#ushijima Wakatoshi

[gojover]

ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.

the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.

your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.

he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”

ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.

“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.

“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.

when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.

“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”

ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.

#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)

[weathertheraine]

It has a good BPM

[aurorachips]

Haikyuu Manga Panel Redraw 🏐

I love this panel I wanted to redraw it in my style :)

[strawberryswirlix]

adlers day off

[wakatshi]

❝ HUSBAND WAKATOSHI who always kisses your hand. he knows how much you love it. when he picks you up from work, from dinner with your friends, he doesn’t hesitate to take your hand in his and press his lips on it, he’s so sweet. “i’ve missed you.” he rubs your palm with his thumb, the sensation of your skin against his; he loves it too much, no matter how small, how insignificant his gesture feels— it’s never insignificant to him.

you adore wakatoshi’s attentiveness, the flowers he brings you and his gentle caress, his bear hugs, the warmth of his big body pressed against yours tightly. he never forgets to pick a bouquet of flowers on his way, of course, from the flower shops you love the most, he knows them all.

HUSBAND WAKATOSHI who kneels in front of you to kiss your hand before eating your pussy— you’ve once told him it’s very attractive and he’s been doing it for a while now; he doesn’t plan to stop.

he kisses each of your fingers, with the same amount of love and patience, holding your wrists with his big hands, although he’s eager to take your clothes off and finally, your panties. he’s meticulous about his act, he obsesses over your enjoyment and his one an only desire is to please you.

your thumb slides between his wet lips, and he sucks on it, his tongue wraps timidly around your finger, but he stops in barely a few seconds. suprisingly, your husband has learned how to be a tease, he doesn’t break eye contact.

you run your fingers through his combed hair, on his forehead and nose and your lips curve into a silly smile when you look at him, at how meticulously he’s working on your skirt and panties, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concentration. “my angel, that’s very distracting.”

“but as distracting as is it, do not stop.” he smiles, it almost felt like your husband left out a faint, soft laugh. he thinks you’re cute, beautiful. godly. there’s nothing more perfect than his cute little wife. nothing sexier.

he kisses your knees, your inner thighs— the heat between your legs is enough to make the man cum is his pants, he wants to taste your sweet pussy, lick the juices dripping down you skin.

you both love this— it’s a painfully attractive prelude.

“please. don’t stop. you’re so beautiful.”

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a/n: i posted this little ramble two years ago on my old blog @wakatshi-archive, but i realllly wanna have a comeback so i’m reposting all my works over here, of course, with some changes here and there. rereading them two years later made me realize there’s definitely more to be written! 🤍 i wanna start with the shorter works and i’ll keep the longer pieces for later hihi 😇

[tantegel]

Haikyuu! LINE Stickers - Hard to Use! Manga Edition [3/4]

[goatunderthebridge]

Tendou scrolling through the notes app on Ushijima's phone out of pure boredom and slight interest, realising just how strangely uniform his notes are (e.g., shopping list, things to remember, birthdays - all kept in titled, self-contained notes) until he stumbles across an unnamed note written at 2AM thats just:

"air mattress. water bed. fire [???]. earth [???]."

And Tendou simulatenouesly loses his shit and understands again why he loves him.

[nanamisgirly]

look at you.

face smashed against the cold tile, drool slicking up the surface, mascara running down your flushed cheeks. dress bunched at your waist, panties shoves to the side, legs spread wide to take everything he's giving you. he has you stretched wide around his cock, stuffed to the brim—thick veins dragging against your swollen walls, molding you to take him, to be nothing but a tight, dripping hole for him.

your boyfriend got one hand twisted in your hair, yanking you back so your spine curves perfectly for him, while the other grips your waist. you can barely think, barely breathe, each punishing thrust shoving you up on your tiptoes. “that's the last time you pull some dumb shit like that,” he grits out, dark eyes staying locked on the way your slutty cunt flutters around his cock, creamy and dripping, making a filthy mess of him every time he sinks balls-deep—slick squelching with every thrust, pussy milking him like it's desperate to be bred. his heavy balls slap against your clit, sinful and wet, sending jolts of overstimulation up your spine.

you thought he wouldn't do shit, thought you could tease him, rub up against some random loser and he would just sit there, looking all cool and composed. you didn't thought he would fuck you like a total beast in some dingy club bathroom, cock abusing that sweet little spot inside you, making you see a whole new galaxy.

“t-thought you d-didn't get jealous,” you slur through the hot tears wetting your lips.

a sharp slap stings your ass, heat blooming under his palm, making you jolt. “i don't,” he growls, hips ramming into you so hard your cheek smushes against the cold tile. 

“w-wait—”

“nah,” he grunts, dragging you back onto his cock, “slut don't get to talk.” his pace speeds up, his heavy length spearing into you making your hands slip against the wall as you scramble for anything to hold onto. your walls squeeze him so tight, pulsing around his montrous cock—mind gone, too fucked-out to do anything but take it.

his breath stutters as you tighten around him, sending a fresh pulse of pre-cum spilling deep inside you. his thrusts turn messy, erratic, grinding you into the wall like he's trying to fuck you straight through it. 

another slap lands on your ass, sharp, electric. “gonna fuck you until you're too dumb to pull this bratty attitude again.”

[kings-highway]

Touch the Dream's Oni Ushijima has me feeling all sorts of ways 👹

Southpaw swing from the fucking iron bat of spikes yes please. I love this stupid, stupid man with severity.

[kwadlayns]

talk to me in french, talk to me in spanish 🍒

[pomeloblush]

okay so hear me out- (this is in the timeskip.)

Ushijima asks oikawa how he’s getting buffer and becoming so melo during workouts. Oikawa says he eats edibles. (which he doesn’t.) Ushijima doesn’t understand until oikawa explains that some fitness athletes eat weed gummies to help them eat a lot and work out. (which irl some people do btw.) Ushijima believes that oikawa does this and trys it out. 5 months later Oikawa sees that ushijima ACTUALLY got buffer and goes up to ask him how and ushijima just looks confused like? “the weed gummies what else?” and oikawa is just frozen in shock.

Oikawa trys this out for himself but ends up greening out in front of iwaizumi (who btw is experienced with weed ever since he went to college in cali.) and iwaizumi is just LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF.

[ithildinwrites]

thinking about post time skip haikyuu is so funny to be bc the people who know other people is crazy like what must normal people in that universe think

like why does youtuber streamer and owner of bouncing ball co kozume kenma aka kodzuken know the libero of this russian team and this half russian model and this comedian / chef and also a bunch of div 1&2 pro volleyball players and his childhood bsf works for the jva

some kid comes to class one day and his teacher knows half the japanese national team ????? THIS RANDOM COP IN MIYAGI IS A SENPAI TO HINATA SHOYO AND KAGEYAMA TOBIO i’m in tears actually this is so funny how have i never considered this

yachi taking time off for the olympics and her colleagues are like oh omg what are you watching? you could come and watch at this bar with us! and she’s like actually my super famous besties got me tickets to go see the games IN PERSON and that’s how they learn she’s besties with hinata and kageyama bc she also posts a selfie w them and yamaguchi and tsukishima

new fans are so confused on how and why hinata knows so many people??? why is he on good terms with the japanese guy who plays for that one polish team? why is he posting selfies with san juan’s star setter???? why is san juan’s star setter married to THE JAPANESE TEAMS ATHLETIC TRAINER??? WHAT IS HAPPENING

everyone and everything is connected

[citriqq]

me when I make hq smau but it's just all of them being gay trans and autistic. what can I say I'm just known to write super in-character and canonically

[tamoru]

…?!

[haikyu-mp4]

You snooze, you lose – Ushijima wc 985 – gn!reader requested by @cheesypuffkins87 for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

Ushijima wasn’t a dater. He struggled to connect with anyone in a way that made him want to bring them on a date, and if he got that far, they usually didn’t want a second date. It seemed like a lot of them found him… boring.

This is how he ended up on a blind date set up by none other than Semi Eita. One of his contacts had expressed their interest, and Semi thought his friend might have more success with the surprise element.

Ushijima bought flowers on his way, dressed in a nice green sweatshirt with a white shirt under it and some good jeans. He thought it was quite appropriate for a spring day like this one. The birds fluttering about had him thinking this might be his lucky day at finding love. He entered a quaint cafe where Semi had told him to meet, making his way over to a free table close enough to the door so he could be visible to whoever came for him.

The sun was shining through the windows, laying warm kisses on his cheeks and helping him relax. Laying the flowers on the table, he waited patiently with his hands folded.

You loved your job. Sure, every other day had some unfortunate events or rude customers, but you genuinely enjoyed being a small part of so many people’s days. And nothing was better than the thrill of watching someone on their first date.

Now, this guy, he was gorgeous. One of your coworkers had to physically lift your jaw back up as you nearly drooled while watching him wait for his presumed date. You were happy to be on floor duty, walking around and picking up empty cups and plates so you could still keep an eye on his table.

When his date finally came, she greeted him kindly with a weird hug he hardly returned. You giggled under your breath as you watched them awkwardly sit across from each other, wondering how long you should wait to ask if they were going to order.

You weren’t given the chance.

After an emergency cleanup further into the cafe, where an old lady dropped her cup off the table, you came back to the front just as the date made her way back out the door, leaving a handsome man with his flowers.

“That was a quick meeting! Could I get you anything?” you asked him kindly, holding up your pen and notepad to try and not stare too hard. He looked up in slight surprise, then nodded appreciatively.

“It seemed she had better things to do, but I would love a lemonade if you have.”

Your jaw dropped once again, pointing towards the door with your pen. “Better things to do than you?” you asked, not at all worried about your coworker snorting from the register somewhere behind you. Ushijima’s eyebrows lifted only slightly, and you shook your head. “Sorry, I’ll get a lemonade going for you.”

Clicking your pen, you shoved it along with your notebook into your pocket, turning away with a smile only to turn right back around when he spoke up again. “I could pay for one more if you would like to join me instead,” he suggested, and you would have thought it was a joke if he hadn’t looked so genuine.

Just as you were about to say you couldn’t sit down while on payroll, your coworker had teleported to stand beside you. “Twenty-minute lunch break starting now,” was all he said before pulling the other chair out and forcing you to sit down.

“You sure bounce back fast,” you chuckled as you were suddenly on eye level with Ushijima, finding him even prettier like this. Your ears burned, and not just from the sun.

“I have a friend who likes to say You snooze, you lose.”

Although you had no idea how his previous date found him so boring, you had to mentally thank her. You enjoyed twenty minutes of flowing conversation with Ushijima, loving the way he genuinely listened to you and seemed to actually care. In turn, he told you about his friends and his job and his hobbies, not shy of letting you get to know him.

You were swooning over a compliment when your eyes found the wall clock, realising the date would have to come to an end. “Thank you, Wakatoshi. I had a great time, but work is calling.”

“I would like to call you as well, this has been entirely pleasant. Could I have your number?” he asked, already tucking his hand into his pocket to fish out his phone.

“Of course.” Taking the phone from him after he unlocked it, you hoped the blush hadn’t travelled too far over your face. “Text me. I’ll answer after work.”

“Here, have these. You were my date today, after all.” As he said this, he held up the flower bouquet he had originally brought for his other date. With a wide grin, you gratefully accepted them.

“They’re gorgeous, thank you!”

That evening, when you finally escaped into the fresh night air with your bag on your shoulder and a bouquet in your arms, you were thrilled to see a message from an unknown number and promptly saved it as a new contact. You answered the message to confirm he had reached you, only to stare wide-eyed when his caller ID popped up.

The two of you talked on the phone for the entire walk home, and you even had the chance to set up another date.

“I can’t wait!” you squealed, deciding you didn’t have to hide your interest when he was so open about his.

“You will have to, it is not until tomorrow.”

Shaking your head, you smiled fondly. “It’s- you’re right. I look forward to it, though.”

“I do, too. Have a good night, y/n.”

“You as well, Wakatoshi.”

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HUUUGE credit to @cottonlemonade, who basically came up with the plot<3

[tsukimirecs]

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atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack