#ushijima wakatoshi
waveoftheocean · 2 days ago
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so excited to finally post my full piece for @hqscrapbookzine!! (i also like to call this my "how many characters can i fit onto one canvas before i McFreaking Lose It" piece 😂) wish i could've included suna in the national team group photo but i didn't find out that he was on the team until it was too late 😭😭
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aominology · 21 hours ago
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↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ angst ↳ feat. oikawa, ushijima & atsumu ↳ parts: one :: two
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“ma’am?” the waitress who’s been checking on you walks up to your table for the nth time that night. from the sympathetic smile on her face, you already know what she’s about to say. “we really need the table, so if you’re not going to order anything…” her voice trails off, averting eye contact and chooses to look at the menus sitting on the edge of the table, just where she left them when she first showed you to the table.
“i understand,” you smile politely, bringing your small purse closer to you. “sorry for the wait.”
“no, no, we’re, i’m sorry for…” she begins stammering, embarrassed – maybe more embarrassed than you are – about the ordeal.
“have a good night!” you give the nice waitress a winning smile, appearing unfazed about being stood up on. but your eyes tell all.
it doesn’t help that it’s raining out. your heels click against the damp pavement and rain patters against the top of your umbrella as you attempt to hail a cab over. after your second attempt, you smile warmly at the driver who pulls in front of you.
returning home, you’re not surprised at the dimness and silence you hear. oikawa’s been busy at long practices for weeks now. you can’r recall the last time you’ve sat and had a proper meal with him. well, tonight was supposed to be an attempt at that but… he never showed.
you slip off your heels and leave them near the entrance, padding your feet in the direction of your bedroom. stripping yourself from the gorgeous dress you’d spent hours shopping online for, you settle into your ratty pajamas and white fluffy slippers. 
at the rumble of your stomach, you frown with a sigh. 
cup noodles, it is then.
it’s meanwhile you’re picking at the styrofoam cup with a spoon that oikawa bursts through the door.
“hey tooru,” you murmur a greeting, without bothering to look up at the man, knowing he’ll just make the sinking feeling in your heart worse than it already is.
“baby, i’m so sorry,” oikawa quickly rushes to you, kneeling in front of your sat figure at the kitchen table, taking your hands from the cheap meal. oikawa frowns at the sight of it. “i…i totally forgot.”
“it’s okay,” you sigh, pushing yourself from the table and standing up, making oikawa drop your hands. “how was practice?”
“y/n…” he trails off, nibbling his lip. 
this isn’t the first time oikawa’s flaked out on a date. hell, in the past few months, he’s flaked out on at least two. and those times he did, man, did he hear your wrath.
“it was humiliating!”
“why didn’t you call me?”
“everybody was staring at me!”
but now, here you were, dejected about it all. oikawa almost wants you to yell at him instead.
“y/n,” he tries again, reaching for your hands but they’re occupied holding the cup you’re walking over to the trash to throw out.
“i’m heading to bed. it’s been a long day.”
“i’m sorry!” he apologizes at your turned away figure walking toward the bedroom.
“yeah,” you hum, chuckling dryly. “aren’t you always.”
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ushijima is a hard worker in everything he sets his mind to. he was a hard worker in school, and an especially hard worker when it came to being on court. as a boyfriend, though, there are some doubts that swirl in the far back of your mind.
you love your boyfriend, you do. some would call him aloof, rarely matching your energy when you gush about something your excited about or when you tug his arm on one of your days out shopping. but there a warmth in his eyes, albeit a twinkle, that only you can see during those moments.
“can you please wait a few more minutes?” there’s optimism in your tone as you ask the waiter, who looks rather exhausted with his job. or maybe it’s just you he’s exhausted with… this is his third visit to your table, after all.
“i’m sorry miss, but it’s been thirty minutes. you need to give up the table.”
“my boyfriend is just running a little late, that’s all,” you mumble firmly as you twist the fabric napkin on your lap between your manicured fingers, maybe to convince yourself. maybe if you speak it into existence enough, it’ll make the fact true. ushijima is just running a little late. he’s racing through traffic at that moment, just to sit in the seat across yours.
“again, i’m sorry miss, but the restaurant’s policy says to give up the table exceeding thirty minutes without order.”
“oh,” you sigh glumly, shoulders drooping in defeat.
of course a fancy restaurant like this one would have that sort of policy, it only took months for you to snag the reservation at the popular establishment.
you gather your belongings and tuck them under your arm and stand from the table. couples all around stare at you with either perplexed expressions, or just plain pitiful ones. you hated being pitied for.
you leave the restaurant with a quickness, walking through the parking lot, searching for your car among fancy, expensive cars parked. only when you settle into your car, does your tight lipped facade drop.
you sigh, frown pulling your cheeks downward, as you drive in silence back to your home. when you reach your home, you head straight for the bathroom and get the bath ready.
while you bathe, you look over at your phone, in case your boyfriend happened to text you back but ti no avail.
ushijima usually silenced his phone while he was at practice so it isn’t very surprising to receive no answer from him. still, you thought he would’ve remember your date by now.
hours later, ushijima steps inside your home, dropping his keys on the hook near the door and shuffles out of his shoes, taking note of your heels at the foot of the door. his resting frown deepens further at the recollection of your planned night.
he walks swiftly to your bedroom, opening the door and his eyebrows crease in regret at the sight; you’ve already gone to bed.
you never go to bed without saying good night to him first.
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“atsumu,” you seethe into the phone, trying to remain as quiet as possible in the restaurant. “where are you!?”
“‘m practicing,” he drawls through the phone, tone sounding too casual for your liking. “why?”
“what do you mean, why? we have a date!”
“oh, right,” he sighs. “i forgot about that…”
“they’re asking me to give up the table.” your lip is caught between your teeth as his words, as blunt as they came out, strike into your heart. he forgot?
“i wouldn’t make it in time,” he mumbles. you half expect an apology from him but he quickly perks up. “hey, how ‘bout you just order my usual and bring it to me as leftovers i’ll eat when i get home?”
your lips part in shock at his request. he wanted you to continue the date… all alone?”
“atsumu, you can’t be ser-”
“crap, gotta go babe. i’ll see ‘ya later!”
he has the audacity.
with a newfound pride, you sit back and call the waiter over, ready to give your order.
it’s nine o’clock when atsumu comes home and your cuddled on the couch, watching whatever rerun you could find that you found appealing.
“i’m home!”
you only avert your gaze when atsumu begins rubbing his hands together as he makes his way to the refrigerator in anticipation. opening the door, he looks at the inside expectantly, only to furrow his brows in confusion.
“y/n? where’s the food?”
“hm? oh, i didn’t have leftovers so i didn’t bring any.”
“i said to order my meal, too!” he whines, turning to you.
you let out a laugh, though it’s humorless. “i was not doing that.”
“why not?”
“you stood me up!”
he scoffs. “tch, stood you up. i had practice!”
yes, but you, you both made plans.
your roll your eyes. “yeah, yeah, it’s always practice isn’t it?”
“whats that supposed to mean?” his tone harshens and his eyes narrow down at you.
“it means what I said,” your tone is equally as firm and you stare him down as well.
something about you and atsumu’s relationship is that you matched each other’s energy. while, it could be seen as something beneficial like when the two of you work together, in place of an argument, like where this conversation is going, it’s not so helpful.
the stare-down only breaks off when he looks away, scoffing again. “s’rsly…? this is how the night’s going to go? i just got back, i’m tired, hungry-”
“you didn’t even apologize…” your voice falls to a whisper, fiery tone and eyes long gone as you recall the reason for your poor mood. “i was so embarrassed and then you told me to order something for you?”
atsumu’s own glare falls when you look down.
“shit, y/n-”
“forget it.” you shake your head, sighing. “you don’t have to say it. i’m just going to bed.”
you’re tired.
atsumu reaches his arm out, as if being feet away from you with his arm extended would be enough to grasp you. you slip out of the room, quietly closing the bedroom door behind you.
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bokubear · a day ago
hq boys when they’re embarrassed
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feat. atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + ushijima wakatoshi + yamaguchi tadashi
warnings ; mentions of sex ? cute boys ♡
notes ; not really anything no, ty for reading loves
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: ATSUMU never acted as if things could get him flustered, but regardless of that idea, it wasn’t impossible either. the first night you slept together was it, when he woke up beside you to have a pleasant breakfast. that was until you brought it up, him nearly spitting out his food. “uh- tsumie ? don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now.” you cackled, throwing your head back wildly. “nooooo~~baby i’m not embarrassed. swallowed something wrong.” he beat his chest half-heartedly. giving up when you continued the conversation. “you know you are you big baby.” cupping his face in your hands, you kissed his lips, marveling the adorable puddy of a boy dripping at your fingertips. “i will if i get one more kiss.” — “good luck with that.”
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: SAKUSA, lucky for him, consistently adorns masks. so whenever he feels the urge, he can just lift up his mask to hide expression. well that would’ve been useful it it weren’t for you. who could read him like a book. a chore of a day and he was seated on the coach, sprawling in the one break he’d received so graciously. you, plopping into his lap comfortably, noticed the shuffle of his body, clearing his throat repeatedly. “kiyoomi, what’s wrong ?” you turned over, eyeing him suspiciously while holding onto a look of concern. “nothing babe. just tired.” he placed his head on your chest, the warmth becoming heavenly. he was such a cutie. “i know what you’re doing honey, you don’t need to hide it if you’re feeling flustered alright ? i’m here.” you stroked his dark curls, earning a soft hum of agreement. cutie.
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: USHIJIMA carry’s a surprised face when he becomes flustered. he does quite often, even more surprising than his surprised face. acting so feeble compared to his demanding image. throughout your relationship, you’d taken note of these signs. “we’re just holding hands dear, we do this a lot.” you sighed, caught in a dilemma as to why he was so disconcerted at simply holding hands, something you were aware that you’d done more times than imaginable. unpredictable. “it’s not that.. you look really beautiful today and i feel so meager compared to you.” he whispered gently, still as blunt as before. it all came together. “oh toshi, you are so handsome i can’t even begin to explain, you flatter me really. and i love you.” you beckoned for him to lean down, gently pecking his forehead. he was like an excited puppy.
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: YAMAGUCHI knew it was inevitable to not experience so sort of a bashfulness when he was around you. especially when he started dating you. but it astounded him as to how much it happened. even wearing a skirt in front of him left him a mess. a brimming giveaway to his situation was how he spoke. perhaps if he stammered, that was even more hefty. don’t even get me started on stealing his first kiss. the moment you separated he was practically on the floor with embarrassment. bewildering you at how he hadn’t exploded yet after all the times this had happened. “tadashi, how does this look ? do you think the colors coordinate well ?” he easily glanced up, and remained shell shocked at just how breathtaking you were. “yep-uh huh. that’s the one.” he gaped, you definitely were the one.
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kuromantic · 2 days ago
Haikyuubu Chapter 89: Shiratorizawa’s Bigfoot Aftermath
Next issue will be on Feb 14!
I take translation commissions, and also have a ko-fi:
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miyamartina · 2 days ago
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nishinoyaswife4 · 2 days ago
How He Deals with people that aren’t you trying to flirt
Completely oblivious that this person is flirting with him- Ushijima, Kageyama, Asahi, Bokuto, Kyotani, Aone, Goshiki, Aran, Lev, Hinata
 Ignores this person completely- Tsukishima, Yaku, Kenma, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Semi, Sakusa, Osamu, Iwazumi
 Trying to stay polite- Kita, Akaashi, Daichi, Sugawara, Yamaguchi, Oikawa
 Would ruin this person’s self esteem- Tendo, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Daisho, Suna
 Screams I have a S/O and runs the other way- Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Terushima
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story-kat · 17 hours ago
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Art by  hk_smith_man
Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)
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muixhiro2 · 2 days ago
Then, I politely request for either a Goshiki Tsutomu x reader angst (yes because I am a sadist towards myself lol ) or a Taichi Kawanishi x reader fluff~! ❤ ( It's your choice! ❤✨) THANK YOU SO MUCH AND KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! ✨✨✨
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❝Karasuno 'hate club'❞
Kawanishi Taichi x fem! reader
genre: fluff
type: one-shot
summary: after shiratorizawa's loss to karasuno, (y/n) tries to cheer up her boyfriend by joking about making a karasuno hate club
warnings: none
notes: reblogs are appreciated !! oh my god sorry it's so short
(y/n) - your name
[ shiratorizawa masterlist ] [ other teams ]
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“taichi!” (y/n) calls out as she approaches the second year middle blocker.
“(y/n)..” kawanishi murmurs. his eyes were still a bit red from crying a little.
“i'm sorry you guys lost..” (y/n) whispers as she embraces kawanishi.
“don't apologize, it's not your fault at all.” kawanishi says, wrapping his arms around her. “karasuno was surprisingly really good though.”
“i'll agree on that..” (y/n) replies, “ugh, but they were the ones who won!”
“and i thought we were gonna win..” kawanishi muttered as he looked down.
(y/n) looks at his saddened state and decided to joke around to cheer him up.
“you know what, i'm making a karasuno hate club!” (y/n) announces with a playful smirk, “of course i am joking though, by the way.. but still!”
kawanishi chuckles, “if i was on karasuno's team and shiratorizawa was the one who won, would you make a shiratorizawa hate club?”
“hmm, sure!” (y/n) laughs. “i will make a hate club for any team you lose to.”
“and if i win?” kawanishi asks.
“then.. i'll make a fan club!”
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villain-philia · 2 days ago
Oikawa: So, I know we have this unspoken rivalry—
Ushijima: It’s not a rivalry, you’re just always mean to me
Ushijima: And it’s not unspoken, you talk about it all the time
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watmels · a day ago
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Shiratorizawa’s Spy (p.6)
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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malewifeminato · 2 days ago
tendou likes to sing along to any song that's playing. (ushijima thinks it's cute) but, if there's a love song, he's singing it with his whole heart to ushijima and ushijima blushes everytime
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luvbub · 2 months ago
Hi Bub! I saw that you were taking requests and was wondering if you could do the Haikyuu boys reacting to their crush or s/o (your choice!) calling them by their first name for the first time?
Thank you ✨
calling them by their first name for the first time
feat. Ushijima, Tsukishima, Hinata
note: ushijima’s is pre-established relationship, tsukki and hinata’s are just crushes!!!
part two
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Tendou’s words kept echoing in your head.
“You’re dating Wakatoshi, aren’t you? How come you still call him Ushijima?” he had asked one day. You didn’t have a good answer really. You’ve just been so used to calling your boyfriend by his last name that you never thought twice about it.
Today, you were over at Ushijima’s place as per usual. Your boyfriend was squatting  out on his terrace, potting some new plants he had just bought with you.
“....Wakatoshi” you say out loud.
You watch as the shovel falls from your boyfriend’s hand, hitting the ground. He keeps his back towards you as he fumbles for the shovel. You hear him let out a deep breath before clearing his throat.
“Yes Y/n?” he asks, continuing to garden as if nothing had happened.
But you knew better than that and weren't fooled by his acting. The tips of his ears were slightly red. You silently made your way to your boyfriend’s side, taking a seat on the ground next to him.
“Wakatoshi” you repeat, watching as Ushijima freezes for slight second.
“....yes?” he says once again.
“Oh it’s nothing!” you teasingly hum, starting to stand up. But before you can, Ushijima grabs your hand, preventing you from getting up. With one gentle pull, he brings you down, your face inches from his.
“You’re going to say my name for the first time and just leave like nothing happened?”
Your cheeks feel warmer, and you’re not sure if it was from the proximity or his sudden shift in attitude- perhaps both. Regardless, Ushijima sighs, resting his forehead onto yours.
“Do you want me to stop?” you pensively ask, unsure of how he even felt about this sudden change.
Ushijima sudden backs away from you in a panic.
“Wait no, don’t do that. Please continue to use my first name.. if you’re alright with that” Ushijima sheepishly admits.
You let out a light chuckle, grinning at your boyfriend.
“You got it... Wakatoshi” you kiss your boyfriend’s forehead, satisfied with the faint blush on his cheeks.
It would be awhile before Ushijima got used to hearing his name. But each and every time he heard his name escape your lips, his heart fluttered just the same.
You loved having these biweekly movie nights with your friends. It was a great way for the group to hang out without having to fuss over any extra details. This left plenty of time to fuss over how annoying Tsukishima could be.
Of course he was your friend, so you didn’t hate the tall beanpole. But the two of you had a contentious relationship. There was constant teasing, bantering, and bickering between the two of you. And at this point, the rest of the group learned to drown out your voices.
When you came back to the couch with a bowl of popcorn, you noticed the only empty seat left was right next to Tsukishima himself. You sat down next to him, handing him the bowl.
“Thanks L/n” he said. Perhaps it would be more peaceful tonight and no words would be thrown around.
About an hour into the movie, you found yourself thoroughly engrossed in the plot. You had no idea what was coming next, and you were looking forward to every scene.
“Hey, can you pass the popcorn bowl?” you quietly whisper to Tsukishima.
“No” he answers, not that you were surprised.
“Fine, be like that Kei” you scoff, reaching for the bowl yourself, your eyes still glued on the television.
But before you could reach it, Tsukishima reaches forward first, grabbing the bowl and placing it on your lap. You smile at him, pleased that he actually did what you asked.
And when you thank him he simply nods and replies back with, “You’re welcome, Y/n”
You freeze- he just said your first name. As long as you’ve known him, Tsukishima has always referred to you by your last name- with the exception of dumbass. But calling you by your first name was a big deal, and wasn’t something you weren’t going to brush off so easily.
“You called me Y/n. What’s up with that?” you whisper to him, your attention now solely focused on him and not the movie.
“Well you called me Kei first” Tsukishima answers, still facing the television.
“I did? I don’t think I even noticed. It must have slipped out” you murmur, not even recalling you ever saying that. Maybe it just felt natural to call him by his first name so much so that you didn’t realize it.
A bright scene appears on the television screen, illuminating the dark room, and just for a moment, you’re able to see the fainted blush on Tsukishima’s cheeks.
You’re really not sure what to make of tonight’s incident. But from that point on until the end of movie night, you’re unable to focus on any of the movies. All that was on your mind was the person sitting right next to you. And unbeknownst to you, his mind was grappling with the same ordeal.
It was weird being an honorary member of the MSBY Black Jackals. You weren’t a player or a manager or a coach, so you had no real reason to be at their practice. But you were friends with the team, and they genuinely enjoyed having you around. So whenever you had the time, you would stop by their practices.
“We’re practicing our serves next, so you’re about to witness me in my full glory” Hinata tells you, a cute grin on his face.
“Hmm, but Hinata, I thought you were really bad at serving??” you tease back at him, watching as his smile drops.
“I- hey that was just in high school when I had weaker arms. I’m stronger now!” Hinata quickly refutes you, holding up his own arms, unintentionally showcasing his muscles. It was hard not to stare, and it was far too easy for him to notice your gaze.
“Hey, my eyes are up here you know” he teases you back, satisfied by the panicked look on your face when you realize he’s caught you staring. But before you can make any sort of witty comeback, he takes his leave to start practicing.
“Just watch how great my serves are!” he calls out to you. You scrunch your nose at him, formulating a plan to get back at him. No matter how much you liked him, there was no way you wouldn’t want to embarrass him back. And just as he tosses the volleyball in the air, an idea strikes you.
“Shoyo” you call out, loud and clear so that the entire gym hears.
Hinata flinches, completely missing his serve. The gym falls silent as they realize what's happening, and not a second later everyone (minus Hinata) bursts out into laughter. Hinata turns back at you, cheeks now flushed.
“FOUL PLAY Y/N” he shouts at you, cupping his face to hide his blush.
“Just how is that foul play? You call me by my first name all of the time, I’m just returning the favor!” you shrug at him, looking at him innocently. But Hinata knew your actions were anything but.
Hinata pauses, his hands dropping to his side. He shakes his head at you as he reaches for another volleyball.
“Alright, is that how we’re gonna play this game Y/n? I see.” he calmly responds to you, bouncing the volleyball a couple of times.
“I- wait what are you planning?” your eyes widen, and you try to stay composed. But inside you felt like screaming, because surely he was planning on doing something as revenge. And you honestly weren’t sure if your heart would handle it.
Hinata simply shrugs at you, and the last thing you see is a smirk before he turns back to practice serving.
Truth be told, he wasn’t going to continue this game of back and forth ambiguous flirting and teasing. He was going to put an end to it once and for all.
And what better way to do that than to finally confess to you?
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sukunababy · 6 months ago
Hi Mars i know you don't typically write for Haikyu but I wanted to ask you if you could do a nsfw visual with just your favourite characters. If you don't want to it doesn't matter thank you anyway
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Haikyū!! NSFT Visual
Part 2 / Part 3
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ALISA HAIBA kinda hot so I add her in too: link link link
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popposposts · 4 months ago
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tsukishumai · 6 months ago
HQ Boys + their viral tweet
alternatively, hq boys as tweets on the TL lol
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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introloves · 7 months ago
anon: country boy wakatoshi drives a big ugly old truck that he is perpetually “fixing up” but he opens the door for you and holds your hand to help you get in and out. and he drives you guys out to a field in the middle of nowhere to fuck you in the backseat where no one can hear
country boy! ushijima + dominant! ushijima + mutual pinning + tension + awkward flirting + fluff + fuckin in the backseat + creampie + size difference + size kink + mouth stuffing (fingers) + oral fixation (f! receiving) + squirting + summer vibes + f! reader
— word count; approx 3.5k
— lots of characterization and dialogue attributed to my ushijima anon. <3
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‘gentle, be gentle.’
its repeated over and over again in wakatoshis head, eyes pinned to the roads he's taken over and over within the last couple of summer nights- a spot that after hours of grueling work brings him the most comfort. he doesn't really know why those words are like a singular loop in his head. it's not like he expects anything to happen, but when wakatoshi sees the gleam of your thighs underneath the dress you're wearing, he can all but hope.
he needs that reminder while you sway only a couple inches next to him, hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles are white- you look beautiful, even more so than usual.
the singular thought seems to overtake any and all other feelings and wants for the night. he thinks it might be a mistake, dangerous to have you seated in the dusty and… cracked seats of his truck, but you only smile and look at him with a soft gaze. he can't help but think that there’s ways this night could progress and to have you like he wants- like he wants you.
the roads are bumpy and by the time you two get there and wakatoshi thinks that he needs to check the suspension in his truck, still thinking as he parks. he realizes how shabby the spot is when you're here with him and that has a hot blush crawl up his neck.
it’s a space overrun by tall grass- a creek somewhere in the distance- usually the superficial things don’t really bother him, but now with you sitting there and he thinks that compared to how pretty you are, it overshadows any and all places he could possibly think to bring you.
he’s scared to turn and look at you, leaning forward to turn off his truck, unaware of a lingering and wanting gaze pinned to the muscled stretching over his arms- biceps curling, veins running up and down, all the way to his hands.
thick hands scarred and calloused from the work he does. they've turned rough and heavy- everything about him looked proportional to his height, but his hands stood out just a bit more and you couldn't really get enough of the sight.
you stare, and keep staring, even when he finally turns to look at you, face unmoving except for a hint of blush painting his cheeks. from the heat or just the situation that seems to grow more and more heavy may be the cause of it, you're not too sure.
either way, there seems to be a weight to the already muggy air you breathe, it takes what feels like minutes before he even says anything- clearing his throat with a grumble.
he apologises, of course he does. he's always been the gentleman; words just a tiny bit quieter- voice rolling deep with bass and something a little rougher. you know he says something about the scenery being too ugly, but you can’t really focus on his words.
it's easy to respond to a man so kind, so big but gentle and respectful with an almost instinctual lean towards him. hand placed over his bicep to let him know it's okay-
you weren't playing coy, anything but that, but the touch makes him go rigid. wakatoshi wants to ask you to not be so casual, but he doesn't want to come off creepy and he wouldn’t know where to start.
wondering what you would think if he told you the singular touch of your arm against him had him sweating, swallowing back the slowly bubbling lust threatening to tip over with each passing second. all he can do is lay back, legs spreading out to make himself comfortable; in his mind, shifting to lessen the tension- limbs still achy from the day, hazel eyes tracing the dirty spots on the roof of his truck before finally peering back at you.
ushijima knows his strength and stature is daunting- built for hard labor, honed to do dirty work all day, so he tries to make himself as welcoming as his imposing personality can, nothing more than the painted picture of a gentleman while he looks at you.
you had the decency to act shy, flustered at the scene unfolding before you. the reality weighing in at having such a big man sitting next to you so casually, and you nearly felt ill for responding to him with a twisting heat between your legs. trying to speak up, wanting to start conversation but not finding any thoughts, not ones that you could say out loud anyways.
“it’s hot.” he mumbles, sighing heavily through his nose before passing a rough hand up to push hair from his forehead- undercut on complete display in this angle.
“it is, but it’s nice- at least there’s a breeze.” you respond, worrying at your lower lip, nibbling on it to keep you from embarrassing yourself.
“yeah, at least there’s a breeze.”
wakatoshi doesn’t mean to be so curt and short, it’s just that you make him nervous- warmth always settling right under his navel when you come around to his house, full of bright smiles and food for him, knowing he works all day long. using this act of kindness under the guise of being a friendly neighbor- but really…
you just loved seeing him when he was all sweaty, and on lucky days- you’d even caught him shirtless, shoving whatever food you’d made for him in his general direction and hightailing it out of the vicinity to go back home and touch yourself to the image.
he sighs heavily, and it makes you feel a little guilty. he should be at home and resting- farm work is extensive and always needed and now you’ve pulled him away from precious time that could be spent recuperating that fatigue, not that he minds- but you wouldn’t know that.
“are you tired?” you question sweetly, still looking over at him with a smile. he catches the way you bite down onto your lip, wondering just how improper it’d be of him to ask you straight up if him fucking you would be a bad idea, but he holds back- swallows down any complex about being too forward, because he needs to know if you want this just as bad as he does.
“no- not with you here, it’s the opposite… the opposite.” he finalizes his words by turning towards you. lumbering form slowly straightening up in the worn seat he’s sat on, leather crackling beneath thick thighs.
there’s something insinuated between his words. you can actually catch up on it, and it brings forth an almost nervous smile, cheeks warm and neck nearly on fire with the way he says it.
“it’s the opposite for me too…” you reply, soft and still so kind. in another world maybe you’d act just a bit more coy and shy, but it’s nearly too much and you ache beneath the pretty summer dress you’ve thrown on.
“mm, is it?” wakatoshi questions, eyes finally letting themselves look at you- eyebrows furrowed, wondering if this is a game you’re playing. that somehow you’ve read his mind and are hinting at all the naughty things he wants so desperately to do to you.
but there’s no way that’s the case, and instead he lets himself long for you openly.
“what does that mean?” his voice is just a tinge heavier- once more adjusting himself in his seat to let himself get comfortable, eyebrow quirked up as a smile plays on his lips.
he’s straightforward and calculating for the most part, now he just wants to hear it come straight from your pretty lips.
if what he saw from your swaying form was correct, you were also feeling the pulsating heat of pure lust curling between your legs, just like him.
the question sends you into a babbling mess, once more going shy, but pulling through for the need to know if he’s also as desperate as you.
“well, it-it's a little improper… i’m not sure if i should say what i'm thinking.”
you confess, hands wandering down to lay against your thighs, playing with the edges of your dress to keep yourself from looking at him.
he didn’t know how he could stop himself now that the singular thought of you being needy like he is has made a home in his mind.
wakatoshi is usually so calculating and perfected in everything that he does, but this once, with the prospect of having something so sweet like you all to himself so within reach- he grabs at you.
the first touch of his warm palm against the exposed skin you’ve presented him with thanks to your fidgeting hands makes you look at him, and you know that there’s nothing but heavy lust behind his eyes.
“tell me.” ushijima near growls, no room for questioning or self doubt.
“i want you.”
it’s all he needs.
finally. finally with the confirmation that his horniness isn’t alone in the beat up truck he’s brought you here in, he lets his other hand wander up to your neck, so small compared to him- slowly sliding up until he’s pressing an index finger and thumb to either side of your face, not knowing how to treat something so soft with gentleness.
“tell me more.” he whispers before giving you the chance, statement completely rhetorical because his mouth is on yours in mere seconds.
he’s all you’ve wanted and hoped for. rough hands moving you into his lap without a care for anything in his vicinity, fitting you like you belong against him like this with each pass of his tongue against yours- growling at the warmth pulsating right over his own heavy cock.
gentle hands find purchase against his shirt when things get too heavy, holding you around the waist and slowly starting to push and pull your mass to grind tightly over his jeans. only grounded back to reality because you’ve started to mewl so nice and high- airy and shaky with each pull.
this was never going to end in just kissing and heavy grinding, so once more- wakatoshi silently apologizes to your integrity, deadset on fucking you right here and now.
“pretty girl.” ushijima speaks, equally breathless when you pull away and he’s met with the textbook definition of desperate.
eyes wide and wet, lips swollen, a singular string of spit still connecting the two of you, watching when you respond with a shake at the compliment, thighs squeezing around him.
“i need you.”
words spoken with such ease have you dizzy once more and you simply nod, unable to do anything else but nod.
his hand reaches for the door handle of his truck- the other splayed over your back when he swings a leg out, keeping you pressed sweetly, protectively, to his towering form, cradling you while he moves the both of you to his back seat.
its criminal- he thinks very quickly, that he’s going to fuck such a pretty little thing in the back of his old, dirtied, beat up truck.
but there doesn’t seem to be any complaint coming from you, watching intently at the skin slowly being revealed to him when he sets you down and your dress starts rising up, bunching at your waist like a present slowly unraveling itself all for him.
he can't begin to describe the feeling that overcomes him the second your panties peek from between thighs that have not left his hands. you're glistening- his breathing catches immediately in his throat while looking down at the patch of wetness clinging onto your panties, hands gripping your thighs with enthusiasm and little self restraint at the sight.
he grunts, it's all he can do because his cock is now straining so hard against his jeans- and he knows that if he isn’t buried to the hilt inside of you within the next couple of minutes, he’d break you in a flurry of pent up energy to try and get to your undeniably pretty pussy.
ushijima can’t bring his eyes up farther than the swell of your cunt, fingers precise in their movements, come down to hook against the hem of your soaked underwear, pulling it to the side- temptation itself crawling up his neck to lean down and have a taste, but the incessant throbbing he feels is what drives him now.
with no words uttered, wakatoshi thumbs up your cunt, an intense glare pinning your body into the seats- it feels suffocating, thighs so tempted to just squeeze around his arm twitch at the first touch, but with the way he looks like an animal starved- you know that wouldn't go down well.
“are you going to give this to me?” he asks out of nowhere, still feeling your slit up, no pressure behind his ministrations, thumb caressing everything revealed to him. he waits for the simple nod- or whisper, or even slow and desperate swirl of hips- detonating you want this as much as he does, and the second you whine out a pretty little,
“yes- yes, please.”
he swears he can see stars.
there’s no time that comes between the two of you once those words tumble out of your pouting mouth- finally letting his hands move to grasp at your hips. crowding you, leaning his big body to loom over as he lets your thighs settle on either side of him.
grasping down between the two of you to quickly unclasp his belt. the sound of metal hitting metal only further accentuating your need- body squirming beneath him in the most tempting wiggle, fumbling with the buttons of his bottoms and finally, finally pushing his underwear down.
you can't see him, but you can feel the weight of his cock finally land onto your pussy and it's nearly criminal how dizzy feeling him like this makes you. hands coming up to grab at his arms- open mouth sobbing. patience waning with the need that strikes you right in the middle of your chest. now it's your turn to act frenzied.
you want him, wanted him from the second your eyes laid on him and now his dicks drooling over your cunt.
it's so easy to fit your arms up and over his shoulders, clinging and grasping at him with fervor- pulling him onto your mass even closer, almost like you want to drown in his everything.
it draws a chuckle from deep in his chest, short lived because he wants you like you want him, letting himself sink down to press his face to your heated cheek- breathing in your scent, occupying himself while he moves his hips in a fluid motion to find your hole- not leaving any space between the two of you, and sinking inside so tight every centimeter he breeches tugs on the skin of his dick.
teeth gnash against one another when he’s stretching you out, knuckles pressed on either side of your head sink down further, crackling leather seats protesting as he brings himself down to his forearms.
“fuck- pretty little pussy.” he groans, coughed out as he bottoms out- unable to compare this moment to anything he’s ever experienced.
your keens bring him down lower, sweet and whiny just like he knew they would be, taking every little second his cock slides out of you to leave a sloppy, near opened mouth kiss to your lips- seconds away from drooling down onto your open mouth, panting out syllables that vaguely sound like his name, too twisted in pure pleasure to be really sure that its whats uttered.
“u-ushijima.” you cry, plead with him to do something about the burn encompassing your cunt, stretched full, knowing this was the outcome for this whole ordeal- but you still blink away the tears and dig your nails into his shoulders.
there’s an overwhelming need to ruin you and he can't place the want or where it comes from, only follow it head first with the first brutalizing thrust- echoing out in the backseats of his truck, squelching from such a tight cunt sticky and wet as it receives him, and seconds too late he recalls the way his name sounds, another need to hear it properly takes place and once more wakatoshi follows it like a lead.
rising to ease the pressure of his form off your chest, a strong, tanned hand settles so easily on the delicate skin of your neck- finally finding rhythm to each heavy push inside.
“say my name- properly.” he grits out, fighting the very clench of you.
there’s little resistance when he says something with such conviction- push behind every consonant, growled lowly right to your face. hand squeezing just right, thighs jumping- clamping down on his hips in response.
a sharp thrill passes through him at how well you respond- he’s not well versed in all this, didn’t know that squeezing such a pretty little thing like you between his body and the cracked seats of his beat up truck would feel this good, and now he knows it’s not something he’s ever going to give up.
he watches your back come up and off the seats- chest pressing up against him, just barely able to move and squirm with the way his cock drags in and out of your walls, it’s nearly too much, suffocating and heavy inside, you know you’re going to cum too quick.
“please- please!”
you clung to him so easy, hands gripping at the muscles in his shoulders and biceps- burying your face into his neck in a desperate attempt to quiet embarrassing mewls.
you just couldn’t help it with how good he fucked you, listening to every squelch his big cock brings out, panting helplessly against his thick neck- it’s too much, he’s too big- but you only want more and more.
the simple action of you whining like that has ushijima realize very quickly that he can’t take not seeing you.
“no hiding.”
it’s a harsh statement- grunted out, wanting to let you know that he wants to see you come undone.
hand searching for your neck once again to press you down, unceremoniously shoving two thick fingers into your mouth, pressing down to watch you drool and pant over them. eyes glazed over and so very pliant for him, pinning you right where he wants you.
the simple act is what brings you to a teary orgasm, wailing sharply against his digits- whole body shuddering, twisting under a man that’s kept you down so good, eyes rolling back while every ridge and vein passes past the tight clutch of the pussy he’s still fucking into the shape of his massive cock.
huffing breaths leave him while your thighs twist and squeeze, while you squirt and messy his thighs, cock already gleaming with arousal slickened now in the prettiest mess he’s ever seen-
there’s no time wasted before frantic thrusts reach their crescendo- swinging down onto you, balls heavy with so much cum, swollen and pained in need to find release inside your tight cunt only further accentuate the mess you’ve made with messy slaps down onto your ass, pretty dress thoroughly wet at the hem.
groans sound nearly pained, hips lose their tempo and ushijima stills inside with a final heavy thrust that sends you skirting up the seats, enunciated with sharp wails that come from you while pump after pump of cum floods your cunt- eyes wide and teary while you look up at him, lips wobbling around his fingers still knuckle deep inside your pretty mouth.
his body trembles, slow thrusts ensure that every inch his cock is stuffed inside rubs that heavy cum into your puffy walls, gaze still pinned with lidded eyes down onto your own watery ones.
it’s funny how backwards things have become- wakatoshi smiles in realization that he’s just dumped a heavy load into your tight pussy- not even tried to woo you, falling for him as easily as he did with you.
“it’s hot.” is all he mumbles, words still shaky, vision still blurry at the edges while he looks down at you, slowly retreating thick fingers from your lips to let you gasp and speak.
“yeah- it’s hot.” is all that tumbles past a swollen mouth, giggling and starstruck. humming- listening to the mid summer bugs chirping, sweat pooling against your back, dress sticking to you every which way, but you’re comfortable and so fucked out you couldn’t do anything to lessen the heat of his own body even if you wanted to.
he leans down, tongue licking up a stray string of drool from your chin before licking into your open mouth, not able to curve the need to have you all- wanting so badly to consume your whole body in his very being, but he knows you need to rest even a little.
“you’re mine now, yes?” ushijima questions- and all you can do is nod, clench around his softening cock and squirm once more.
“yeah- ‘m yours wakatoshi.” you respond back in earnest, clipped words coming from him feel comforting, knowing he only speaks with truth and honesty, silently smiling while he pushes kisses down against your jaw-
excited to finally have something soft and pretty and so so cute to love and protect.
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nishinoyaswife4 · 20 hours ago
How he feels waking up next to you
Ushijima, Tendo, Goshiki, Semi
 He had spent his entire high school experience not being able to read people’s social cues. When he met you years after graduating there was a feeling of relief. You don’t badger him or get upset when he takes what you say a bit too literally. You don’t talk down to him when he misunderstands your cues. He had all but sworn off dating due to negative responses he got for his personality alone. You however made your way into his heart with no intention of leaving. So when he wakes up next to you his eyes are trained on your peaceful face. This is the only time of the day you’re peaceful and quiet. He admires you while he still can. He knows when you get up you’ll head to the kitchen to cook breakfast playing music that suits your mood for the day. And while he does love how soft you look in your sleep he can’t wait to spend the day with you awake. 
 He loves waking up before you. He is a little shit taking unflattering pictures of you sprawled out on your pillow, mouth agape, and drool on your chin. He keeps them all in a special folder that no one else sees. A lot of them are a selfie of himself with you in the background. He jokingly tells you it's blackmail for when you refuse to try his new chocolate creations. He would never actually do that though. Growing up he didn’t have many friends and never really expected to find someone who wanted to date him. He was a monster after all. Yet here you are sharing a bed with him sleeping peacefully. He feels inexplicable joy every morning he gets to wake up with you. The quiet mornings never last long because he cannot help himself from waking you up to start the day. He knows when he attempts to wake you up he’ll be met with a pillow to the face. But that's a risk he’s willing to take.
 He doesn’t usually get to stay long enough in the morning to admire you sleeping. So on rare days when he doesn’t have an early practice, he is content to lay next to you. It took him a long time to feel comfortable when you had started dating. He was fairly awkward, and his head was stuck on volleyball. You however brought him out of his shell little by little. He wasn’t aware he could feel so strongly about someone before you. When you wake up you’ll probably be startled since you’re used to him being gone in the morning. You’ll whine that he's being creepy just staring like that and that normal people sleep in on their days off. He’ll just chuckle, but for now, you’re still asleep. 
 As someone who’s gone for long periods of time with his band he rarely wakes up with you. When he’s home he can’t help but just watch you sleeping or not. He's so used to you just being a voice through the phone. So when he wakes up in the morning there you are, and he falls in love with you all over again. He just stares at you while his hand caresses your face. When you wake up you’ll both try to spend as much time as possible with each other. There are only a few days left of his week off. He never gets enough time with you. One day though he’ll never have to leave you again.
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rkgknno · 5 months ago
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It’s Ushiwaka’s birthday today!! One of my favorite things in Haikyuu is everyone absolutely simping for Romero so here is Ushiwaka being lowkey happy to receive his birthday headpat!!  
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kodzukvn · 12 days ago
𖧷 hq boys + drunk texts ;; part two!
with: b. koutarou, u. wakatoshi, k. tetsurou, s. rintaro, i. hajime, s. kiyoomi
tw: suggestive in kuroo's and a bit in iwaizumi's, use of petnames angel and baby, sakusa calls you a brat 💀
a/n: the part two that nobody asked for but everybody wanted <3
part one
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cosmicyeager · a month ago
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dilf!wakatoshi x f!reader
wc 1.3K
tw: mentions of rough sex, MNDI
a/n: ushy gushy makes me (s)cream :)
dilf december collab
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dilf!wakatoshi is so proud and so strong. after retiring from volleyball, he decided he would be a businessman. his grandparents always pushed him to get a more "concrete" job. always at work on time, greeting everyone politely in his monotone voice. the female colleague's swooning over his tall stature and exceedingly good looks. grey roots threatening to show as the minor wrinkles around his eyes the only indicator of how old he actually is.
he was a man of stature. he never failed to look and do his best at everything he does. always making the company thrive. when he wasn't focused on his work, he was focused on his loving daughter. she was only 2 years old but she was an angel. she did as she was told, and always had a smile on her face. her only downfall is that when any woman dared to get close to him got either glares thrown their way or full on tantrums. let's just say that this took a toll on his dating life.
on an exceptionally troubling day, his babysitter called in sick. talk about perfect timing. with no other choice, the man brought his daughter to work with him. walking into the office with her by his side, she was giggling and running around his legs. in mere minutes the whole office is head over hills for the little girl. his female coworkers were all over her. i mean, if his child likes you, you're set right?
you on the other hand were in the corner, trying to not get involved. being an intern, you didn't want to overstep boundaries, but when you saw the little girl get extremely overwhelmed you had no choice but to step in. as politely as you could, you asked the women to step back. she hid behind your legs, peaking at them from the side. the women all went back to doing their work, as you kneeled down to be at eye level with the girl.
"are you okay? they scared you a little, huh?"
you spoke in a calming voice, trying your best not to do anything wrong. she nodded slowly, saying that they had gotten too close to her. your heart absolutely melted at the cute little pout that she wore. you scratched in your pocket and pulled out a lollipop, something you always carry as a small treat for yourself but you thought she needed it more.
you gave her the lollipop and in return she hugged you. she was smiling from ear to ear. when ushijima was done explaining to his boss why he was late and why he had his daughter with him, he was welcomed by the sight of seeing you getting along with his daughter. he couldn't believe his eyes. usually there were tantrums with other women but with you? no glares. no crying. no throwing things. just a look of utter adoration as she stares up at you.
he must confess, when you turned around to look at him, his jaw almost dropped. you were gorgeous to say the least, and the way you handled his daughter has his heart doing flips. he never thought he'd feel like this at his age but here he was, blushing like a fool while introducing himself.
after work that day he'd thanked you so many times he lost count. you had his daughter with you the whole time because no one else had the time to look after her, not that she'd want to be with anyone but you. he offered to take you to dinner but you abruptly declined.
it wasn't that you didn't want it just that you couldn't. this man was practically your boss, and you'd done him a favour. it wasn't a date, that's what you kept telling yourself, but even if it was he was out of your league. so big and strong, he could have any woman he wanted, why would he want you? with a lot of coaxing, you ended up agreeing. dinner on friday night and 8PM. what could possibly go wrong?
come friday night you were a mess. your tummy was in knots and your palms were sweaty. standing outside the most expensive place you've ever seen, you couldn't believe your eyes. when you walked in, you were taken to the table ushijima had reserved for the two of you. upon your arrival you see he was already seated, looking as dashing as ever in a suit that fit him so well. he got up and pulled your seat out for you as you sat down.
as you sat opposite him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. you were absolutely breathtaking. his eyes roamed your body and he was dumbfounded that he was actually sitting across from the shy intern. you almost had him make a double take when you walked to his table. everytime you glanced up from the menu he averted his eyes like a 5th grade kid who almost got caught staring at his crush.
when you looked at him you couldn't believe that you were at dinner with the man you see at work everyday. everyone was head over heels for him, and you couldn't say you were any different. the aura he had was usually something well suited for a man like him, but right now? his shoulders were relaxed and his aura had changed. he was more 'human' than you had ever seen him, and it made your heart race.
after deciding on your meals you both started talking and didn't stop. it was strange how much you two had in common. you both were laughing and having the time of your lives it didn't feel real. he had never had an instant connection like this with anyone in a very very long time, and to be honest, he was glad it was you. you had felt the same connection he did and you tried your best to ignore it but you couldn't.
as much as he wishes it weren't true, throughout the night, his eyes were wandering over your body and his mind was racing. he'd love to say his thoughts were all cotton candy and unicorns, but that would be a lie. he could just imagine slipping that dress off of you and throwing you onto the bed, fucking you untill you couldn't speak. his hands all over your body, marking you as his. he had to snap out of it. getting hard in the middle of a restaurant wasn't an ideal situation.
you could see how he was squirming and moving around. concerned you had asked him what was wrong. mistake number one. hearing your voice made his mind go blank. he needed to get out of there immediately. he abruptly stood up, apologizing saying that he didn't feel well as he paid for the dinner. now you were really worried. after leaving the restaurant you kept asking him if there was anything you could do to help him and he kept trying to get you to leave but it was no use. he stood at his car and turned his head to look at you.
"get in the car and come home with me. either you do that, or forget i asked you anything and go home."
you were speechless. what exactly was he asking you to do? you definitely couldn't accept his offer, but before you could decline your legs were already moving towards the passenger side of the car. he opened the door for you before going to his own side of the car. when you got in and looked at him, you could see there was a sheen layer of sweat adorning his face. as your eyes roamed his body you saw how heavy he was breathing and once you'd gotten to his crotch your eyes widened in shock and your cheeks went pink with embarrassment.
"you can leave if you'd like to. there's nothing stopping you."
his words were kind and sincere but laced with want and need. you could barely get any words out but you made yourself comfortable and put your seatbelt on. that was all the confirmation he needed. his smile turned into a sly smirk as he started the car.
"be prepared, little girl. you're in for one hell of a ride."
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