Haikyuu Wakatoshi - Blog Posts

Dad Ushijima - Headcanons

fluff, two daughters (10 y/o gap between them), mentions of sex, much love, no warnings

The man loves you and his daughters endlessly, no one could rip him away from his family

It felt like a dozen of white doves would greet him when your little daughter would jump into the bed to wake you both up, feeling at peace as he looks at her

"wake uuup~!" chimes from her, messy hair and her little chameleon plushie in her arm

Your husband looks at you with a tired smile, greeting you into a new day with a press from his hand in your intertwined hands

Tired footsteps from your elder daughter appear from the doorframe, a yawning haunting your teenage daughter

"she woke me up first.. So I said to her we'd make breakfast for you two"

You looked so proud to your both kids, slowly sitting up and leaning onto the board of the bed, your husband following the same steps

Your daughter brought two tablets onto your boths laps

Each of you having a tea, two toasts with marmalade and a fruit bowl in front of you

"and you both did that?" Ushijima asks, looking to his daughters with a loving gaze in his eyes

"yes yes! I made the fruity bowl for you!" said his little daughter proudly, falling into a crossed-legged position with her plush

You snickered lightly, looking at the 'fruits' in his bowl

Some big apple pieces, mandarins, a chopped carrot, chopped pieces of a peach and some little tomatos are visible in his bowl

Even your elder daughter had a little mischievous smile on her tired face, sitting on the side of your bed

But Ushijima loved the appreciation from his little daughter, rushing his big hand through her hair, covering her scalp

"that is so kind from you" he said in a calm tone, smiling lightly and starting to eat his 'fruit' bowl

Your elder daughter looked a bit perplexed to her father

But you just enjoy his smile

His smile went much more brighter as you started a family with him. In former days, he didn't even have a soft gaze on his face, only being a little less stiff from his usual behavior when he was with you alone

Your daughters were the whole peace for you two, sharing even more love in this family

Even at the lower times, when you and your teenage daughter had some various disagreements, Ushijima would try to always keep the peace between you, helping you to understand his daughter

Sometimes these both would even revel against you, but it was mostly loving to see the deep connection in the family

Your elder daughter is more of a daddy's girl, while your younger kid loves the affection and time you spend with her

Ushijima always gazes at you with a caring face when you lift up your daughter and snuggle

Your little nose kisses you give your kid and the charming laughter from his daughter, brings his heart to melt

He loves you even more everytime you do this

Ushijima then always plays with the thought to have a third baby, but you always could overrule him with the fact that your youngest daughter is still needing attention to grow up

The age difference between your kids is a bit large, being 10 years

But your daughters love each other and your elder kid even sometimes helps you out with her sister when you have stressful days

Sometimes when Ushijima helps out your teenager in math's and science, you see yourself sitting there, struggling with the instructions from your father

But because your daughter has the stubborness from you, it's a calming tutoring lesson, you wished you had too

You are so proud of Ushijima, always treating him with short kisses throughout the day

Sometimes when the time is on your side, you both make out in the bathroom or your bedroom, you having your struggles to silence yourself when he's whispering dirty things into your ear while he kisses your collarbone, his hands caressing your whole body with rough movements

It's hard to really have sex with him while you have a toddler in your house

but it's extra thrilling for Ushijima to treat you roughly in the night while you have to keep quiet, trying not to wake your kid next door

Eventually when you would be too stressed out and fall asleep on the couch, Ushijima plays with his little daughter in her room

When you wake up and wonder where your husband went, you'd always find him in the kids room, sitting next to your daughter and playing cars or puppets with encouragement

He is the definition of a perfect father in your eyes

When he gets home, your teenage daughter fist bumps his father causally, walking up the stairs to go to her room

Your younger daughter would geek and run up to him, cuddling his leg

His hand always always strokes through her hair

But when he turns around to you, his hands wrap around your waist, giving you a passionate kiss on your lips and a last little one on your forehead

It always brings your heart to melt, even though you get this every day

His daughters have a tricot of him and never giving them back

For you, he's the definition of a percent father

Sometimes even you want a father like him, getting all the love you deserve

But you already get it, the love he shares in this family, it's also for you, it comes from you

You both love your daughters endlessly

More than to the moon and back

Morning Routine [nsfw]

(Wakatoshi Ushijima x F!Reader)

a/n this is something i wrote and edited today in a single run >.< I wanted to release a haikyuu fluff fic for my tumblr debut but i was just possessed by something this morning and rolled outta bed and just typed this up hehe.. reblogs and comments appreciated!! i have like 12 unfinished works rn and i am busting my ass off to get those finished and published! please be on the lookout for more from me!

summary:: wakatoshi has a bad habit-- his morning routine revolves around you. more specifically, cumming to the sounds of you. warnings:: wakatoshi is highkey a creep/stalker but this fic is fluffy i promise music rec!:: 2fast by superm <AKA the song i listened to when writing> word count:: 1.9k

6:33 AM, the blinking clock reads. 

He doesn’t even need an alarm now. 

Silently, Wakatoshi rolls over, reaches over to his nightstand and grasps the two items he needs most– lube and toilet paper. 

Sighing, he sits himself up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, and, as if awaiting instructions, goes very, very still. 

In a way, he is waiting for orders. You just aren’t aware that you’re the one giving them. 

6:34 AM. A mere minute before you’re up and he can get started with his day. It doesn’t feel right, yet he can’t stop. Shaking his head, Wakatoshi shifts his weight around, impatient. 

I should stop. 

There it is. That nagging voice of reason that scolds him every morning. But really, at this point, he can’t function normally without you. 

There’s a certain amount of stress that comes with carrying the title of ace. All the papers praising his skills, cheering fangirls, and words of encouragement from coach only added to the ever growing expectations that people had for him. 

Luckily, when he was a senior in high school, Wakatoshi had discovered what best alleviates this pressure– not meditation, not Tendo’s comics, but sexual relief. 

Every morning, a quick handjob does the job, gets him into prime condition. He even checked with his primary doctor to ensure it’s safe and healthy to release everyday– “you’ll be fine, Wakatoshi, as long as you don’t consume too much porn,” the old man had advised kindly. 

He took the doctor’s words to heart– since he had discovered this method of relief, Wakatoshi had never viewed porn. Some of his teammates laughed at him when they found out he almost religiously avoids it, but he doesn’t want to contaminate his brain with potentially intrusive or disturbing visions. His imagination has always been enough, after all. 

Until he met you.

In a way, you’re both a blessing and a curse– probably the latter, he admits to himself. Because since he’d met you months ago, the only thing that’s been able to get him up is you. 

He’s never slept so well, his skin has never looked so clear, and, most importantly, his condition on court has never been better. He’s considered the possibility of you being a goddess, or possibly his guardian angel and can only rule those out with the fact that you, like him, masturbate. 

More accurately, masturbate. Every. Single. Morning. 

Then he hears it. The first soft moan. Wakatoshi glances at the time– 6:37 AM. You’re getting a slightly late start today. 

No matter. He lifts his hips, gently rolls down his gray sweats to his lower thigh. He’s already hard. He doesn’t even have to touch himself now to get excited. Your quiet voice and the thoughts of you are enough.

Poor you. You’re unaware that despite residing in a luxurious, single-person room reserved for school athletes, the walls are criminally thin. 

Wakatoshi pops open the lid of the lube, squirting a glob into his warm hand. He throws aside the bottle, barely registering as it bounces off the bed, only intent on listening into the sounds of you and your body. 

When he first grasps his cock, he has to hold back a groan. Despite it being an everyday routine, he still feels the same surge of pleasure as when he first started this nasty habit months ago. 

You're breathing slightly more heavily now, and he hears the sounds of your fingers inserting and exiting your body at a familiar pace. He follows along, carefully stroking up and down. 

He wonders where you’ve learned this from, because you always go at the perfect pace. Somedays, you go slower, teasing yourself, pausing just before you orgasm, but it’s always. 

It’s always exactly what he needs.

God. He knows this is wrong, even as he pumps faster with his left hand to keep up with your quick fingers. It feels so good. 

Next door, you’re beginning to let out soft cries.

He presses his thumb against the tip, holding back a moan of his own as he envisions you jerking him off. 

He’s seen your hand before– extra soft from being in gloves for multiple hours daily as a fencer. 

Thinking about your sport has him thinking about his, and now he’s back to thinking about how wrong this is. But he can’t help it, he’s already tried to give it up once– yielding horrible results. 

The day he held back and skipped a morning fap session with you was also the hardest day of his life. He had found himself unable to focus in lecture, especially grumpy towards Tendo’s typically bearable antics, and worst of all, all his hits were off. 

“Your schedule must be off,” his captain had said, casually tossing a ball high into the air.

“Bad sleep? Rough morning?” 

Wakatoshi had blinked at him wordlessly, wondering how the tall setter had guessed accurately. 

“It’s fine,” the third-year had reassured him, “just get back on track tomorrow.”

With that, Wakatoshi had found himself ‘back on track,’ masturbating with– no, to you– every morning. 

You’re moaning out loud now, almost whimpering. His cock pulses in his hands, veins bulging, growing hotter and heavy. Fuck, he just wants to see you right now. Your cute face, your sexy neck, gorgeous arms... 

He can almost see it now– your smooth thighs shaking and twisting as your small hands would grasp your pillow. He’d make you feel so good, he just knows it. He’d lean against you, kiss your neck and ear before whispering how good you are, how you’re making him cum, how much he loves you! 

You’d cum, and he wouldn’t stop. He’d want to see your eyes roll back over and over again, and he’d memorize every inch of your face.

Wakatoshi holds back another groan. His fisted hand feels so good against his cock, especially as it imagines it’s your tight pussy. 

Contrary to what Tendo believes (the only one to know about this bad habit) it wasn’t just your soft moans and quiet gasps that had him clenching his sheets as he lifted his hips.

He had long fallen for you, since you had first locked eyes with him in the long hallway. 

There was something about you. The way you always smile up at him gently– not in the way that other girls smile at him, as if they want something (usually his number)– but a genuine smile, eyes crinkling slightly.  

This unexpected attraction was only exacerbated when you sat next to him at the first-years’ dinner party. You smelled so fucking good and listened to his words with actual interest, asking him about his family and laughing at his lame jokes.

Unfortunately, he was also scared. 

He had heard about the countless rejections you’d dished out since the first day of university. 

Despite his perceived sexual ignorance, Wakatoshi knew everything there was to know– he was popular, too, in his own right. Tall and lean, there were girls throwing themselves on him left and right. 

But he only wanted you. 

Today, he must be extra stressed (especially with that upcoming psychology exam that he hasn’t studied for yet) because he’s so, so close, yet can’t seem to finish. 

Fine then. 

He leans over, grabs his cell phone. He only does this in emergency cases, which occurs about once or twice a month. 

Swiping up, he’s greeted by his photo gallery, opened the night prior for this cause. 

In his locked gallery awaits dozens of photos of you. 

Obviously none were taken by him! 

Wakatoshi’s a creep, but one with manners and boundaries. 

This gallery is cluttered with headshots of you from the school’s official website, silly photos of you that were sent into the college athlete’s group chat, and his favorite– photos of you from your close friend who sells them to him at fair prices, starting at $10 minimum. 

None are suggestive. But they still rile him up, maybe because the only connection he has with you is through your early morning activities. 

Wakatoshi desperately taps on the newest picture he bought for $40, quadruple the usual price– he can hear your breath hitching, and he knows you’re almost done. 

He wants to finish with you so bad. 

He was going to save this picture for next week, when he knows you’ll be gone for the fencing nationals and he’ll have to cum without you for an entire miserable, dreadful, god-forsaken week–

but he doesn’t care now. Nothing matters. 

It’s a glorious photo– when he heard your friend had it, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and demanded a price. 

You. On the beach. Under an umbrella. Lying on a purple towel.

He had paid an extra ten dollars for the motion picture– so he could watch you go from ass up onto your back, breasts jiggling and cheeky smirk in full action.

That’s enough. 

He holds his fist tight–one more pump and he’s finished, but he wants to make sure you’re cumming first– and he hears it– to his relief, you’re moaning and whispering– “‘m cumming!” 

Yeah, he’s cumming too. His hips lift again, and he drags his closed fist downwards against his wet cock. His vision blurs. 

“Fuck!” 

He can’t help it, today’s orgasm is especially strong, taking control of his full body. He’s shaking, mind barely in control as he continues to slowly pump to ride out the whole orgasm. After all, that’s what you’d do, right? You’d keep riding him, even as he finished and begged you to stop. 

Thank God we came together.

Sometimes, you bait him. More often than he likes, you switch it up, holding yourself back and not allowing yourself to cum before masturbating all over again for an even more powerful orgasm. Those days suck– when he’s already softening, cum all over his large hands, and you’re still going. 

He hears your bed squeak, and he sighs– as soon as it starts, it’s already over.

6:45 AM, his phone reads. Wakatoshi tosses it aside.

Thankfully, he had pulled his phone away in time, avoiding tainting the device with his release. A few times a month, he gets careless and cums onto an open picture of you, causing him to have to run through his shower extra fast so he can leave time to wipe down the device.

Rolling off the bed, he heads towards the shower leisurely. It’s also become a part of his routine to time his shower. It makes him feel even more intimately connected to you. 

Wakatoshi’s grateful you take long showers– you’ve never taken less than 24 minutes to shower, typically, they last about 34 minutes on average. That gives him the time to jump out first and wait to exit his room at the same time you depart from yours. 

Under the heat of warm water, he’s usually consumed with thoughts of you, impossible thoughts, like maybe you know. 

The wall between you and him is equally thin, and your hearing may be as equally good as his…

Maybe you know, and you like masturbating with him. 

And then, just as a precaution, he douses himself with cold water at the end of his shower, and those thoughts dissipate with the steam escaping towards the vent. 

Like everyday, Wakatoshi laces his shoes, sprays on his favorite cologne (that your friend claims you like) and inhales, bracing himself to see you. 

As he hears your feet shuffle, he pushes his door open first, stepping out into the warm hallway.

“Good morning, Wakatoshi!” You greet, eyes brightening. He nods, gulping. That’s an acceptable form of greeting, right?

As the two of you walk towards the elevator in silence, Wakatoshi can’t help but hope that this morning routine won’t be coming to a stop anytime soon. 

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a/n and that's a wrap :,) i really hope you liked and sorry the ending is highkey shit LOL as i kept editing i kept adding and removing more and more and honestly that's kind of my biggest weakness:: i'm never satisfied with my work and i'm scared ppl won't like it ... but i'm trying to overcome that!

Ushijima edit 😌💞

Note: There are some that are fanart so those fanart belongs to who created them. If you know the artist let me know!

☕️Song: Thrift Shop by Macklemore

not gonna lie. been thinking about writing a ushijima drabble or smth

like staying home and dancing in the kitchen with him. know what i mean?

❪ HAIKYUU <3 ❫  ❮  just things ! ⟡ ↳ bokuto, ushijima, kageyama

| just random thoughts for haikyuu boyss

❪ Bokuto ❫

- You don’t know how much he is ready to sacrifice everything for you. You know that he loves you, yet you remain oblivious at the fact that he would willingly kneel and let himself be wrapped around your pretty finger. Bokuto will worship you, despite doing actions any normal person would do, but in his eyes, you are like an angel

- He wonders what he must’ve done to be blessed by God, receiving a gift directly from the heavens: you, you, you. 

- No matter what, even if his smiles change into a line, wether the impossible becomes possible, or if there would ever be a day all things go downhill, he will, and most certainly, will continue loving you.

❪ Ushijima ❫

- quiet. Ushijima Wakatoshi barely speaks, and his team knows that, perhaps it was better to keep his mouth shut instead of talking about such irrelevant topics. But then you came in, with that personality of yours, enough for him to spout nonsense without a care

- you brought out this side of him, the more open and talkative side of the stoic captain, most times you even become surprised that he leads the conversation instead of you, despite knowing that he is the silent one in the relationship

- Regardless of being known as frightening, all eyes widen when they notice the same man they whispered about being scary is holding you with his strong arms, nuzzling his nose on your hair with a soft smile as he made it clear how much he loves you, he doesn’t care about the people who watch

- “I love you, I love you... I love you, Y/n.” 

❪ Kageyama ❫

- Whipped. Even just at the starting stage of having you as his crush, he is ready to give all of his effort to woo you. Buying two milk packets, claiming those two to be his yet one passerby will see it being on your table after a few minutes

- He may or may not have taken those bad advices from Nishinoya and Tanaka to heart, acting all smug towards you, even claiming to not remember your name in spite of being in the same class everyday, even being locker mates

- In the end, Kageyama turns back into his blushing and stuttering self the moment you initiate those sweet gestures he hoped he could do even if you two are alone

- It doesn’t matter if you are still his crush, or his girlfriend, his love for you never dies. Jackets always being lended to you the moment he notices you get cold, carrying you when he sees your feet start to ache from walking, all those gentlemen gestures never fail to appear in your everyday life

- Maybe, just maybe... He might even devote his life to you until his eyes open to see you walk on the isle with a smile on your face