was racing. They both were super clueless but she decided to follow her instincts. He was silent, watching her trembling hands go towards the buttons of her dress.
Slowly unbuttoning it, he held his breath when he caught sight of her skin… The pink bra she wore underneath slowly peaking between the lapels… She remained composed, letting her dress crumple around her ankles, now standing in front of him in just her underwear.
“Um… Could we turn off the lights? I know I’m not fit like you are…”
She wasn’t going to lie, she was a little insecure about her body. He was solid all over but she wasn’t… Her mother in law once mentioned in dismay that Y/n had gotten pudgier after marriage…
Her arms covered her stomach but Ushjima gripped her wrists, pulling them from her body. He held them tight, scanning her figure before swallowing.
“You’re beautiful” He muttered, making her heart skip a beat… He could sense her uneasiness but he stepped away from her, removing his clothes, letting them join her discared dress.
(AN: Idk these days ive been into the muscular guy x chubby reader trope. Ushijima with a cute soft wife makes my heart mushy :3)
Y/n’s breath hitched, looking at him in nearly all of his glory. Unlike her, there was not a hint of fat. He was purely muscle… She felt ashamed for not being as health conscious,
“Waka… Please turn the lights off…”
“No.”
She squealed when he pushed her onto the mattress, caging her underneath him
“I want to see all of you…” He said softly, his hands now feeling up her sides. Y/n bit back her whimpers, her legs trembling when his hands slowly made their way to her breasts. She covered her eyes with her arms, mewling when he cautiously squeezed them. He stretched a hum in astonishment, making her peek at him.
“W-What?” She muttered, looking at his brows lift, almost like he was lost in thought
“It’s just like mochi…”
She was at a loss for words, she swore his eyes sparkled in delight but he hummed again, his hands massaging her through her bra, making her back arch
“W-Waka” She whined but couldn’t help but slide his hands underneath her back, his fingers fiddling with her bra. But his attempts at unhooking it, went unsuccessfully, frustrating him. Y/n felt a little amused, watching his brows furrow in frustration… He was trying his best to concentrate… Although she had been insecure about her breast sized, often being teased by her friends when they were younger… She couldn’t help but lift her chin, softly kissing his cheek, making him freeze
“Um… Let me show you how to open it…” She said shyly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched her turn, facing her back towards him while her hands reached for the clasp, releasing it with ease. Ushjima held his breath when she dropped the article on the floor. However, she didn’t dare turn around to face him… Instead her arms crossed, covering her bared flesh.
“Y/n, can I see them?” He asked but she quickly shook her head,
“Wait, I need to mentally prepare myself!”
Ushijima remembered one of Tendou’s tips again, recognising her efforts. It must have taken her a lot of courage to undress first…
She felt the mattress dip behind her, turning her head only to see him coming close. Looking away again, when his legs rested on either side of hers, his chest pressing into her back. She could feel his heart racing against her, making her realise that she wasn’t the only virgin in the room. He must have been equally nervous but he was trying for her sake.
“Are you prepared now?” He asked and she nodded, making him hum
“Ngh~”She tried to hold back her voice, her back arched slightly when his palms brushed over her tits.
“So soft…” He revealed, squeezing her pillowy flesh. Y/n’s breathing felt heavier and she almost squeaked when his fingers accidently brushed against her nipples.
He peeked over her shoulder, looking at her nipples… Amazed when he felt and saw them harden into peaks. He couldn’t help but remember certain chapters from Tendou’s wife’s book…
“O-Oh!~” She mewled when his fingers squeezed and rolled her buds between them. She suddenly felt the wetness begin seeping from between her folds.
“Does it feel good?” He asked and she nodded, humming because she had no idea how to speak in this moment. His hands were large, cupping her breasts with ease but they were so warm… She tried to settle herself against him but he wouldn’t stop his unintentional teasing with her nipples. As he experimented between flicks, pinches and tweaks, her moans were slipping, arousing him further. He couldn’t take it anymore, moving away from her. She didn’t have a second to recollect herself. He pushed her back down on the bed, now gazing at her breasts in their full glory.
He remembered the hentai mangas that Tendou would forcefully lend him when they were teens. Ushjima never understood the fascination his teammates had with the female body … He was always confused as to why, in porn and hentai, people always went for the breasts first… He never understood it until he saw hers right in front of his face
His lips felt dry and suddenly he felt the urge… He wanted to know what it’d feel like… Looking at the puffy nipples that harden when he teased them earlier. He felt like he was being coaxed…
Y/n let out a startled moan when his mouth engulfed one breast, her hand immediately clutched the back of his head, moaning louder when he began sucking on her nipple hard.
“O-Ouch! You’re being too rough” She whined and he eased up, letting his tongue eagerly swipe and circle her areola… She settled down, now feeling very turned on from how gentle he was trying to be, slowly sucking on her bud…
Her eyes opened, feeling his heavy erection pressing against her thigh. She glanced at it, looking at the obvious tent in his boxer.
Ushijima grunted, almost alarmed when he felt something rub against his cock. Pulling from her breast with a light pop, he glanced at her hand, palming him timidly
“I-Its not fair if you to do all the touching…” She barely muttered but he heard. He sat back, letting her sit up. Her fingers hooked into his underwear but she glanced at him
“Can I…?” She asked and he nodded, just watching her.
Y/n held her breath, pulling them down but she almost fell back when his cock sprang out so fast, smacking lightly against her cheek. Ushijima parted his lips, despite her being so flustered and embarrassed, he felt extremely aroused, looking at his cock mere inches from her face…
Y/n was very close to backing out… She had never seen an actual penis before… His looked like it could break her apart
‘There’s no way that’ll fit inside me!’ She screamed in her head but she couldn’t look away. She took note of every detail but aside from his size, she wanted to please him
Ushijima grunted, his chest rising when her hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly feeling it…
“It’s hot…” She muttered, feeling her hand warming… He swallowed, trying to control himself but her soft fingers innocently mapping his cock, making him throb when her finger rubbed his glans.
“Y/n…” He breathed her name and she peeked at his face, blushing when she saw him look so flustered… It was really cute…
“I’m not sure if I’m doing it right” She asked shyly and he nodded, his fist covering hers
“Like this…” He panted softly, leading her hand to his pace. She watched in wonderment, she could feel him pulsating within her wrapped fingers. Clenching her thighs, she squirmed against the bed. Her eyes caught onto the pre-cum sliding from the tip of his cock…
“Does it feel good, honey?” She asked him. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, just humming. It felt so much better than when he did it by himself…
His eyes popped open when he felt a soft sensation against the tip of his dick. He gasped when he caught her in time to see her tongue shyly licking his cockhead.
“Ngh!” He grunted, his hands quickly fisting themselves into the back of her head, pulling her quickly off his dick
“S-Stop” He panted and she felt alarmed, “W-Was I not supposed to do that!?”
Ushjima’s cheeks were burning,
“You can but it feels too good… I don’t want to cum so fast” He answered truthfully before petting the top of her head, “We can do that another time…”
His eyes darted towards her thighs and he took note of the wet stain growing on her cotton underwear… Y/n gasped when his fingers pressed against the damp material, feeling against her slit. She whimpered when his fingers began tracing it slowly
“You’re incredibly wet.”
Y/n’s cheeks flushed, gripping his wrist shyly
“It’s because I’m with you…”
Ushijima curiously gazed at her face, looking at the genuineness swimming in her eyes. His chest warmed, both of them didn’t need to exchange words. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and she stood on her knees, letting him slid them off with ease.
His heart was racing, laying her down gently. She had closed her thighs, trying to hide herself form his view… But instead, she gave him a glorious view of her ass, squeaking when his hands began feeling her soft flesh.
“Wakatoshi!”
When he felt her body loosen, he quickly pulled her onto her back, his hands gripping her knees, holding her legs wide apart, making her squeal from shock
“D-Don’t look!”
Ushijima ignored her, his eyes were glued to her slick folds… He saw the thin stream of juices gliding down, her folds spread just enough for him to see her throbbing…
“It’s so pretty…” He muttered,
“Pretty!?”
One hand let go of her knee, slowly pressing his fingers against her folds, silencing her. She whimpered when his pointer and middle fingers traced up and down her puffy lips…
“If it hurts, tell me.” He said before his middle finger pushed between the slick slit, now tracing the inside of her slit. She mewled and whimpered, her chest rising with each deep breath. His fingers were much thicker than hers, it felt so much better.
He sneaked glances at her expression, watching her brows furrow in need. He spotted her clit, and she jolted when she felt a finger brush against it.
“Hah!” She moaned, raising her hips while he watched in fascination.
Ushijima was startled, he recoiled his hand worried she was hurt but she shyly gripped onto his wrist
“…It feels good when you touch it…” She muttered, making him raise a brow. He pressed his finger against it again, listening to the whimpers she let out. Y/n’s hand covered his,
“Like this…” She mumbled, making him slowly circle it. He took over, letting his fingers feel the small nub, before his thumb pressed against it. She took heavy breaths, letting him explore her body. The more she moaned, the more confident he felt, his other hand tracing her folds again, before he spread them between his fingers.
Y/n’s eyes opened again when she felt his hands move away, she was about to call out his name but he gripped her knees, pulling them over his shoulder. Ushijima’s mouth opened and he was about to press it against her pussy but she squeaked from shock, her hand pressing against his lips
“N-No! Don’t do that!”
He was puzzled, “But you did it to me?”
“…Um, like you said… We can try this out another time… I think I’ll faint otherwise…”
It was true, her heart was not prepared for oral sex yet… but Ushijima’s hands held onto her thighs, ignoring her. She yelped when his face dived between her thighs, his mouth pressing against her pussy.
“No~” She moaned, her hips twitching when his tongue greedily lapped up her juices. He let out an inquisitive hum
“It’s sweet…” He muttered, before spotting her clit.
“…It feels good when you touch it…”
Y/n released a pitchy moan when his tongue flicked her clit, she pressed her thighs against his face, trying to control herself but Ushijima was unrelentless, just a single taste had released his pent up hunger.
“W-Waka, please~” She mewled, shaking her head “S-Stop! I don’t wanna cum now” She sobbed and he dropped her legs to the bed. She watched him wipe his wet lips, licking at them before his hands felt her body all over.
She calmed down, when he focused back on her tits, moulding them between his fingers. Her hand reached out to caress his face, distracting him
“…Y/n?” He asked and she just smiled, reaching to hold onto his hands tightly
“Wakatoshi… I cant wait any longer… Can you put it inside?” She asked shyly, her fingers wrapping around his dick, making him grunt.
He sat up, getting up from the bed and she watched him turn to his bedside drawer, opening it. her heart was racing again when he picked up the unopened box of condoms, wondering when he had gotten them… But she chose not to ask, just watching him pick up the foil packaging between his fingers.
His brows furrowed, rolling the condom over his shaft and she held her breath when his hands rested on her thighs, cock resting over her pussy. Ushijima gripped his cock, trying to align it with her entrance but he grunted, not sure what he was doing.
“A little lower, I think…” She muttered, gripping his dick with him, leading him towards her aching hole.
“Here?” He asked and she nodded, “Y-Yeah…”
She bit her lip, closing her eyes in anticipation but he looked at her face, noticing her quivering bottom lip
“Relax, honey… If you’re tense, it’ll hurt” He muttered but she couldn’t open her eyes.
“Mmh…”She mewled when he kissed her softly to distract her. She instantly relaxed, focusing on his tongue that now glided better against hers than earlier. When he felt her stop shaking, he took a deep breath, pushing his cock inside her.
Her eyes flew open and she pulled away, her hands gripping his biceps, whimpering. She was about to look down but his hand cupped itself over her eyes, blocking her view
“Don’t look there. Look at me” He said, removing his hand and she gazed into his fierce eyes. Y/n let out a small smile,
“I love you” She sighed in bliss, biting back her tears making his heart melt. It was torture for his penis, it was begging for stimulation but he controlled himself. His hands found hers, holding onto them tightly before he slowly pushed through her weeping folds. She whimpered again, feeling the pain as his cock separated her tight walls. He grunted when he felt her squeezing onto him tightly
Finally he had managed to push all the way in, stilling his hips.
“Are you in pain?” He asked, feeling worried but she shook her head
“It hurt a little before but I think I’m good…”
Now that she could feel his cock inside her, she was delighted. She felt full but her hand excitedly pressed over her abdomen, smiling
“I can feel you from here…” She breathed but that was enough to send him over the edge. He slowly began thrusting his hips against her and she moaned, letting her head fall back on the pillow, mewling his name.
Ushijima was lost in his own lust, his slow pace suddenly picked up. He couldn’t get over the way those velvety walls gripped and squeezed onto him. Her voice sounded better than any music he had ever heard.
“You’re perfect” He admitted, moaning when she twitched against him. Y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck, while her legs crossed over his lower back
“M-More…” She moaned and he complied, going harder. Both of them were panting hard, her body
“You like it?” He asked and she hummed, nodding frantically
“I-I love it!” She mewled, letting herself get lost in the sensation of his thrusting cock. Ushijima could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. Moaning, he kept going, but the moment he titled his hips, accidnelty rubbing against the bundle of nerves, she squealed, clutching onto him harder
“Waka!” She yelped, “O-Oh! There!” She moaned, “Right there…”
Grunting, he pinned her hips into the mattress with his, her legs going weak but her hands gripped his ass, feeling the breath leave her lungs. The way his body had pressed her into the bed, made her feel nothing but the way he kept fucking her.
His fingers sneaked between their bodies, experimentally rubbing her clit and that made her reach her edge. Arching her back, her moans danced through his ears when she cried out his name. He groaned when he felt her pussy grip onto him so tight before she came,
“Shit…” He panted, his thrusts became sloppy but he humped her hard, until his own climax reached. Ushijima hung his head down, moaning when he felt his cock spurt, filling the condom.
“Kiss me while you cum…” She panted, gripping his face to pull his lips against hers, he used that as his leverage to ride out his orgasm before they both slowed their thrusts. Letting go of her, they caught their breath and he pulled out, now looking at the mess they made on the bed…
Ushijima discarded the used condom before he lay down next to her, looking at her flushed face
“Was that good?” he asked her and she nodded, still panting
“A-Amazing…”
They made eye contact and let out a soft giggle, making his own brows soften. His arm slid under her body, pulling her against his side, letting out a content sigh
“…Why didn’t we do this before?” He asked and she smiled,
“We have our own pace and I’m kind of glad we waited now…”
Ushijima nodded, “I like sex.” He ended making her freeze before she burst out laughing from him bluntness
“Me too, I like having sex with you” She said making him feel pleased. She watched him sit up in curiosity, pushing herself up as well.
“Honey?” She asked, reaching for him and he gripped her wrist,
“Come here” He said and she obediently climbed onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around her body
“What’s on your mind?” She asked him and he grunted,
“Nothing… I’m just happy that you’re my wife” He answered, making her cheeks heat up, peeking at his stoic face.
“I’m happy you’re mine too” She answered, resting her forehead against him. Ushijima sighed, his hands dancing up and down her sides, before he spotted the box of condoms by them, picking it up
They both stared at the box before looking at one another. She flushed, averting her gaze
“D-Do you want to do it again?” She asked shyly
“Yes.” He answered curtly, pushing her back down on to the bed
“Waka!” She giggled when he picked up a condom
“I know what to do now and there are some things I want to try out”
Y/n raised a brow, “What exactly do you want to try?”
Ushijima just shrugged, “I saw somethings in Tendou’s hentai mangas… Now I want to do them with you”
“Hentai manga… You read those kinds of things?” She asked, making his ears turn red
“Well… I am a man after all.” He hinted and her brows raised, realising what he meant
“O-Oh…”
Y/n giggled before she sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek softly
“C’mon darling, let me help this time” She cooed, taking the condom from his hands. Ushijima leaned back, letting his wife do what she wanted but more than the sex, he knew he was absolutely enamoured by her. This woman was everything he never knew he needed.
He would sacrifice his entire life just to see her smiling.
“Y/n.” He cut through and she looked up at him,
“I love you” He said and she flushed but her lips grew into a wide smile,
“I love you too!” She laughed
~
“So where are you taking Y/n today?” Tendou asked, bouncing Anzu on his lap while she laughed.
Ushijima leaned his back against the bench,
“Korean Barbeque.” He answered before smiling softly, “Celebrating”
Tendou grinned, “Oh man I love Korean Barbeque… What’s the occasion?” Tendou asked capturing Ushijima’s attention.
“She finally opening her own business. She had been studying and working really hard the last two years.”
Tendou let out a delighted cheer, “Its finally happening! I better get an invite for the launch party…Actually, you better let me cater it. With baby number two on the way and I’d like some additional work. Need to save up” The red hair said and Ushijima nodded,
“Y/n already said she will be contacting you.”
Tendou cheered again, making Anzu giggle at his antics. Tendou beamed, hugging the three year old, pressing his cheek against hers, gushing out coos of love for her
“To be honest, your wife is a super woman. I can’t believe she took on additional work, studied, passed her exams and opened her own business in just two years…”
Ushijima felt proud, he admired her oh so much. She was so dedicated to going back to what she loved doing. After the Olympics, he had finally taken time off to now being the supportive spouse before he would begin volleyball again. He spent the entire year being her support through every step of the way.
“You’re still not talking to your mother?” Tendou asked and he nodded,
“I have no interest in them.” He answered and his friend nodded,
“What about your father? He stayed with you guys a few months ago no?”
He hummed, remembering what a lovely time he had with his family. His bond with his father only grew stronger, but Ushijima did sometimes feel pain that his mother was out of his life…
However, it didn’t matter anymore to him
Both of them were distracted when they heard crying and Tendou quickly looked at Anzu, groaning
“Oh man, Zuzu! I told you not to do that” He groaned, leaning to pick her up while she suckled on her thumb.
“Sorry Papa! I playin with Eji!” She rambled and Tendou sighed before hugging her again
“Papa forgives you because you’re just too cute! But next time when Reiji-kun’s sleeping, you mustn’t wake him up. It’s not nice” He gently scolded her and she nodded
“Okaay!”
Ushijima just chuckled, bending down to lift the crying one year old from his pram, bouncing his son against his shoulder
“It’s alright Reiji… Anzu wanted to play with you” Ushijima tried explaining to the whimpering baby who calmed down when his father calmly unzipped the baby bag, pulling out his milk bottle. Reiji greedily suckled on his milk, settling down fast and Anzu looked at Tendou
Ushijima felt at peace, setting Reiji back down into the pram before checking his watch
“We’ve got the leave now Satori. Y/n’s going to be home soon” He explained and his friend grinned,
“Awe, its so cute seeing you in full house-husband mode. Need to be home so you can give her a welcome kiss, right?”
Ushijima nodded, not even hiding it, making Tendou grin
“See you soon!” He laughed, watching him friend walk away with his son.
Anzu climbed onto Tendou’s back, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, making the scarlet hair man grin, holding onto her before standing up
“Shall we go home too Zuz?” He asked and she nodded, making him sigh happily. He was a very happy man after marriage, and it made Tendou happy to know his bestfriend was also living his bestlife. He remembered how clueless Ushijima was when he had first gotten married, chuckling to himself when he remembered how his bestfriend began noting down pointers in his little notebook every time they met and how Ushijima would provide positive feedback when Tendou’s tips worked…
He’d also tell Tendou what did not work.
Eventually Tendou knew Ushijima didn’t need any more pointers from the moment they had redone their wedding photos, now looking ecstatic in their photos.
The once clueless Ushijima was no longer clueless when it came to love.
kae’s note: i love how i wrote like only three of these even though they are all pussydrunk asf
atsumu miya
he makes sure to add pussy-eating to his schedule, he’s addicted, really really addicted to it. he has his head buried between your thighs, face smooshed against your folds, tongue sliding up and down against it. “baby, ya taste so fuckin’ good, fuck!”
he groans against it, which makes you shudder and grab a bit tighter to his golden hair. his head shooting up to look at your cross-eyed expression, and that makes him wanna stay there longer, till his tongue and your pussy is sore, to the point you can’t even cum anymore.
he makes sure to squish himself between your thighs, he grabs on to them and leans on them like body pillows. his tongue working magic around your clit that has your vision hazy and your breathing unstill.
atsumu doesn’t forget to spit on it before he stands up, unzipping his pants while hissing. “ya look so pretty, all dazed like that…now open up, wanna feel your insides all around me, yeah?”
ushijima wakatoshi
he’s drunk, it’s like an addiction. he has to have his fill of your pussy before or after a rough match, you’re his lucky charm and you better be ready to spread your legs and let him soak up all that luck.
he has you pinned against the blue lockers, hand gripping your wrists that were just above your head, your mouth agape and dripping with drool that it makes him go crazy, and whenever you hear him groan and unknowingly clench around his length, he bottoms out, reddish tip poking the entrance of your cervix.
“you’re my charm, baby. god, i’m lucky to have you, god-given pussy and a perfect body, pretty face just to complete— shit — the package, h-huh?” ushijima groans, sweaty forehead leaning against yours as he pushes you to cum, “cum all over my cock, darling. i don’t mind, there we go—fuck.”
and when you two finally cum, he makes sure to pull out, smear the cum-covered tip and make you wear your panties, a sloshy mix of both your cum so you can preserve all that good luck you gave him.
shoyo hinata
he ruts into you, all the time, while you cuddle, while you sleep, or just doing general tasks. he has to rut into you. clothed or not, but he prefers to have you naked and under him. like right now, you whimpering and moaning his name, while he groans and cooes about how good he feels whenever he’s inside of you.
he never stops, ever. even when your mind is going blank and you can’t even cum properly, might have been the fourth time you’ve cummed, you aren’t sure. his stamina-driven self, “it just feels so fuckinggood baby, can’t ever stop–” he moans, when you hiccup about your tiredness.
he promises just one more time, one more time, and each time he cums, he says one more time. and by tomorrow, his balls have been emptied and your legs will probably won’t work properly, but be prepared, cause he will stil rut into you, he’s pussydrunk that’s why.
There she was again. The only mortal brave enough to venture this far into my wood. The deep brown and greens of her dress nearly blending into the field, shielding her from unwanted attention if anyone were to pass by.
Not that they would ever reach her. I would never let anyone disturb her here.
The small outcrop of gneiss completes a rudimentary semi circle around where she kneels. I release a piece of myself, allowing for transformation into a single black crow. I can see her better as it settles on the top of one of the stones. She isn’t phased by the blood stains scorched into the earth beneath her, nor is she put off by the mess of bones- some animal, some human, some belonging to other more sinister creatures. Instead her (e/c) eyes shimmer with curiosity and reverence.
A breeze whips through the air, blowing around her in a way that makes her look more like the witch the townspeople claim her to be. It’s thrilling, watching her like this. Knowing how easily she worships me despite never having seen me. Would she be terrified if she came face to face with me? The thought of her horrified face makes my cock throb beneath the loose fabric spread across my hips.
But it isn’t time yet. She isn’t ready. I can tell by her smell as it is carried on the breeze. Her womb is too young, too immature to bear the weight of my offspring.
So I wait. Watching each time she visits my altar, leaving small offerings she has crafted for me. Yearning for a taste of her essence.
One day I will devour her- mind, body, and soul.
An awful stench lingers in the air. The scent of a Witcher. A young one. He’s too bold as he stalks through my wood. His blade carries the fresh blood of one of the wolves from my pack. He hadn’t even hesitated before slaughtering the innocent pup.
My blood boils as I follow his trail toward the village. His life will be forfeit as penance for the life he took.
I hover near the edge of the tree line, hidden from sight as my eyes search for him. A heavy breath absorbs his horrid smell, but then something softer, sweeter overtakes it. Your scent. I’d recognize it anywhere.
A staggering possessiveness rushes through my body, stirring the already suffocating anger consuming me. How dare he approach you, tainting your home with his filth. He wants to steal you away from me. To sway your devotion, wearing you down and reshaping your mind until your another mindless drone. Until you wish to see me destroyed.
But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t see you as I do. The truth buried in your wide, innocent eyes. You’re already mine.
He needs to learn, to see the reality of his mistake. To suffer the consequences from his attempt to steal you away.
Night has already fallen as I make my decision. Easily concealing my movement as I make my way toward your home. I’m grateful that your work as an herbalist has kept you near the forest’s edge. It makes what I’m about to do so much simpler.
You need the coin.
The words rattle repeatedly through your mind as you search through your myriad of ingredient jars, gathering what the Witcher had requested. You can feel the heavy weight of his eyes roaming your body unwanted. It’s disgusting, pathetic really, how arrogant he is. His thoughts written clear as day across his jagged face. He thinks he can have you, lay claim to your body with the same ease he collects a bounty.
You jerk upright when you feel him step closer, hands lingering near your hips as he leans closer. A soft vibrating sound disturbs his approach, an annoyed ‘shit’ falling from his lips as he heads toward the door, drawing his sword.
It happens both incredibly fast and seemingly in slow motion. The roots that rip through the earthen floor of your home, slamming into his back and pinning him to the wall. Blood seeps from the wounds in small rivers, his sword now lying on the ground at his feet. The most disturbing tearing sound fills the space as he is turned to face you, his eyes lost, barely remaining conscious from the shock.
The back window bursts inward, a swirling mass of crows pouring through the small opening. Your eyes fly shut, arms shielding your face against the chaos of flapping wings. The thundering sound quiets, leaving only your panicked breaths and the shallow, pained inhales of the Witcher. Letting your arms fall to your sides, your entire body freezes. Eyes wide, mouth slack, limbs locked in place.
He’s here.
The forest guardian.
He’s real.
Towering before you.
The dark depths of his eye are empty, yet you can feel the ferocity of his stare as he watches you.
Visiting his shrine was only a comforting ritual you had carried on from your youth. Sure, you’d heard the stories, the whispers from drunken townsmen about the fearsome creature who wandered these woods. You’d grown up hearing tales from your grandmother about the forest gods, how they protected it.
You’d just never fallen prey to actually believing in them. They were stories told to scare children, to prevent them from straying too far from home.
Yet here he stood, maybe a foot away from you.
It was terrifying. His presence alone made your knees feel weak, threatening to collapse beneath you. A pained groan drew your attention back to the other side of the room where the Witcher was struggling against the Ushijima’s hold.
Suddenly it made sense. The Witcher was here to kill Ushijima. And you’d been helping him.
Oh god.
You were basically the Witcher’s accomplice at this point. You’d unintentionally signed your own death wish.
But why didn’t it feel like Ushijima wanted to kill you? You couldn’t exactly place the heavy tension in the air, but it wasn’t death. Pain, absolutely, but death? You couldn’t sense his true intent. And that was even more petrifying.
The forest guardian took a large stride toward you, lingering inches away from your huddled form. It was instinctual for your body to curl in on itself in his presence, your breath trapped in your lungs and your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and fall to the floor.
A hand- could you call it that? It resembled more of a claw or an antler than a hand. You shuddered as it dragged along the skin of your cheek, down the expanse of your neck and over the swell of your breast before stopping over your heart. Tears filled your eyes as a thick root wrapped its way up your body, curling around your throat and forcing you to meet his empty gaze.
A single breath, a heartbeat, that’s all it took for realization to sink in. That intent you couldn’t place standing stark before you. Want. Dark, possessive desire. Ushijima wants to devour you.
It’s easy to recognize the moment my little acolyte realizes why I’m here. Her features shift from confused fear to pure, unadulterated horror.
It’s even more attractive than I had imagined.
My cock springs to life beneath its cover. I have to take her, to taste her, to feel her warm, wet insides wrapped around me. There is no more waiting- the time has come for me to claim her.
I panic, arms shooting up to claw at the root wrapped around me, desperate to escape Ushijima’s clutches, to run away. Thicker roots cinch around my ankles, forcing my legs apart as his razor sharp claws easily glide through the fabric of my dress, nicking the skin on my sternum, before the material falls to the floor in tatters.
The growl that emanates from the beast before me is equal parts nightmarish and captivating, wetness growing in my center. He huffs a deep inhale, as if he could sense the effect his noises are having on me. I don’t know what’s worse, the smoldering fear over what he intends to do to me or the consuming shame at my body’s reaction to him.
I barely have time to react when my body is thrown backward, my stomach colliding with the side of my table, face pressed harshly into the rough wooden surface, panties shredded leaving me exposed to the cool air, a sharp exhale breathed in response. I want to struggle, to fight against his hold, but it’s very evident that it would be no use. I could never overpower Ushijima, he’s the god of the forest. So I don’t even try. I just accept my fate, willing this to end quickly.
There is no prep, no exploration, no skin to skin contact until I feel the tip of his cock gliding along my slit. A rumbling sound echoes from his chest, what I can imagine is appreciation for my wetness. My teeth grind against my cheek as I tense, waiting for him to start to push into me.
As if he’d be that gentle. I doubt he even knows the meaning of the term.
A scream rips from my lungs as he sheaths himself within me in a single, powerful thrust. It’s too much. He’s too big, stretching me beyond my limits. Darkness surges at the edges of my vision, my body overwhelmed by the pain that sweeps through me.
There is no adjusting, no pleasure to dull the pain. A distance sob echoes through the room around us, and I faintly recognize that I am crying, cheeks wet from the heavy flow of tears rolling down them.
“Please. Please stop.” The words come out on a pained breath, falling on deaf ears. Each drag of his massive cock along my walls sends pain shooting through every nerve in my body, like being struck by lightning- repeatedly. “Please,” I begged again. He must hear me this time, but he still doesn’t relent. The root around my throat tightens to the point of becoming unbearable, my vision swimming as I struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs. They burn from the lack of air, I can’t breathe. I’m going to die, he’s going to kill me, he’s-
Ushijma’s hips slam violently against my ass once more before he stills, warmth flooding into my abused core more deeply than I’d ever imagined was possible. His roots unwind from my figure, dropping me unceremoniously to the earth, bruised, bloodied, and broken beyond repair.
A deep, gruff voice speaks, but as his lips do not move I know he has entered my mind, uttering only one profoundly alarming word:
⩇⩇:⩇⩇PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number — an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer.
ushijima wakatoshi — billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships.you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.
curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you,but it sure got youcaught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ABOUT — billionaire/ceo ushijima (sm)au, female reader, humor, multiple plot twists, fake relationship, night life, alcohol and drug use, blood, dark & sensitive topics such as death, murder, abuse, torture, kidnap, violence, alcoholism, smut.
notes:thank u for the idea anon! i love this cliche hehe
content warnings: insecurities,mentions of previous harassment/catcalling, pet names (baby, my sweet, etc), protective boyfriends, suggestive in ushijima’s, kinda angsty
featuring:iwaizumi, atsumu, bokuto, and ushijima
thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated
• “What if they think I’m a monster?” The redhead mumbled to himself, pacing back and forth.
• He was currently alone in his house, trying to work up the courage to ask you out at the Shiratorizawa new years party. All he had to do was head down to the dorm lobby and he’d be there, so he couldn’t be late.
• He just didn’t want to make a fool of himself if you were to reject him.
• His hands are very sweaty and he fidgets with the bandages around his fingers which he had forgotten to take off from yesterday’s practice match.
• He runs a hand through his hair, god why was he so nervous? You were just some person, why did was he overthinking this so much?
• He’s snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. He opens his eyes wide, slowly walking over to open the door. He stops in his tracks.
• It was you.
• Why were you here?
• “Hey y/n! Why aren’t you at the party?” He asked, tilting his head, he stepped outside so the two of you could talk in the hall.
• “I just hadn’t seen you around the party and thought I’d check on you” you spoke, looking up at him. You would have assumed he would have loved the atmosphere. Maybe you didn’t know your crush all too well..
• “Oh!! Yeah I was just about to leave. Let’s go y/n!!” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand and dragging you back to the party.
• You giggled as he dragged you back to where you once were with such excitement. He was so fun and happy. You wanted to spend every year of your life with him.
Goshiki
• This precious boy is nervous
• He’s shaking and he’s so jumpy
• You two are at a new years party with Shiratorizawa, you two were hanging out as friends.
• Little did you know the wannabe ace had feelings for you, and at the moment Tendo was hyping him up so he could kiss you at the stroke of midnight.
• Grabbing yourself a drink and sitting down, you look down at your phone and smile as everyone has fun, you looked around, yet couldn’t find Goshiki.
• A sigh escaped your lips, your hand running through your hair as you looked around.
• Looking down at the clock you glance at the time
• The clock read 11:56pm, four minutes until the new year. God, would some stranger try to kiss you? Ugh, sounds awful.
• You look up to see a very stiff Goshiki, a pink tint on his face as he slowly sits down next to you.
• A smile greets your face. “Hey Tomu, where have you been?” You asked
• He jumped from hearing your voice, “I uh, I was talking to Satori-san!” He explained, which wasn’t wrong but he may not have given you every detail.
• You chuckled, looking over at him, “okay, just don’t leave me for such a long time, I got so bored without you!” You said extending your arm over the couch.
• “Yeah, I won’t do it again, I promise” he said, you noted how stiff and uncomfortable he looked.
• Roughly 3 minutes passed and you noticed it was 30 seconds until midnight, wow time really does fly by.
• You look at Goshiki, he’s twiddling with his thumbs, and he keeps glancing at you.
• You hear people start to count down, mostly Tendo shouting just to keep things entertaining
• 10!
• 9!
• 8!
• 7!
• 6!
• 5!
• 4!
• 3!
• 2!
• You feel lips crash against yours, your eyes widen looking to see who had just kissed you. And.. it was Goshiki.
• You were speechless. You had never considered dating him, but, he was always so sweet to you, and he hadn’t done anything wrong. Plus he was pretty cute. You smile into the kiss, playing with his hair. You could hear Tendo snickering from across the room.
Ushijima
• Today was the day
• It was the perfect opportunity to ask out the head of Shiratorizawas volleyball team
• That’s right, Ushijima Wakatoshi, the man of your dreams
• Sure he wasn’t normally your type, but there was something about him that made him special. There was something to him that made him seem special. He was so.. cool? You never knew how to describe him.
• The Shiratorizawa dormitory was hosting a new years party in the lobby, you put on one of your best outfits, you felt confident in your charisma to speak to your crush, which the male lacked.
• Glancing at the time, you read the clock.
• Shit
• 11:58 the clock read
• Oh shit, you spent so much time getting ready, you had completely lost track of time.
• You rushed outside of your dorm, you were so stupid!!
• As you rushed out to the party, you felt a sudden thud as you collided into a large mass.
• You fell to the ground, looking up you saw him, Ushijima. He stared down at you, an almost unapologetic look on his face.
• “Oh. Are you alright?” He asked, extending a hand, which you eagerly took, he hoisted you up back to your feet.
• “I.. yeah I’m fine, why aren’t you downstairs with everyone else?” You asked, looking up at the tall man, you were confused as to why he could possibly be here.
• He was about to answer before you remembered your purpose, “nevermind, what time is it?” You asked.
• “It’s 10 seconds until midnight, what is the significance of wanting to know the time so late at night?” He asked.
• “Okay listen Ushiwaka, I need to tell you something. I really really like you, and I’d like to start the new year with you” you spoke, looking up at him. You were embarrassed, but proud of yourself.
• You watched him kneel down to your height, placing a kiss on your lips, he pulled away slowly, but made sure it wasn’t too long.
Asahi
• Homeboy is stressed
• Currently Noya is trying to hype him up outside of the gym, since that was where Kurasuno’s volleyball team wanted to have a party, and though it wasn’t actually going to be a real party at midnight since most had to spend time with their family, they would still have a fun time during daylight.
• He definitely dressed way too formal for this, it was supposed to be casual but he showed up in a fancy suit, his hair all fancy, trimming his beard.
• He was ready to ask you out physically, but no where close mentally.
• Meanwhile you were inside the gym speaking to Yachi and Kiyoko, chatting about your new years resolutions and what you had planned for family. You guys agreed to all spend some time after the party and go out and have some extra fun.
• Soon, everyone had arrived, music was playing loudly around the gym, cheap colorful lights for decoration, Takeda and Ukai actually weren’t there, they were getting drunk together somewhere in town.
• The time was roughly 4:30, a pretty good time for teenagers to enjoy themselves at a party. Asahi was standing in the corner, Sugawara was helping him this time.
• You glanced at the two, Asahi was looking more.. intriguing today, he looked nice, but nervous, was he planning on asking someone out?
• You pondered this though, glancing over at the two, Asahi had a bright blush on his face, and Suga seemed confident in what he was saying.
• Asahi was soon pushed out back into somewhere close to the center, Suga laughed as he watched the male walk timidly in your direction.
• You tilt your head in confusion, but before you had time to process what he could ever possibly be doing, he was already right in front of you.
• “Y/n, I need to speak with you in private.. is that alright with you?” He asked, you nodded, allowing him to take you to a more secluded area of the gym.
• “I..I really like you y/n! I’d like to spend my life with you! If.. that’s okay of course.” He spoke.
• You chuckled. Kissing this tip of his nose, “Asahi, you’re really sweet, ya know that?” Accepting his confession.
• You swore his face was red for a whole week
Suga
• Oh boy he’s cocky.
• Not cocky in a way that he was bragging, but he was definitely confident in his charismatic ability to woo you.
• At least that’s what he said to Daichi
• Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t scared like Asahi
• Confidently walking into the Kurasuno Gym where a party was being hosted for the team, he noticed you were off more to the side.
• As Suga entered, you were thinking about how you would ask him out.
• A face dusted in pink once you both msre eye contact, Asahi had dragged the grey haired male off to the corner as he spoke about his crush, giving him some advice he pushed the taller male towards his crush.
• He laughed as he watched Asahi stumble towards his crush, he went off to do his own job.
• Walking up to you, he extended a hand towards you, “care to dance?” He asked, as a very spunky song started to play.
• The two of you danced around, laughing together, people watch, and though no one joined in, no one seemed to laugh or make fun if you.
• After the song was coming to an end, the male leaned in close, mumbling a quiet, “can I kiss you?” You nodded, your lips colliding into a passionate yet caring kiss.
Kiyoko
• Oh my god
• Can I just say
• This woman is the definition of gorgeous
• Btw in this story you’re a girl because I think the only man Kiyoko could get with is Tanaka and otherwise she loves women.
• I love her so much
• And so do you, she is the light of your life. She’s so pretty, and kind. She inspires you to do things you’d never do.
• The two of you were leaving the Kurasuno party to go to the sauna for an hour, though Yachi had to cancel because her mother was finally home for the day, the two of you decided to enjoy yourselves and have some girl time alone together.
• Once arriving at the sauna, you two rented out a personal bath, undressing yourselves you two got into the warm water.
• A sigh of relief escaped Kiyokos lips, she was definitely stressed due to having to deal with a whole team of volleyball players.
• You noticed her legs were pulled up to her chest. “Your legs, they’re covered in scars. I heard you used to do track and field but I didn’t think they’d leave that big of a mark.” You said.
• The females ears perked up as you spoke. “Oh, yeah. I fall quite often, I used to be so clumsy back then.” She giggled, tucking some stray hair back from behind her ear.
• “Well, whether you like them or not I think they’re beautiful. Scars make people unique.” You said with a smile.
• Kiyoko smiled, looking over at you. “Thank you, y/n. Your way with words really amazes me.” She said, turning to face you.
• Time passed, the two of you spoke, laughing and enjoying yourselves. Once you two were about to leave, Kiyoko stops you.
• “Before we depart, we should definitely hang out together a lot more. I like spending time with you alone.”
Lev
• Oh boy
• This man
• this stupid lanky man, doesn’t even realize he has a crush on you.
• Yaku literally had to spell it out for him and he still didn’t understand
• “Wait.. I’m in love with y/n? That isn’t possible, I mean sure I get really happy when I see them, and they’re really fun to be around! But I don’t like them like that.”
• Yaku had to go through so much to get it through his thick skull, “that idiot, those two of you are so dumb neither would even notice.” He mumbled.
• Now as Yaku mentioned earlier, the two of you are actual idiots, two dumbasses who keep eachother somewhat out of trouble.
• Kuroo was hosting a party at his house for the team, and being their manager you were invited as well.
• Knocking on the door, you were one of the last to show up to the party, as Kuroo opened the door, you walked inside and saw him.
• “Lev!!!!” You shouted excitedly, jumping into his arms, wrapping the Russian in a hug as if you didn’t see him yesterday.
• “Y/n!!!” The male cheered, picking you up and whirling you around. He was happy to see you, barely even thinking about what Yaku had said about the two of you both having mutual feeling which neither of you even knew about.
• The Nekoma party was going well, Kuroo was chatting with most of the team, Kenma was sitting in Kuroos room avoiding people, Yaku kept to himself, sometimes glaring at lev when he was being an idiot.
• The sun had set long ago, and the team was preparing to count ten seconds to midnight.
• As the countdown began, you and Lev shouted and cheered the numbers in unison, but just as soon as everyone was about to shout “1” you felt a small palm grip the back of your head and push your lips into the silver haired males.
• Pulling away with a laugh, you noticed that Yaku had a grip on both of your heads, the shorter male had forced the two of you into a kiss, which unsurprisingly both of you enjoyed.
• “That was fun y/n! Let’s do it again!” He cheered, a large smile on his face.
Aone
• Similar to Asahi, my homeboy is nervous
• He struggled to show it, but he does love you, he just doesn’t know what to do about the growing sickness in his stomach when he sees you.
• Luckily he got some help from the internet, telling how to flirt with his crush.
• Though date tech wasn’t hosting a party or anything, you had invited him over to your house to hang out for new years. Since your parents were out of town, you two had the night to yourselves.
• You heard a knock on your door, upon opening it you looked up to see the tall male which you had invited.
• “Oh! Hey Takanobu, come inside. You arrived later than I had expected, I didn’t think you’d even show up!” You laughed, walking him up to your room so the two of you could relax.
• “I’m sorry, should I have.. shown up sooner?” He asked, and before he could let you answer he remembered he had brought you something. “I brought you flowers, is that okay? I heard most people enjoy them on occasions like this.” He spoke in such a soft tone, needing reassurance for his actions. He was stiff, standing awkwardly at the door of your bedroom.
• You smiled, reassuring him that you were very thankful. You gestured him to sit on your bed with you, you hoped he’d make himself comfortable in your home.
• As he sat down, you smiled. The two of you spoke for hours, never once was it awkward for either of you. I guess that’s why Aone loved you, you were so easy to talk to, and you could always hold a conversation with him.
• As time went on, neither of you seemed to realize just how late it was, you had spoken for so long that you lost track of time.
• In a small break of silence, the larger male spoke up.
• “Y/n, I’ve.. known you for quite some time and though I may be scary, and you might hate me, I wanted to say that I like you a lot. I’d like to see you as more than a friend.” He spoke, a furiously red blush coating his cheeks as he sputtered out the words that came to his mind.
• You giggle, looking up at him you kiss him on the cheek, “I could never be afraid of you, Aone, you’re one of the sweetest people I know. I like you too.” You spoke with a smile, looking down you checked the time.
• “That kiss was right on time I guess. It’s exactly midnight!”
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
Pairing(s): Shiratorizawa Demons: Tendou, Ushijima, Semi, Shirabu x f!reader
Tags/tw: attempted noncon—no mc’s, death (Not Reader), blood, profanity, monster-fucking, alcohol consumption, foursome, double + triple pen, possessive behavior, mentions of past abuse, lots of tail stuff—beware, face-fucking
WC: 9.6k
A/N: This is my contribution to @miyarinrin’sFright Night Collab! It’s also the technical part one to my demon au! I’ve been working on it all month so I hope you guys enjoy it. Also forgive me if its a mess I didn’t give my beta’s enough time to get to it. The Italic scene is a flashback!
You don’t remember the outside world feeling so daunting. The wind that sweeps down the streets, causing tree branches to creak and sway, feels colder, ominous. The soft moonlight peeking out from the thin clouds used to be so entrancing, now simply baleful. Each crunching leaf and snapped twig makes your eyes dart around to survey your surroundings, carefully assuring yourself that you’re alone.
A/N:Buy me a ko-fi, pretty please? Can’t believe I don’t have solo fics or drabbles for Ushijima! A crime! The only one I wrote solo for him was actually when this blog was still pretty new! How could I do Ushijima so dirty!
Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Thirst Drabble
Ushijima doesn’t understand why you scream how big he is every time he bullies his cock into your poor little cunt. He knows he’s big, why do you have to state the obvious? It’s not like you ever complain, too. As he grips your hips tightly to prevent you from squirming away, your voice pitches higher begging him to fuck you hard. And who is he to deny your wonderful, desperate pleas?
“Waka–t-to-shi~” you would always whine his name, calling for him as he pounds your cunt. Your juices slicking his cock, dripping onto the sheets, the lewd wet sounds resounding in the room with each thrust. Ushijima doesn’t understand why you’re calling for him – he’s right here. His thick cock soaked in your juices as he spears in you again and again, pace hard and fast, punching every sweet spot in your cunt. He doesn’t understand that you’re trying to praise him and beg him for more, how your brain’s trying to string together words to thank him for filling up your cunt every night.
But you don’t need to. Ushijima already knows how grateful you are to him and his fat cock. He knows by the way your pussy sucks him, clenching as if it never wants to let go of his cock. He knows when he folds you into a mating press, reaching deeper to hit your womb with every thrust, and you scream even louder, thrash even harder. But his iron grip and his heavy body prevents you from escaping his grasp, he’d never let you go until he’s done fucking you properly.
“Wa–! So good! Ngh–ah, ah…more! So big! Mmnn…please. Please!” Your cacophony of broken words is a melody to Ushijima’s ears. Your throat is hoarse from all your shouting, but you never stop begging for more or thanking him for more. It’s okay. Ushijima already knows with the way you squirt around his cock, going as far to drench his torso. He knows by the way you violently tremble in his hold, and yet your legs are locking around his waist, and you’re pulling him even closer.
Most of all, Ushijima knows you need to be bred. He knows you need his cum inside your greedy cunt. You don’t need to beg for his seed, because that’s the only place he’ll ever cum – inside you, until your pussy’s leaking and your stomach bulging. Ushijima would never waste his cum, why else would he spill anywhere else when he could watch your abused pussy clench in a pathetic attempt to keep his seed inside.
“Ngrh,” Ushijima would groan low and deep, folding you even further in half, his pace slowing down yet his thrusts fucking harder. “Gonna fill you up, love. Take it all. There’s my good girl.” As he finally spills into you, what else can you do but look at him with lovestruck eyes as your tongue lolls out and drool slides down your chin. It’s only then that you get quiet – fucked braindead but trying to thank your generous lover by pulling him into a messy, wet kiss as he still plugs your cunt with his cock, making sure you take every drop.
Characters: Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Daichi, Ushijima, Kita
ALSO KITA’S GRAND DEBUT ON MY PAGE - there are finally some gifs of him <3
Kuroo Tetsurou
You somehow convince the team to help you kidnap Kuroo to celebrate his last days as Nekoma captain
It’s after his class president activities for the day that Kenma throws a sack over Kuroo’s head, Taketora and Nobuyuki tie his wrists behind his back, and the others throw him onto a cart
Instantly figures out it’s you
“Ayeeee my baby really woke up today and chose ~violence~”
Cue Kenma banging his head on a wall
“Sorry Y/n I’m out"
"KENMA WE DIDN’T EVEN START"
“That’s right daddy we didn’t even start ;)”
Yaku HURLS himself at Kuroo, face the color of a tomato, ready to hurt this man
“YOU ASTAXANTHIN”
Lev gets absolutely bulldozed in his attempt to stop Yaku
PSA to protecc Lev’s ass from Yaku
The team breaks out into a fight
Kenma and Yaku are throwing hands at Kuroo
Who is still tied up, mind you
Lev is crying
And you
Honestly you don’t know if you should be helping Kenma and Yaku or Lev and Kuroo
Oikawa Tooru
Convincing the team to help you kidnap Oikawa for his surprise birthday is a CHALLENGE
The team is looking at you with equally unimpressed faces
“Do we have to”
“I don’t want him; you keep him”
"Let’s ship him off to Argentina"
can you even disagree tho ;-;
The team sneaks close to the classroom after school when he’s all alone, the sun having already set outside
You’ve barely even TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS when Oikawa starts screaming about aliens
"Kami-sama, please let me live to tell the story of my extraterrestrial abduction"
You have to throw yourself at Iwaizumi so he doesn’t chuck the object nearest to him
which just so happens to be his slipper
"If you salvage my body parts, give Y/n my dick, Tobio-chan my middle finger, Ushijima my other middle finger, and Iwa-chan my face”
This time, you don’t stop Iwaizumi
Overall, kidnapping Oikawa is a success, but he’s super bummed you guys aren’t aliens
“I mean, are you guys wearing human skin suits or-”
“ARE YOU ASKING TO DIE?”
Daichi Sawamura
It’s a late night for Daichi in the club room
Karasuno turns this into a whole ass mission
crow babies are nothing if not extra
Kageyama is wearing his shitty ass disguise
Hinata and Nishinoya are back-to-back, using ninja hand-signs
“Watch your six”
“Roger that”
“We’re headed into no man’s land, I repeat, we’re headed into no man’s land"
Nishinoya does a super secretive somersault, accidentally sending Tanaka slamming into the club room door
You can practically see Tanaka’s soul leaving his body
“TANAKA!”
Everyone’s clamoring towards Tanaka’s fallen form
Sugawara slaps him on the cheeks to check for life, once again sending him back to the dead
"TANAKA!"
"NISHINOYA!"
"D-Daichi"
Everyone looks up from their crouched places on the floor and screams at the now-open club door
daddy daichi part 2, Y/n
Kita Shinsuke
You somehow became good friends with the second year headasses
Y’all are swapping stories about your boyfriend Kita and there seems to be a common thread
No one has EVER seen him flustered
So of course Suna and you want to pull a prank on him, just to see his reaction
And while the twins have always been scared of Suna, even they can’t resist switching up the victims of their usual ways
He’s the last one to leave as usual, going through his ritual of cleaning the locker room
Only this time, the entire team and you are lurking
The lights go off and everything goes as planned
Kita’s not even struggling
what the fuck
At this point everyone is kind of confused, like should you just leave him with a burlap sack over his head?
Kitaraises his hand
"I’m sorry, but I need to finish cleaning”
Suna sighs, stopping the recording and tossing his phone
“I hate him"
You giggle while wrapping Kita’s head in your arms
"Never change, love”
Bokuto Koutarou
Of his 37 weaknesses, studying is one of them
Bokuto can never sit still and actively avoids it
But he needs to pass his next finals, so you and Akaashi devise the most thorough, beautiful master plan in existence
is that a blueprint of Bokuto’s damn house
Unfortunately, Bokuto is literally too LOUD to kidnap
The team rolls up to Bokuto’s house and sneaks in
He’s a beefy boy, so it’s quite a handful to drag him into the car waiting outside in the first place
But then he starts screaming
“PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY STUFFED ANIMALS AND MY STEAK I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT"
So now you’re looking extremely sus to Bokuto’s neighbors, who duck into their homes
Konoha’s driving when suddenly a police car flashes its lights at you
"Pull over. I repeat, pull over the vehicle”
“I’M IN HERE!” Bokuto screams
“Bokuto, it’s us, shut up!"
Apparently the police take this the wrong way
"Victim is being threatened. Suspects are ten teenagers, unknown genders. Requesting backup.”
Three hours later, you are still at the police station and Bokuto has gotten absolutely no studying done
“Oh well, he was going to fail anyway"
"AGGHHAASHI :(”
Ushijima Wakatoshi
You kidnap Ushijima for an anniversary date
And honestly
You don’t even really need the team
This mans is HELPING you kidnap him
Tendou opens his dorm while Ushijima is napping
The team quietly files in, supplies at the ready
“PUT YOUR HANDS UP” Semi barks as Shirabu cautiously blindfolds his captain
Don’t hurt the precious cargo
Ushijima wakes up blearily and just does as he’s told, shuffling out of the room
The team watches in utter confusion as you gently nudge him all the way to your destination, not even resisting
You un-blindfold him after tying him to a chair, and he greets you all calmly
“Toshi, you were being KIDNAPPED; why did you do nothing??”
“I was not doing anything important at the moment,” Ushijima replies, puzzled
You facepalm
someone teach this 190 cm baby what STRANGER DANGER is
Firstly, I want to say thank you so much for 4.6k followers!!! That is absolutely INSANE and I will try to live up to the expectations this beautiful community deserves.
So of course we’re going back to our roots, giving the people what they want, where the brain rot all stArtEd
BIG TIDDY COMMITTEE MATCHUPS & THIRST HOURS WITH LU ARE A GO
If you arent caught up, there’s this, a quiz, and a WHOLE THREAD:
Summary: Your favorite professor’s impossibly attractive son comes to California to visit. After spending what’s supposed to be a short, sweet fling with him, you find yourself wanting more. NSFW!
“Professor Utsui, please,” you collapsed into the plush chair across from his desk, slumping backwards. You spun around in the chair dramatically, sighing dejectedly.
“Gosh, why are you such a terrible driver, I swear,” you scolded. “Shame on you for getting a DUI."
The silver-haired man shrugged his shoulders, smiling sheepishly.
"This is why you’re my favorite intern,” Professor Utsui patted your head as he stood. You jerked away from him, folding your arms with false annoyance.
“And don’t worry, he’s cute,” he said, winking at you. You raised an eyebrow, a snort bubbling from your lips. “Professor, are you flirting with me…for your son?” Having become used to his eccentricities, even this was too amusing.
“You’ve always acted like my daughter; daughter-in-law isn’t too much of a stretch,” he replied airily, grinning at the violent shade of red rising to your cheeks.
“PROFESSOR!”
You scuffed your shoes against a pillar as you awaited the arrival of Utsui’s son at the airport. Professor Utsui stood besides you, overflowing with excitement.
You had been Professor Utsui’s intern for three years, and he was by far your favorite professor. Dedicated to your studies and the nuances of sports medicine, you had spent most of your waking hours with him and the volleyball team, pouring over his nutrition plans and game tapes. Among intern duties, being Utsui’s assistant-in-life had just become one of the things you did.
You were interrupted by the whisper of voices and the clamor of suitcases. Swiveling, you peered at the arriving passengers from your place besides the pillar.
And your eyes met his.
He was striking. He had Utsui’s strong brows, but his sloped downwards to reflect seriousness. Olive-brown hair and stoic olive eyes - exuding intensity and honesty all at once, as intimidating as his tall, muscled frame.
You straightened as he approached, tearing your eyes away from his arms. He was wearing a short-sleeved athletic shirt, twining cords of bicep muscle clearly visible.
“Wakatoshi, you’re so big now,” Utsui chimed, pulling his son in for an embrace, ruffling his hair. It was quite the sight given their considerable height difference, and your lips curved into a smile.
He has to be, what, more than 190 cm??
“Wakatoshi, come here and meet my brilliant, beautiful intern,” Utsui exclaimed, a hand on his son’s back.
“And driver,” you teased, sticking your hand out for Ushijima. “I’m L/n Y/n."
His voice was deep and gravelly calm as he bowed to you, completely ignoring your hand. "I am Utsui Takashi’s son, Ushijima Wakatoshi."
You withdrew awkwardly, plastering a smile in place. "Alright. Nice to meet you." Your eyes darted to Utsui, who watched the whole exchange with glee. "Okay, let’s get going, children!”
Utsui forced his son into the shotgun seat besides you, filling the silence as you drove. From what you could see, Ushijima was his father’s polar opposite - the tall, dark, and silent type. Ushijima’s one-word answers became full paragraphs in Utsui’s mouth. You shook your head, sighing internally.
Utsui the matchmaker now?
The steady rhythm of volleyball against hardwood echoed through the gym as practice began. You stood on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, shadowing Utsui as he examined his players.
“I sometimes worry he’s a little too serious,” Professor Utsui said softly, rubbing his beard as he watched his son interact with the UC Irvine volleyball players during warm-ups. “His head is only full of volleyball, you know?”
"Not everyone is as loud as you, Professor Utsui,“ you quipped. "But it seems he’s endearing in his own way."
Utsui chuckled. "If you find him so endearing, why don’t you take him around LA? What do the kids do?"
You watched Ushijima as he spiked a ball, the sheer power and strength setting fire through your body.
Fuck, you really hadn’t gone on a date in a long time.
"Um, I mean, if he has time between practices,” you began. “After all, you are my favorite professor."
Utsui grinned at you. "Well then, you’re not getting out of this one, Y/n."
The beginning of the week was awkward. You questioned him on his interests and preferences, which all wound down to volleyball.
It became your personal mission to get a reaction out of Ushijima, showcasing all that Los Angeles had to offer.
The two of you were traipsing in a souvenir shop on Hollywood Boulevard (you told him it was the quintessential tourist attraction) when Ushijima popped an interesting request.
"Tendou said I need to buy souvenirs,” Ushijima said. You turned towards him, lifting up an “I Heart LA” shirt to his broad chest playfully.
“Like this? And who’s Tendou?”
“A former teammate. He texts me every day.” Ushijima replied, scrutinizing the shirt carefully. “Is this okay?"
"So like, a best friend?” You garnered. You tossed the shirt aside, beckoning him into the store further. “And no, that shirt is utterly horrendous.”
Ushijima nodded at this. “I suppose. He says I should get one for myself as well.”
You laughed. “Do you even want a souvenir, Ushijima-san?”
Shrugging, he stepped close against your backside, raising an arm over you to grab something off the wall. You inhaled sharply, feeling his body heat radiate from him.
“This looks interesting,” Ushijima dangled a snow globe in front of you. You forced yourself to step away from him, smiling up at him.
“We can do better.”
From there, the two of you developed routine. Ushijima woke up at the crack of dawn for hours of practice and work with Utsui, and then he hung out with you, scouring LA for the perfect souvenir and attempting to learn English.
And during your devoted search, Ushijima listened to you, absorbing everything you had to say. About your academics, about his father, about your future hopes and dreams.
You found him endearing and loveable, in a sort of friendly-giant type of way. That and your obvious physical attraction to him - all 190 centimeters of pure muscle.
It was at a beach a couple miles from your apartment where he really came to life.
Waves crashed against the shoreline peacefully as families and friends relaxed under early evening sunset.
“It’s nice,” Ushijima commented, the salty breeze ruffling his hair.
You grinned, delighted. You watched as he surveyed a group of young people playing beach volleyball, shouting and laughing at each other. Taunts flew from across the net, crows and congratulations among teammates. Ushijima’s fingers flexed as a particularly strong spike landed in the back corner of the court, veins struggling across tanned skin. There was the slightest smile of something akin to fondness in his features.
You knew what he craved. Lacing your fingers through his, you dashed over to the group of people.
“We’d like to join, if possible. Though I feel this one could take all of us on,” you laughed, patting Ushijima on the arm.
You played volleyball with reckless abandon until nightfall came. Ushijima even tripped over himself trying to avoid a small dog that had run onto the court. You giggled as he blinked blankly, shaking a head full of sand.
A full moon painted sterling silver across inky blue seas and you dragged Ushijima into the water with you. He dunked his own head beneath the waves, ridding himself of the sand. You laughed as you waded towards him, attacking him with small waves.
When the beach got emptier, the two of you finally left for your apartment, still wet. Your thoughts ran rampant as you tried to soothe yourself under the warm water of your shower.
As soon as you padded out, you saw him in the kitchen, making tea.
His hair was damp, brushing lightly against the tips of his eyelashes. His handsome features were engulfed in shadow as his olive eyes trained carefully on the task at hand. The veins in his hands, the Adonis-like chisel of his chest and arms…
There was something about Ushijima standing in a borrowed shirt too-small for him that ran lightning through your core.
In an instant, your hands were threading through his short locks, lips on his. His momentary surprise was soon overtaken as his thick hands braced you strongly, his mouth hot on yours.
Ushijima lifted you easily onto the countertop, groaning ever so slightly against your lips as you wrapped your legs around him. The desperation confirmed he’d been feeling what you’d been feeling all along.
“Wait,” Ushijima rumbled, withdrawing from you. “Is this what you want?"
You traced a fine line along his chest. “More than you know,” you confessed. You gazed up at him, locking eyes with his, which were steady as ever. You felt him hardening against your inner thigh.
The low timber of his next words practically paralyzed you.
“Then let me take you tonight.”
His mouth captured yours once more before trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking. Large hands, gentle and assured, slipped beneath your oversized hoodie and palmed over your breasts. He pulled you out of your clothing swiftly and you surged forwards, helping him take off the borrowed shirt.
You took it all in, this beautiful display of masculine vitality. Your fingers ghosted over the defined ridges of his pectorals, his abdomen, the v-shaped cut of his lower abs. You pressed kisses along a vein on his neck as you played with the band of his sweatpants and briefs, dipping your fingers beneath. Ushijima sucked in a breath, closing a hand around yours.
“I want to prepare you first.”
“What-“
He hoisted you easily in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. A moment after your backside landed on the mattress, he followed, threading his fingers in yours above your head as he kissed you.
Sliding your shorts off, he fixed a heavy stare on you, gazing over your body.
“You are beautiful, Y/n.”
You blushed, pulling his strong form towards you once more. “Please, no more flattery,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lips on yours, he flicked your bra open, warm fingers wrapping around your breast.
Ushijima ran carefully placed kisses down your chest, squeezing and kneading. Your stomach, your thighs. You felt yourself pulse with unsaturated need.
His fingers pressed against your swollen clit before his mouth descended upon you. Your eyes snapped open and you thrusted upwards into his mouth.
“Oh my god,” you gasped.
You came fast the first time, completely soaking Ushijima’s fingers. And for a second, as pleasure flashed before your eyes, you thought you saw Ushijima smirk of all things.
With a few ragged breaths, you floated back to yourself. Sitting up, you crawled forth to push Ushijima into the silky sheets and straddled him. He humored you, an amused twinkle in his eyes. You knew he had the ability to fuck you to oblivion without pause, but here he was. This fine specimen of a man, willing and aching beneath you.
You delicately traced his right ear, his jaw, his lips, and your mouth followed this sensual path.
“You are a tease,” Ushijima murmured, gripping your waist. His hands crept up the length of your body.
“You’ll be taking me on my terms,” you replied, splaying your fingers over his chest. You ran your tongue down his toned torso, kissing the band of his boxers before tugging them off.
And,god,how had you waited weeks for this?
You couldn’t help but stare at his length, completely hard. A cloud of both awe and ambivalence muffled your thoughts.
“I will be careful,” his voice cut in calmly.
You shot him a look of challenge before pumping him slowly.
The moment his tip breached your entrance, you felt tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He groaned, praising you, and that was the moment he could no longer control himself.
Flipping you onto your back, he sheathed himself slowly in your womb. You screamed, clawing your nails into his back. Even after all of that lubricating preparation, you could still barely contain him. He was reaching places no one had ever reached.
Ushijima thrusted deep within, slow and unhurried, and you could feel it in your stomach, giving you chills down the length of your back. Your entire body was on fire.
It was a sensation that was absolutely exquisite.
Your hips rocked into him as you moaned, arching your back. It was altogether too easy to become lost in his body on yours, his arms around you, the dragging of fingers up and down your body, fervet kisses and hums of praise.
“Come for me, Y/n.”
And you did, completely unraveling beneath him.
But he was nowhere near finished.
“Y/n.”
You lifted your head from his bare chest.
“I care for you.“
Warmth fluttered in your chest, and you kissed him languidly, tongue running over the edge of his lips. "America not so bad, hm?"
He chuckled, a deep reverberating from within.
"And yet your name is the only language I can speak.”
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Ushijima awoke you with butterfly kisses down your shoulder, tangling his fingers with yours.
When the two of you arrived at practice, hand-in-hand, Utsui practically fell over at the sight.
“Oh my- does this mean I’m getting grandchildren?!?”
“Father, please.”
You giggled into your palm. You never thought you would see exasperation on Ushijima’s features.
The weeks before his departure were filled with impulsive bliss, a kind of love only youth held. It was sun-soaked afternoons on the beach until nightfall, wrapped in the thinnest of beach towels, your body perched in his lap. It was making love under the moonlight on your balcony, feeling the sea breeze and his skin on yours.
It was an illuminating discovery of what kind of future you wanted - a future with Ushijima.
But alas, all good things had to end.
He picked carefully at your hair, smoothing it away from your forehead. The slight furrow of his brow and the intensity of his stare were enough to make you blush prettily, eyes averting away. His body was stooped towards you, a thick hand clasped gently on your shoulder.
“Wakatoshi,” you breathed, staring up at him.
A charged energy passed between the two of you. Pain stretched in your chest, and you suddenly felt an ache of longing so strong it made you tremble beneath his grip.
You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he angled your head upwards, kissing the apples of your cheeks like it was the last time.
You gave a soft smile as you stepped off the plane, Professor Utsui right at your side.
It was time for Ushijima to pick up his long-awaited souvenir.
WHO SAID jumping a man didn’t lead to good things
god I’m so hot for the mass of a man that Ushijima is; catch me cheating on my main mans
in OTHER NEWS, I AM BACK!!! I hope you have all been safe and healthy; blessings to all your families. I’ve had half of this written for ages; not completely satisified but I’ve really been feeling Ushijima these days. the song inspo is souvenir by selena gomez
Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
Two male figures with an obvious height difference racing against each other, with no thoughts but to win suddenly stopped when they realized they were lost.
“You totally went the wrong way, didn’t you!” The shorter of the two who had orange hair.
“That’d be you, dumbass!” The taller one with black hair retorted. They were glaring at each other until they noticed a sign of where they are.
“This is where Shiratorizawa is…” The raven-haired male mumbled.
“Shiratorizawa?! Isn’t that where Ushiwaka is?!”
“Do you have some business with me?” The duo turned to the direction of the voice.
“Japan!!!” They were scared until they saw that he was uh- carrying…a girl?
“Toshi? What’s wrong? Are we there yet?” An adorable voice came from the girl Ushijima was carrying.
“Don’t worry, nothing is wrong. We’ll be there soon.” The duo saw Ushijima’s face visibly soften, and they got even more scared.
“If you have no business with me, then I’ll be on my way.” Ushijima adjusted you to make sure you were comfortable. He turned to look at you as if to ask if you were comfortable, to which you nodded and nuzzled into him more.
“We came from Karasuno, would you allow us do reconnaissance on Shiratorizawa?” The orange-haired male was astounded, weren’t they supposed to do that in secret?
“Karasuno…do whatever you want. No matter how capable you lot may be, you’ll see that we never weaken. I’m returning to school, if you want to watch us then follow me. If you’ll be able to keep up, that is.” Ushijima prepared to continue jogging.
“But…what about the girl you’re carrying?”
“You don’t have to worry about her, just make sure you don’t disturb her, or you won’t be able to get in my school.”
Ushijima let you down after everything that had happened, with the duo challenging him and all.
“Hey! You kids aren’t from here, you’re not supposed to be here!”
“Thank you Ushijima-san for showing us around. We’ll get going now.”
“Bye bye~ Make sure to get back safe~” You waved at them with a closed eye smile making the duo flustered.
“CUTE!!!” The orange-haired male can’t help but utter while the raven-haired male thought it in his head. This made Ushijima frown and tug you closer to his side and glare at the duo. This scared the duo and made them run away.
“Toshi~ You seem excited to meet them again. Let’s head inside now, coach must be waiting for you.” Ushijima nodded and kissed your forehead.
“WE SAW JAPAN!!! HE HAD A GIRL WITH HIM, HE WAS CARRYING HER! SHE WAS SO CUTE! I’M SO JEALOUS!!” The orange-haired male ranted to his teammates with the raven-haired male nodding and agreeing with everything.
“WAH!!!! THAT LUCKY BASTARD! WE’LL MAKE THEM PAY!!!” A bald male shouted, twirling his shirt in the air.
“Tanaka! Put your shirt back on! And stop yelling!”
