#he forces ushijima to watch them too

[sapphire-synth]

i feel like tendou would be really into analog horror videos, like local 58 or the mandela catalogue and such

[kitasuno]

we fly together | kageyama tobio x reader

in which kageyama tobio is born for several things: the court, his team, and you. and he really, really wants to marry you.

wc: 766 | gn reader | little glimpses of your relationship with tobio over the years

There are several givens in Kageyama Tobio’s life. 

There’s volleyball. It’s in his blood. Volleyball is shoes squeaking on floors, the shrill of a whistle, Nikuman after practice, and that sweet, sweet feeling of connection– fingers brushing yellow and blue leather and palms aching after a serve. Kageyama Tobio was born for the court and born to fly. 

His team is one of them. There’s Sugawara, who still treats him to yakitori and an Asahi Dry (or three) whenever he’s back in Miyagi. Daichi sends him assorted nuts from Sendai every once in a while and Nishinoya mass e-mails him slightly blurry pictures of his life abroad on New Years. Ushijima buys electrolytes for him and Kourai. Shouyou is, well, Shouyou, and Kageyama counts him as two givens. 

There’s the small things too: he takes a little too long to read Kanji, he buys a new face wash every month, he will always avoid rush hour. 

And then, he thinks, there’s you. 

It hits him in full force in the middle of the street on a Tuesday evening as he holds a plastic bag of groceries. It also, consequently, renders him immobile for ten minutes, because Tobio had never been one to dwell on the givens. But as he stands on the pavement and his bag carries the burden of hashi for two, yogurt for two, two packs of sandwiches and four bags of gummies,

 ( because you really like those gummies: and Tobio had thought, if you like the grape flavor, then you should also try the strawberry. And if you wanted to try something new, you might crave the fizzy Cola ones. And if you liked the Cola ones, then he had to buy the Ramune flavored ones, too ) 

Tobio gets the urge to buy a ring. And an urge, no, a craving to marry you. 

Tobio remembers study sessions in high school and desperate makeouts in Karasuno’s dusty storage closet. He remembers the firsts: first conversation, first fight, first kiss, first date. Sprinting on beaches before the sun kissed the horizon and laying underneath the stars. He remembers graduation under cherry blossoms and pressing his second button into your palm with red cheeks and shaking hands. 

There were tears, too. Anger as he realized he couldn’t, for once, be selfish and have both you and professional volleyball. Anger as you had cried and cried and cried in his arms because you were getting your degree in Miyagi and he was moving to Tokyo. Anger as you had suggested breaking things off because you knew that Kageyama was born for the court. To fly. 

And you had said, between tears, that Tokyo was his potential. Because you knew him, and you knew that he didn’t like texting and that he wasn’t good at communicating, but you somehow underestimated how much you meant to him. Then: you had stopped crying because Kageyama was crying. And you had never seen Kageyama cry. 

You were there when Kageyama started on the National Team, standing in the bleachers with the biggest smile he had ever seen, jumping as you turned to show him the Kageyama embroidered on the back of your jersey. You were there when he accepted his position on the Adlers, and watched their broadcasted games behind textbooks and journals and pencils from your dorm in Sendai. 

Kageyama was there when you called him sobbing because the pipes in your dorm leaked. He was there when you got fired from your part time job for slapping a customer. Begrudgingly, he was there when you asked him to have Oikawa Tooru sign twelve jerseys for your friends at university. And then, he was there when you graduated college, diploma in hand and a blush on your cheeks as you pressed your button into his palm even though you really weren’t supposed to do that. 

Now you’re in Tokyo, having accepted his slightly bashful request for you to move in with him– in a nice apartment on the fourteenth floor overlooking the city; because even though he didn’t really like heights, he knew you loved city lights and people-watching. And if he had to cover his face when he saw the nameplate next to your shared apartment that read Kageyama, well. You didn’t have to know that. 

He’s still on the street, and he’s still holding his grocery bag, but his eyes are firm because he really wants to make your last name Kageyama. 

So he makes a phone call. 

“Tanaka-san,” He says before his former upperclassman can react. “Where did you buy Shimizu’s ring?” 

[dumbseee]

boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

_

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! halloween headcanons 🕸 ｡𖦹°‧

here are some silly headcanons on how i think haikyuu characters would spend their halloween and what costumes they’d wear :3 (feel free 2 leave ur hcs in comments i love halloween + i wanna hear what u guys think lol 🎃)

pt. 1 here :3

characters: suna, akaashi, atsumu, kenma, tendou, iwaizumi

suna

probably doesn’t get too creative with his costumes, ends up going as like batman or spider man

brings you with him when he takes his little sister trick or treating so you guys can get free candy

doesn’t stay out too late because he gets bored and cold

you guys all sit at the dinner table trading candy while listening to music later on

the night would probably end with you and his friends hanging out at his house and ordering a pizza while watching ‘scary’ movies

(you’re all just poking fun at the movies for how predictable they are though)

akaashi

probably just shows up in a black t shirt and black jeans tbh

lets you do skeleton makeup on him though

you guys go to a festival and play a murder mystery

he keeps freaking everyone out by telling scary stories that are oddly realistic and descriptive, he sends bokuto home shaking in fear

doesn’t get a lot of candy but does eat the baked goods they offer and enjoys a caramel apple

he’s your groups designated photographer

atsumu

tries to match with osamu by dressing as eachother but samu says no then ends up being tsumu anyway

dresses as like patrick bateman or something and he TRIES not to break character character all night but he’s too unserious

chases samu with an axe at least twice that night

tries to talk vendors into giving him a little more than whatever they gave samu but gets rejected almost everytime

sometimes they purposely give him less food just because he asked 😭

tries to scare/prank people but he laughs to soon and blows his cover

somehow ends up with the most candy/trinkets and brags about it

kenma

kuroo literally had to drag him out the house and kenma did NOT come out without a fight (literally clawing at the walls bro did NOT want to be at that festival)

he was given animal ears as his costume but he’s rocking sweats

complains all night

eventually gets someone to give him a ride on their back while he plays his game

his mood drastically lightens when kuroo brings him a slice of apple pie

takes the ugliest pictures of his friends when they’re caught off guard and randomly sends it to their groupchat later on

tendou

tries to be scary but ends up going as chucky (yk that doll with the red hair)

literally chases his teammates around and scares them all night

pulls the best pranks like someone def ended up pissing their pants (it was probably goshiki)

also tells scary stories, while shirabu is picking at holes in the plot of his story 😭

forces ushijima to come out in costume too despite ushijima not being very interested in the holiday

he def goes crazy apple bobbing, he gets DOWN.

iwaizumi

doesn’t dress up but still goes out to a festival with his friends

probably wins you some huge stuffed animal but ends up carrying it around for you since it’s too big

i imagine it being like a giant homer simpson too 😭

oikawa tries scaring him but iwa ends up being the one chasing oikawa

tries a little bit of all the snacks they have to offer there

ends up spending most of the night watching other peoples kids and helping them get out of bounce houses

[choppyama]

Shoyo faced challenges in Brazil largely due to feeling homesick and alone. Loneliness was the big issue. Kageyama’s accomplishments pushed him to grow stronger so he can reach the top and stand alongside him, he’s depicted almost all throughout the arc as a source of inspiration.

The fact that Kageyama went ahead is motivating to hinata, that’s why that panel of him on his bike watching Tobio play in the Olympics, is a direct parallel to seeing the Little Giant on TV. Both moments are designed to convey a sense of inspiration and motivation too

Yes that panel can be really sad in a way i understand. I just wished more people would acknowledge that Tobio was also a driving force for shoyo in Brazil. A motivation to keep going when things were hard, not just be seen as this ‘nuisance’ or just a sad reminder

‘naturally born player rivals’ is sooooo silly and infuriating but let’s ignore that part for my sanity…

I do agree that Hinata’s fear of being left behind by his peers, especially his vb partner is a huge part of his arc. It’s just frustrating when it is oversimplified into a sob story about him being overwhelmed or jealous of Kageyama’s success as a player when I know he would be more proud than anything

I could argue that he’s not even at all /discouraged/about the distance in skills between them. He’s been knew since the very beginning that Tobio was far FAR ahead of him, he accepted that and still chose to continuously chase after Kageyama.

It should be seen as more of a positive influence!!!

so in MY opinion Kageyama is never portrayed as hinata’s lacy. and the way Oikawa feels about Kageyama/ushijima moving ahead is much more bitter than sweet, contrasting with Hinata’s feelings which are mostly free of any kind of resentment

When Kageyama was invited to u19 camp and said ‘I’m going ahead’ ofc hinata was frustrated like A LOTTT but the next thing he did was not sit there and cry about it, he sneaked into camp uninvited (lol) and when asked why he was there, why he was so desperate he said ‘I wanna defeat Kageyama’

again for an ambitious character like hinata, his rival being ahead SHOULD BE SEEN AS MORE OF A POSITIVE INFLUENCE

[m45wood]

I could be dead by tomorrow

Ushijima Wakatoshi x FtM Reader

Summary: You, the schools stoner, find yourself having a crush on the ace of your schools volleyball team. WC: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of weed, Cussing, Reader is a self insert, Trans Reader, Neglectful Parents on Readers side, Smoking, Gay, Supportive Parents with Ushijima. A/N: Very based. My writing, as of now, has a pattern but trust i don’t write the same thing 20x🙏 Title based off of Sonder lyrics. [Too Fast] **NOT PROOFREAD**

—

To be honest it had been such a simple crush. I mean who wouldn’t find the ace of your own schools volleyball team a little attractive. All the games you saw of them and he was always there scoring points. Unstoppable. A powerful force that should be reckoned with. But let’s be honest, what hope did you have?

You brushed it off and went on with your day. Usual stuff school and home. School and then home. school and then home. The usual schedule. You weren’t a very skilled individual. You weren’t a bad student but you just flew right through everyone’s radar. You smoked here and then but you never got caught. It was more to just help ease off stress or stop insomnia. No club. You didn’t want to have to do anything extra if you didn’t have to and you really stuck by that. You just wanted to graduate high school and then you’ll figure out what you want to do. Now you just want to finish your calculus homework and smoke a little bit of weed.

—

The school day had just ended. [Y/N] is walking behind the school. He usually takes this path to his home because it’s quicker and leads straight to his bedroom window. There’s only one problem to the path. The back of the school is also where athletes do their practice at times so if he goes onto the path there is a small percentage of running into one of the athletes practice. [Y/N] took that chance. He always did. It was either that or sweating in his school uniform. And he was not about to start sweating in his school uniform. And just in his favor, not really, he was met face to face with one of their athletes.

“Face to face” wouldn’t be the term, rather ‘pec-to-face’. “I’m so sorry” [Y/N] starts profusely apologizing, bowing at an 45�� angle. “It’s alright” the deep husky voice says. [Y/N] straightens his back out. He studies the males face. Brown hair, currently dripping in sweat. Lightly tinted skin, as of now covered in red with sweat. Almost as if he were a siren, [Y/N] is hypnotized by his features leaning towards him almost leaning in for a kiss. “Excuse me” the deep voice abruptly stops [Y/N] current actions. “I apologize once again” [Y/N] says bowing once again, this time out of embarrassment. He goes around the towering figure continuing on his path swiftly out of embarrassment. He finally gets to his bedroom window opens it and jumps in. “What the fuck” [Y/N] thinks to himself.

He had never ran so fast to his home. He was coughing so hard he almost regretted all the smoking he had done. “God damn” He leans against his dresser. His backpack was slammed against his door and he chucked his bag through the window. “Ma I’m home!” He yells from the ground.

“I heard you!” She says back. He chuckles to himself before throwing his shoes into his closet.

“What’s for dinner today?” He says walking towards the kitchenette.

“I’m not sure yet” His mom says cigarette in hand.

He stares at her figure. His mom had never been the best mom. She was here physically. Never emotionally or financially . She was sitting on the couch watching the television.

[Y/N] grabbed a cup of water and chugged it. “I’m going out” he grabs his jacket from his room before turning back around out of the house.

“Don’t forget to go stop by the convenience store” His mother yells at him before he slams the door shut.

Hood up on his jacket, [Y/N] walks with no destination in mind. He mostly just wanted to get out of the house for a smoke. Which he was doing. He had brought his slippers instead of shoes and he was regretting it because he usually dropped ash on his shoe, now it was hitting his bare foot. “Fuck,” He says as some of the ash he flicked off was still a bit lit hit his skin. “God damn it” He rubs off the ash with his sleeve dirtying it even more than it is now.

“You could just wash it off with water” A deep voice says catching [Y/N] off guard. It was the same athlete from earlier. It looked like he was just trying to buy a drink.

“Thanks” [Y/N] says eyeing the athlete. He was tall. 6’2. Brown hair. Brown-olive colored eyes. Muscular build. He definitely looked like an ace of a powerhouse school. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Why would I?”

He had a point. I doubt he even knew who i was before i ran into him. I bet he wouldn’t even have thought twice about me if i hadn’t ran into him almost cinematically. He finally grabs his drink from the machine and sits down on one of the benches. Sweat still lightly trickled down his face and neck. His towel still soaked from rigorous exercise hung on his bag drying. He switched between sipping out of the bottle to resting the bottle on his forehead. [Y/N] realized his staring and looked over to the concrete wall to his other side. Not very interesting to say the least. He sighs and just leans his head against the wall behind him closing his eyes.

“Name?”

“[Y/N]. I know who you are.”

“Hmm…Age?”

“Same as you”

“Sorry”

“It’s okay”

[Y/N] opens his eyes to see the athlete staring at his feet. [Y/N] gets up and wipes the sweat off of his face. “It bothered me” He unzips the jacket after realizing just how wet the sleeve would become. “Here you can use it yourself if that made you uncomfortable”

He nods.

“Okay”

[Y/N] lightly dried off the sweat from his head. He asked before moving towards his neck.

“If you need it any where else you can use it as well” He said just passing the jacket towards him.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

He sat next to him this time in the bench.

“[Y/N]…”

He turned to look at the other male.

“Do you like school?”

“Does anyone like school?”

“Some people do”

“I mean…I wouldn’t say I hate it”

“Then why do you smoke?”

That’s what this had been about. Just curiosity.

He was not into you that’s crazy to think about. That’s just crazy he would never. He would have never and i mean never ever looked my way.

[Y/N] shrugged.

“Takes the stress off of school and life”

“What kinds of stress?”

“Any”

“We have different definitions of stress. What stresses you out?”

“School work. Needing to do enough just to get by. Work. My mom does nothing and my dad left when I was young. Hiding my habits and concerning emails from teachers from my mom.”

“That’s way different to mine”

[Y/N] chuckles. It felt nice to laugh.

“Yeah I guess so. How about you?”

“Me? I just worry about nationals”

“Is it soon?”

He nods.

“We have to win one more match and then we’re guaranteed a spot”

“Don’t we make it every year?”

[Y/N] had never remembered their team losing. They always went to nationals. And won. So why would this stress him out?

“Yes. Still you never know what can happen on that court”

He looked serious. It was almost terrifying.

“Scaring me a bit there Ushi”

The silence was deafening.

“I’m so sorry”

“No it’s okay”

[Y/N] didn’t know why he was still even sitting there next to him. What if someone saw them? What would they think? He stomps out his cigarette before rubbing his hands against his pants.

“Okay well i’m going to go” Y/N says rocking on his feet.

“Hey wait”

[Y/N] turned around to face the male.

“You should come to our game.”

—

[Y/N] was stunned to say the least. The ace of their volleyball team had asked him to go to their game. Who is he to say no? So now [Y/N] was stuck. Well not stuck. He could leave anytime he wants to. But he didn’t want to. He stayed. And watched. He was in up in the stadium. Ushijima looked up to search for [Y/N] during their little warm up. He spotted him in the back. He looked out of place but Ushijima felt his heart swell with happiness. He then focused back on the game at hand.

As the match Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno began more people became swarming in. Because of this [Y/N] had decided to move down to the court. He still wanted a good view but he hated the people surrounding him. He would rather a news reporter than a teenage girl. Trust him. Their screams were deadly. [Y/N] had also sobered up for the match. He wanted to be able to recall this game.

[Y/N] was mesmerized. He knew Ushijima was good. But he never knew just how good he was. And here he was showing off with all his glory. It had [Y/N] stomach do turns. If he hadn’t called before he definitely had now. It was hard not to. [Y/N] knew he was gay. He just didn’t know who else was gay. And he struggled with that profusely so he usually didn’t try with anyone. He especially knew, though, that Ushijima did not look like the gay type. [Y/N] left the game sad to say the least.

Well sad is a strong word. Upset. Mild distress. Empathetic. They had lost. Everyone was surprised. Even the winners. It was a big shocker to everyone. Even down to the announcers. [Y/N] met Ushijima’s eyes. He smiled. He had never seen him smile before. If he hadn’t needed to throw up earlier he sure did now.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Great game out there”

“Thanks”

A red haired male came up to you. And i mean red. Bright red. Dyed red. He comes up to you wide-eyed looking between you and Ushijima.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Tendou asks turning to Ushijima.

“Tendou this is [Y/N] a friend. [Y/N] this is Tendou my teammate” Tendou glares at Ushijima before reaching his hand out.

“Nice to meet you [Y/N]”

“Nice to meet you too”

—

“When’s the wedding?” Tendou was known to tease the two of you. It didn’t help your case at all.

If it hadn’t been obvious you had a crush on Ushijima. Always had. You guys had been friends in elementary school. Then you transitioned. You don’t think he remembers. He hasn’t said anything about it. He also treats you like as if he doesn’t know you. You didn’t have the courage to tell him either. It was just odd. It didn’t feel like it was needed to be said and you were scared on how he might react.

Ushijima never seemed to catch on. In his defense he is a very forgetful person. Not that forgetful but he also doesn’t catch onto cues. Especially Tendous teasing. He just always explained how you two have a platonic relationship. Behind doors? When you weren’t there? He agreed. He liked you back. No matter how clueless you think he is he finds ways to surprise you. He was clueless in the sense he never caught on to your feelings. But he knew who you were. He always knew. He didn’t mind. Whatever mind he’s friend happy. He was a simple man. He was just finding the courage to finally confess to you because he hates having to hide this from you. He’s not one to hide things from you. He’s very upfront about everything. You keep having to remind him you politely don’t care/don’t need to know that.

Tendou fed up with your awkwardness and Ushijimas blatant idiocy, told on both of you. To each other.

“He likes you back”

Those simple words from Tendou mouth made you both want to punch yourself in the face. Tendou had told Ushijima this morning while he told you during lunch.

“What?”

“Yup”

“No”

“Yes”

Tendous cheshire like smile spread across his face making you second guess his words.

“You better not be playing with me”

“I would never”

You glare at him.

“Well fuck what do I do?”

“Confess. Kiss him. I don’t know”

You send him another glare that has him bugging off.

“[Y/N]? Can we have a moment?” Ushijima asks looking at Tendou to leave.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” He squeezes your shoulder. ‘Good luck’ he mouths.

“Hey”

He just eyes you.

You slowly get up from the bench.

“I like you”

“Straight to the point okay-“

He cuts you off. ”I’ve liked you since we were 5 years old playing in the sand box. And i still like you now even if we aren’t 5 years old playing in a sandbox or rather we are now surviving high schools awkward years. And i want to be able to say that i confessed to my crush. I want to at least leave high school knowing i haven’t been a coward hiding away from my feelings” He pulls out two smalls flowers from behind him. They look comically small in his hands.

“Ushi…You’re so stupid” He was sweating. What do you mean? He’s nervous. What is this? His chest is tightening. His eyes feel like they’re about to cry.

“You’re ,basically in my eyes, the best volleyball player ever. How could i not fall for you?” You say.

“Huh” He was shocked. Happy. But surprised. He was sure you were about to just reject him. He swears his heart just broke.

“I like you too”

He smiles. He giggles.

It was such a shock.

You giggle with him. He pulls you into a hug.

“Thank You”

“Thank You, Ushi”

——

“Finally!” Tendou yells. You three were now walking to the locker rooms. “I swear if i hadn’t said anything nothing would’ve happened” Tendou says bragging opening the locker room’s door.

“I’ll wait in the gym” You say.

On certain days you would stay during practice. The team had come to know you with time. You being friends, now boyfriends but they’ll find out in time, with their captain who rarely has friends outside the team was a nice surprise. They all adored you. You sometimes hid other times blatantly walked in. Depending on which coach is training the athletes. Today [Y/N] was sneaking in. Which he usually did and was *not so* surprisingly good at. He leapt into the window. All the practice with his own window helped him out. He successfully made it in hidden by some nets. He got himself out of the nets and was now behind the bleachers. Out of breath from the climbing he had to do he laid on the floor. Dirty but he couldn’t care less.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” Ushijima comes up to you and sees you laying.

“Oh hey sorry. Jumped through the window” You say sitting up pointing towards the window.

“You and jumping through windows i swear” He says. You smile at him. “Come” He gives you his hand.

“Thank you” You say teasing him slightly.

“Oi Ushijima!” Tendou yells at him from the other side of the gym finally seeing. “Oh [Y/N] here. Guys!”

“Tendou,” He nods towards the team. You glance at your boyfriend.

“We telling them?” You ask softly.

He hums.

Your grip on his hand loosens. He tightens it and smiles again you reassuringly.

You smile back up at him before a voice draws your attention.

“Just say it don’t do it” Tendou says with a grossed out face. The team confused look at him and then over to the two of you.

Holding hands. With such loving eyes.

“WHAT””HUH””AHHH””¥6000 less richer”

“Did you guys make bets?” You ask.

They all nod.

“Oh my��”

“Yes. We’re dating” Ushijima says.

They all look at him. He looks very tense.

“Loosen up” You say to him. He looks back at you.

He softly nods. He goes down to hug you. With no other option you hug him back hoping his teammates leave you two alone.

Before you know it they all surround you. Bombarding you two in questions.

——

Before you told the team let alone Tendou you had gone a few dates.

They were awkward but sweet. Ushijima did not know when you were flirting with him. You finally realized that he wasn’t rude he was just very confused. It was endearing. He was always a gentlemen. Held the door for you. Refused to let you pay. His family was well off so it only made sense. He wasn’t controlling. He knew that if you didn’t want to be with him you would most likely leave. He knew you. You’re not the type to be with someone you don’t like. He likes that about you. He liked many things about you.

He was falling for you. Absolutely falling. Face first and everything. You think he’d be against your smoking and he was. But he understood at the same time. He didn’t like the fact you smoked but he didn’t mind the fact you smoked. You weren’t a heavy smoker. You never smoked around him. It’s the one thing that has been brought up many times. It was the one thing people thought you two would break up over.

To be honest it hasn’t been a problem in your relationship. It’s something that’s apart of you and he knows that. He loves you too. He was obsessed with everything about you. Being the son of such a prominent figure you think his parents would be mad at him dating a boy, a trans boy at that, who is seen as a ‘delinquent’ at school. They weren’t. They knew their son. So they gave you a chance. And they were happily surprised. You’re a well-mannered kid. You had flipped a switch on your cussing but nothing about you changed changed. You were still you. He liked that. So did his parents.

——

You both had been through a lot. Graduated high school. Ushijima went pro. You?

You had first found yourself at college. What for? Nothing you just kind of explored. You found yourself in strange situations. House fire, mental institution, hotels, motels, random jazz bars. Then one of your friends called you with a job opportunity. You took it. You were barely getting by. You secured the position. Honestly you might’ve lied on your resume, you totally did, but you did good. It was a great job for you. You worked hard. You were a good worker if you tried. It’s just you rarely tried. Only when you wanted to. which was rarely. At least as a teen. Moving out of your teens your destined to have some sort of future. Ushijima did that.

Ushijima and you had gone long distance as you both figured out your fitting in the world. Ushijima was focusing on his volleyball career while you figured out what to do. Once you had gotten your position at your new Architect job. Architect makes it sound fancy but rather you helped out the architects. Within the years you found yourself going up the ranks swiftly.

You and Ushijima called regularly. “Ushi! Guess what?”

“Hmm”

“I got promoted!”

“That’s great!” He says as enthusiastically as he can.

“This means they’ll send me to go study! I’ll be getting my Architect degree with them finally” You said basically screaming at your phone.

“That’s amazing, my dear”

“How’s everything over there? Are you doing okay?” You ask noting his tired voice.

“Everything here is great. Tired is all. Lots of training.” He says.

“Tell me about you baby. I miss you” He says.

“Okay”

——

Ushijima went pro. You became and Architect. To say you both were a model couple is an understatement. A volleyball player and an architect? You guys were the couple. You guys had gotten married after you graduated. It was a peaceful wedding. You both now lived together in your small apartment. You had your own business. Ushijima helped you with anything you needed. You did the same for him. Ushijima if he ever heard of a friend needing work on something he would recommend you. This man carried your business cards with him everywhere. He always seemed to have them. If you ever found a potential client at an event where you don’t have any cards on you just call your husband and he’ll hand them each a card at that.

He was so proud to be your husband. He forget he’s a famous volleyball player. While getting interviewed he will interrupt the host to ask them “You know my husband [Y/N]? You should have him come on here. Have you had him on here yet?”. Of course you do it back. Always posting links to his interviews, photo shoots, tickets to games, etc. Your social media was full of him. If someone were to know you just off of your persona online it’d be hard to ignore your boyfriend. He was everywhere.

You even found yourself tattooing his high school number onto you. You thought it was cute and had such a simple meaning yet it made Ushijima ball his eyes out. He loved it. You of course discussed this beforehand. You didn’t want to overwhelm with anything if it made him uncomfortable. He ended up getting your initials tattooed onto him. It’s on his chest. Small font. You trace it whenever you two are cuddling. It’s noticeable but he didn’t get into much trouble. It’s easy to hide.

A/N: This is part one! Idk what i’ll do with this but i want to see what i can do!! I’m excited to see what i do with this:) Also i played music and just wrote so sorry if it’s all messy.

[kings-highway]

Do you trust your Captain? - a trust-fall exercise

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Suga: Absolutely! Daichi's great, he'd catch any one of us.

*the most boring successful trust fall exercise in the world*

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Iwaizumi: Mmmm.... Well.... I don't know....

Oikawa: Oh my god Iwachan just fall I'll catch you.

Iwaizumi: .... ngnnnn...

*Genuine shock that Oikawa catches him, like actual, genuine "oh my god you caught me?????"*

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Tendou: Yeah? Of course? This is such a stupid prompt I mean watch this-

*literally doesn't even look behind him to check and falls way too early, forcing Ushijima to leap across the room to catch him, they both end up on the floor.*

Tendou: See? Easy.

Ushijima: Please do not do that again.

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Kenma: Yeah? This is so lame. I dont need a trust exercise to prove I trust you.

Kuroo: Just fall, I'll catch you.

Kenma: Yeah I know, which is why it's not an exercise. You should be doing this with Yaku, I don't think he trusts you.

Kuroo: ... hey Yaku-

Yaku: Absolutely not you bastard you'll drop me on purpose.

Kuroo: ... he's not gonna do it. Come on, Kenma, just do it. Karasuno did it just fine I don't want to lose to them.

Kenma: Fine...

*Another extremely boring and predictably successful fall.*

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Akaashi: It's not that I don't trust Bokuto, just that... well... I don't know, he can be a little...

Bokuto: I'd never let you get hurt! I'll catch you, I promise, no problem at all!

Akaashi: ... okay. I trust you.

*Akaashi goes to fall and Bokuto immediately gets distracted in the .2 seconds he had to be paying attention - Akaashi hits the ground.*

Akaashi:

Bokuto: I am so sorry!!! I promise it won't happen again, let's try again.

Akaashi:

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Aone:

*Crushes Futakuchi (in his defense, he did catch him)*

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Terushima: Wait... nobody?

Terushima: Not a single one of you will do this stupid exercise with me???

Hana: I think... I think they're just being precautious, given your tendency to...

Terushima: to what?

Hana: you know, just... you.

Terushima:

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Kazuma: I'm sorry man, but you literally encourage us to trick the refs I wouldn't trust you with anything.

Daishou: But... but Nekoma did the challenge...

Isumi: Yeah.... sorry...

Kazuma: It's just not gonna work...

Daishou: ...

Mika: I'll trust fall with you...

Daishou:

Daishou: that's very nice but unfortunately I'm not your captain so it won't count.

Mika: Can we do it anyway...?

*The most adorable little trust fall that ends with Daishou giving everyone the middle finger.*

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Atsumu: Hah! Obviously. Trusting Kita is like being asked if you trust that the sun is going to rise.

Osamu: Yeah that's barely a question. Kita's the ultimate reliable captain.

Aran: Yep. I'd do a trust fall with him.

Atsumu: I wanna go first, though.

Osamu: Oh, well, too bad, I was already here.

Atsumu: I'm the older twin, so I should get first go.

Aran: Well... I've known him longer!

Atsumu: I'm his favourite!

Osamu: You're not even mum's favourite, how could you be his?

Aran: Wait, guys - where is Kita?

Suna: Practice ended ten minutes ago? He left. Probably cleaning the locker room as usual.

Atsumu:

Osamu:

Aran: We should probably go help him.

Osamu: I'm getting the strangest feeling that Kita wouldn't trust fall us.

Suna: You think?

[depravitycentral]

Haikyuu Dick Headcannons, Pt. 2

Ft. the Shiratorizawa men: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kenjirou Shirabu, Tsutomu Goshiki

Tw: implied yandere, masturbation, excessive talk of cum, spitting, facials, implied breeding, pubic hair, oversensitivity, fem reader, MDNI

Because I've sort of been neglecting my followers who came for Haikyuu content, here you are! Hopefully this will tide you over for a while <3

He’s easily six inches, and thick. It resembles the cock of a porn star; every virgin’s nightmare, with a few veins puffing out and a defined, swollen mushroom tip that always just barely slips inside you with a soft pop!Maintenance isn’t too big of a concern for him - he doesn’t really trim, instead preferring to just let it all grow wild but shower frequently to minimize any sort of odor. He doesn’t really like the way he looks shaven, not totally understanding why he should bother, because it’s natural and it’s his body. He doesn’t expect you to shave either, and will in fact question you relentlessly if you do. He’s decently sensitive, mostly because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience - both with other people and with himself. He doesn’t jerk off much, and as a result he always lets out these slight, barely-there gasps when you touch him. He likes when you pay attention to his slit, especially if you dip your tongue against it, and his hips always jerk forward, cock pushing into your mouth and nearly choking you because it just happens so fast and forcefully – he doesn’t mean to do it, he just can’t help it. (He’ll always cup your cheek afterwards, his voice strained as he asks you if you’re okay, and he’ll promise to be gentle moving forward – which lasts right up until you pay attention to his slit again, and the cycle continues.) His balls are also pretty sensitive, and actually likes it when you go a bit rough on them – squeeze hard, and he’ll groan your name and shut his eyes tightly, brows scrunching together and his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fists.

His cum is thick, and always warm – warm enough to be considered hot, really. It smears across your skin really easily when you try to wipe at it, leaving a film that can only be removed with cold water and soap, but it’s not too big of a deal because he doesn’t produce too much of it. He shoots moderately far, and he’s only able to conjure up a good three or four spurts before he’s spent. This makes cleanup pretty straight forward because although he likes seeing you with his cum on your face, he wants to be able to kiss you and trace your lips, and he’d rather clean up the mess first and then press you up against his chest to sleep. He prefers to come inside you, and will actually have to be persuaded and explicitly asked before sex if you want him to come somewhere else – it just feels more natural to finish inside you, especially because he tends to lose all self-control once he sinks inside you. (He also likes to stare once he’s pulled out, watching how some of it oozes out and dribbles down your ass cheeks, and will often reach down to stuff it back inside, getting it all over his fingers and spreading them lightly to see the way tendrils of it stick together. He’ll even show you, telling you that he wants you to keep it all inside, where it belongs.) When he’s coming he’ll always make eye contact with you, unwavering even as his hips jerk and spasm, even if he’s groaning and his arms are giving out. He likes the intimacy of eye contact and will sometimes even lightly grasp your chin and force you to look at him while he fucks you. He’s a groaner, for the most part, the sound low and rumbly, but when he gets close the groans becomes more like moans, a little higher and a little more upturned at the ends, the pleasure starting to bleed into every part of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him is just a simple, straight-forward handjob. Because he’s not that familiar with jerking himself off, there’s still a bit of thrill when you wrap your hand around his girth, your fingers barely meeting around the sheer size of him. Plus, it feels better when you do it – his own fist doesn’t rub against him the same way yours does, and he doesn’t get as sensitive with his own touch as yours – he’s told you that you jerk him off better than he can, and he means it. He likes when you go slow, flicking your wrist as you near his tip, keeping a steady, consistent rhythm and letting the dull pleasure build. He’ll keep his eyes fixed on you, watching your face and staring at your body, not saying much as you slowly work him closer and closer, simply content to just observe you as you pleasure him. He likes the intimacy of the moment, how you’re taking care of him and willing to spend so long just to make him feel good (it’s really not that long – six or seven minutes, maximum). It makes him feel special, and he’ll always end up thrusting back against your hand, getting himself just that tiny bit deeper, adding a tiny bit more friction, feeling just a tiny bit better knowing that he’s essentially fucking your hand. Reach down and play with his balls as you stroke him – lightly tug at them, rolling them between your fingers and squeezing. You’ll feel him throb in your hands, this vulnerable, genuine gasp falling from his lips, and although he’s not particularly vocal, he likes it when you are. He wants you to narrate to him what you’re doing, telling him how you’re feeling, even when he’s the one receiving the pleasure. It doesn’t have to be much – just a simple you’re so big, ‘Toshi making him bite his lip, defined abs contracting and trembling as he lets a rushed coming, just enough warning for you to prepare as ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot out, landing all over your hand and coating you in white. He wants you to lick the cum off your fingers one by one, slowly and not breaking eye contact, but he’s too shy to tell you, instead content with seeing it all over your skin. He just likes how sweet the moment is, and although he’ll immediately return the favor by settling his face between your legs for however long you’d like him to, he comes best when you’re touching him in simple, genuine ways. (And, when you’re looking at him and playing with his balls. That certainly doesn’t hurt.)

He’s thoroughly average – five inches, average girth, average sensitivity, just a truly utilitarian, satisfactory cock. However, Eita’s got enough experience to know what to do with said cock, how to make you cry out and cream on him and clench down on him like a fucking vice. He’s very observant, eyes always watching your reactions to things, studying the way you bite your lip when he’s thrusting into you, the way you grip at the sheets, even the way you moan his name. He’s perfected the art of rolling his hips, actually thrusting rather than jackhammering, pushing in fast but pulling out slowly so that you can feel every ridge and inch of him. He’s also got very good aim – once he’s found your sweet spot, he’s able to target his thrusts pretty precisely, hitting at least the general area with every punch of his hips. The end result is that you almost always end up coming on his cock, his thumb pressing circles against your clit to help you along. And this is great news for Eita, because he gets so much more sensitive when there’s copious amounts of slick helping guide him in and out, the extra wetness and warmth giving him just the right amount of extra stimulation to send him over the edge. He keeps himself mostly shaven, liking the way it looks, but occasionally he’ll slack a bit, leaving a layer of light stubble that tickles your cheeks when you’re taking him in your mouth.

He's a shooter, but it’s a pretty weak stream. There’s not a huge amount of force behind it, so when it lands on your body it feels like gentle rain – just with very large droplets. His cum actually tastes pretty decent, which is shocking because his diet isn’t the best, especially when he’s on the road. He likes coming on you, but the longer he spends being sexually active with you, the more he finds himself being drawn to finishing inside you, cock plugging you up between your legs. He’s always fascinated by the side of how your cunt – still convulsing a bit after the orgasm he just gave you – pushes a bit out rhythmically. (Sometimes, when he’s trying to brainstorm for song writing, he’ll think back to those rhythms, inspiration suddenly hitting him as he writes a love song, lyrics full of sexual innuendos and yearning.) Eita doesn’t come too terribly quickly, but even if he does it’s okay because he’s able to recover pretty quickly, only needing a good five minutes before he’s rock hard again, cock still covered in his cum and drooling more pre. He really enjoys overstimulating you, so this comes in handy often. He’s decently vocal during sex, but his talking takes a sharp uptake as he nears his orgasm, the words growing less understandable and more rushed as he gets closer and closer. He curses a lot, labored breaths of shit or fucking hell, babe slipping past his lips. And when he’s right on the cusp, he’s slurring out compliments and praises of you, telling you that you’re so damn pretty, lamenting on about how he loves you, chanting like a prayer mine mine mine. He hips go stock still when he’s coming, completely frozen inside you except for the pulsing, letting your walls clamp down on him and furthering his orgasm.

His favorite way for you to touch him is head, but particularly where he’s in control. He’ll always let you have your fun at first when you get on your knees for him, letting you suck and kitten lick at his tip. He’ll let you do whatever you want at first – his hips will buck a bit if you suck really, really hard at the head, but he’ll let you do whatever feels right. Eventually, though, he’ll reach a point where he wants to take over, because you pleasuring him is teasing him, not giving him quite what he’s so desperately seeking. And so, he’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, physically moving your head rather than thrusting himself, treating you like some glorified hole for him to fuck. He’s still muttering all those compliments from before, telling you that you look pretty below him, that your mouth feels good, that he’s wanted this for so damn long, all the while feeling his orgasm draw closer and closer. But the fantasy really comes into play when he finishes – wrapping his fingers around his base, pulling your head off of him and vigorously, violently rutting his fist up and down, jerking himself off as his orgasm builds and builds and builds, eventually crashing down and making him slur out your name, your mouth wide open as he aims his cock, tip right above your open mouth. He wants to control where it all lands, all against your tongue, lolled out and waiting for him. There’s something about the sight that gets him panting, and when it’s all finished he’ll want you to make a show of swallowing it, opening your mouth back up to show him you’ve gulped down every last fucking drop. He’ll want you to lean in and suckle at him a bit more, tongue swiping out to catch any remaining bits of cum, licking him clean and making sure to take everything he’s giving you. It’ll get him shivering in oversensitivity, not quite ready for another round yet, but he doesn’t mind the pain – not when he's got you on your hands and knees minutes later, sinking into you with a thumb working diligently against your clit, determined to make you feel the same as him if not even better. (Often, when his next orgasm hits him, nothing will even come out – he’s shooting blanks, every bit of cum he had to offer already having been swallowed by you earlier.)

He’s five inches, the average size but with a few above average details. When Satori gets hard, he really, really does - when you reach out to grasp at him, fingers wrapping around his shaft, he’s truly solid, truly firm to the touch. If you try to squeeze you’ll be met with resistance, his cock so genuinely swollen and desperate to be inside of you that he’s rock fucking hard. He’s veiny, too; they criss cross and decorate the length of his cock, sitting up raised and sensitive to the touch. The kind of veins you see on posts of men smoking cigarettes and having long, nimble fingers – those kinds of veins. He likes when you trail your tongue lightly along the different lines and patterns, a draw-out hiss slipping past his lips as his eyes flutter but don’t quite shut. His cock goes bright red the moment he gets hard, the pretty rose color standing out against his pale skin, nearly matching his hair. Depending on the day you catch him, he can be a bit insecure about his cock; he wants you to like it really, really badly, and the first time you’ve got him naked in front of you, he’ll be blushing and watching your every expression, hoping and praying that you like what you’re seeing, what you’re tasting, what you’re feeling. It spurs him on to hear you praise him, and the moment you say anything positive about his dick, he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper, anything to get you crying his name and clenching down on him like you’ll never let him pull out. 

His cum is thin, always running down your skin and leaving a milky trail behind. It’s plentiful; there’s just so much of it, and when he’s stuffing your mouth, he’ll often have to pull out and finish on your face to avoid choking you. (He likes this, though, if only because the sight of you with his cum dripping past your lips and down your chin gets him ready for round two, the urge to stuff every possible hole full of his cum making him near feral.) He dribbles a bit, streaming out of his tip as he pants and groans, like a faucet that hasn’t been turned off with the way it just keeps coming. His favorite place to finish is on your breasts, liking how it looks against your soft skin. He likes to scoop some up with his thumb and rub it against your nipple, smearing it and leaving a sheen against the pebbled skin. When he comes, his whole body jerks, spasming and shuddering, and he even writhes a bit, as if the pleasure is just too much for him to handle. He’s trembling before, during and after he finishes, needing quite some time to calm down. He has to reach out and grasp onto something (normally it’s you or the bedframe), trying to ground himself because his orgasms are powerful, sucking the air out of his lungs and leaving him unable to walk for a few minutes without his knees buckling. He’s a moaner, too, always saying your name or mindlessly babbling, just needing some way to express the pleasure he’s feeling all because of you.

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you ride him, bouncing yourself up and down on top of him as he lays down, clutching at the pillow behind his head. He likes the way you look, especially when you lean down too, your tits squishing against his chest as your hips keep working away at him, alternating between grinding down and thrusting, never quite letting him comfortable before changing it up. He likes when you kiss him while you fuck him, and his lips will be insistent, eager, the kiss wet and sloppy and fully of passion. He’ll ask to touch you, bringing his hands up to press against your back, tangling into your hair, cupping at your ass, always wandering and wanting to grab and touch more and more. He likes the way your cunt grips him, milking him for all he’s worth as you use him, his cock like your own personal dildo as you make a mess of him. It feels like heaven, and if you bring two fingers down, slipping them past his lips? Well, Satori is immediately sucking and moaning around them, the only thing he possibly enjoys more being when you spit into his mouth. He likes giving you control, and feeling the way you take charge and squeeze around his length gets his head spinning and his chest heaving, his orgasm drawing closer alarmingly quickly with every bounce of your hips. You feel like heaven, and he’ll want to finish inside you, sending ropes of his cum as deeply inside you as possible – this angle lets him get as deep as physically possible, and he’ll want you to just lay with him afterwards, cock still nestled in your cunt as you sooth sweet words down at him, playing with his hair and letting him calm down from the very slight subspace you’d worked him into. (If you call him pretty in his post-orgasmic glow, the tiniest little dribble of cum will come from his tip, making him shudder and gasp your name, embarrassment eating him up and making him even cuter.)

He’s just shy of five inches, but he’s got a decent amount of girth that makes up for his smaller length. His cock is very heavy, always drooping a bit when he gest hard, never quite passing the ninety degree mark. His tip always takes on this dark color, too, a maroon that showcases just how much blood is flowing to his cock whenever you arouse him. His balls are heavy, too, and although they don’t droop as much as his shaft, they are incredibly sensitive. Almost too sensitive, if Kenjirou’s being honest, because even just the brush of your hand against them gets him sucking in his breath, torn between wanting you to do it again and wanting you to avoid them because he will come if you keep going. Overall, his cock’s not particularly pretty, but it’s functional and will make you lick your lips a bit when you see it – it’s a man’s, packing a punch when he bullies it inside your cunt, always stretching you out more than you expect. He’s a little bit insecure about his size, however, so don’t say anything to him about it – he doesn’t even really like you looking at it for long periods of time, if only because it’s just embarrassing to have you examine him like that, with your eyes all wide and glassy and lust pooling in your gut.

He dribbles, and there’s lot of it; it comes out in bursts, oozing from his tip in globs and dripping all the way down his length, down over his balls, even sometimes getting down to his thighs. It’s pretty watery, and not super opaque – it’s more of a slightly translucent white, to the point where when it’s smeared all over your lips, Kenjirou could mistake it for lip gloss. (But lip gloss doesn’t make your lips look as good as his cum does, he swears. Especially when your lips are all swollen and battered from sucking him off, from excessive kissing and biting.) He’s not too much of a moaner, instead grunting more or muttering out slurred phrases and syllables that sound suspiciously like your name. He’ll let out these harsh exhales of breath as he gets closer, almost sounding pained as the pleasure intensifies. (One time you thought it was a sign of pain and pulled off him, straddling him and asking if he was okay, only to receive an honest to god growl while his hands clutched at your hips and brought you back down to sit on his cock, a strained, bitten back keep going slipping through grit teeth.) His face scrunches up when he comes, eyebrows drawing together tight and eyes closing, his mouth settling into almost a grimace as he rides out the waves of his pleasure – it feels good, he promises, it’s just his face. Prefers to come on your body, or in your mouth – inside you is fine, too, but he really likes seeing his cum against your skin. He thinks you look good like that, and sometimes, as he’s coming down from his orgasmic high, he’ll even run his fingertips over your cum-stained skin and mutter a small pretty…

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you’re sitting in his lap, gyrating your hips nice and slow. His orgasms are stronger when they come from long-lasting, duller pleasure, and the grind of your cunt against his cock makes his head spin, yearning for more friction and more more more. He likes when you move in circular motions, going clockwise for a while before suddenly changing directions and going counter-clockwise, the sudden change making him hiss under his breath. He likes you to be fully naked when you do this, because he’ll often lean forward and suck a nipple into his mouth, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips and waist, brown eyes admiring the way you look perched in his lap, like some sort of god. He’ll often try to control your pacing, those hands at your hips pushing and pulling you, trying to get you to speed up or slow down, almost using you like his own personal toy. As he gets closer he’ll move your body faster and faster, the desperation growing and morphing into something that makes him bury his face into the crook of your neck, or against your sternum, an uneven, shaky exhale of your name filling your ears as something warm and wet smears against your pretty folds. He just likes that he gets to look at your face the whole time, and orgasming this way is less embarrassing than the headrush that being inside you and getting direct stimulation gives  him – he can control it better this way, sound less depraved, sound less needy for you.

He’s a solid five inches with a little bit extra, though he is on the skinnier side. He’s got a few veins that run along the top and on the side; not too much, but enough to be noticeable. He likes when you drag your tongue along them, tracing the lines and making him shiver. He’s decently sensitive, always swallowing and gulping as a way to stop any sound from slipping past his lips. Early into his developing feelings for you, he took the time to meticulously and carefully trim himself, even going completely shaven once or twice just to see how it felt. (He’s got this weird fixation with making sure that he looks perfect the first time that he gets you naked in front of him, and this includes his grooming. Eventually, however, he gives up, deciding that it’s too much time and effort, though he keeps a razor in his bathroom always prepped and ready on the off chance that he thinks he might get lucky with you that night – he’s pretty optimistic, so this happens pretty often, never quite getting fruition.) His cock’s always moving, though; he bobs heavily, always seeming to twitch and throb even without stimulation. It's like it’s got a mind of its own – beads of precum drool from his tip at the slightest thought or suggestion of you doing anything even remotely sexual, and immediately he’s throbbing, sometimes even being visible through his pants when he’s really pent up and achingly hard.

His cum does, unfortunately, taste pretty bad. It’s bitter, incredibly so, and although he tries to make it more edible by changing his diet, it doesn’t work too well. This is pretty unfortunate, because he really loves fucking your mouth, and always ends up wanting to finish inside. However, he’s noticed your grimaces and the way your face gets all puckered when you taste him after he comes down your throat, and he won’t press the issue too hard. (He will, however, try to keep himself inside your mouth for as long as possible, only pulling out at the last possible second. Often, he’s not quite fast enough, however – cum releases both inside your mouth and out, making a mess and leaving the taste against your tongue.) His cum is pretty runny, having more the consistency of water, making it very quick to spread and run down your chin and throat, stopping and bunching up at your breasts. He shoots, and quite far, too – a good foot or so, the force behind his orgasms clearly visible in the way he throws his head back, cheeks bright red and sending cum flying, quite literally strong enough to knock over inanimate objects. He moans a lot, the words turning incoherent as he nears his finish, though it’s not too important you hear them. It’s mostly just your name, little pleas and slurred please’s, all melding together to create something that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a whine. His body jerks when he comes, too, his abs clenching and visibly flexing as it just keeps spurting out of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him, as briefly mentioned, is when you give him head. There’s something about it that he really likes – it’s been his longest standing fantasy, one of the very first things he found himself imagining after his feelings for you formed, and holds a special place in his heart. He’ll want you to be on your knees, looking up at him with fluttering lashes and a tongue flicking out to lick across your lips. He’s not too picky on how you suck him off, but he wants it to be messy, liking the feeling of your spit coating him and god, when you pull off him with a wet noise, the strand of saliva and precum that connects your lips to his tip is enough to get him tangling his fingers in your hair, mumbling your name like a prayer as he guides you to take him in again, to keep going deeper and deeper, even if you’re gagging and choking. He’ll want to finish in your mouth, burying himself to the hilt, balls pressed firmly against the curve of your chin as he throbs, balls clenching tightly and flooding your mouth with cum. He wants it to go directly down your throat, and he won’t pull away until it’s all been released, every drop safe and secure in your warm little mouth. He wants to watch you swallow, and he’ll give himself a few pumps as an afterthought as he watches, once more growing hard and aroused because you just swallowed his cum, do you want some more?

[izvmimi]

HOW SELECTIVE IS YOUR 2D FAVE ROSTER? (updated for 2024)

Fandom is so exciting! It’s a blessing to be part of fandom and to get to simp for your faves with other people who share similar lists, especially since there are so many to pick from! 

Seeing your list of faves lengthen, shorten and develop over time is exciting, but when was the last time you really looked at your list and decided how much of it is truly based on your interest, or if you’re just a victim of the dash? 

Just how basic are you? Are you a flavor of the month type or is there a healthy amount of diversity? Are you selective? 

This game is easy. I’ll give you a bunch of fandoms, and you’ll simply tally how many you get at the end. There are some special conditions at the end, so make sure you read to the very bottom if you play!

I recommend you be familiar with at least 4 of these fandoms to play! The fandoms mentioned are BNHA, JJK, HQ, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, Demon Slayer, AOT, One Piece, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Naruto, Hunter x Hunter and a few others.

Tag your friends and please don’t take it too seriously!

(^^ and I mean this last part, please do not take this too seriously, it's for fun! Nobody is judging you and if your score is high, it's really just because you have a lot of love to give, I'm literally just teasing!)

BNHA

Bakugou - 4

Deku - 2

Todoroki - 3

Shinsou - 3

Dabi - 3

Aizawa - 2

Hawks - 2

Shigaraki - 2

Mirio - 1

Denki - 2

Sero - 1

JJK

Gojo - 5

Yuuji - 4

Sukuna - 4

Nanami - 5

Toji - 3

Getou - 3

Yuuta - 3

Choso - 3

Megumi - 1

HAIKYUU

Kuroo - 4

Atsumu - 3

Ushijima - 3

Bokuto - 2

Iwa - 2

Daichi - 2

Osamu - 2

Kita - 1

TOKYO REVENGERS

Mikey - 3

Baji - 3

Draken - 3

Ran - 3

Chifuyu - 2

Sanzu - 2

BLUE LOCK

Either of the Itoshi brothers - 10

Nagi - 3

Michael Kaiser - 2

Kunigami - 2

Barou - 2

Bachira- 2

Reo - 1

Chigiri - 1

Isagi - 1

DEMON SLAYER

Sanemi - 4

Tengen - 3

Rengoku - 3

Akaza - 2

Tanjiro - 2

AOT

Levi - 4

Eren - 3

Jean - 2

Reiner - 2

Connie - 2

ONE PIECE

Zoro - 4

Law - 3

GENSHIN IMPACT

Childe - 5

Diluc - 4

Neuvillette - 4

Wriothesley - 4

Zhongli - 3

Xiao - 3

Itto - 2

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Jing Yuan - 5

Aventurine - 5

Dan Heng - 4

Dr. Ratio - 3

Blade - 3

Sampo - 3

NARUTO

Kakashi - 4

Sasuke - 3

Itachi - 3

Obito - 2

Madara - 2

Gaara - 2

Any other Akatsuki member - 1

HXH

Hisoka - 4

Chrollo - 2

Illumi - 2

MISCELLANEOUS

Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs) - 3

Ichigo (Bleach) - 3

Aki (CSM) - 3

Vash (Trigun) - 2

Wolfwood (Trigun) - 2

Knives (Trigun) - 2

Aomine (Kuroko no Basuke) - 2

Kagami (Kuroko no Basuke) - 2

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket) - 2

Literally anyone from Fire Force - 3

Special considerations:

If you have more than 5 faves with the same hair color, add 10 points.

If you like more than 5 blonds specifically, add 10 points and seek help. If one of them is Bakugou, add 15 instead of 10.

If you have more than 10 faves (even if they’re not mentioned on this list), add 20 points to your score.

If you liked both Atsumu and Osamu, add 3 points.

If you polyship with Gojo and Geto, add 10 points.

If you polyship with Bakugou and Deku or Bakugou and Kirishima, add 5 points.

If you liked both Kakashi and Gojo, add 5 points.

If you stopped talking about Nanami after he died on air, add 5 points.

If you like Gojo but have at least 4 additional ships, add 5 points.

If you like Zhongli, Childe and Diluc at the same time, add 5 points.

If you like anyone from Date Tech, subtract 5 points.

If you liked one person from every category, add 5 points.

If you liked greater than five characters from one category, add 5 points.

If you’ve watched Haikyuu and simped for none of those people, subtract ten points. I’m so proud of you.

If you pick any three people with a 4 or above ranking, get help..

If you only like Gojo, get help.

SCORING: 

< 10: What is it like only liking side characters?

11 - 30: This is healthy. Here is good.

31 - 50: I mean you’re a little basic but like this is fine. I’m proud of you.

51 - 70: I mean, it’s nice to be selective once in a while. Consider it.  

70-100: Hm.

100+ : You alright there? My inbox is open. I am here for you.

[saksukei]

ushijima love letters au

masterlist | suna love letters au

you laughed as you read the crinkled letter with messy writing, in your hands,, how long had it been? eight or nine years? time had gone by so quickly,,,

you distinctly remember the first time you ever received ushijima’s cute little notes.

you had come back from the chemistry lab,, and found a piece of paper on your desk saying “i hope you had breakfast.”

assuming that it was a silly prank, you just tossed the little note alongside some papers in the depths of your school bag,,,

till you received another one the next day,, saying “morning runs are healthy. so maybe go on one sometime?”

and you were like (─.─||) is this person trying to say that I've put on weight??!!! DO THEY KNOW IM HUMAN AND ITS NORMAL TO PUT ON WEIGHT

you threw the note in your bag again

and then, the same happened the next day

except this note said,,, “sorry about the last chit. my friend told me I sounded rude. how was your day?”

you were like ??? can this person not make their mind up??? hello??

and so you kept on receiving them,, they ranged from “hope you did your math homework” to “carry a spare water bottle” to “stay safe when going back home”

and you got so used to receiving these notes that your day sort of felt incomplete without them,,, and you thought that you wanted to find the culprit behind them

and so,, you hid behind your class door,, to check who would come in to leave the little notes on your desk,,,

someone did come into class and it was not the person you expected. it was tendou. you figured you should confront him, it was now or never.

“so you're the one that's been sending me chits?!” you ask, and tendou jumps, not expecting you to be there.

“uhh–” he trails off, scratching the back of his head.

“sorry, I don't mean to put you in an awkward spot but I wanted to thank you for–”

“it’s not me, I'm only the messenger,” tendou interrupts. “he’s going to kill me if I tell you this–but it's ushijima,” tendou explains. “he likes you but he doesn't know how to say it so I suggested this way would be more better.”

and you were like (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

“yOU MEAN USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM CAPTAIN AND ACE LIKES ME????”

“sheesh no need to yell,” tendou retorted,,

“sorry, force of habit,” you smile sheepishly. “is there any chance you could get me to talk to ushijima?”

“as long as you don't reject him too harshly–then yes.”

tendou leads you to the captain who is practicing his spikes in the gym.

ushijima stares blankly when he sees you entering, despite his heart going fifty miles per hour. why were you here? you never visited the gymnasium.

he had in fact first seen you in his math class when you sat near the window and he was sitting behind you, watching you draw doodles on your textbook. eventually, it became a routine, where he'd chuckle at your little drawings of your math teacher.

he started looking for you during lunch hour, just having your presence around was enough for him. he never found it within himself to have the courage to talk to you. you were so nice, so kind and so out of his league.

it wasn't until tendou suggested this little idea that ushijima thought he might finally get to interact with you.

“hi, ushijima can I talk to you?” you ask, shyly and tendou nudges ushijima towards you, who manages to stutter out “yes you may,” following you outside.

“i saw tendou leaving the small chit on my desk,” you confess, and while ushijima has never been hit by a volleyball on the face, he sure feels like it would hurt less.

“i–i don't mean to embarrass you or anything!” you clear out, witnessing his spiral. “i wanted to say thank you, the notes were really sweet. And I was actually wondering if you'd like to go out on a date.”

youve never seen such a stoic man get red so fast. “i’d like that a lot yes.”

and while it's been years since school ended and you two have been together forever, he still leaves you the cutest notes.

[gatitties]

Mute: O9. Grateful

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study /O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up /O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

@chiyoso

Anyone would have felt offended or angry at such a statement, well, it was not your case. Although you hadn't been living with Tendou for years, you had also learned something when you talked to him, you had learned his body language just like he learned yours. You only had to look at him to tell that you would let him think for a few days, because his comment didn't feel real, it seemed more like something forced and it was. Tendou didn't want to cause you trouble, even though he didn't choose the best way to get you out of trouble, you didn't blame him. In a way you understand how he felt about the situation, you were like the opposite example of the redhead; while they helped you with everything, thinking you were someone fragile and sweet because of your disability, they saw him as someone terrifying, a weirdo who caused terror because of his astute intuition. However people didn't see how really tough you could be or how really fragile Tendou could be.

The days that you left him alone to think, you dedicated yourself to talking to the director to solve the problem with the boys who destroyed the garden. You collected the necessary evidence to blame them and they were expelled for fighting with the blocker, he only received a punishment from his coach for being banned for a week without club activities. Things calmed down remarkably the following days, but despite that you had some discomfort in your chest, you were in the boys' training as usual but Tendou seemed more distracted than usual, not to mention that when you tried to talk to him he ended the conversation quickly to run away from you, you felt as if he was avoiding you, you understood that he still thought that he should not be your friend so that they would not say bad things of you related to him.

"Are you going to come or are you going to stare into space?"

You blinked a few times to realize that Shirabu was standing next to you, you shook your head to clear it, you bowed apologetically receiving a sigh from the boy. You both walked to the gym without hurry, but you still felt that discomfort so you grabbed your cell phone to write a message.

«Do you think I should talk to Tendou?»

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you saying this because of his behavior?" you agreed "Yeah, surely it would be good for him to talk with you to clear things up."

You thanked with a small smile, making him roll his eyes. You went to the stands after greeting the team, as you always watch silently clapping from time to time to encourage them. You wanted to concentrate on seeing everyone get better but your eyes unconsciously went to the red hair.

They finally finished their session and now you were standing next to the door with your eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility until several laughs were heard inside the gym, curious you poked your head only to see Tendou entangled in a net. You looked at him for a few minutes, he was smiling while doing stupid things from one side to the other, his slanted eyes thanks to his smile seemed too cute, his expression, his lips, his hair, the way he moved everything seemed too cute.

«What am I thinking-»

"Are you okay?"

You felt the heat rise to your ears as you realized that Ushijima had probably seen how you admired his partner, so you shrunk in your spot nodding awkwardly.

"You should help him, he has to finish cleaning today."

He gave you a little push that was enough to get you in, you didn't even realize that everyone was gone except for the blocker, who was now struggling to disentangle himself. You shook your head seeing how he was constantly missing so you moved closer startling him.

«Need help?»

He sighed surrendered for you to start maneuvering, after a few long minutes in silence you managed to get him out of the net. You looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds but he looked away scratching the back of his neck.

"Thank you."

«It doesn't mat-»

"No, thank you for everything..." he looked at you again, with a smile, although a small emptiness shone in his eyes "thank you for not getting away from me."

You felt your heart oppress at the redhead's expression, you didn't think too much to go before him and squeeze him in your arms, burying your face in his chest with some shame for your recent actions and thoughts. His big hands wandered over your back with slight movements, somewhat trembling from nervousness, yet both of you enjoyed the sensation for a few long minutes.

Tendou knew that he could always count on your support and he was eternally grateful for that.

[miinaaa-s]

Yandere!Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

( I choose your mother and boyfriends name, change it if you don't like it !! )

Tw : mention of blood, killing, manipulation, forced marriage, kidnapping

Summary : You and Ushijima were childhoods friends. Since you were just babies yours mother try to arrange you as a joke. But that wasn't for Ushijima...

Ushijima Wakatoshi had always known that he was made for [Y/N].

Their mothers laughed about it at every family reunion: "One day, these two will get married, you'll see, Luana!" Yuki would say, smiling radiantly. "Oh, of course! I'm already choosing the names of the children for them!" Luana would retort, mockingly.

[Y/N] would roll her eyes. Ushijima, on the other hand, would just stare at [Y/N] in silence, hiding his hope under his impassive mask. Because yes, deep down, he wanted this destiny to come true.

He was convinced that she loved him too. Why wouldn't she have loved him? They had grown up together, she knew his strengths, his weaknesses. He was a reliable, solid man, perfect for her.

So why? Why inflict this on her?

At one of those family dinners, [Y/N] had smiled, her eyes sparkling, as she declared:

— "Mom, Yuki-san… let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Elias."

Time had stopped.

Ushijima had observed this man—this parasite—coldly. He was nothing. Just a stranger who was stealing what was rightfully his.

He didn't even know why [Y/N] had chosen another man. Had he missed something? Was he too discreet? No, that wasn't it.

Elias was the problem.

That night, Ushijima hadn't slept. He had thought, calculated. He was just an obstacle in his path. An obstacle that would just have to be knocked down.

The plan had fallen into place slowly, smoothly.

First step: infiltrate the relationship.

Ushijima became friendlier, more attentive. He became "the good protective friend", the one [Y/N] confided in. She told him about her arguments with Elias, about her doubts. And he, always calm, advised her, gently distilling his venom.

— "If he really loves you, he shouldn't act like this."

— "You deserve someone who understands you without you having to explain."

— "A reliable man, someone stable."

Someone like me, he wanted to add.

Second step: weaken Elias.

Discreetly, Ushijima dug a hole in their relationship. He spread rumors about Elias, subtly, among his mutual friends. He slipped doubts into [Y/N]'s mind.

Then, one day, he took action.

He arranged for Elias to catch him in a compromising situation with [Y/N]: too close a touch, too intense a look. Just enough to arouse jealousy.

The argument broke out shortly after. Elias, exasperated, lost patience. He got angry, raised his voice. [Y/N] hated that.

— "I think we should take a break."

The final blow. Ushijima, a silent spectator, felt victory approaching.

Just as everything was going well for him, he received a message from [Y/N] telling him.

His phone fell out of his hand. All that effort for this? He had barely gotten what belonged to him when she was already gone?

As long as he was breathing, Elias remained a threat.

Ushijima didn't like gratuitous violence, but he had no choice. He had to protect Meryem. She was his.

The night of the murder, he was waiting for Elias in a dark alley near Meryem's apartment.

The man was walking quickly, absorbed in his phone. Ushijima came out of the shadows

— "Elias."

He jumped,

— "Ushijima? What are you doing here?"

Ushijima didn't answer.

He had never been good at talking. He acted.

Before Elias could react, a knife plunged into his abdomen

Elias stepped back, his eyes wide

— "Fuck.. you..."

Another blow.

Then another

Elias collapsed. Ushijima crouched down, his

stare blank

— "You were an obstacle."

Elias' eyes lost their shine.

Ushijima watched him for a moment before

leaving the scene, leaving behind a

corpse and a future free of shackles.

[Y/N] was crying. Elias was gone. The

police couldn't find anything.

Ushijima was there, still present, hugging

her.

— "I'm here, [Y/N]."

He knew he had to act quickly, before

she started asking questions.

That was when Yuki and Luana, in their

carelessness, made one joke too many.

— "Honestly, considering how Ushijima

takes care of you, you two should really

get married!"

[Y/N] laughed weakly.

Ushijima, for his part, took it as a divine order.

[Y/N] woke up with a splitting headache. Her wrists were tied. She was in a room she didn't recognize.

A shiver ran down her spine.

The door opened. Ushijima entered.

— "Toshi...?"

— "It's the big day."

He was dressed in a black and white kimono. Behind him, an elderly woman with stern features was holding a notebook.

— "We're getting married today."

[Y/N] opened her mouth, but Ushijima put a finger on her lips

— "You can't say no. Our mothers always wanted it. You want it too, even if you don't know it yet."

— "You're sick!"

He sighed, saddened

— "I love you, [Y/N]. I can't let you go."

The wedding was held in secret. A private ceremony, where only a fake priest attended.

[Y/N] was crying, but Ushijima was smiling.

Finally, she was his.

[ushihinasimp]

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the gym in shadows as Kuroo Tetsurou stood in the hallway, his jaw clenched tightly. Across from him, Akashi leaned against the wall, a smug smirk on his face. Tsukishima was somewhere down the hall, seemingly indifferent to the two figures staring each other down.

“What’s your problem, Kuroo?” Akashi’s tone was casual, almost bored, yet his words were laced with mockery.

“You know exactly what,” Kuroo snarled. His fists tightened. “Tsukishima’s… you’re just using him. And I won’t stand by and watch you treat him like some passing fling.”

Akashi’s smirk widened. “Who are you to tell me what he needs or wants? Tsukishima and I have an understanding, something you clearly don’t get.” He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “You’re just jealous that he chose me to begin with.”

Kuroo felt his control slip, white-hot anger flaring within him. Before he knew it, his fist shot forward, connecting with Akashi’s cheek. The crack echoed through the empty hall, and Akashi stumbled back, clutching his face in surprise and pain.

“Kuroo, stop!” a voice yelled. Kuroo turned to see Tsukishima rushing over, his expression twisted with anger and concern. Tsukishima went to Akashi’s side, his gaze sharp as he glanced between the two. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Kuroo?!”

Kuroo’s face fell, a mix of guilt and frustration tearing at him. He wanted to explain, to tell Tsukishima that this was all for him, that he believed they were meant to be together, but the words stuck in his throat. All he could do was watch as Tsukishima tended to Akashi, each small gesture driving the dagger of jealousy deeper into his heart.

As the tension dissipated, Kuroo stood there, defeated, his fists still clenched at his sides. Tsukishima had already turned his attention fully to Akashi, helping the setter to his feet with a quiet but firm efficiency. Hinata lingered in the background, feeling trapped in the suffocating silence that filled the hallway.

“I’ll take Akashi-san to the infirmary. You can head out first,” Tsukishima said curtly to Hinata, not even sparing Kuroo a glance.

Hinata nodded quickly, eager to leave the suffocating atmosphere. He hesitated, glancing toward Kuroo, who remained frozen in place, his sharp gaze locked on Tsukishima and Akashi as they walked away. The tension in Kuroo’s shoulders was palpable, his fists trembling faintly at his sides.

“Kuroo-san,” Hinata said softly, drawing his attention. “I think it’s better for you to go home too. It’s getting late, and… you’ll need to catch the train to Tokyo, right?”

Kuroo blinked, his golden eyes flicking toward Hinata as if noticing him for the first time. The suggestion seemed to ground him, and he exhaled slowly, shoulders slumping.

“You’re right,” he muttered, forcing himself to relax. “Thanks, Hinata.”

Later, as the gym doors creaked shut behind them, Hinata and Kuroo walked out together. The crisp evening air was a welcome contrast to the heavy tension that had filled the gym, but Hinata still felt uneasy. He kept glancing at Kuroo out of the corner of his eye. The Nekoma captain seemed lost in thought, his usual sharp wit dulled by the weight of what had just happened.

Before Hinata could figure out what to say, a deep, familiar voice called out.

“Shoyo.”

Hinata’s head shot up, his chest tightening in both relief and surprise. Standing by the gate was Ushijima, his tall frame illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. His expression was calm, but his eyes were watchful as they flickered between Hinata and Kuroo.

“You’re late,” Ushijima said, his voice steady, but there was a slight frown on his face. “What happened, Sho? You look… troubled.”

Kuroo turned to Ushijima, immediately recognizing the Shiratorizawa ace, and Hinata’s boyfriend. He straightened slightly, his guilt visible in the downward tilt of his head.

“Hello, Ushijima,” Kuroo said, his tone polite but subdued.

Ushijima nodded once in acknowledgment.

“I’ll be going first then,” Kuroo said, turning back to Hinata. His voice softened, tinged with regret. “I’m sorry about earlier, Hinata. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

Hinata blinked, startled by the unexpected apology. “Uh, it’s fine, Kuroo-san,” he said quickly, waving his hands. “I hope… I hope everything works out for you too.”

Kuroo gave him a faint, strained smile. “Thanks. Take care, Hinata.”

With that, Kuroo nodded to Ushijima before walking away, his long strides carrying him into the night. Hinata watched him go, a pang of sympathy tugging at his chest.

Hinata let out a small sigh as Kuroo disappeared into the shadows of the street. Turning back to Ushijima, he found the taller man studying him carefully, his sharp gaze softening just slightly.

“What happened, Sho?” Ushijima asked again, his voice steady but laced with quiet concern.

Hinata hesitated for a moment, his hands fidgeting with the strap of his bag. “It’s… kind of a long story,” he admitted. “There was an argument between Kuroo-san and Akashi-san. It got really heated, and…” He trailed off, unsure how to explain the complicated mess of emotions he had just witnessed.

Ushijima frowned slightly, his expression serious. “Were you hurt?”

Hinata’s eyes widened. “No, no! It wasn’t like that. I was just… there. I think Kuroo-san is having a hard time, and seeing him like that made me feel… weird.” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I hate seeing people fight. Especially people like Kuroo-san. He’s usually so confident and in control, but tonight he just looked… lost.”

Ushijima’s gaze lingered on Hinata’s face, and without a word, he stepped closer. He reached out, his large hand resting gently on Hinata’s shoulder. “You care about others deeply,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “Even when it has nothing to do with you, it affects you.”

Hinata blinked up at him, surprised by the observation. Ushijima’s expression was unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes that made Hinata’s chest ache.

“I don’t like it when something troubles you, Shoyo,” Ushijima continued, his voice steady and certain. “If it bothers you, then it matters to me.”

Hinata felt a lump form in his throat at the simple yet heartfelt words. Before he could respond, Ushijima’s hand moved from his shoulder to gently pull him into a firm embrace.

“Toshi…” Hinata mumbled, his face pressing into Ushijima’s chest.

“You don’t need to carry this weight alone,” Ushijima said softly, his chin resting lightly on the top of Hinata’s head. “Let me shoulder it with you.”

Hinata let out a shaky breath, the tension from the night slowly melting away in Ushijima’s arms. For a moment, all the noise in his mind quieted, replaced by the steady rhythm of Ushijima’s heartbeat.

“You always say the perfect thing,” Hinata mumbled, his voice muffled by Ushijima’s shirt. “It’s not fair.”

Ushijima pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at him. “It’s not about being perfect. It’s about being honest with you.”

Hinata’s cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t help but smile. “You’re really amazing, you know that?”

Ushijima didn’t reply with words, but the small, almost imperceptible smile that curved his lips was enough. He reached down, threading his fingers through Hinata’s, their hands fitting together effortlessly.

“Let’s go,” Ushijima said, his voice warm and steady. “It’s late, and I’ll walk you home.”

Hinata nodded, his heart feeling lighter than it had all evening.

As they walked side by side under the glow of the streetlights, Ushijima’s presence was like a shield, steady and unwavering. And for the first time that night, Hinata felt like everything would be okay.

[natriae]

Chapter 5

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Wakatoshi watched you guys run over and honestly looked startled with the speed in which the two of you came over. Isamu had been holding a volleyball and placed it gently on the table in front of Ushijima. His smile was just as wide as when he saw Sakusa. So much like Wakatoshi's it doesn't seem genuine, but it is.

"hey little guy," Wakatoshi had said to Isamu. If you'd never been in Isamu's room you'd think Ushijima was his favorite with how he was acting. Hopefully, he's just being petty because of his friend, and isn't actually a big fan of Ushijima, but that's just being hopeful. As Ushijima signs the volleyball for your son you can see him glancing quickly at you out of the corner of his eye. "so are you a big fan?" Wakatoshi questions. He was clearly trying to make conversation, but he seemed hesitant. His voice got deeper, more smooth than the last time you spoke to him. No more voice cracks. It's too sexy now. He looks at your son in way that he's trying to read him without asking to many questions.

"..no… sorry," your son says quietly. Wow Isamu, smooth. You wonder if Ushijima would have been effected by those words if he knew that it was his son who said them. He was always confident in his skills, only certain people's words affected him. Ushijima never out right said it, but he was a family man. He wanted to have kids of his own, and provide them with parents that would be there for them. Which is why it hurt so much more to leave. You didn't want to hurt him by taking his son away, and you didn't want to hurt Isamu by taking his dad away. But you were left with no choice. You couldn't guarantee that Ushijima would be there, plus now he's in the pros. Who knows if that would have happened if you stayed. "but i do think you're a great player, but MSBY will always be my favorite," Isamu said as damage control.

Ushijima chuckled a bit at your son's honesty. He looked down for a moment thinking of what to say and finally settled on. "so did you drag your sister over here to get her an autograph. Is she a fan?" Sister? is it really not obvious. Maybe it was because he saw you and was curious, but Ushijima very rarely talks that much. Good media training, huh.

"no, my mom is just here so i don't get lost," Isamu said in response. Proud that his mom was with him. Why would he tell him that though. I mean of course he would casually tell people you were his mom, but of all people him.

"your mom is very pretty. I hope you guys had a good time," Ushijima said. You blushed at his words, and looked at the ground. He always knew exactly how to compliment you. He tried to give a small smile, but it was definitely forced. He's always been monotoned, but you could tell he was sad. Did he realize that this was his son? Walking to the next team member Ushijima whispered quietly, "you left cause you had another man's child.. humm," you definitely weren't supposed to hear that, but you couldn't tell if you should be happy he didn't realize or not. He looked around the table for his pen that was resting on his ear, and that's when it hit you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was still stupid. You can say that, you dated him in highschool. He had amazing grades, but he definitely passed his test by memorizing, and not actually learning the material. Everything he learned would be gone the minute he finished the test. You're honestly surprised he made it this far. Does he have someone in his life? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Satori?

Moving on down the line you couldn't help yourself but want to correct him. No matter how upset you were at him. It's been years and both of you deserve closure. You want him to have the story straight, and understand where you were coming from. Once the two of you got to the end of the line, Ushijima began walking back to the locker rooms. Isamu was on his way to the bathroom, and it was just you standing at the double doors that connected the lobby to the gym. A small tap hit the back of your shoulder, and when you turned around a white jersey was right in front of your face. Your heart dropped to your ass. Looking up you can see his handsome face in full view. He got taller, if that was even possible, or maybe it was the fact you haven't seen him in so long. He opened his mouth once, but no words came out. He tried again and was able to get out a small hi.

"hi Ushijima," you said trying to hide your raging emotions. You wanted to hug him, and hide him in your basement(that you didn't have). You also wanted go beat him up, but give him a fat smooch over his perfect lips. Those feels were valid. He was your first love. You can hate and love him, right?

"hi, i uh i wanted to give you this," He handed you a small white paper with several numbers on it. It's his phone number, you know. It's still in your phone with his name and a heart. You couldn't bring yourself to change it or block it. His face was red and he was looking everywhere but you. Even after all these years you could still make this giant man stutter and blush when talking to you. Just like when you were 16 and he walked up to you in the court yard. Actually he sat next to you on the bench and stared at you for a minute before speaking. "you don't have to text me, but i don't know when i'll see you next," I want closure for whatever we had. You nodded at his words, and muttered out a small 'thanks'. He nodded once and walked by you into the locker rooms. Finally you can hear your heartbeating faster then normal. If you were a cartoon everyone would see it jumping out of your skin. Isamu came running up and tapped you on your spine. Startled at the tap you jumped, and turned around to just find your son's large eyes staring at you in confusion.

"you okay? you've been jumpy today," Isamu said. He was worried, obviously. Wondering why his mom was acting so weird ever since they got here.

"i'm fine a promise. My senses are just heightened today, girl stuff," you said. Not wanting to spill that you saw Ushijima, aka your ex boyfriend, aka his FATHER, and not only that but a student you barely knew in highschool is now flirting to you in front of your ex boyfriend. "i'm fine, i'm serious," you said to convince him. No you are not. Your holding your ex-boyfriend's phone number in your hand, literally. "let's go get some food," you said changing the conversation. You could see Isamu's eyebrow raise up at your statement behind his thick lenses.

The day was finally over and now you were left with your thoughts. Thank god Isamu didn't ask about you being "ushijima's girl". The long day probably made him forget. Staring at the screen of your phone, a small circlular picture of a sleeping teenage ushijima was there with his name under it with a heart. You really need to change that. The realtionship too. 'boyfriend'. You scoffed at that. It's been a decade and you still can't bring youself to change it. You look back at the photo. It was from a training camp Shiratorizawa went too. You guys were second years and he had snuck into the manager's dorm to see you. He got hit by a lot of pillows because he came over unannounced. When everyone realized he wasn't a perv they let him in, and he rested next to you. While you were telling him a story he fell asleep on your arm. His head was resting on your shoulder, and you had immediately pulled out your flip phone and snapped a quick picture of the boy. His eyes were shut and you could see his beautiful eyelashes, and the small moles on his face. The photo was such bad quality, but it held so much value to you. You wonder if he ever met up with his dad. That was the story you would tell him. You could tell he was stressed so you began to making up a story about how amazing it would be when he finally met up with his dad. He would get a passport and a plane ticket to California. Spend the summer with his dad on the beautiful university campus. He would get to play volleyball with his dad again and show him how much he improved. He would go to the beach with him and enjoy an american boardwalk. He'd get american fast food, and see the golden gate bridge. It would always brighten his mood, so it became a usual story you would tell. You hoped he was able to do all the fun things you guys talked about. Did he ever see his dad? Did he get to play volleyball with him? Did he find a pretty american girl? Did he kiss her? Did he do more then just kiss her? Did he at least use a condom? Omg what if he has Japanese american baby right now in California who he also doesn't know about. Throwing your phone down you begin to lightly smack your head to stop the intrusive thought that you definitely don't want to think about. "ugghhhh," you let out loud enough to get your emotions put, but not loud enough to wake up Isamu.

A buzz was heard from your phone now resting between two couch cushions. Picking it up you slowly turned around praying to whatever god there was that you didn't accidentally text Ushijima in your fit of anger. How embarrassing would it be to get a text from you ex that's just 'hdjskao' after a decade of not talking.

Finally flipping your phone over the screen lights up to show that you recieved a dm from none other then 'sakukiy' on Instagram. He really was stalking you huh. It's not like you posted much. Your last post was from 2013, only really updating anyone on your story, or through your tags. He was really ballsy to be dming an account that's mostly dead. Opening your phone your brought back to your contacts. Ushijima's name being burned into your eyes as you get yet another notification from 'sakukiy'. Why does Instagram have to tell the person you read their notification. Taking a deep breath you opened Instagram and swiped over to your dms. There was a now deleted account with the kanji of Wakatoshi left. He was the only person you ever really interacted with. Sharing posts you thought were funny with him, but you never realized his account was deleted. He probably has a new one now. One where he posts thirst traps…with his abs..god he probably has eight and it's probably- stop you need to open kiyoomi's messages it's already been five minutes. Clicking on the messages you see two texts.

'hey it's Kiyoomi'

'are you free for lunch sometime?'

Is he asking you on a date right now? Is this cheating. No, you and Ushijima are broken up. You have been stop feeling guilty for moving on. You haven't dated anyone this whole time. Saying you need to focus on Isamu and you have no time for love. In reality you didn't want to be hurt again, you didn't want isamu to get confused or hurt, and at this point being 29 and only having sex once is embarrassing. You're getting to far ahead of youself. He just asked you for lunch. Why not. He probably means just as friends.

'sure! when are you free' you respond.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

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[monstrsball]

single dad iwaizumi au

this au has lived in my brain for nine months, and i've been talking about it a lot in discord lately so... have my thoughts and headcanons. enjoy!!

note: you may have already guessed this but this is also an iwasuga au. i'm not going to go into it here but suga is mentioned once or twice!

his son's name is mikio, he was born (in 2014) while iwaizumi was still in california!

appearance wise, i think he looks a lot like iwa! except without the resting grumpy face. his hair is a little curlier too. and he ends up needing glasses around the time he starts second grade.

mikio's birth mother is not in the picture, it's been just iwaizumi and mikio since he was little. do not ask more questions about this because i do not have answers at the moment lol.

when he found out that he was going to be a dad, iwa freaked out a little. like "oh my god i don't know if i can do this" but also he really wanted to? he really wanted to be a dad but he was also scared. he called his moms (who answered even though it was the middle of the night for them) and they talked for hours. it really helped him calm down and warm up to the idea.

and then he called them again (at a more reasonable time) to ask them about baby names because he was completely lost. they helped him pick out mikio!

they lived in california for a few years since iwaizumi was still in college + doing his internship with utsui. utsui ended up being a massive help to iwaizumi too!

this is how ushijima became one of his mikio's uncles!!

(mikio called him uncle toshi at first but eventually started calling him uncle ushiwaka because of oikawa. yes, iwaizumi tried to dissuade this but was unsuccessful. ushijima says it's fine.)

oikawa is competing against ushijima for the best uncle title. ushijima is not aware of this.

oikawa is a really good uncle though! he has years of experience after all he loves mikio with his whole heart, he's always sending him little things in the mail. he does sometimes get really sad that he's missing so much.

mattsun and makki do not know how to talk to children but they think mikio is cool. they call him little dude/little man. he is their buddy!! their pal!!

kyoutani also does not know how to talk to children and was probbaly nervous when he heard iwaizumi had a kid lmao. like, what if he says the wrong thing and hurts the kid's feelings and iwaizumi never talks to him again. but i think mikio actually really likes kyoutani! he thinks his hair is cool and he likes hearing about the animals kyoutani works with (part-time animal shelter worker kyoutani is real and canon. to me.)

i think iwaizumi introduced mikio to a variety of sports as he was growing up because he didn't want to force volleyball onto him. mikio does still end up latching onto volleyball. he does like playing other sports sometimes but he LOVES volleyball! he watches a lot of games with his dad (mostly oikawa and ushijima's).

mikio's other interests include: rocks, legos, lizards, & reading (he likes reading books about rocks and legos and lizards). he has a rock collection that he will show off to anyone who lets him.

he is not a fan of bugs (they scare him) which breaks iwaizumi's heart a little but they are slowly working on getting him more comfortable with them.

he is a pretty sweet kid but he can be a little blunt like his dad is sometimes. has called oikawa weird on multiple occasions but he isn't even trying to be mean. (it is typically said when oikawa is being over dramatic about something)

iwa has a lot of moments where he's like "i cannot laugh at that. i need to tell him not to say that." but it's hard because mikio really will unintentionally say the funniest things.

he can be pretty shy and quiet when you first meet him but he opens up a little over time, you can expedite the process by asking him about the things he likes. he gets really excited to talk about them.

when mikio is around 6/7 years old, iwaizumi makes the decision to move back to japan permanently after he gets a job offer there. (tentatively saying this was his role on the national team...? don't quote me on that. either way, he does still work for the national team. i'm just not 100% sure if that's the one he moves for)

which is where this au diverges from canon (again lol). he moves back to japan permanently instead of working at a university in the US. he does this to be closer to his moms. he feels more comfortable knowing that they're closer and he can go to them if he needs help.

mikio loves his grandmas. i need to say this. every other weekend, sachiko or mayumi will come get him on the train so he can spend the weekend with them. he has a blast!!

mikio is really, really nervous for his first day at his new school! he doesn't really talk to anyone.

can you guess who his teacher is.

yeah, okay, so i think he does end up talking to suga on his very first day because he sees a volleyball in the classroom and is like O: so they talk a bit about volleyball. suga tells him that he played against his dad and uncle in high school. (he either knows iwaizumi is his dad bc well. the last name or he saw him before class started...? something like that.)

mikio thinks suga-sen is the coolest person in the whole wide world.

sometimes when mikio doesn't have school but iwa still has work, he'll take him to JNT practices. the team loves him. mikio loves the team.

after ushijima, mikio's favorite person on the team is probably bokuto. i think he's who he warmed up to the fastest.

he also thinks kageyama and hinata are super cool but not because they're both world famous volleyball player, it's because they were on the same team as suga-sen in high school.

kageyama and hinata are not even offended by this. they also think it's cool that they were on the same team as suga in high school.

he's friends with osamu's daughter, kanako (shout-out to @osamusbigtits and his single dad osamu au) since atsumu also brings her to practice sometimes.

i think... these are all of my hcs?? questions are always welcome :3

[piko-chan-plus]

Okayyyy, I'm here to ask about Haikyuu. I'll ask the same questions, but change them just a tad bit.

What's your favorite ship? If you don't have one, favorite duo? Maybe trio?

If you were forced to become a manager for a team, which one would it be?

Of course, the classic question. Favorite character(s)? Top 5 if you don't have just one. (They're just loveable ya know.)

Subbed or dubbed? (If you've seen the anime.)

If dubbed, what's your favorite translation/joke? If you watched subbed, tell me your favorite joke/gag in general.

Favorite Haikyuu girl?

Favorite headcanon(s)?

Bonus: What's your favorite Haikyuu fandom joke???

Really curious! :0

OOOOO THANKSSS

1. Kuroken/Kagehina but I'm a multishipper so I love most of the ships

2. Definitely Fukurodani. I would love to memorize all of Bokuto's weaknesses. I like challenges

3. Hinata is my fav<3 I indentify with a bright ball of gremlin+sunshine energy. But also Goshiki, Kita and Fukunaga cuz I like obscure characters (And yes they are all oh so lovable)

4. I watched the anime like 10 times already. 5 of them were with polish subs, 2 times with english dub and the rest was English sub. I plan on watching it with Spanish sub too cuz I'm learning Spanish

5. For dub: "TIME'S OVER LOVEBIRDS" + "He's like a horny tornado •-•"

For general it's: The bathroom song + Tendou songs

6. KANOKA<3333 I kinda hate how she's just used as a "girl has a crush on a boy" but other than that she's just very fun to watch

7. For headcanons I have a lot!! Mainly for time-skip! Not including the ones that are because of my au: Kageyama is autistic, Hinata dated a lot in Brazil, Nishinoya is bi and

This meaning what it sounds like it means

8. Ushijima being very VERY clueless about anything other than volleyball. Even more than Hinata and Kageyama. It just fits him so much and I love the "looks scary, is soft"

Once again, thaaaankssss