#ushijima brainrot

[wttcsms]

kageyama and ushijima are the type of men who don’t clarify anything, so they would have the internet in a frenzy whenever, during an interview, the reporter asks him “how is your girlfriend feeling about you coming back home after such a long season?” and he goes “she’s not my girlfriend. we are no longer dating.”

he later has to go on twitter to address the situation with a succinct “she is my fiancée 👍🏻”

[moechies]

wakatoshi ʚɞ

“y’feel so good honey.”

your cunt sinks onto his meaty tip, pulsing erratically at the unfamiliar stretch.

“hah—.. h-help me, please!”

“take your time, you can do it.”

you try, you really do, shoving yourself onto your lovers cock. he holds you tightly but the fat of your hips, gently guiding your cunt to wrap more and more of him.

“eek— w-waka!”

he sighs, face flushed and eyes shut tight from the pleasure. he lays back into the soft of the bed, peeking out of one eye to watch your flustered expression and your body shiver with pleasure.

“please , n-need your help. i can’t do it m’self..” you mewl, body giving up and landing atop of his, sniffles muffled as you hide yourself into the crook of his neck.

“poor baby.” he teases, soothing over your hair with one hand, the other soothing across your shivering ass. “too much for my honey?”

you nod, bracing yourself as he flips you under him, forced to meet his eyes as he hovers above you.

“y’were almost there,” he stares down at the remainder of his cock you were unable to get inside your cunt, sloppy swipes over your clit in order to quiet his baby’s complaints. “y’gonna do better next time? so i don’t have to do all the work, hm ?”

“y-yes..! t-thank you waka, thank you f’helping me!”

he groans; what sweet pleasure it was to feel your plump ass meet his pelvis.

“no need. thank you f’this perfect pussy honey.”

[fish-with-more-eyes]

bit of a different post -- my presentation for hq powerpoint night in the foxglove digest discord! :)

i probably could've done more characters but for some reason i committed to drawing everything skjdfhsdkj

[sunflowersatori]

hear me out

Ushijima goes to the bar for a blind date set up by Atsumu, and assumes the pretty red-head he sees is his date. Tendou, who was a bit sad about being stood up and then annoyed by the strangers giving him unwanted attention, assumes that the big handsome man who comes to his rescue claiming to be his date is just pretending so that the drunk idiots will get out of his hair.

shenanigans ensue so that ushijima thinks its a normal date and tendou thinks this charming sweet himbo is just making pleasant conversation

should i write this? i feel like i should write this

[neon-gin]

Kiyoomi is a mechanic during day and a street racer at night. Sometimes, he hooks up with guys he meets at a bar for one-night stands. Once he mistakes a gang boss w an average office worker and ends up messing w the wrong person...

My HQ gang AU is all over the place. Hope you can make some sense out of it😅

[fwunn]

ushiten and some karasuno boys wearing maid dresses (also yachi in a butler uniform bcz shes so cute i love her) because idk anymore :9

You can tell i got lazy with hands

[dildeaux-san]

The final whistle blows, signaling Karasuno’s victory over Shiratorizawa, the atmosphere in the gymnasium erupted with cheers and applause. The exhilaration of the win coursed through the Karasuno team, their spirits soaring as they celebrated their hard-fought triumph. The third years run to each other and hug, tears streaming down their faces.

But amidst the jubilant chaos, one figure stood still, his gaze fixed on a particular silver-haired omega.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shiratorizawa’s formidable ace, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the omega who had played a pivotal role in turning the tide of the game. He had witnessed an incredible display of skill and determination, watching in awe as the omega maneuvered through his team full of alphas, outsmarting them with each move. Ushijima couldn’t deny the impact this silver-haired omega had on him and frowned, confused at the way his heart sped up.

Ushijima found himself searching for the silver haired omega. Why? Well he’ll figure that out when he gets there.

He made his way through the crowd, after his team packed up to head home. His eyes scanning the faces of the Karasuno players in the crowd and then, as if the universe had heard his unspoken desire, he heard a familiar voice call out, “Suga-chan!”

Ushijima’s heart skipped a beat. Suga. That name resonated deeply within him. He turned towards the sound and there, standing a few meters away, was the silver-haired omega he had been seeking.

Ushijima’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Suga rush into the arms of another person—Oikawa Tooru.

“Tooru! You came!”

Confusion clouded Ushijima’s mind. Oikawa, an omega himself, held Suga tightly, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Ushijima’s world seemed to shatter, his heart sinking as he realized that the person he had been drawn to was already taken and by an omega no less.

A pang of regret and longing washed over him, a bittersweet realization of what could have been. He sighed and turned back to his team to leave back to school and end his high school volleyball career.

Briefly, He turned and looked one last time. He couldn’t help but watch as Suga and Oikawa smiled at each other, their hands interlaced, radiating a sense of warmth and contentment. Ushijima’s gaze lingered for a moment longer, etching the scene into his memory with a frown, before he turned away, his steps heavy with defeat. From both, Karasuno and Oikawa.

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“I’m surprised you came. You said you didn’t care if we won or lost,” Suga grins at Oikawa before pecking the pout on the brunette.

“You hurt me Koushi! I’m pissed either way, but you kicked Ushiwaka’s ass. You should have seen his face when the final whistle blew!” Oikawa brushes back Suga’s hair with a wink.

“Alright you two.” Iwaizumi approaches wearing his usual scowl before yanking Oikawa from Suga by his scarf. “Suga you need to get back to your team. I’ll take this loser home and you’ll see each other later.”

“Iwa-chan! I’m spending time with my omega!”

“Shut up shittykawa! He needs to finish packing up so they can plan for nationals. You’ll literally see Suga tomorrow!”

Suga grins watching the two argue between each other and laughs, “You two are like a married couple.”

Iwaziumi’s smile falls from his face in horror looking at the silver haired omega, “Please don’t joke like that Suga.”

“Yeah! That hurts my feelings Kou-chan! You trying to get rid of me?” Oikawa pulls the omega close.

A burst of citrus floods Suga’s senses and he rolls his eyes at the omega. He accepts his fate and holds still as Oikawa thoroughly scents him.

“There,” Oikawa grins, satisfied.

“Ugh,” Iwaizumi mockingly pinches his nose. “It reeks of you now.”

Suga shakes his head at the two best friends. He notices Daichi start to approach with a stern look.

“Uh-oh, mom is on his way to scold me. I need to get going.”

The two omegas meet in a tight embrace, stealing a couple more kisses before reluctantly pulling away and leaving to their separate destinations.

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After graduation, Ushijima found himself at one of Tokyo's premier universities, known for producing numerous successful athletes who have gone on to pursue professional careers in their respective sports.

Despite being scouted to play professionally after high school, Ushijima had reached a compromise with his mother. She insisted that he prioritize his studies and find a stable career instead of solely pursuing his passion for Volleyball.

Ushijima Hotaru, a fiercely controlling alpha woman, saw her son's passion for volleyball as an obstacle to his future success. She firmly believed that he should prioritize his studies and conform to her vision of a secure and conventional career path. Now that Ushijima Wakatoshi was setting out on his own, she couldn't shake the urge to tightly guide and dictate his choices.

She persuade her son into attending the prestigious university in Tokyo. She saw it as a perfect compromise, knowing that many professional athletes had graduated from there, making it a promising avenue for his future success. Despite Wakatoshi’s initial hesitation, his mother’s persistent coaxing ultimately led him to make the decision to enroll at the university.

Alone in his dorm room without a roommate, Ushijima's mind was consumed by thoughts of the potential opportunity to join a professional volleyball team. Despite being at the university, his focus remained fixated on the possibility of leaving the academic world behind to pursue his passion for volleyball at the highest level.

On move-in day, Ushijima found himself making a solemn vow: he would not waver from his goals, and nothing would stand in the way of achieving his dreams. Determination filled his heart as he set his mind on excelling academically while never losing sight of his ultimate aspiration to play professionally. The unwavering commitment he made that day fueled his drive to relentlessly pursue success, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

As Ushijima went about exploring the campus on his move-in day, he caught a fleeting glimpse of someone with striking silver hair walking by. The sight immediately captured his attention, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.

Little did he know that this familiar sight would have a significant influence on his journey and the course of his future.

[pridewon]

@pontevoix​​​ said:  👫 literally for whomever your fabulous heart desires ssdfg (headcanons for our muses)   ushijima & tendou edition

1. Ushijima is a heavy sleeper. Ushijima also has an uncanny talent for falling asleep pretty much anywhere he chooses. Choosing being the operative word here: he won’t fall asleep just anywhere, but there have been moments in highschool where post-game journeys home are long, and recuperating seems in order. So Ushijima chose to sleep on the bus; what he didn’t choose was for his head to tilt and land on Tendou’s shoulder. It always baffled the rest of the team (except Leon who can’t be baffled by anything), and Tendou (rightfully) considered it being the same as being chosen by a very picky cat. 

2. When they live in Paris, Tendou goes through this phase (which can be more than a phase) where he decides to sign them up for various classes and workshops. He says it’s a great way to learn the language and to have fun and learn loads of cool stuff, and Ushijima? Agrees with him. Tendou chooses the classes according to his own whims and sometimes at random. They have been to cooking classes, leatherwork, woodwork, cocktail making, sewing classes... their apartment is slowly filling up with the result of their learning journey, and they both think it’s pretty neat. Even if they almost instantly forget most of what they learn.

3. Tendou first “met” Ushijima’s father... kind of by accident. He walked/waltzed into the living room while Wakatoshi was on his laptop, not realising he was on a video call with Takashi - and in his defense? Wakatoshi hadn’t signalled in any way, shape or form that he was on a call with his dad. So, Tendou waltzed in, started talking about a million different things while eating yoghurt and walking up to Wakatoshi, and suddenly locked eyes with a slightly bemused Takashi Utsui, live from the US. After the fact? Tendou said it was slightly awkward. Wakatoshi didn’t see what was awkward in this. Takashi thought it was funny. 

4. Okay this last one is maybe more of a plot suggestion than a headcanon but dvhdjhf when Wakatoshi leaves France and they go through their more... difficult/distant period/possible break (??), Tendou’s insomnias and odd working hours sometimes align conveniently with Ushijima’s different timezone. After a while and a few texts exchanged here and there, they start sometimes calling each other (they can’t remember who started the ritual) at very odd hours, and because it’s often at night/very early in the morning? The time lends itself nicely to conversations they otherwise may not as spontaneously have. It’s a little bit of a discovery/re-discovery - a bittersweet one, perhaps, but they are men of multitudes. 

[enhypen-scholarship]

ushijima mentioned🤭🤭🤭

minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, size difference, belly bulge.

size difference, size difference, size difference!! imagine!!

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud, hair clinging to your sweaty face as you roll your hips. your walls flutter around the thick cock in you, trying to suck him in but failing. he's bigger than you and your pretty cunt always struggles to take all of him. but you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

he trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit," he promises, soft as he pleasures you. he rubs your clit, making you wetter for a smoother entry. you’re whimpering as you slowly sink down, taking more and more of his cock. a mix of pleasure and pain courses through your veins and you gasp out as soon as you manage to take every inch of him.

"there you go, good girl," he praises, kissing your temple as he moves the hand on your hips to rest on your lower stomach, where an imprint of his cock shows under your skin. his fingers still rubs your clit. "look at how deep my cock is, spreading your cunt open and making you mine."

reiner braun, ushijima wakatoshi, jing yuan, + your fav!

[rebelssvy]

fuck buddy

ushijima x reader

- just a thought i had!

pure smut, sex.

sometimes his practice was just too hard. playing at a professional level is just soooo competitive. of course it was never that difficult for him. but it can be frustrating sometimes.

he just never gets that much time alone. having a high level of pent up tension within him. he’s a quiet guy and doesn’t let it show that much. well, that is untill he met you.

you came to one of his games and you stood out among the fans. he noticed you in a heart beat. but after the game was over and nothing happened. he chose to walk his separate way from you.

well until you ran into the professional at a coffee shop. it was sudden. and even crazier when he came up to you and said,

“you came to my game, correct?”

it left you in shock that he approached you first.

ever since then you guys have gone out a couple times. once it became more of a routine,things often would get escalated and result in sex.

bad practice? he’s coming over to fuck.

coach yelled at him? he just wants to see you.

he messed up a receive? he’s making you cum on his thigh.

and so here you were, getting pounded by him doggy style because they lost a non league game. of course the game didn’t really matter. but losing was losing. and ushijima hated losing.

he kept mumbling on about how he played good enough that they should’ve won. and how his teammates made to many mistakes.

“ushiiiii! i can’t- keep going” you screamed out. you had already came once and your second was approaching fast.

he’s usually more vanilla then anything. but today somthing awoke in him. you were clawing at your sheets. practically drooling against the fabric.

he suddenly flipped you around and started pounding you in a new position. missionary, except he had your legs pressed to your chest.

“oh my god” you moaned out to him.

“i’m so sorry dear i just- i can’t help my self right now.” he grunted out pushing himself in and out of you.

“it’s ok-!” you scream out again. bringing one of your hands to his wrist and the other to your clit.

once he notices the circles your rubbing into yourself he swats your hand away to do it himself.

you start clenching yourself around him. breath getting sucked out of your lungs.

“oh yea, goood girl.” he says while feeling you clench around his length.

your orgasm hits you like a truck. your legs wrap around his torso. making him his your deepest angle.

he lets out some grunts before pulling out.

and then he does somthing he’s never done before…

he finishes on your face

still fucked out of it, you don’t even realize when he’s done.

with a low guttural groan he says.

“so pretty”

……………………………………………………………………………

- ushijima brainrot.

- this might’ve been a little much idk. i’m going insane

- he eventually asks you to be his gf don’t worry

[lizethdraws]

my friend on instagram gave me fem!Ushijima brainrot

EDIT: i fucking forgot a drawing mf ahhhh

[hatsukeii]

Today I'm thinking about...haikyuu + other anime characters who think you're just a little too sweet for them.

warning(s): nothing LOL you're safe with me again today!!

To them, life should be lived silently, like slipping between cracks that emerge amidst the lives of others. Their presence is fleeting, manifesting as a helping hand in a crowded hallway that is never seen again, a coffee order that is forgotten after the next few customers, a glossary that is skimmed through once, then never looked at a second time. A presence that you know for certain was here once before, but have nothing to show for it. When you grace their life for the first time, maybe in a library, or a bakery, perhaps a coffee shop, it is as fleeting as a comet that zips across a night sky, your presence escaping from between the seams of their own life the way they do to others. A glance shared between the gaps of leathery bookends, the dropping of change in their hand, the calling out of their name for their black coffee order. He finds eternity in the gleam of your irises, the clink of coins as they fall from your hand, the sugar that leaks from their name in your mouth. You find solace in the darkness of their tired eyes, the wrinkles and calluses in the palm that collects change, the grainy, sultry earth that echoes in their thank yous. They return to the libraries, and bakeries, and coffee shops day after day, hoping to bask in the sweetness of whatever you do and say again, mellowing out pools of black caffeine with mugs of syrup and milk, neat whiskey with crisp ice, balancing the earthy, soiled ground with a star-studded night sky. They change their order from an Americano to your recommended latte, smile at you from the opening created between books on a shelf, treat themselves to a small cake once every so often along with their usual purchase of plain bread. And when you finally chat them up one day, a wink flashing across your face as you slide your number to them on a doodled-over sticky-note across the counter, or thread it through hardbacks on a shelf, or palm their hand sneakily as you hand them change, their presence becomes an engraving on the spine of a book, a coffee stain in a worn out mug, the lingering decadence of mousse and cake that dances on their tongue, impatient for the next taste. They are a bitter canister of brewed tea, a hollow body and soul worn down by the trials of life. You are a shot of espresso in the afternoon sun, golden daylight peeking through half-lidded blinds, honey in your veins and prosperous life in your eyes. Perhaps your sweetness could accomodate for two.

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Iwaizumi Hajime, Aone Takanobu, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjiro, Osamu Miya, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Maki Zenin, Yuuta Okkotsu but specifically after training in Africa and coming back to Shibuya, Megumi Fushiguro, Aki Hayakawa, Kishibe, Shouta Aizawa, Hitoshi Shinso, Shouto Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki

author's note:

be honest chat do i post like a scary amount and does it get annoying </3 i have too many ideas when i should be studying for externals in two months but i DON'T CARE i need to rest for like the next week after that trials period

i had hozier's too sweet in mind with this one and i initially wanted to do like just nanami but UGH too many characters work with this i can't DO ITTTTT so i made it a general drabble EE

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @catsoupki @fiannee @bailey-reeds @akaakeis @hiraethwa

ok bye bye until the next one which will be soon LMFAO love u all

[fish-with-more-eyes]

haikyuu!! lads as drawfee imgs hehe

[kings-highway]

my ushiten brainrot exclusively comes in the form of tendou being the only person/place/thing that makes ushijima feel secure, both from the perspective of companionship and mutual respect, but also as an undiagnosed autistic that struggles to articulate his thoughts finding a person that has near perfect intuition and doesnt need to have things spelled out for him.

[stopisa]

your shared bedroom is typically very quiet if you ignore the snuffs of breath your boyfriend exhales through his nose sometimes in concentration. tonight is a different matter, a completely different matter, actually. an otherwise peaceful space has been disrupted with four very distinct sounds; flesh slapping against flesh, the ringing of a cow bell, your partner’s grunts and the helpless moans that escape your plush lips.

your face is buried into the pillows, moans barely muffled by the fabric every time ushijima withdraws that abnormally long cock, heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit when he forces his way back in. you’d think it was his favourite pasttime to mount your smaller body, large calloused hands palming at any inch of your body he can - he particularly likes to grab at your ass, pulling the flesh of your cheeks apart so he can watch the sweet cunt he loves to breed so much struggle to fit every inch of that god forsaken cock of his.

the bell is a constant reminder of ownership, healthily of course. you’d gifted it to him barely two years into your relationship and he’d refused to part with it since. in your household, it’d become a familiar sound to hear it chiming as ushijima moves around. but when he’s clambering over your back, roughly trying to shove as much cock into you, it’s just a futile reminder that you’re not the one owning him.

“—jima!” you wail out, almost drowned out by his vocal grunts by your ear, his hot breath fanning across your skin. he’s either planning to bend your body in half or merge you with the mattress - either way, you’re feeling it in the morning.

he’ll continue until the pillows are damp with your drool and pretty crystalline tears, not a thought in your head other than the numerous loads of thick cum he’s dumped into your womb, filling you up like an unsatiated hunger. he’ll continue even if your legs are shaking and quivering, your body struggling to hold yourself up. he’ll continue even if he has to flip you onto your back, your hands grabbing at his shoulders and long protruding horns for some semblance of something to cling onto while you endure just another mating season with your beloved partner.

you wouldn’t change it for the world.

hybrid tuesday order no.1 !! 🌷

hoLY SHIT thank you so much for blessing me with some bull hybrid!ushi😭😭 i am so grateful u went through the lengths and feeding me like this. fuck but now you have given me such ushi brainrot that you plus others will have to hear me yell about !!

all i kno is this is how i b post-mating szn

[akaashism]

listen to me i just read your latest ushioi fic and oh my god you fucking get it. you get it. the whole "i need you to ruin me," and instead of fucking oikawa senseless ushijima ruins oikawa by making oikawa fall for him and making oikawa accept gentleness. you fucking understand. fhe scene with oikawa asking ushijima to have sex with him ending in oikawa having to be direct for ushijima to understand and accept. oikawa having to be honest with ushijima. oikawa pausing to actually understand him throughout the fic and once he realizes who ushijima actually is he falls instantly. you understand them. my god, you understand them. its 2 am btw i think you changed my life

You have no idea how much this means to me!!! 😭💗 Writing a ship for the first time is daunting, and I really hoped that I'd portrayed ushioi accurately, so I'm ecstatic to get this ask. Honestly, my ushioi brainrot right now is HUGE and this fic was one of the most fun writing experiences I've had, I loved it.

I do fucking understand them, thank you! Not everyone gets the amazing complexity of ushioi's dynamic, which is a shame, and I wish it wasn't a rarepair 😭 Anyway, everything you pointed out from the fic is spot-on what I wanted to convey, I love you anon 😁

Thank you so much for this!! I hope I can write them again in the future ❤️