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hi if you’re still following this blog i moved to @lovelorn-thots​ ty and gn

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reminder that i’ve moved from this blog to @/maeji-era

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:((( please stop following this blog follow my other blog :((((

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summary: ushijima has a sudden moment of weakness.

cw: breakup, angst otherwise sfw

“Mr. Ushijima, do you have any words you can spare for us?”

Questions like this don’t usually offer much alternative, he thinks as he acquiesces, taking a seat at the table while ignoring the flashing lights and the cameras on him. He taps the mic in front of him to test it, then clears his throat as politely as possible.

Post-game interviews are usually nothing more than nuisances for Wakatoshi and today is not much different. Yes, there was a period of time where he dreaded moments like this, about a year ago, when a reporter noticed he no longer wore the promise ring you’d gifted him, and more and more media outlets had started to notice your absence from the sidelines, from social events, from his life entirely. 

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#shameless self-reblog

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help pls what is this fic lmaoo

Hi Mae!!! I was hoping you could help me find a ushijima fic please? unless it’s yours, then I’m embarrassed but here goes nothing: plot line is basically that reader sleeps with ushiwaka, and then she/they walk out with his cum still in her/them to take to her boyfriend (I think?) to take revenge. And it ends there. I never got to reread nor did I ever find out if there’s a part 2 because it was so good!!!??!!!! But it’s been so long since I read it and I never stopped thinking about 😩😩 please help me if you can!

o.o i have no idea what this fic is haha i'm so sorry D:

does anyone else have any thoughts???

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Moved officially to @maeji-era!

#Sorry will stop reblogging this soon but yeah

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Moved officially to @maeji-era!

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Moved officially to @maeji-era!

#moved! #reblogs appreciated!

[ushidoux]

Are you putting this blog as an archive? I really like your contents here :( AND looking forward for the new blog! :D

Oh dw! I’m not gonna delete for now until the baby blog has a followinf i’m comfortable with and then i’ll consider archiving vs moving my works! And thank youuu

#mae.replies #see you guys over at the other blog! #lovely nonnie

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Moved officially to @maeji-era!

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ACKKK CANT GET ENOUGH WITH YOUR HOSHIUMI FICS😭😭 MAN HE'S TOTALLY SO HANDSOME NND HOT IN THE TIMESKIP WHY PEEPS CANT SEE THAT?!

Lmao i guess!! I’m happy you’re enjoying them 😘

#mae.replies #lovely nonnie

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Moved officially to @maeji-era!

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the idea of someone strong enough to actually physically lift me up and down on their cock makes my brain shut down

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the one where you get your ass whooped cuz you fucked your friend’s dad who is an absolute dilf, iwaizumi x reader

warnings: reader’s about to get hands, consequences, iwaizumi cannot save you, nsfw mention, be a better friend next time

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“___!”

The sound of your name in a high-pitched shriek coming from across the campus lawn is jarring to say the least, and your heart skips a beat.

In shock you turn, confused; it’s definitely your friend who’s now barreling towards you at full speed as you stand still and transfixed, your hands clutching the strap of your book bag as you attempted to make your way to your next class.

“You fucking bitch!” 

It’s vitriol that spews from her mouth and her green eyes are full of rage. But that’s not the most unsettling part of this scene where your best friend for the better part of the year is cussing you out loudly enough for the entire campus to hear - it’s the fact that she has a bra clutched tightly in her right hand, your bra, a bra you haven’t seen since the holidays, since-

Fuck.

Your eyes grow wide, and you start running.

She knows.

Iwaizumi’s daughter isn’t as strong as him but she’s fast so she catches up to you in no time, and the grip she gets on your hair is vicious as she jerks you back violently enough that you fall to the ground.

“You fucked my dad?! Really?”

Your tears are immediate, but they might as well be crocodile tears.

You’re not upset that you fucked him, not in the least. It’s probably the best dick you’ve ever gotten in your life to be quite honest, none of these boys at your university and even now, if you had the choice, you probably wouldn’t say no to another tryst.

But it doesn’t stop you from sniveling because his daughter is as hot-headed as he is apparently, and you’re about to get wailed on in public. 

“L-let me explain…” you whine, helplessly. 

Iwaizumi always softens to your tears and whines, especially when you’re folded in half up under him, face buried into the crook of his neck and cumming around his cock. 

“Explain what? Whose fucking bra is this because it sure ain’t mine?”

Her voice is high-pitched and she yanks at your hair further, stuffing your own old and discarded bra into your mouth. 

The way you are muffled is definitely not unlike the gag her dad stuffs in your mouth when he is in a particularly dominant mood but obviously way less sexual.

She’s crying too out of shock. 

It’s a scene and it’s a spectacle and of course you’re hot and embarrassed.

“You know what?” She says, finally, when she rips her hand out of your hair. You spit the bra out of your mouth, sputtering for breath and when you look up at your lover’s daughter, she’s arranging her hair into a ponytail, fierceness in her eyes.

“Actually, let me help. I forgot to tell you that my dad’s favorite colors are black and blue.”

#any time someone mentions it i'm obligated to reblog this #it's tbh one of the fav things i've written

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Ushijima titty 🤲

too much titty to squeeze uwu

#mae.replies #lovely nonnie

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#titty #ushijima titty

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who needs memories? atsumu x reader

warnings: minors dni, fluff

You sigh, and look around you. 

It’s amazing how much quickly clutter and random nonsense can fill up every nook and cranny of a small apartment, and you swear you and your fiancé have spent about a full day, maybe two cumulatively, on packing endless items into boxes.

For someone who insists on living in the moment, Atsumu Miya is a huge hoarder.

Some of the things in the open box before you are reasonable things to keep, like ribbons, old medals, trophies, everything that helps to represent the blood, sweat and tears put into this primary profession. Others seem ridiculous at first but are laced with sentimental value - for example, a tiny notebook in which he’s practiced his autograph as a teenager, as though he knew he’d someday be famous.

You still stash them away with as much care as he would any of your own precious things. Closing the top of the box,  you realize you’ve mislocated the packing tape yet again and groan before getting to your feet.

After a couple minutes of shuffling around the over crowded room as you searched, you finally locate the packing tape, thrown haphazardly into the center of the room.

Over the loud screech of you dispense the tape to secure the box, you hear Atsumu suddenly run into the living room, excitedly calling for your attention.

“Babe! Babe! BABE!”

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