Last-Minute Plans
Ushijima x fem reader
Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)
Words: ~ 1,5 k
About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.
A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~
"It fits,"
he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.
Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.
He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.
Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.
The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.
His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.
He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.
"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.
"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.
"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.
"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.
"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"
"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"
You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.
"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.
"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.
Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.
"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.
"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.
He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.
You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.
"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.
"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.
"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.
As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.
A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.
"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?
"Sleep well, my love."
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I am awake! i am living! i am FERAL!
This litle update has me absolutely SPINNING
Firstly just allow me to say that everything is just oh so so CUTE
The costumes, the sprites, the 19 minute long audio, the COOKBOOK my beloved!!
But anyways, theory time!!
Well more like observations, thoughts and unhinged ramblings XD
Gonna put it Down Below:
Speaking of that. First observation is the wording of Down Below
We usually talk about waving up high! It is said so many times!
But now we finally have our official "As Above, So Below"
My first thought on this is the theme of a stage,
"As above the stage, down below the stage"
But I truly dont think we have enough information to make a connection quite yet
We know where "Down Below" is
I wonder where "As Above" is?
The second thing is the Wally Darling costume
And the Eyes
I realize now that the Eyes are actually just holes and showing whatever is underneath, BUT I still can't help thinking that this was intentional! Perhaps it's some sort of Code?
Afterall, his eyes are Black!
Now to get into the MEAT here:
Spoilers if you have not found the secret audio!
during the secret audio "Listen"
The bug found on the transcript
Wally stares directly at the "eddie" apple as he eats the apple on the plate (I also just wanted a screenshot of the "eyes" in the BG)
and now… now i have theories
hang on cause it involves the entire transcript that was said but not said in the transcript itself!
(In fact, it says this part is not there!! but it IS)
so i typed it out by ear
(also ayoo we have a narrator!!)
(also there is a lot of 4th wall breaking and quite a few neighbors seem to know that there is a show/that they are puppets)
(but anyways!)
ok but here is what is said in the story
It is because this town is rumored to have visitors at night… Something from deep within the forest, far beyond the hills and mountains… No one knows what it wants or where it’s going, just that it is persistent.. Just that it arrives here.
So many stories have risen about their origins… But I know what it is searching for.
it is looking for neighbors who have stayed up past the daytime, to gobble them up whole
that is why so few live here
it moves through the streets at night, but it doesnt break into Homes
However, on rare instances, it will find itself with an appetite unsatisfied by its aimless wanderings
even the occasional unfortunate insect that has crossed its path, is not enough
those who have lived through the nights say, it isn't quiet about it either
they always say you can hear when it gets closer to you
do you know what sound it makes?
I hear it, every night.
you can hear it too, if you listen
especially if you wait next to your window
First, there's rustling in the bushes
Then, the scratching on the pavement, and the walls.. as it crawls up
Finally, if you're quiet..
You can hear it's guttural sound
ok ok so there seems to be a theme going on here and the theme is Hunger
And also when the audio gets all garbled and skipping?
I feel like it is saying..."Frankly" over and over?
I could be overthinking, but it is what i hear!!
it almost feels like Wally.. can't control his hunger
he was supposed to be watching Barnaby's apple
Barnaby even says "Don’t worry though, kid, there’s plenty’a other eats here! What’re you feelin’ hungry for, Wally?"
and he is quick to draw attention away from wally, as he tends to do a LOT
barnaby seems to Know a LOT about Wally, and thats why he sort of has to be his babysitter?
I think that there could be a connection here
I think Wally was HUNGRY, he was absolutely STARVING
OR OR
Maybe something else was Hungry? Home?? Whatever the black goo/mold is?? If something is controling Wally?
His eyes are black, the Goo is black, the goo is coming from Home
But also also
[It sounds like Barnaby pats the camera.]
Going back to my theory of wally being the camera/ the audience surrogate/his eyes are cameras
This is fuel to my fire!!
Oh and also the Wally Costume add to the motif of You being able to see through Wally's eyes. Of You and Wally being connected through his Eyes!!
But at the end of the day, I think this update revolves around Eddie!
This little bug on the rock is Purple! Which we know is Eddie's Color!
And just that that doodle looks like the bug that leads to the secret Audio where Eddie's apple is brought to the screen..
Leads me to feel like something forboding is going on for our poor, dear sweet Mailman!
Which by the way, just another little Observation
But Sally doesnt seem enthused by the fact that Eddie is a fellow Arts lover? and she just calls him "Mailman" rather than an affectionate longname like she does with everybody else
But it does feel like Eddie is the Type to give his heart and soul to everyone, the shirt from his back, only for him to get left in the dirt
u_u I'm noticing a trend of him being the neighborhood punching bag
Eddie IS the mailman tho!
So it only makes sense that he is the one delivering the letters to the WHRP. He is not the one writing them, he's just the delivery guy!
But I think he could be being sent out at night
When everyone else is asleep
And I think something terrible may happen to him
It's very dangerous to go out at night
and This could be where Eddie is ripped in half/mangled
Wally fixes him of course!
(old theory but it does reference that)
So is Wally just using Eddie to serve whatever purpose he is after?
Eddie is a very compliant guy, he would do anything for anyone
and if he can be put back together, where is the harm?
I am starting to make connections!
Stringing together the pieces!
And once again, i'm getting the question of
"Is Wally Evil?"
And once again, I am answering with a solid "No"
Do I think that he could be slightly morally askew?
With the themes of "I must do what I need to do, no matter what happens" "I'm sorry, but this is how it must be" "The ends justifies the means"
Possibly, maybe. Especially if it is to save his Neighbors, his World, his Home.
Or, Just some of his actions are not his, he is a puppet afterall.
Anyways anyways, this has been a very very long and rambly tangent.
Hopefully there can be some sense made from this, I know that I can be a bit jumpy with my thoughts!!
But these are my inputs for now!!
Feel free to add on/correct me!
(I know the one link is out of cannon date, but so was the Frankly picture, and it was made cannon, so take it with a grain of salt)
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