#ushijima x reader

[brooksviolin]

Knight! Ushijima x fem! princess! reader

Part 1 of ??

Wc: 1.5k

Cw: fluff some angst(if you squint), slightly suggestive, happy/ambiguous ending! Enjoy!! :3

[not proofread don’t hate me]

A/n: ’m so sorry but this is taking me so long to write life is throwing haymakers my way so I’m gonna release it in pieces😔🫩

Walking down the steps of the grand staircase, you can’t help but feel confused. Being summoned by your father so suddenly like this left you wondering what could be of such importance. You pass beautiful portraits of family members you couldn’t name (much to the chagrin of your tutor) and paintings depicting wars with stories of great conquest. “You summoned me Father?” When you step off the staircase onto a satin rug. Your Father, the king, was sat tall and proud upon his throne, though you would be a fool to miss the scrunch in his brow. “Yes my daughter come sit” he gestured to your throne beside his.

One scan of the room would reveal the opulence of your family and kingdom as a whole. Tall stone pillars connecting to pointed arches in the ceiling, stained glass and rose windows cascading down just below the buttresses. Statues could be see just outside the threshold along with a lavish garden, your favorite place to roam.

“My daughter there is something we must discuss” you turn your head to him, brow arching. “There has been a rise in coups, my dear. Nobles and royalty alike are being attacked, some even in the square. Thus you are to be fitted with a guard, one that will keep you safe.” Your smile drops, eyes widening before quickly schooling your expression. “What? But why? Do I truly need to father? I am not a child.” He lets out a sigh before his expression switches to authority. “You have no say in this. You will get a guard. He is one of the best in our army.”

Upset? Angry? There were many words to describe how you felt as you briskly rose from your throne and stormed off your fathers faint yelling in the background. You quickly run into the courtyard, bumping into someone throwing you down onto the ground, you look up, seeing a man in armor sin his helmet which is clutched under his arm. He looked taken aback as you analyzed his face, tan skin, olive two toned hair, tall figure with muscles peeking just below his armor plating, and those stern eyes that met yours for a split second before he quickly kneeled down, his hand outstretched.

You're quick to accept his hand. He pulls you up and quickly bows “my deepest apologies princess.” You brush your skirt off and before you can apologize, your father appears behind you. “Ah there you are! A tad late it seems.” Ushijima is quick to bow before your father is quick to shake his head, Ushijima is quick to stand up. The King turns to you before gesturing towards him “this is Ushijima Wakatoshi he shall be your guardian, he will be at your side at all times, understood?” His tone gives way that this decision is final.

“Yes father” you bite your lip, completely upset.

“Do you have to follow me everywhere?” Walking down the halls you can’t help but feel his tall figure following behind you. You stop walking and tilt your head back towards him awaiting a response only to get nothing but a grunt. It’s been like this the past month. He’d follow you around everywhere. The dining room, your room, the courtyard, everywhere. Not that you minded him, he was pleasant, calm, grounding at times. It was a matter of principle. You hated feeling like you were being coddled, like you were a child.

“Do you ever speak?” You bite back a scoff. “Only when it’s important.”

It wasn’t all bad, mornings spent in the courtyard reading, his quiet presence calming. Visits to the seamstress where you step out from behind a curtain giving a little twirl and curtsey, asking his thoughts on the dress. Him being as blunt as he is being the most helpful. Your favorite though, is when you take a stroll into the garden. Walking side by side, arms brushing you pointing at flowers and giggling at his blunt explanations

“What about this one?” You pointed at the edelweiss, he looked at them then at you. “Deep courage and rugged endurance.” Then at the peony growing nearby “healing and renewal.” You took a few steps and lightly toyed with the stem of a yarrow. “This one?” He thinks for a second “healing and protection” then you stumble upon a lavender rose. You make quick work of plucking it and turn to him. Standing on your toes you tuck it behind his ear. “There! Look at you” you giggled, turning away from him. Ushijima turned to the side and looked at the nearby pond. He could see the flower you so delicately tucked behind his ear, but he could also feel his heart racing. A blush raising up his neck mostly covered by his armor.

What you seemed unaware of was that lavender roses symbolize love at first sight. That fresh, dreamy new beginning of love that is oh so rare to attain. “Ushi? My knight?” That nickname too. What started as a joke in an attempt to get a reaction out of him blossomed into something much more to him. What was once a duty grew to be a moment of calm and tranquility, with you. Seeing you smile through this conflict put a small smile on his usually cold face.

“Come onnn! It’ll be fun!” You tug at his arm, pulling him towards the pier. You wanted to have a day on the lake and of course, as your knight Ushijima had to come along not that you minded, at least then. Now you were standing just before the pier, sun beating down on you, your feet digging into the mud with each pull. “I don’t think so princess it’s dangerous” he scans the surroundings before looking back at you, his expression unyielding.

“Dangerous?” You also look around and all you see is children playing in the water and a couple of men in boats. You can hear faint laughter from where you’re standing. “It’s just some kids!” Ushijima sighs and gives a brisk nod. He offers his arm to you. “Just watch your step my lady.” Your hand wraps firmly against his bicep and nod at him giving him the go ahead to lead the way.

Once you reach the end of the pier you let go and whistle. “There’s one left, how lucky!” He’s quick to inspect the boat. It’s a simple, quaint little boat. He stepped in and offered you a hand, you take it but trip on your way down. The boat rocked a bit, but he was quick to steady you. His hands stayed on your hips until the rocking subsided. “Thank you Ushi! Now let’s go!” You sit down and watch him as he rows the boat, left then right. A smile spreads along your lips as you come up with an idea.

You wait just a second longer before you lurch to the side making it seem as if you were going to jump in. Ushijima, whose expression was just as stoic as usual, is now panicked. He immediately stopped rowing and moved to grab you. Unbeknownst to him in his moment of panic, the sudden movement sent the boat too far to the side, causing it to flip over, and the two of you to fall into the water. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. Thankfully he didn’t row too deep into the lake, because now you rest upon his chest arms still wrapped tightly around his neck. You pull your head away to examine him and the sight you’re met with is one that would make a nun blush.

His white shirt was now transparent, exposing his tanned broad shoulders and ripped muscles, the veins on his neck leading to the delicious slope of his chest your hands now rested on, his arms that gripped your hips so firmly flexed, veins and muscles hard you wanted to take a bite. water dropping off of you and onto him, leaving trails. you would’ve thought he was a Greek god. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your dress now hiked up and covered in mud but that didn’t matter right now. You were blushing so hard you couldn’t tell if it was from the heat or the sight before you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, trying so hard to leap out of your throat and your hands that were pressed firmly to his chest were itching to roam. You didn't know what to do with yourself. You already liked him. He was so calm, so grounding. Always there to help but never overbearing. But to see him like this, in this new light? It felt so overwhelming.

“My princess, are you hurt?”

You were speechless. All you could do was nod aggressively. He sits up, wrapping his hand around your waist, standing up and making sure you’re okay before nodding himself. He offered you a hand,

“Shall we check out the boardwalk? You seemed to ogle at the displays my lady.” You never jumped on something so quick.

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[moviecritc]

your boyfriend, ushijima wakatoshi, is an absolute unit of a man ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ and he doesn't even realize!

cw: none! pure fluff, art by Freaka_LoonyZ

He has this habit of appearing in your house after dinner, hair wild from the wind and jacket half off when you open the door for him. The first times he did it, he used to text you beforehand, a short message that sounded more like a warning than a simple "Can I come over?" and before you could answer, he's already knocking at your door. Now he just appears unannounced, usually around 9 p.m, you've thought about giving him a spare key so you don't have to get up every time he's there, but that probably will freak him out.

After you open the door with a lazy smile, he bows his head a little as a greeting, always asking you if he may step inside. Then it's always the same routine, he takes off his shoes, jacket and t-shirt and follows you to your bed without saying a word. Sometimes he searches for your hand to guide him through your apartment, sometimes he doesn't.

You lay in bed first, getting comfortable under the sheets and then it's Ushijima's time to accommodate himself next to you. His cuddling positions also vary, today, he decided to fully drop himself on top of you like a dead weight.

"Hi," he mutters, hiding his face on your neck.

"Hi, baby. How was your day?" you ask him softly, threading your nails in his soft hair.

"Mmm." Good. After more than a year of dating, you perfectly understand the translations of whatever syllables he mutters when he's tired.

You smile into his hair, leaving a kiss on top of his head. He squirmed a little, pressing his hands in your sides, which means that he's blushing now and he's not lifting his head until the redness of his face is gone.

"Did you miss me today?" you say, trying to hide the smile on your face as you keep playing with the short hairs at his neck.

"Mhm." Yes.

"I missed you too, you didn't text me all day." You tug on his hair, knowing damn well that it doesn't hurt him at all, but it's enough to tease him.

"Sorry," he mumbles, leaving a soft kiss behind your ear as an apology like he always does when he messes something up with you.

You giggle, scratching his back. "I wasn't angry, Toshi, jus' joking."

"Oh." You didn't even realize he was tense until he relaxes again, letting his whole weight press over your body.

Some minutes pass, you ask him soft questions and he intertwines his hand with yours at some point, he mumbles something so you keep scratching his back. It's all so calm and simple, and suddenly, you start to be uncomfortable.

The problem with your boyfriend is that he's huge. He knows he's tall but he doesn't know that he's strong as well, that he takes up space. Right now, his feet are dangling off the bed while he's fully on top of you, restricting your breathing. You think about a way of telling him to not get him pouty.

"Toshi," you whisper after kissing his temple again, now you have him flustered there's no way he's going to get sad. "You're crushing me."

"No." And he buries himself deeper into your neck, if that's possible.

Oh, great!

"Baby, you are. You're heavy," you say slowly, pushing lightly with one of your hands because he has the other locked with his forever.

"I'm not heavy."

You blink, biting down a laugh. Is he gaslighting you on accident? You shift under him again, but it's like trying to move a breathing wall. His chest presses so solidly against yours that each breath you take feels smaller than the last.

"Toshi," you try once more, keeping your tone light and sweet, fingers still tangled in his hair. "Baby, I can't breathe properly. You're gonna turn me into a pancake."

He makes a tiny sound in the back of his throat, in complete denial that he is that heavy, and nuzzles closer. His hand squeezes yours a little tighter, thumb brushing circles over your skin. It's so gentle it almost makes you forget how heavy he actually is.

You smile softly against his temple, pressing another kiss there. "If you don't move a tiny bit, I'm gonna die of drowning right here in my own bed."

That does it.

Ushijima goes completely still for a second, the words take a moment to sink in, then he lifts his head just enough for you to catch the wide-eyed look on his face. His cheeks are still faintly pink from earlier, but now there's a flash of real worry there. Without another word, he pushes himself up with those strong arms, careful not to jostle you too much, and rolls all the way to the very edge of the bed.

The sudden rush of cool air on your chest makes you inhale deep and you can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles up. He's lying there on his side now, as far away as he can get without falling off, one arm hanging awkwardly off the mattress. His hair is even messier than when he arrived, sticking up in every direction and he won't quite meet your eyes.

"Sorry," he mutters, it sounds so small coming from someone his size. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Your heart melts right there. You turn toward him, reaching out to tug gently at his wrist until he scoots just a little closer. Not enough to crush you again, but close enough that you can trace your fingers along his jaw.

"Come back here," you whisper, soft as a secret. "You didn't hurt me. I just needed some air, that's all. You're my favorite weighted blanket, even if you're too good at it sometimes."

He finally glances at you, the awkward furrow between his brows softening. Slowly, letting him test the waters, he shifts back toward the middle of the bed. His hand finds yours again and he carefully brings it up to press a shy kiss to your knuckles.

You pull him in until your noses brush. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"Mm," he hums, the sound vibrating between you. His free hand comes up to rest lightly on your waist, thumb stroking the edge of your shirt. "Me too."

a/n: don't ask me why but he was such a complicated character to figure out. thank you @fancy-possum for helping me with this<33

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[lumissandbox]

great news gang. beating writers block by writing another ushijima fic thats basically just my yumeship lore but with a reader pov. um. really bringing a whole new meaning to writing for myself/ self indulgent fic.

[sugarwarachan]

ushijima gets a reputation for not reciprocating oral because he's too afraid to ask how to do it and he refuses to learn from porn. he thinks he's being obvious that he'd like to know, he just simply doesn't know how, but he's a hard guy to read.

you notice though. you don't mind teaching him how to eat pussy if the price is this gigantic man's shoulders holding your thighs open, one thumb resting on the hood of your clit.

"here?" his tongue darts out. his hands tighten around your hips when you roll up to meet him. his voice is gruff when he speaks next. "you must like that, then."

he's awkward sometimes, too messy in others. he barely talks to you, stops just often enough to get instructions, but you never once doubt how much he likes eating you out.

"add a finger, 'toshi." you've never gotten over how thick his fingers are, how one of them will make you clench. it's nice how immediately he obeys, watching the digit sink into you with something akin to awe.

he looks up at you, chin shining. "this doesn't mean i have to stop tasting you, does it?"

how he got this reputation, you'll never know. he nuzzles into your palm when you card through his hair.

"keep going until you tire yourself out, big guy."

famous last words. he's gentle the first time, teasing out an orgasm like he's afraid to hurt you. the second and third time—because he likes to be thorough in his learning—he learns how to make you squirt, a somewhat evil glint in his eyes when he sees how intensely he can make you cum.

[nvllette]

one of the perks of being the manager for the shiratorizawa boys’ volleyball team is that aside from handling important matches, schedules, and deadlines, you also have access to all their keys.

the keys to the locker room, for instance. you make sure to collect the keys from the captain, ushijima, promptly after their practice ends, the thumping of the ball and the shouts of the players serving as background noise while you idly scroll through instagram or read a manga on your phone.

one of the other perks is that since practice often ends late, ushijima always offers to stay behind until you lock up the gymnasium and the locker room and walk you home. it’s dark, he tells you, and your house is right next to his, and he’s been walking you home since you were kids and you jumped his garden fence. why should any of that change now?

“someday, we’re going to get caught,” you say breathlessly, raking your hands through ushijima’s hair. he has you braced between his arms, your back against the wall. his mouth is sweet and warm, though he’s hardly this forthcoming with anyone else.

perhaps a bit too forthcoming with how he kisses you, his mouth hard and insistent against yours.

“it’s not like you care much, anyway,” he says, pulling back. “and if you don’t care, then neither do i.”

you hum in agreement. “yeah. guess i’ve waited too long.”

he’s too tall, you decide, so you duck out from underneath his arms and grab his hand, pulling him along with you. ushijima, however, is impatient. he turns you around with a hand on your shoulder that he then slides to the back of your head and into your hair, cradling your face as he captures your lips with his once more. he swallows your gasp and moves you backward. the locker room is dim—for all your talk, you really don’t want your relationship with the captain to become the next piece of gossip that’s passed around at school.

you stumble over a bag someone accidentally left behind on the floor, but ushijima steadies you with a hand on your waist. he kicks it aside—shirabu’s, maybe—and nearly bumps his shoulder on the cabinet by your left. all the while, his lips are on yours and his hands are all over you, and all you can do is moan and gasp and trust him not to let you fall.

ushijima backs you to the edge of a table, breaking the kiss just to say, “hop on.”

you do, and bring your arms around his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso. “someone’s needy today.”

“can’t help it,” ushijima says, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. his voice is filled with adoration, a tender thing that only you are privy to. “you distracted me so much today.”

“oh, yeah?”

“don’t be smug,” he grumbles, and kisses you again, and you forget what you were going to say, because his mouth is sweet and his hands are warm. you consider your argument won.

ushijima wakatoshi x #45. kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed for @lumissandbox.

[sun-wooz]

ＢＡＫＥＲ ＧＩＲＬ - Does Ushijima Have a Girlfriend?

It was late, Ushijima had just dropped you off at home, and you were finally settling in for the night when a soft knock at the door spooked you.

Of course, you checked the peephole before opening up the door for someone in the middle of the night, you weren't stupid. But to your surprise it was Ushijima at the door.

"What are you doing back here? Did you lose something?"

"Yn" he spoke a bit out of breath as if he ran here. "Would you be my girlfriend"

Shocked isn't even the right word for how you feel when those words leave his mouth. It took you a moment to process which only made him more uncomfortable.

"I would like that" you finally say watching as his face lights up, which is only a small smile.

"May I come in?"

☕︎ finally, I dont know why this took me so much longer then the other ones but im so close to the end

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[ginnykun]

hellooo ! can i ask for another ushijima headcanon? but this time with female reader and their first kid coming to his game? THANK YOU SO MUCHHH !

AAAAAAA I LOOOOOVE THIS!! YESYESYES

ushijima wakatoshi:

𓂃⋆.˚ when the season schedule comes out, he quietly circles one particular match on the calendar. it’s not because it’s against a strong opponent or because it’s an important championship. it’s because your doctor told the two of you that’s probably when your daughter will finally be old enough to safely come watch one of his games. he never mentions it again, but every now and then he’ll glance at that date while getting ready for practice.

𓂃⋆.˚ on the morning of the match, he tries to convince himself it’s just another game. he’s played in world championships, olympics and sold-out arenas with tens of thousands of people watching him. none of those have made him nervous the way today does. while tying his shoes, he catches himself wondering if the arena will be too loud for her tiny ears, whether she’ll get scared by the cheering or if she’ll even recognize him on the court.

𓂃⋆.˚ before leaving the house, he kneels beside the baby carrier where your daughter is happily chewing on one of her socks. he gently fixes the little bow in her hair that somehow already became crooked.

you smile.

“she’s going to pull it out again in five minutes.”

he nods seriously. “…probably.” then he fixes it anyway.

𓂃⋆.˚ during warm-ups, he keeps accidentally looking toward the family section. not enough to lose focus, but just enough that one of his teammates notices.

“looking for someone?”

ushijima doesn’t even hesitate. “my wife…and my daughter.”

the way he says my daughter is so natural, yet it still feels wonderfully new on his tongue.

𓂃⋆.˚ when you finally walk into the arena carrying your little girl, she’s wearing the tiniest national team jersey imaginable with “ushijima” printed across the back. it’s several sizes too big, the sleeves almost covering her hands completely.

from the opposite side of the court, ushijima spots the jersey immediately. his entire expression softens just enough that everyone who knows him notices.

𓂃⋆.˚ after the match starts, your daughter doesn’t understand volleyball in the slightest. every time the crowd suddenly erupts into cheers, she startles a little before looking around with huge curious eyes.

eventually she decides clapping is fun, so she claps at completely random moments.

somebody serves.

clap clap clap.

timeout.

clap clap clap.

the referee blows the whistle.

absolutely delighted.

clap clap clap.

you laugh so hard you’re barely watching the game anymore.

𓂃⋆.˚ after scoring a particularly difficult point, ushijima instinctively looks toward the stands. he’s looking for the two of you. and there you are, smiling at him while your daughter is enthusiastically waving both arms in absolutely no particular direction.

he gives the tiniest wave back before returning to position.

the cameras barely catch it but you obviously do.

𓂃⋆.˚ after the final whistle, instead of celebrating for very long, ushijima politely excuses himself from his teammates and heads straight toward the family section.

your daughter immediately reaches both little arms toward him.

“…dadaaaa! da da!”

it’s still one of the only words she knows. he melts every single time.

𓂃⋆.˚ he carefully lifts her into his arms, still sweaty from the match.

“wakatoshi,” you laugh. “you’re covered in sweat.”

he freezes. “…right.”

before he can hand her back, your daughter grabs his face with both tiny hands, then plants the sloppiest little baby kiss on his cheek.

everyone around him starts laughing but ushijima just stands there, completely still, because he’s fairly certain his heart has just stopped functioning.

𓂃⋆.˚ interviews afterward become everyone’s favorite part. “congratulations on the win. anything you’d like to say?”

normally he’d give a calm answer about teamwork or training. today, however, his eyes drift toward where you’re still standing with your daughter balanced on your hip.

“i’m happy they were here. …i wanted my daughter to see what i love.” then, after thinking for a second, he quietly adds, “…although i’m not sure she watched much volleyball.”

the camera immediately cuts to your little girl, who’s currently trying to steal your accreditation badge and chew on it.

the interview goes insanely viral.

𓂃⋆.˚ years later, when she’s old enough to actually understand the game, she’ll ask him if he remembers her first match.

he’ll nod immediately. “of course.”

“you don’t even remember what you ate yesterday.”

“that’s true, but i remember looking into the crowd after my first point and seeing your mother holding you while you were clapping at absolutely nothing.”

he smiles, that small, warm smile reserved almost exclusively for the two of you.

“it was the happiest match i’ve ever played.”

𓂃⋆.˚ despite all the trophies lining the shelves of your home, despite every medal and every title he’d ever earned, that memory of seeing his wife and tiny daughter in the stands for the very first time would always be the one victory he treasured most.

[orquideaamor]

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