ushijima definitely enjoys having his girl speak for him. It doesn't make him uncomfortable or angry, if anything he quite enjoys how you know exactly what he's thinking.
"Ushijima do you understand?"
"yes, he does. He's not stupid," you say firmly. Easily taking notice of how his hand holds yours under the table.
Or when he was sick...
"Wakatoshi's not feeling well" you say over the phone.
"did he tell you that?" a voice rings out over the line. Most likely his coach.
"No, but i know," you say pouting, putting you hand over his forehead feeling the growing fever, "He will rest today, goodbye" He also loved how you never gave people the chance to question you. The ring in his gym bag will definitely have a new home soon.
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Is that your husband over there? That husband right there? The one who is sneakily reaching for your hand to wrap around his arm? The same one who has been distastefully eyeing a certain co worker of yours the whole time you both have been at this event? That one? The one who, when confronted about his actions, will tell you with certainty that he did no such thing?
Yep, that husband right there. The one whose face is pressed against your chest while mumbling something incoherent everytime you kiss the space between his eyebrows. Telling him that if he keeps looking so grumpy that 'it might be permanent'. The only one who can get away with such childish actions and even get rewarded for it. He's yours anyway, so what's the harm in spoiling him a little?
The one who tightens his arms around you to prevent your attempted escape. Even going as far as to trap your legs in his, pushing you further into his broad chest. He curses the sun for rising too soon and makes it known to you, once again going further by turning to face the wall with you still in his iron grip. You know you have to work and he does too, but one day doesn't matter in the long train of work you both have. So with a sigh, you snuggle closer into his embrace and close your eyes once more, letting the warmth of it all lull you back to sleep. The day can wait, you have a husband to help you through today and for the rest of your life anyway.
SAKUSA <3333, ATSUMU, Osamu, Hinata, KAGEYAMA <333, Ushijima, OIKAWA, BOKUTO (1# guy who doesn't want to let you go), Iwaizumi, Honestly I can see all of them doing this
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“A lot better, now.”
Just imagine being so stressed after a long day, whether it was work, maybe pressure from expectations, or you’re just completely exhausted. There doesn’t even have to be a reason, you’re just tired and drained.
You barely make it one stiff, tired step into your apartment before he comes around the corner to greet you with a warm kiss and hug. It’s routine for you at this point. Every day you receive the tightest, secure, warm embrace from your favorite person. Arms snugly encircled around your waist, hands giving soothing rubs up and down your back.
Then after remaining in that moment, for what feels like the best couple seconds of your life, soft, pliant lips place a gentle peck on your forehead.
Those same arms wrap back around you once more, just for good measure, and cradle you. You’re completely surrounded by the calming scent, body, and essence of him.
This is the best part of your day, the thing that wakes you up in the morning and lets you lay down peacefully that night. You could stay like this forever, you think.
You’re gently eased out of the hug, hands running up and down the sides of your arms. There’s a deep inhale before he softly inquires,
“How was today?”
“A lot better, now.”
[Kento, Hinata, ushijima, Izuku, Rengoku, Kirishima, Suguru, Katsuki, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tanjiro, your fave]
@/cafekitsune for the divider!
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ushijima has one of your engagement pictures framed and hung so it's visible as soon as anyone enters your home.
it's a bit out of character for him, honestly. incredibly ornate, immense, and dramatic.
and it's not that he doesn't partake in romantic gestures, you'll never deny that. but, his gestures are usually intimate and reserved for the two of you. his love for you and how he honors it is meant for you and you alone.
to ushijima though, this picture is a testament to your love. something that shouldn't only be framed but displayed for everyone to see. for those who step foot into your home to understand that this is one, if not the proudest achievement of his life. to understand the adoration and devotion that's housed within these walls.
it resembles an art piece, from the positioning down to the framing. at 147cm wide and 112cm tall, it takes up the majority of the wall opposite the entryway. it's frame is thick midnight wood, with waves carved by hand that glint with the gold and bronze finish. the sloping profile of the frame reminds him of the sea, it's tide, and the pull the moon has on the salty body. looking at the picture, it's easy to see you are his moon.
in the picture, the sunlight filters through gaps in the clouds, a glow surrounding your figure. highlighting your body's movements as you're captured mid-laugh. you're tucked into ushijima's right side, an arm wrapped around you securing you to him. head thrown back, silent laughter escaping your lips, with rays of light highlighting patches of your skin, ushijima is captured by you. in that moment, his torso turns towards you, eyes soft as he gazes at you with such affection you'd have missed it if not captured. in that frozen moment, with unabashed loving looks and gentle smiles, ushijima wakatoshi is captured at his happiest.
a/n: trying to get the code writing out of my head and get the real writing in there but as you can tell im still fighting that battle LOL
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ushijima doesn’t propose to you with a ring.
granted, he has no idea why, considering that the box is sitting in the pocket of his shorts at any and all times. he’d spent months trying to get every detail right; unfaltering in his desire to marry you, but every other decision had been made and remade a hundred times over. he’d stopped counting after the fourth ringband and thinks that the jeweller started to hate him around the seventh ‘final’ decision for the cut of the stone.
he’s never been particularly indecisive, in fact he thinks he’s quite the opposite, and yet he can’t seem to stick to his guns on anything.
he almost proposes before the flight, though as he watches you toss sunscreen and string bikinis into a suitcase he thinks it might add an extra weight to the holiday, like some strange pre-honeymoon. if he asked you in a restaurant ushijima isn’t entirely sure you’d say yes, and every night at dinner he has to choke the question down.
in the garden?
in the city?
it needs to be special, not too public. maybe not in public at all—
“toshi?”
“hm?” he lifts his gaze to find you staring at him from your place next to the bed.
“i said can you throw me my water bottle?” you repeat.
he nods, resigning himself to thinking of a plan later and crossing the room to hand you the bottle. you tuck it into the beach bag that you’re packing and—maybe the beach? perhaps at night, when it’s more secluded and he can recite everything he loves about you without the added pressure of an audience. ushijima gets the sudden irrational fear of dropping the ring in the sand and is reconstructing his whole plan when you take his hand in yours.
“are you okay, love?”
he blinks, squeezing your hand and flashing you a small smile. “of course, why?”
“you’ve just seemed a little.. distracted? distant? i don’t know, i figured you were just stressed.” you tuck your phone into the pocket of your bag and turn to give him your full attention, taking both his hands in yours. “are you sure nothings wrong, toshi? i can try and help if you tell me. i want you to enjoy this holiday too so if there’s anything i can do to—”
“marry me.” he blurts, without a plan and without a ring and with his heart coming up out his throat. the grip of your fingers goes slack for a second, your voice dying and eyes going wide.
“what?” it’s barely a whisper.
ushijima sighs, taking your face in his hands and thumbing over your undereyes while you look up at him through wet lashes.
“i’ve been trying—” he says, a fond smile curling his lips, “—to ask you to marry me.”
you find yourself blinking away tears, nodding frantically as you try and unclog your throat long enough to fucking speak.
“yes.” you breath, “yes of course, of course i’ll—yes.” you’re laughing, tears bubbling at your lashline that he swipes at before they get a chance to fall and tipping your mouth to his—needy, desperate little thing.
somewhere in the flurry of tongue and teeth, you end up being pulled onto the freshly made sheets and straddling his lap. toshi breaks the string of saliva that’s connecting your mouths to stare at you with stars in his half lidded eyes.
you find your palms smoothing down the broad plains of his chest that’s covered by the thin fabric of his t-shirt, resting them over his heart that seems to be thrashing against his ribs.
lips ghosting over his and noses barely brushing, you whisper, “you shouldn’t have asked me now.” and for a brief moment his stomach drops. “now i’m never gonna let you leave this room.” you smile, pecking his lips and slowly grinding into his lap.
large hands are secured on your hips and ushijima decides that he’ll worry about the details later. “maybe,” he chuckles, “that was the plan all along.”
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Pregnancy Edition
Husband Ushijima! Never let’s you do anything by yourself, if he cooks you two dinner and you tell him you’re going to wash the dishes he forces you to sit down and watch him clean.
Husband Ushijima! Every night before bed he gives you and the baby kisses especially kissing your big bump multiple times.
Husband Ushijima! She’d a tear the moment he heard your daughters cries for the first time while also pressing soothing kisses on your forehead.
Husband Ushijima! Gives the baby skin to skin contact while watching his film over and taking notes for the next practice. 
Husband Ushijima! Freaks out internally whenever he doesn’t see you or his daughter in the audience only to find out that you both went to the restroom during the timeout.
Husband Ushijima! Got upset with himself the first time your daughter got hurt while he was out of the country for a tournament.
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Can I have a timeskip!Ushijima comfort fic? Like Ushi doesn't understand the concept of skinship like holding hands and hugs so he often shrugs off reader's attempts in skinships, which of course made reader feel sad ㅠㅠ
Thank you and have a nice day! <3
Understanding you ♡
Pairing: Aged up! Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader
WC: 1.6k
Genre: slight angst to comfort/fluff
CW: fem!reader, inexperienced in relationships!Wakatoshi, slight angst from ushi :( , fluff and comfort all in the end :)) , maybe some self deprecation from reader, best friends with tendou, communication is always key
note: thank you for requesting this! I hope it’s up to your expectations, sugar!! <3
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Being the girlfriend of the Wakatoshi Ushijima was something I didn’t expect would hurt this much. As his girlfriend, I understood the importance of volleyball since it quite literally is his career path. However, being in a relationship is a whole other aspect to think about.
There never really was anything that really stood out to me about his wrongdoings. He always made it to every dinner plan, he didn’t forget the classic month to month anniversaries, he seemed like he was just a gift from heaven.
I knew it was too good to be true when I realized we, or I, was severely lacking in the physical department of our relationship.
Ushijima and I never really got closer within touching or skin-ship distance. That really sucked for me and hurt my feelings since he aced every other aspect of our relationship, no pun intended.
I wasn’t sure if he was just uncomfortable with touching me or if he had some kind of weird feeling about touching me. However, with physical touch being my number one priority of love language I wasn’t sure how to go about telling him my feelings.
Giving Wakatoshi free rein to plan out his schedule, except for date nights, was a must. He is a grown man and I’m not his mother, but I always felt bad when there was something important, like this, to be talked about.
I couldn’t help but to bite my lip as I stared at our private text messages. His contact name, ‘Ushi baby’ stared right back at me whilst I tried to work up the courage to send a text.
Deciding against it, I threw my phone onto my bed and sighed loudly. He was at practice and had a game tomorrow so I didn’t want to bother him or cloud his mind with meaningless things like what I need to talk about.
I couldn’t help to wallow in my own pity. The clock on my white painted walls doing nothing but making the sound of ticking throughout my room which eventually annoyed me enough to leave.
It was around the time for Ushi’s practice to be over and I really wanted him to come over, I just didn’t know how everything would go.
Whenever we had first started dating I got introduced, and interviewed, by Wakatoshi’s best friend, Tendou. And now, Tendou was one of my closest friends so I decided to call the Chocolatier himself for support.
After the phone had rang for three seconds it picked up, “Hello! Hello!” the familiar voice sounded throughout my kitchen.
“Hey Ten! I am in need of advice and company.” I admitted due to the facetime call revealing his apron on with some stains of colors on it.
“Oh really?” He asked, drawing out the ‘really’.
“Yes, really. I need to talk to Wakatoshi, I’m just not sure how. Any ideas?”
“That depends on what you’re going to talk to him about. Saying the wrong thing could make him easily misunderstand what you mean and vice versa.” Tendou tried to poetically explain, as if I didn’t already know that.
“Yeah, thank you so much,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m feeling a bit.. lonely in our relationship lately. I need more physical affection from him and I’m not sure how to really bring it up because times that’s happened before.”
That little spill from me made memories pop up into my head of Ushijima rejecting my attempts for physical love.
I could only remember how he shrugged himself away from holding my hand or kissing me after I brought him a well-balanced lunch meal one day during practice.
I never felt more embarrassed or ashamed in my life. My own boyfriend rejected my advances to give him, and to receive love from him in front of his entire team.
It wasn’t the only time that that had happened. I tried doing it behind closed doors just in case he didn’t like publicly displaying affection. However, that didn’t work either when he moved away from me one night after being out to dinner.
From that point on it’s just been messaging, very little facetime, some phone calls, and occasionally visiting each other’s apartment. I wasn’t sure how to proceed with this, and I certainly didn’t think it was anywhere near enough to breaking up.
However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt my feelings nor have been continuing to hurt them. Whether on purpose or not.
With Ushijima being a member of the Schweiden Adlers, I knew some of his teammates and occasionally talked with them about how my boyfriend was doing time to time.
However, I couldn’t help to not reach out to them within the last couple of weeks. I didn’t have the courage to confidently ask about him.
Tendou’s voice brought me back to where I needed to be, which was having this conversation to communicate my needs across to him.
“And since knowing him for a while helps my understanding, I think a simple conversation would do the trick. Honestly, I’m not sure why you called if you knew that too?” He questioned me, eyes peering dangerously close to mine through the tiny phone screen.
I bit my lip, “It’s just… he has a game tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin that by spouting dumb nonsense about how I’m not feeling this or that from him.”
Growing up, I’ve always considered other peoples thoughts, opinions, feelings before mine. It was just the kind of person I was, and now it hurts me the most when I need to express myself.
“Girl. Fuck that game.” He rolled his eyes at me.
“Yes Wakatoshi loves his career and it’ll always be there but you’re something in his life that can disappear at any moment. I think he’d want to know,” Tendou tried reasoning with my dumb logic as he pointed a wooden spoon in my direction.
I gave up. I knew in the back of my mind that Tendou was definitely right and I wasn’t but it was my own self that was keeping me from doing what I needed to do.
“Alright, I think I’ll ask him to come over tonight then.” I tried to say confidently after I made up my mind of what needed to be done.
“Great! When I’m in Tokyo next I’ll be sure to bring a little something for you and him.” Tendou winked at me before ending the facetime call.
That only left me to do one thing, text my boyfriend. I quickly sent him a text asking if it would be okay for him to come over after practice.
My nerves were all over the place as I waited for the tall, olive haired man to show up at my place.
Soon the door bell brought me out of my mind trance and when I opened the door I saw the one and only Ushijima.
“Hey Toshi, come in,” I widened the door after taking a good look at him.
It seemed like he came here right out of practice, he was still in his whole practice uniform. His usual stoic face didn’t change once I sat down on to my living room couch.
“Is something the matter, (Y/n)?” He bluntly asked, getting straight to the point with me.
I took a deep breath to prepare myself, “Yes, Toshi. There is something the matter. My feelings are hurt and have been hurt for a while due to the lack of physical touch in our relationship.” I paused for a moment to look over his face.
He seemed to be intently listening on every word I was saying which gave me the impression to keep going.
“I just want more skin ship with you like hugging, kissing, hang holding, or even just sitting beside you with arms touching. I feel deprived of that because you seem to always move away when I try to initiate it. Is there a reason or..?” I trailed off, finishing what I was saying and asking a question to see his side.
“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, (Y/n). I don’t understand the idea of that. It makes you feel more loved than usual?” He asked, trying to work around in his head of what I had mentioned.
“Well, yes. Without it I feel upset or rejected by you sometimes.” I hung my head low a bit, it was embarrassing having to discuss this. However, I was always one to get embarrassed or ashamed at anything I needed.
“I will try, for you.” He promised, his large hand reaching over to me and placing it on my knee. He was very warm and it traveled through my body.
I smiled a bit, “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”
I scooted closer to him on the couch and he gave me his one million dollar small smile that I love. His arms wrapped around my shoulders whilst I hugged his torso. His lean but built, very built, body touched my soft one, I loved this feeling.
We stayed like that for a minute, nothing heard but the low volume of my living room TV and our breathing.
“Thank you, Toshi. I really appreciate that you’ll try for me.” I pulled away, already missing the hug but needing to say that to his face.
“Of course, love.” His hand came up to caress my face and I leaned into his touch.
The aching in my heart and body went away after discussing that with him. It was all just a bit miscommunication which was easily fixed after I expressed what I needed to.
I couldn’t be more content.
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed anon!! I’m terrible at writing for Ushijima but thank you for helping me extend the people I can write for :))
you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!
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Hi! For sinful sunday can you do ushijima with breeding and size kink? We all know he slaps hard ;))
Warnings: post-timeskip Ushijima, dom!Ushijima
SINFUL SUNDAY
In a languid state, he gently nudges his nose against your neck, followed by a teasing nibble on your ear that elicits a soft moan from you. Despite your perception of not being overly vocal, Ushijima, of course, catches the sound. A sharp intake of breath accompanies his firm bite into the back of your neck, prompting you to gasp and squirm within his suddenly tight grip. His teeth, sharp and quick, leave an immediate bruise, yet you find yourself melting into the sensation.
Unperturbed by your protest, he effortlessly repositions your entire body, fine-tuning the angles before driving himself assertively into the entrance of your pussy.
Your cries of pain escape, ignored by Wakatoshi as he thrusts deeper into your spasming pussy without any hint of gentleness. Hips firmly gripped, he pulls you onto him, compelling your delicate cunny to stretch over his notably thick dick. "I love how small you are, little girl," he grunts, spanking your asscheek several times; a red hand print is already visible and your ass burns from the force he used on you.
"U-Ushijima!" you manage to moan. Cries erupt from within you; it's as if he's molding you from the inside out.
Ushijima establishes an unrelenting rhythm, withdrawing entirely before thrusting his rock-hard dick back in your tight cunny without mercy. Disparagingly, he labels you "a fucking whore", "his private bitch", and "his little girl he's going to break", extracting moans and whimpers from your lips. His huge size guarantees that with each thrust, a sense of elongation prevails, leaving you already begging for permission to climax. "Please-please-please," you whimper pathetically.
"Cum for me," Wakatoshi growls in your ear, his hand tightening around your throat, and his ther hand spanking your ass hard.
Quivering in his grasp, you succumb to an intense climax, but Wakatoshi exhibits no inclination to let up. Repeatedly, you implore him for release, and each time, he graciously bestows upon you the ecstasy you seek. Meanwhile, your hands tightly grip the sheets, a fleeting worry crossing your mind that your nails might pierce through. Your body is drenched, thoroughly claimed, lost in the intoxicating throes of the moment.
"Such a good fucktoy, I can hear how wet you are for my cock. Your slutty cunt feels so good wrapped around me," he growls in your ear.
His observation rings true, both of you keenly attuned to the sultry sounds resonating from your dripping pussy. Swiftly, Ushijima flips you onto your back, assuming a dominant position. Folding you in half, he ensnares your legs between your bodies, your ankles delicately perched on his shoulders. Gently, he kisses you before plunging into you with a force that momentarily steals your breath away.
As you groan into his mouth, your nails dig into his shoulders, provoking a growl as he forcefully bites your lip. Your toes curl, legs tremble, and you can't help but squeal, pleading for another release. This time, he encircles both his hands around your throat, applying a firm squeeze. Stars fill your vision as the orgasm courses through you like fire, leaving your head spinning — whether from the intensity or the scarcity of air is uncertain. You feel so small beneath him, so vulnerable.
Against his chest, your legs shake, and when he releases his grip, a surge of oxygen catapults your climax to new heights. You scream while your entire body trembles uncontrollably beneath him, and he moans into your ear, whispering something about how incredible it feels when you climax for him — even though understanding his words becomes a challenge at this point.
In the midst of overwhelming sensitivity, he perceives it. A resounding spank lands on your right ass cheek, igniting your nerves. The sharp slap triggers an instant climax, his unrelenting thrusts into your spasming cunt sustaining the pleasure without pause. A series of additional spanks ensue, each one coaxing forth another orgasm, faster and closer together. You find yourself ensnared in an unending cascade of ecstasy, limbs losing control, and emitting embarrassingly desperate sounds.
Ushijima pulls away completely, then thrusts deeply into you, eliciting a loud scream that escapes your lips. The symphony of his groans and gasps harmonizes with your own as he reaches his climax within your pussy, filling you with his thick cum. "Take it, take it, I want you to take it all," he snarled. "I want you to be stuffed with my seed, I want your little womb to be swollen with it." The shared intensity leaves both of you trembling and moaning, your pussy coaxing every last drop from him until the two of you collapse on the bed, breathless.
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Ushijima Wakatoshi
Hi people on tumblr!
Iv'e been wanting to write a oneshot about ushijima for a while now. I would really love it you send me some of your ideas (i'll tag you) )
I always try to keep my characters as realistycally as possible because i hate it when he's suddenly some kind of flirty fuckboy. But I'm open for new, creative ideas or cute scenario's whatever seems fun! Everyone is welcome to help :)
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“Ughhhh…” you groan out in pain, as you lay on your side on the couch, a heating pillow resting on the lower part on your stomach.
Period cramps are a bitch but it’s still better than being pregnant, you’d rather take the pain over pregnancy any day.
Thankfully you have the day off, so you can wail in agony at home in peace, while your boyfriend is at his volleyball practice in Kodaira.
It’s late in the afternoon right now and Wakatoshi should be back soon from training.
Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door unlock and a sweaty 6’3 man with dark olive-brown hair and matching olive-colored eyes walks inside, taking off his shoes and neatly putting them aside and then putting on his slippers.
“(Y/N)? Where are you?” The Opposite Hitter asks while he looks for you in your shared apartment.
“I am here Toshi, I am dying.” You call back from the living room couch.
Frowning in concern, he quickly makes his way over to you, breathing out a sigh in relief when he sees you are unharmed. Well at least from his perspective.
“What’s going on? What makes you say you’re dying? You look in a normal state to me.”
Irked by his comment, you reply.
“Well, I am not in a normal state. I am bleeding the size of the Niagara waterfalls and my uterus cramps are killing me. Can’t you end my misery?”
Understanding now what you mean thanks to a prior educational lesson from his team captain Hirugami, he laughs a little bit at your dramatics.
“I love you too much to do anything to you, you know that. You go through this every month though right? And you are still alive and fine whenever it’s over.”
Growling a bit, you grit through your teeth.
“It’s super bad this month Toshi. I feel like Levi Ackerman is slaying the Beast Titan inside of me.”
Reflecting your words, he remembers the advice his captain gave him.
“How about this. You take a nice hot shower and I will order something for us. You want your usual from the Italian restaurant that we sometimes go to?”
Glancing at your boyfriend, you nod while still clutching onto the heating pad for dear life.
Slowly raising yourself from the couch, you waddle in your comfy clothes towards the bathroom for a nice hot shower.
Taking your time, Wakatoshi orders Italian for you, along with some sweet desserts that would help as well with your cravings and ordering some boba tea.
When you walk back into the living room, in your Pusheen pajamas, you almost get teary eyed as you see your favorite food along with a tiramisu, chocolate lava cake and strawberry panna cotta.
What did you do to deserve this guy?
When Wakatoshi walks from the kitchen inside the living room and sees your teary face, he thinks he has done something wrong.
“Did I do something wrong? Do you not like it?”
“Waka… W-Wakatoshi t-this is so n-nice.” You let the tears stream in happiness, your hormones going crazy.
Perplexed by your behavior, he sees you walking towards him and you give him a big hug while soaking his shirt with your tears.
“Eat something my love, afterwards we’ll watch some more of ‘Twenty Five, Twenty One’.” The brunette suggests.
You cry even harder at your partner’s sweetness and soft-heartiness.
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mentioning each other fondly in interviews with ushijima or tendou please? if you write for tendou could the reader be the celebrity please and thanks <3
☆MENTIONING EACH OTHER IN INTERVIEWS | ushijima wakatoshi
a/n - i’ve never written for ushijima so bare with me🫣 also the reader is gonna be mentioned to be an actor just a heads up
cw - manga spoilers
prompt list - @novelbear
the interviewer had just finished asking ushijima how he felt about being a member of the national team for the olympics and he answered honestly. he was honored and it was a dream come true. it was that simple. the woman then began to pivot to more personal questions. “so fans really want to know how your love life is going? ever since the news dropped about you and actor, y/n. what can you tell us about your relationship? are the two of you dating?” the brown haired male furrows his brows together at the question.
“y/n?” he repeated your name with a softness in his tone.”they’re great, really.” he begins as he looks at the reporter, crossing his arms. “they’re really kind, talented, and i love everything they do.” he was starting to ramble, which was unusual for him. he usually liked to keep his answers brief and minimal. but if the topic was you? he could get really talkative. “they’re the he most talented person i know. i admire them a lot. no we’re not dating though, just…friends.” not too much though, they’re were still thinks he’d like to keep private so he cut the interview a bit short. did he even answer the question properly.
that part of the interview was clipped several times though and began trending in twitter. it didn’t take long before it got to you and you smiled at the video before sending your friend a text.
you: I’m glad to hear you love everything i do waka <3
wakatoshi: that interview wasn’t even 20 minutes ago. how did they get it posted so fast?
you giggled at the text briefly as you wrapped up your conversation as you were on a press tour for your new movie. meaning you had to get interviewed too.
when you got into the dark room with posters of your movie you introduced yourself to the interviewer and got mic’d up.
“it’s so nice to meet you, i’ve watched your interviews before.” you told the lady fondly, she told you how honored she was and that she was a huge fan to which you thanked her.
a few minutes passed before she began talking to the camera, summarizing the plot to your new movie and then introducing you. you did the same old “thanks for having me” speech and the interviewer began t ask questions.
“if it’s okay with you i’m going to start with a question not relating to the film because i feel like i might get dragged for not asking,” she began and you nodded for her to continue. “just a bit ago an interview of ushijima wakatoshi’s interviews was trending on twitter as he briefly talked about you, did you see that?” you smiled at the question which you were actually looking forward too.
“yeah i did see that, i actually texted him right after i saw it.” you replied, your smile never wavering. “so from your perspective, what can you tell us about your relationship?”
“it’s great, he’s great. i feel like we balance each other out so well and he’s really is the sweetest guy there is. i love him a lot, and the way he does everything. he’s constantly checking up on me when we’re away from each other and i really appreciate it.” you go on for another minute about your boyfriend. “he’s a really caring guy and i think everyone should have a wakatoshi in their life.” you finished your smile growing softer at the thought of your friend.
your eyes met with the interviewers and you saw how here eyes had softened and she her smile mirrored yours. “you two seem to be in love.” she noted as she moved quickly onto questions about the movie.
and for a moment you spaced out and thought about it.
we’re you in love?
nah, he was just your friend. right?
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ushijima was definitely a little innocent boy in highschool. and no this is not me tryna make him seem so babygirl cuz y'all he looks like he'd crush you, but you cannot tell me that that man was not so obsessed with playing volleyball for his parents approval to the point he missed out of basic puberty things.
Like homie probably woke up with his first boner and thought he needed to go to the doctors cause he was just that out of the loop.
So i one hundred percent believe that when Ushijima felt himself have feelings for the first time during his second year he would copy everything he saw in romance mangas. He would blush when he finally told tendou about his feelings for you.
He definitely made a lot of oopsies in front of you because he genuinely has no idea how to talk to girls.
He gets sad seeing how you get scared when he walks by. His first real feelings of insecurity about his body.
Every morning he would make sure his uniformed was ironed and neat for you.
When he woke up from a wet dream about you he immediately apologized when he got to school. Obviously he gave you no details about why he was apologizing. He just walked up to you and said "i'm so sorry 😐".
But finally the day he tried to copy a scene from a j-drama was when he thought he lost you. He told tendou to try and spill his drink on you but to purposefully miss. That way you would lose your balance and he would catch you. Safe to say that isn't what happened. Tendou's chocolate milk was dumped all over you, and everyone in the school witnessed the first time Ushijima Wakatoshi "yelled" at tendou. However, telling tendou "this isn't what we planned," in a stern voice led you to believe the two of them were purposefully trying to embarrass you.
When Ushijima saw the tears well up in your eyes he felt a kind of pain that he hasn't felt in years. His heart hurt seeing how scared you looked at him. That night he went home and attempted to write his feelings out into a letter. Did it make a whole lot of sense? no, but it got his point through.
The next day Ushijima hadn't seen you at school, and his mom went into his room to collect dirty clothes. When she saw an envelope addressed to you she assumed her son forgot to take it. It was your birthday today if she remembers correctly. So his mother walks through the neighborhood and drops the envelope into your mail box cursing out her "stupid" son.
On that fateful day it was revealed that Ushijima Wakatoshi was just a silly boy that was so deeply in love.
Btw the best part of the letter was:
"you're like a volleyball. I get happy when i see you,"
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Y/n: I'm hungry
C/n: That's not an explanation as to why you bit me
Wakatoshi, Suna, Kenma, Kageyama, Osamu, Kita, Iwazumi, Daichi, Tsukishima
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princess
pairing: Ushijima x Fem! Reader
tags: too much fluff, female body, reader's height is 1.55m, time skip characters
wordcount: 1.5k
Ushijima has always been a reserved and unexpressive man, but for those who have been close to him, they know that this inexpressiveness is not an impediment to be someone very concerned about his own. Despite that, there was a side that he himself was unaware of and that had not yet come to light for everyone.
Until you came along.
You were both in college, he working on his sports career and you on your career related to journalism. You practically met him because of an assignment you were asked to do with your classmates, a sports-related report.
Wakatoshi was big and imposing, his stony gaze made you nervous at first, but you managed to strike up a conversation with him.
The acclaimed "Japan’s cannon" was the MOST docile man you had ever met in your life, naive and overly transparent.
You had been charmed by the boy, although you had to be resourceful to get him to talk to you. After that project, you didn't have any more contact with sports, but you didn't care about that.
You became interested in volleyball and used the pretext to approach him again.
Ushijima noticed your growing presence on his radar, but without giving it much importance, as you looked busy talking to several people present at the training. You were in and out of the place, always carrying some notebook handy with your pen.
"Really your strength is impressive" you tell him one day after finishing his training. "I imagine you've trained very hard since you were little, haven't you?"
His stoic expression fixed on you, well, having to lower his gaze because of the size difference between him and you. You didn't get the blunt answer you were hoping for, it was simply a dry yes.
You weren't going to give up just because of that.
You tried again and again, until you became a constant in his life. Your stomach clenched with excitement the first time he was the one who took the initiative to talk to you.
To know more about you.
You invite him for coffee afterward and he accepts without objection.
"You look pretty passionate about what you do" you hear him say. You lift your gaze from the sandwich to notice him and smile at him.
Wakatoshi listened to you patiently and connected too much when you entered the waters of the sporting world. When you told him that he was the reason you became interested in volleyball and sports journalism, he felt a great warmth in his chest, so much so, that it was inevitable to smile.
Everything pointed to the fact that from that moment on, he could never get you out of his mind again.
Your relationship was blossoming slowly but surely, Ushijima is quite the gentleman, you thought constantly. He cared about you, about your health, that you rest and eat well, hydrate and be happy.
Because there has been no better discovery that behind that stoic face, hides a man who loves to pamper and spoil you.
Treat you like a princess.
He genuinely loved to give you things as gifts, whether he surprised you by seeing a dress you had loved, new shoes to match a new outfit or your medicine to calm your menstrual discomfort.
He left you a copy of the keys to his apartment in case you needed to study somewhere quiet, after all, he lives without roommates. You could sleep over if you wanted to.
Were you tense? He helped you with massages. Were you feeling sick? He'd take you to the doctor. Did you need love? He'd make sure you got it all night long.
If you asked him for the moon, he would personally bring it down for you.
But to speak only of his love is an understatement in everything that really happened in the relationship, because you did not lag behind with your displays of affection.
You supported him in everything that involved his career, taking advantage of the fact that your area allowed you to do so. You cooked for him, you tucked him in, you were there with him every moment. You got along very well with his father, something he quite appreciated, just as he appreciated that you were also able to get along with his former Shiratorizawa classmates. Especially with Tendou, his best friend. You helped him rediscover himself and open a new perspective on life and the world.
But still, time passes, and so many years of love and lust-filled nights were clearly going to end with you holding a positive pregnancy test.
You sighed in relief thanking the gods that the Olympic games had come to an end.
Yeah, well, in these years of relationship you discovered that Wakatoshi could be quite passionate in bed. Sometimes enough to make an attempt on a poor condom trying to withstand hard onslaughts that would promptly release a load too heavy to hold back with latex.
You guessed that during the games one must have broken without them noticing, or you just didn't give it enough thought.
Watching your belly grow was fascinating for him, and more fascinating for the press to see Ushijima Wakatoshi show the world an unknown and exploitable side for their magazines and newspapers.
If you were his princess before, now, you are his queen expecting a princess.
Although you both initially worried about how a baby might affect his sports career, you were supportive enough to go along with it. Ushijima sought advice from his father, but also received plenty of help from Romero. He felt reassured when both men presented him with all the ways to balance his work with fatherhood and marriage.
"You should rest," he tells you as he hugs you from behind, his hands gently caressing your swollen belly. He was so excited, his frequent smiles gave him away, inside you was a little princess he was looking forward to meeting.
"I need to move" you reply as you wash the dishes. "I'm not going to stay lying in bed for months until I give birth"
You remember in your youth not understanding why pregnant women insisted on doing so many things instead of resting and enjoying themselves during pregnancy. You can understand it better now, there is a certain feeling of uselessness that haunts you and you don't like it, your husband is constantly watching you to remind you not to overexert yourself.
Still, in your last weeks, you were unstoppable. You felt almost no contractions and the last thing you wanted in life was to have to give birth by C-section.
You cleaned the entire apartment, took forty-minute walks, tried to exercise.
You did it all! But it still seemed like the pregnancy would never come to an end.
You were so sad that Wakatoshi decided to comfort you with some libido. He did his best not to hurt you so he could please you.
Oh, but the way he managed to do it was the trigger for your body to finally decide that you should go into labor. You were almost past forty-one weeks, it was a relief to know that at last your princess would arrive.
Hearing you scream made his stomach knot, you are strong and he knows it, but it didn't stop him from worrying that you were delivering the baby of a man who is over six feet tall and well, tall you clearly are not.
When the noise stops, Wakatoshi feels that his heart finally manages to return to calm. His hand never let go of yours.
"You did good, sweetie" he whispered against your forehead as he deposited a comforting kiss on your skin.
You felt an enormous happiness to see your baby placed on your chest while the medical team cleaned and tidied up the room before moving you and the baby to where you could rest and monitor your health.
Wakatoshi watched you, recording the image in detail in his mind. Soon your laughter snapped him out of his trance.
"Baby, you really were a huge pain in the ass for how small you turned out to be" you joked.
Your husband smiles, you're right, his baby is a pretty little princess.
Tiny, unruly, troublemaker and too spoiled by her father. You thought.
The years flew by when your daughter was born. You were so thankful that Wakatoshi did not abandon you emotionally at any time as you had feared, it was something so recurrent in motherhood that you had even psyched yourself up in case it happened to you.
But that never happened, neither when you were in Japan nor when you moved to Poland, because Ushijima Wakatoshi would always move heaven and earth to always take his beloved wife and little princess wherever he went.
Your daughter is quite a case, you expected her to inherit your husband's calm temperament, instead, she inherited yours but with multiplied energy. Her battery never ran out, but she was giggly and overflowing with joy.
A lucky girl who had a devoted mother like you and a father like Wakatoshi who can never get enough of the love he gives to both of you and so must spoil you more and pamper his daughter like the good daddy's princess she is.
But sometimes he overflows so much love for you that your belly again finds itself conceiving a new life. Maybe now it's the turn of a prince, maybe it's another little princess.
You still have months to find out, but for Ushijima, he has a lifetime left to continue loving you and his precious daughter, Daddy's little princess.
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Living With… ~ Ushijima Wakatoshi
Fem reader and ushijima in a relationship (age over 21)
Synopsis ~ here are just things it would be like living with our stoic Miracle Boy. God, I love him so much just look at this picture of him!!
Content warning ~ just a smole bit of booby and thigh loving but that’s it, just fluff, fluff, fluff
First of all, waking up next to him seeing his bed head will immediately be the highlight of your day and him seeing you will be his highlight as well. He’ll pull you in closer with giggles falling from your smile just to snuggle for a bit. Sometimes on weekends you guys fall back asleep in each other’s arms.
He actually likes being the small spoon with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried between your boobs. Every once in a while he’ll add an occasional love bite as you run your fingers through his olive green hair. He’d even force you on your back so he could lay on your stomach or between your thighs.
“Babe?” you softly call to him.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“You’re not uncomfortable?” you asked as you run your fingers through his scalp.
“No,” he mumbles as he kissed your inner thigh, “These are my favorite pillows.”
You guys would actually spend your rare free time in bed with him laying between your things as you both binge watch your favorite anime shows.
You love Ushijima with all your being but this man can be a little blunt with you when it comes to cleaning. He’s not necessarily a clean freak but there are ways to keep things tidy and up to his standards that aren’t hard to keep up with. (his words)
Cleaning is something he’s always kept up with since high school so he doesn’t get overwhelmed with trash, laundry, or anything of the sort when he comes home from practice or away games. Especially since he’s lived mostly alone when he wasn’t at the dorms of Shiratorizawa.
He put you on his cute little cleaning schedule he has for the week with him. Sundays mornings are for laundry and groceries, Tuesdays are for cleaning the bed sheets and towels, and Fridays are for cleaning the bathroom and kitchen. At first you were a little baffled by such a schedule because you didn’t put yourself on one.
“Honey… You don’t think it’s too much to go by that all the time?” you asked as you watched him dig under the kitchen sink to find his cleaning supplies for the bathroom.
“No? Why would I?” he asks out of curiosity as tall ass rises from the floor and hovers over you like a god damn cyclopes.
“We’ll because I’ve never done a schedule like this before. It’s so much work,” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “We could be cuddling right now…”
A deep chuckle slips from his lips as he kissed your forehead. “I may have caught onto that a while ago but if feels strenuous to you I’ll give you a massage for completing such a task,” he smiled softly with a small hint of sarcasm.
Kisses on your forehead was something you learned that he loves doing. Yes, he can’t ever get enough of your sweet kisses on your lips but with the height gap between you two, it feels more sensual on his side, but you’re obviously not complaining. It’s also his way of comforting you and himself. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as he drowns your forehead in soft kisses and mumbles sentences consisting of “how was your day?” or “What do you need from me, baby?” or a simple, “I love you.”
He’s not too much of a cook, that’s more your thing. But that doesn’t stop him from learning or helping you out because he hates not doing something for you. He’s actually really good at cutting veggies to whatever desired size you’re looking for along with accurately measuring the ingredients. It’s also a perfect way for him to spend time with you since he’s not always home.
He has a thing for sweets but since he can’t eat too much of it because of volleyball, you make enough to last more than a week between the both of you. It’s one of his favorite reasons for coming home all happy is smelling the sweetness of whatever baked goodies you’ve made. It really makes him feel at home with you especially after coming home from away games.
Away games was something you guys fought over in the beginning when you moved in together. Before it was different because…well you weren’t living together so you were used to not being around him as it was. But as soon as you found your apartment and moved in, you guys were together all the time.
He knew that you were just missing him when you guys fought so he never let it get to him and always made sure to let you know that he’s listening to you. He was able to read you like a book most of the time and he knew how to put two and two together rather fast. So after those fights, he promised to be even more communicative than he already was to help ease the hurt you felt when he was gone. He also went out of his way to get you to come with him and his team to games out of the country. He genuinely thought it was absurd to leave you for months at a time so he took you much to your dismay.
“‘Tosh, I understand that you have to leave so don’t feel obligated to take me with you,” you said to him as you cooked dinner together.
He then looked at you like you shot him in the heart with a shotgun and a rifle at the same time. He was completely baffled at the fact you would say something like that because everything he’s done for you and will continue doing so is never out of obligation. “Why would you say such a thing,” he asked, “Its not out of obligation, you’re my girlfriend. You’re practically my wife at this point so don’t think I see you as any less than that,” he huffs as he continues to mince the mushrooms.
You smiled softly and didn’t bother to continue the conversation because deep down inside you were happy that he took you with him to those games but you wouldn’t have survived months of being apart. “You’re more than the best… I hope you know that,” you said to him.
He turns toward you to cup your cheeks as he kisses your forehead with his stoic smile. “I’ll always know that, baby,” he says as he wraps his arms around you.
And it’s true, living with him has taught you that he knows that you love him and he loves you. There were days where the both of you would sit down for a cup of coffee in the morning and just talk.
In high school, he wasn’t much of a talker but when he met you, he changed that. While he’s a bit straightforward, he makes sure he does it in a way where he doesn’t come off as an ass or as a way to start a fight. He’s obviously a lot more open to you than he is to his teammates so he actually likes to come home and rant to you about how stupid his team can be.
Baths with you are also something that’s comforting for him. It’s provided a quiet place for him as he just leans back and watches you read your book as you sit against his chest. Every once in a while, he’ll kiss your bare shoulder go let you he’s thanking you for the quality time you’re providing for him. There are even days where he’s beat to a pulp so you wash his body for him as you sit on his lap. His forehead leans against your chest as you wash his back and shoulders with his arms wrapped around your waist. You give him sweet and soft praises for making it through the long and grueling day to which he’s thankful for.
He’s so thankful for you…
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Husband Ushijima! Subtly invites you to his games because he likes knowing you’re close by at all times.
Husband Ushijima! Takes you out on a walk around the city whenever you two are traveling just to make sure you’re not bored while he’s away.
Husband Ushijima! Looks for you after he scores the winning point just to see you jumping up with joy from his accomplishments.
Husband Ushijima! Gets jealous whenever you join him for practice and sees his teammates getting too comfortable with you. He pulls you away and makes you sit on his lap while he drinks some water during his break time.
Husband Ushijima! Lays his head on your shoulder slowly dozing off in the cab drive back home.
Husband Ushijima! Says I Love You at the most unexpected times just to remind you of how much he cares.
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