#here you go!!

[taikova]

too far

#roronoa zoro #usopp #one piece #one piece fanart #taiart #digital #i just wanted to bully zoro for winning the poll and usopp being second to last #here you go!! #mini comic #i enjoy them being over the top. that real anime filler nonsense #oops sorry usopp was third to last* #the straw hats #straw hat pirates

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 25 <3

Iwaizumi x striptease

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,4 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"You're so fucking hot."

A low groan escapes his lips as his hips arch into yours while you straddle his lap. You continue to kiss his neck, your hands gently resting on his shoulders to maintain your balance on his muscular thighs. Athletic trainer? You almost snort. He looks more like an athlete himself. Iwaizumi's hands are restless, alternating between gripping your hips to sensually thrust into you and exploring the curves and contours of your body.

"You too," you sheepishly look up and smile at him, your cheeks warming as you admire his attractive face up close. The intense eye contact continues for a few moments, with both of you remaining silent, only the sound of your soft breaths filling the room.

That is until you can't resist any longer and begin to squirm on his lap. "Come here." He tilts his head and easily connects his lips with yours, much to your relief. You feel yourself melting into the kiss, savoring the soft caress of his lips against yours and the gentle increase of pressure. You moan as his tongue grazes your lower lip, silently requesting more access, to which you eagerly oblige by parting your lips.

Your passionate make-out session is suddenly interrupted by the loud music coming from the closed front door, undoubtedly from the new neighbors next door. You pull back slightly at the noise, just enough to notice a slight frown on his face, and he sighs deeply while squeezing your hips. Since the new neighbors moved in next door, they've made a habit of playing loud music every Saturday night, making you feel like you're in a crowded club. Their music is usually energetic and intense, probably used for home workouts, but tonight's music is different. It's a slow, sensual melody that makes you want to sway your hips as you cling to Iwaizumi.

You both exchange glances while the music plays, and his initial frown quickly dissipates along with your disappointment of the music ruining your sweet moment. "Dance for me?" He suddenly breaks the silence with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, his happiness evident as he gazes expectantly at you. "Really?" you hesitantly ask, feeling somewhat perplexed by the unexpected request.

"Hmm. The music is perfect for this." He grins, his expression so tender and affectionate that you give him one last peck on the lips, pressing your lips against his long enough to elicit a groan from him before you finally get up.

Your movements are initially stiff as you're not quite sure how to proceed, but as you notice his leg bouncing in anticipation, you decide to go with the flow. You're convinced that you can't go wrong; Iwaizumi has adored, praised, and cherished your body so many times that you can't imagine him ever being disappointed in anything you do.

You slowly dance to the music, gently swaying your body while maintaining eye contact with him. You do a little twirl, just enough to let your skirt flutter a bit, earning an approving hum from him. "Always so fucking pretty for me," he runs his hands over his pants and takes a deep breath, his eyes tracking every movement of your body.

"What should I take off first, Hajime?" you ask, batting your eyelashes as seductively as possible. His leg stops bouncing at your question, and he quickly licks his lips before leaning forward ever so slightly. "You're letting me choose?" You feel a shiver run down your spine at his expectant gaze, your body growing warmer as you stand before him, swaying to the music.

"Your shirt. I think it would look better on the floor." He grins, watching as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, slowly reaching for the hem of your shirt. "You don't like it, then?" You ask with a teasing smile, and he immediately shakes his head. "No, I love it! It's my favorite color on you." You raise your eyebrows at his statement, mentally noting to wear this color more often.

"Oh? Should I keep it on, then?" You let your hands fall to your sides, ensuring that you continue to sway to the music and let your hands wander down your sides.

"Baby," he groans in frustration, his hands caressing the fabric of his pants once more, and you decide to give in. You bring your hands back to the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it. You expose inch by inch, his gaze fixed on the movement of your hands as it trails down your chest, leaving your upper body clad only in an almost see-through lacy bra. Once you've finally pulled the shirt over your head, you hear his breath hitch. You know how much he adores the bra and the matching panties, that's why you chose to wear them today to surprise him - the perfect choice as it seems.

"What next?" You ask, your voice slightly higher pitched than usual, conveying how hot and bothered he's making you feel with the way he watches you with his bright green eyes, much like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to devour. "The skirt." His response is so quick that you know he thought about it while you were undressing, but that was exactly the effect you aimed for: to stimulate his imagination and to make his mind go crazy. You sway your hips just a bit slower, maintaining eye contact to intensify the tension while you unzip your skirt from the side, making sure to caress all of your exposed skin. The fabric falls down to your feet as you pull it over your hips, leaving you in a matching set of lace, almost bare in front of him. You don't feel the cold at all, not when Iwaizumi's gaze is so fiery and intense. The bulge in his pants is clearly visible, and you're relieved that the dark material of your panties hides the damp spot, which is nearly invisible from the outside.

"The bra next?" you tilt your head while you speak, your fingers fumbling with the cups of your bra as you wait for his response.

"Not yet. I want to savor you a bit. Do a twirl for me, love." You hold your breath for a moment and quickly nod, presenting your body from various angles as he watches attentively, his cock almost throbbing at the sight of you dancing so seductively only for him. Only for his eyes.

You keep your eyes on him when you bring your hands the the clasp of your bra, and this time he does not interfere. You fumble just for a second with it before you manage to unhook it, your body shivering in excitement. You let the fabric run down your shoulders, the movement feeling like a caress, and you find yourself wishing that he would finally touch you. That he would run his hands down your shoulders and kiss you and show you how much he loves you.

The bra joins the other clothes on the ground, and you let your hands roam along your body, touching yourself softly while you dance to the music. "You can't even imagine how sexy you look right now, love. So fucking sexy." He runs his hand through his dark hair, swallowing hard and raking his gaze over your body. He sounds so turned on, lust evident on his face, the tension in the room almost unbearable at this point.

You bite your lip and bring your hands to the hem of your panties to finish the show, but Iwaizumi moves quickly and catches your wrists before you can pull them down. You stare at him surprised, your eyes widened while you wordlessly let him pull you towards the bed until your back meets the soft mattress and he hovers over you. His hands go to your ankles and spread your legs, your core throbbing at this action, aching to be touched when he makes you feel even more exposed in your current position. Your jaw drops when he leans down and presses a kiss on your stomach, his teeth grazing at the lace of your panties, and you squirm under him when his hot breath meets your skin. A grin adorns his lips when he pulls the material back, just enough until it loudly snaps against your body.

"Just lay back and let me do the rest, love. I'll take care of this myself."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #HERE YOU GO!! #I'll will not be able to finish all the fics this month T.T #but I'm free after Thursday for two weeks- like I still have classes but no work! <3 #So I'll manage to write them over the weekend hopefully! <3 #I hope you enjoyed reading this! <3 #I found it quite challenging to write this to be honest #I really hope that this is okay #I'll post the next one on Wednesday #I'll also put that in the masterlist #don't want to keep anyone waiting T.T

[purgatorysanctuary]

Not to sound crazy but I absolutely adore the way you portray Vox and Alastor. Plz plz plz 'bore' me with your headcanons about Vox and whatever radiostatic ones you can throw in there, I am very interested. I love the AU you've come up with and would love to know more :)

Awhhh!! Thank you!! Haha! I’m glad I’ve interested people!!

I’ve got a LOT of Vox headcanons and a TON of things to say about him! StaticRadio?? Hmm,, Ig that more so leans into how I interpret Alastor!

Regardless, I’ll humor you with some of Vox’s physical attributes!

Vox is fully technology, he lacks a single organic component within his body. He is made entirely up of wires, cables, metal, programming, rubber, and much more! He’s fully machine! His neck is even made out of wires, very very sensitive wires!

Now, it’s a cruel twist of fate. Vox loves technology, so he ultimately became it. However, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. It’s actually horrifying.

Vox can barely feel anything physically. He can’t feel the touch of someone’s hand, or the fabric of his suit. He can’t feel the biting frost of the night, or the beating rays of the sun. His face is a screen, I took away his mouth. He can’t make any of that manifest into anything physical. He can barely feel anything. He’s sensory deprived.

Which is torture, because my Vox is a very sensory person. He loves touch. He loves feeling. Tasting. Smelling. He can’t do that anymore. He doesn’t even need to breathe. He can’t even cry, it’s all pixels on his screen.

Vox doesn’t sleep either. He shuts down, it’s more akin to a coma. His only solace is plugging himself into the system! Every day he believes he won’t wake up tomorrow. He’s never certain when a day is his last.

All of this sucks deeply, it’s horrible. Yet, Vox’s emotions overpower him. He feels deeply. All the time, just emotionally. Hence why it’s so easy for him to glitch and overheat. He is invincible, yet extremely fragile.

That’s sort of Vox as a whole. Invincible, yet fragile. His persona and charm are impenetrable walls. Yet, Vox is very vulnerable when it comes to friends. He barely has any. Due to the fact no one cares about Vox. They like Overlord Vox and what he provides.

Vox has a lot of masks he wears, haha. You never know when he’s being genuine. Ever, really.

In the end, Vox feels like a monster. He lost his humanity the most out of everyone, really. He wonders.. what sick shit did he do to validate stripping him of whatever made him human?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vee answers #headcanon #headcanons #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #here you go!!

[lyraeeee]

choose your valentine !

#technically this is a wip... #but I dont know when I'll be able to finish it so #here you go!! #maybe someday I'll clean it up #if I have time #but apparently that day is NOT today #happy valentine's day everyone! #<333 #lies of p #liesofp #lies of p game #lop #lies of p fanart #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p carlo #lies of p romeo #romeo king of puppets #lies of p specter #lies of p x you #fanart #artists on tumblr #— ❝luna❞

[isas-bathbombs]

hi sam :3 can you edit uhhhhh cass

check out my RL edits masterlist: here :D

#requests #here you go!! #resident lover #cassandra dimitrescu #audio: dangerously yours

[its-tortle]

💛 wakanda husbands feat. alpine the cat 💛

a 1k celebration moodboard for @andrea1717

#here you go!! #it's not *that* wakanda but i hope i got the sunny calm mood right #cause i think thats what its all about right? #it's about softness and sun and that pocket of warmth amongst chaos #i wanted to put the 'would you run away with me' lyric in the middle but i couldnt find a good edit and making one did NOT work lol #this one works wonderfully too i think #anyway #i found most of these on pinterest! and a few i already had saved on my phone #stucky #stucky moodboard #wakanda stucky #alpine the cat #tortle celebrates 1k #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tortle makes things

[cosmichearter]

For the tma asks thing, Jonmichael, either michael being protective over Jon or Michael and it's cat like behavior trying to get Jon to pay attention to it 💕💕

How about a bit of both?

[Image ID: Two drawings of Michael Distortion, a white man and spiral entity with long blonde hair, interacting with Jonathan Sims, a brown man with brown hair and half-moon glasses. Michael wears a lime green fuzzy sweater under a brown cardigan, while Jonathan wears a green button-up shirt. In the first drawing, Michael hangs upside down from a trapdoor on the ceiling, talking to Jonathan, who is writing. Michael says “Archivist!” and Jonathan replies “Yes, Michael?” In the second drawing, Michael is hugging and holding onto Jonathan, saying “He’s not YOURS to take.” Jonathan looks surprised. /.End ID]

#tw bright colors #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #michael distortion #heart shaped #queries #art requests #anon ask #jonmichael #here you go!! #thank you for the ask :D #oftheheart

[lightningandfireinmybones]

what do you need?

valaemond prompt for @dren-whalen​: “soft smut: maybe one of aemond’s cases is too emotionally taxing and he can’t talk about it, valaena just takes care of him all night” (18+)

“Aemond, I dropped the twins off with my mother, we’re supposed to be-” Valaena cuts herself off when she fully takes in the dark house.

Given that they’re supposed to leave in twenty minutes and Aemond isn’t waiting for her in the entryway, tapping his foot and holding her garment bag in one hand and his keys in the other but the house is cold, empty, and silent, she is concerned. His favorite car is in the driveway, the keys to his motorcycle are hanging up.

Aemond is here, but something is wrong. 

Carefully, she kicks her shoes off, creeps into the house, whistling for Grey Ghost. Nearly immediately, her dog is there, walking at her side, ears flattened to his head. He’d come from upstairs, which meant that was where Aemond was. When she crests the landing, the floor is dark too, no peep of light from under any door.

She looks at her dog, faithfully waiting at her side, and reaches down to rub between his ears like he likes. 

“Where’s Aemond?” Valaena asks Grey Ghost, her good boy tilting his head at her for a moment before trotting off. Valaena follows him, deeper into the house, past the nursery and the guest bedrooms, both their offices, past their bedroom, into the darkness of their master bathroom. There are no lights on, but she can hear the gentle thrum of the shower.

Ah. She should’ve guessed. 

“Guard the homestead, Grey Ghost,” Valaena orders softly, giving her beloved companion another scritch. With a flick of his fluffy tail, he’s off, gone to go sit at the big bay window in the living room and alert them to any guests or general squirrel activity. 

Valaena scrabbles at the dresser until she finds the candle they’d been playing with last night, the lighter not far away. With a click and a spark, a soft flame illuminates just enough for her to see. She pads into the bathroom, past the very expensive pile of designer suit in a heap on the marble. 

Steam doesn’t swirl, which means he’s in a cold shower. 

Aemond’s wet hair gleams in the weak light of her candle through the glass of the rain shower. Valaena lights a few of the other candles scattered by the bathtub, bringing them closer to the shower until she can see his scars reflecting firelight back at her.

His hands are planted on the wall, head bowed, the spray of the water running down his body in a cold spiral. Valaena can see the tension in his back muscles, the way his hair is covering his face in one wet sheet. 

In their relationship, Valaena is usually the tumultuous one, Aemond her steady rock. Sometimes, though when Aemond was drowning, it was her turn to pull him out, to be there. When Aemond doesn’t even move to acknowledge her as she walks in, she can see its one of those nights.

They’re supposed to meet Jace and Rhaena soon, but this is so much more important. Valaena texts her brother some inane excuse and turns off her phone. Her clothes hit the floor in a pile next to him and she slides the door to the shower open. As she suspected, the water is frigid, sending goosebumps over her skin.

Still, regardless of the blowout and her makeup, she wraps her arms around his waist, presses her chest into his back, rests her head between his shoulder blades. She feels him lean into her immediately, pressing back against her, cold water sliding over both of them.

It takes a few minutes, just the sound of the water and the flicker of the candles. Valaena stays there, warming Aemond up, holding him through it. Finally, he wraps one hand around hers on his chest. 

“This fucking case,” he groans, leaning his head back on hers. “I can’t…”

“I know,” Valaena murmurs, pressing them impossibly tighter together. 

He hasn’t said much about it, but there’d been a haunted look in his eye in the little he’d told her. It took so much to phase Aemond that she hadn’t wanted to know what had made even her hardened and impervious husband shudder. When he came home that first day, he’d taken the twins from her, pulled them in close, and smelled their heads until his blood pressure had returned to normal. The way he’d fucked her that night had left her sore for days, like he’d been trying to exorcise a demon in the act. After, he’d curled her into his chest and told her how much this case unsettled him in a shaky voice, saying he needed to remember his family, his life outside of a courtroom. 

“What do you need?” Valaena asks, rubbing the scar on his chest, the one she gave him after their first time together. 

In lieu of answering out loud, Aemond moves her hands down his front, to his cock. 

“Touch me,” Aemond growls. “Please.”

Valaena doesn’t hesitate, pressing her hardened nipples into his back, dragging her nails so lightly down his cock. The strokes of her hands, the way she cups his balls, have him thick and ready in her hands. She presses kisses into the base of his spine, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock while she pumps him. 

“Faster,” Aemond forces out, back muscles tensing under her lips. She complies, moving her hands up and down the length of him at the speed he likes, needing both hands to do it right. Aemond thrusts into her hands, cock twitching in her grip. The noises he’s making, the way his knuckles turn white on the wall, even the way he’s breathing unevenly, she can tell how affected he is by this. The water is like little droplets of ice around them, sliding down her back, threatening to freeze her but for the heat of Aemond against her.

She’s never more aware of their size difference than she is right now, her hands small around the length of his cock.

The restraint he’s showing would impress her, but as soon as the thought occurs to her, Aemond’s spinning around, pressing her against the freezing glass, kissing her like the world is ending. Any control Aemond had is gone, his hands so big around her thighs, lifting her up until she can feel the press of his cock against her. The way he’s holding her, hands on her thighs hard enough to bruise, feet dangling above the floor makes her feel powerless against him. Fire sizzles through her bones, burning away everything except for him, for the way she needs him and he needs her. She’s wet just from the weight of him in her hands, the way the head of his cock bumps against her clit at this angle.

“Valaena,” he pants, “Need you so bad, do you need me to-”

“No, Aemond, take me,” Valaena gasps, Aemond already sliding his cock into her aching cunt before she can finish. He fills her in one thrust, pressure fizzling up her spine at the stretch of her around him. The air is gone from her lungs, pushed out by the way her body moves to accommodate him.

It’s pain underscored by pleasure, the clench of her nails deep into his shoulders as she struggles to adjust, hips bearing down on his as he thrusts mercilessly into her. Each movement sends her up the wall, Aemond’s hands the only thing holding her in place for him. 

Both of them are too worked up for it to last long, the cold of the water long forgotten. He drops his mouth to her neck, collarbone, breasts, biting and sucking until the pain lessens a bit, pleasure gaining more ground. He licks a stripe up from her nipple to her jaw, hitting that spot deep inside of her that makes stars explode across her vision, candlelight and starlight mixing together in one tangle of color. 

Valaena loves it when Aemond’s like this, half feral with need, no thought but the feel of her around him. She’s adjusted to the size of him now, walking that thin and perfect line together.

“So tight for me, so good, taking everything I give you,” Aemond is mumbling against her racing pulse, tongue tracing the words. “Love you, love your tight pussy, love my good girl.”

When his thrusts start becoming heavier, harder, she knows he’s close, can feel herself getting there too. She’s fluttering around him, clenching down, hands petting over his hair.

“Love you, Aemond, come for me,” Valaena pleads back to him, rewarded by the groan deep and low in his chest of her name, the pulse of his cock inside of her. Warmth spreads deep inside, the waves of him filling her up.

It’s that warmth, that complete feeling of fullness, that push her over the edge too, stifling her cries in a kiss that tastes like absolution. The stars in her vision are a galaxy, a constellation of orange and violet and love.

When she comes back down to earth, Aemond is carrying her out of the shower, her limbs still wrapped around him, cold water sluicing down both of their bare forms. Ignoring the fact that they're both soaking wet, Aemond settles them gently in their bed, pulling her into him until she can’t tell where she ends and he begins, his hard cock still deep inside of her.

She’s half on top of him, legs still around his waist, lips pressed against a scar. His heart rate is slowing, his hands relaxing on her thighs. The tension that had kept him in that dark place in the shower is gone, washed down the drain.

He sighs contentedly into her hair. 

“I love you,” he says, repeating it in Valyrian for good measure. “I don’t want to think about that case. I just want to hold you and remember there are still good things. Stay with me.”

“Forever,” Valaena promises, sealing it with a kiss over his heart. 

#i love shower comfort so much #i love this scene so much i might change a few things and make it part of the modern au #anyway i love soft hours #esepcially soft hours with smut included #not that it's very detailed smut but #here you go!! #tdopom fic #writing prompt #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond smut #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen smut #hotd smut

[huehoa17]

Hello, for the request post I thought I'd suggest Ashlock. Hope you're having a good day/evening!

Thank you! Here's an Ashlock!

#Hoa's response #ask #huehoa17 #hoa's art #hoa giang #digital art #arknights #fanart #Csp #Clip studio paint #Color #Shaded #Ashlock #ashlock (arknights) #Here you go!! #Thank you for being here all this time!! #confronting-reflections

[10pm-cafe-lattes]

‘wait for me, i’m coming too // i’m coming too.’

behold! this took me absolutely ages, and i did it in one sitting, too- i’m just gonna post it here real quick before i start noticing all the mistakes i made.

i was listening to hadestown, and season 4’s out, and one thing led to another! no, i have not watched season 4 yet. i will next week.

hope you like it :” it’s them!! rayla and callum as orpheus and eurydice!!

(yes. the words are adapted from the ‘come home with me’ reprise.)

#god this took so long #i changed it up a bit too #callum’s scarf #rayla’s bandanna thing #(rayla’s ring :>) #here you go!! #hope you like it #psps rayllum fandom #the dragon prince #tdp #rayla #callum #tdp rayla #tdp callum #rayllum #hadestown au #rayllum au #crossover #tdp fanart

[just-another-caregiver]

i want to play with a little. i want to be introduced to every stuffie and excitedly showed dolls and cute comforts. i want to sit on the floor with dolls or cars or legos and be silly and engage with an adorable kiddo. i wanna laugh together, and smile and feel the emotional connection and the softness. i want to know about my little one!! i feel like kiddos don't want to annoy me with their playing but oh my god i want it so bad, i just want to be playful and stupid together and indulge in fun lilspace with a smol ♡

#hi i haven't done this in a while #but i had a nice dream last night so... #here you go!! #sfw caregiver #sfw cg #sfw agere #sfw age regression #safe age regression #sfw agere blog #sfw little blog #sfw babyre #sfw cglre #sfw interaction only

[strawbs-screaming]

Shy anon back again! Thank u for the last headcanon!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Just wanted to ask ya if you could write some headcanon about how Aran deals usually when he falls in love (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)! You can make it general or specific about S/O or someone from PO!

(Do you think he is more oriented to hide his feelings or act tough or something different?)(⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

omg hi shy!anon!! nice to see you again!!

hcs below!!

How Aran Deals With Falling In Love

He usually makes it clear hes in love or hides it depending on the person, if the person he loves is someone not very expressive or monotone, he holds his confession back for a while out of fear hes gonna be judged

If he decides/feels like he has to hide it, he becomes very unable to focus and overthinks his actions way more than usual

If he doesnt feel like he has to hide it he'll make it clear as day that hes in love by direct flirting, compliments or vice versa, he'll be very direct with it

If whoever hes in love with is very open with their affection & emotions, he'll confess earlier

He usually tries to impress whoever he has a crush on by finding things about their interests and also studying it himself, this has given him a lot of excessive info on random topics

He'll flex off his muscles more than often, thats usually everyone elses tell that aran likes someone in the room

#punch out #punch out wii #headcanon #punch out headcanons #aran ryan #shy!anon #here you go!!

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident Part VIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2k

About: You finally meet your good friend &lt;3

Part I II -> Next part

"You know each other?!"

You stare at Atsumu with wide eyes, who just stares at the short blonde next to you and raises his eyebrows as if he just had an epiphany.

"Where have I—wait. Karasuno. Karasuno's manager! You're a friend of Shoyo-kun!" Atsumu's eyes shine when he talks about Karasuno, and you furrow your brows when you remember that it's the name of Yachi's old school. "Shoyo-kun? Like—Hinata Shoyo?" You ask, recalling a bright orange-haired man you've met a few times already when Yachi had invited you to drink with her and her friends. They had always been a lively bunch, definitely growing on you the more often you saw them.

"Hmm, we work together," Atsumu nods, and you blankly stare at him while you try to digest that piece of information. You know that Hinata is a professional volleyball player. Very professional. Olympics level professional. He offered you cards to his games quite a few times, and you had politely declined, not wanting to cause him trouble, but he had sent you tickets anyway for a game in a few weeks.

That probably means that Atsumu is a professional player too—or he might be some kind of manager, according to the vague statement that they are working together. His physique and his posture tell you that he potentially could be an athlete- you would believe that in a second.

"Working together like... playing volleyball too?" You ask for clarification, tilting your head curiously while you watch his reaction. His lips curl into a smug smile, and the confidence he's radiating now makes your legs turn into jelly.

"Yeah. I'm a professional, just like Shoyo-kun. He loves my sets, by the way. Always aces them with no problem."

His eyes capture yours and you hang on his every word, definitely surprised by the development. You're married to a probably very famous professional Olympia volleyball player. You're not even sure what to think about this; the new details just made the whole situation more absurd and unrealistic. The only good thing is that Yachi apparently knows him. You could maybe get more information out of Yachi about him later.

"I—wait. The marriage—you married ATSUMU MIYA?" Your attention shifts to Yachi, who turns almost worryingly red, and you quickly step closer to her and reach for her arm, trying to calm her down. "Yes, but it's okay. He's a good guy, okay?" You smile encouragingly, and Yachi takes a few hasty loud breaths before she nods.

Atsumu watches you both and awkwardly clears his throat, a faint blush covering his cheeks at your words, and rubs the back of his head. "I'll leave ya two alone then. I'll call ya, y/n."

The last thing you see is his smile before he turns around and walks away with his hands in his pockets now. His broad back is evident, especially when he's wearing the white dress shirt, and you can't help but admire the man for a second before Yachi enters your sight once again.

"Y/n! - what happened?!"

xxx

"I can't believe you're married to Atsumu Miya!" she exclaims, still sounding shocked as she repeats the same sentence for the third time after you managed to tell her the fully story during the car ride. Both of you sit on her comfortable plush couch, adorned with a few of her stylish designer blankets. You're glad to be in a familiar place finally, but you can't help but to think about Atsumu. Will he call or leave a message soon? You wouldn't mind him calling today already- just to make sure you have his number. Nothing else. Just to clear that whole marriage thing. And nothing else.

You nod with a mild smile an attempt to calm her slight panic. Atsumu has assured you that everything will be taken care of, and you find yourself actually trusting him. "It'll be okay. You mentioned he's a good guy, right? I mean, he's friends with Hinata."

Yachi deeply inhales and takes a sip of her tea and nods. "He's close to Hinata. They get along really well. But let me tell you, Atsumu Miya in high school is something else. His serves were powerful and terrifying- not as much as today, but still enough to keep us all on the edge. Even Nishinoya had a hard time receiving them. Atsumu-san and Osamu-san managed to copy Hinata's and Kageyama's special attack effortlessly. It was insane. Maybe we can find a recording of it."

She grabs the remote to turn on the TV, and you lean forward eagerly at the thought of seeing more of Atsumu. "I wonder what Atsumu looked like in high school," you muse, taking a sip of your tea, its slight bitterness complementing the rich flavor. "He basically still looks the same. His hair got a bit brighter, and I think he grew a bit. And gained mass," Yachi responds, finding what she's looking for with an excited squeal. "Here!"

You both watch how a much younger Atsumu raises his arm and much to your surprise the whole crowd falls silent. "What- that's not normal, is it?" You turn to Yachi who seems slightly pale, probably because she remembers the moment vividly. "That's normal for Atsumu Miya. He was so good and popular that he got that special treatment. It helps him to focus. Oh, and watch his steps! You can tell what kind of serve he's going to make by the number of his steps."

You diligently nod and watch him serve again, taking six steps this time. The camera angle is a tad bit closer this time, and you don't fail to see his yellow-ish hair that definitely looks different compared to his looks today. He was very fit, even back then, but he is definitely more buff today.

You watch some more of Atsumu's powerful serves, his form screaming utmost perfection, and memories of the very same strong, muscular arms wrapped around you make heat rush to your cheeks. Yachi continues to share insights about his playing style, and you quickly try to focus on her words.

"...their combined attacks are difficult to anticipate. But look at how Kei blocks it!" You nod enthusiastically while you observe Tsukishima's impressive block. The video then shifts to another game, showcasing Atsumu in a black uniform adorned with yellow claw prints on his sleeves.

"Oh, that's from the MSBY game! You should have seen him; there's this amazing set—" Yachi's words trail off as the camera cuts to an unusual angle, revealing Atsumu's impressive thighs in full glory as he sets the ball with a ridiculously seductive smile. Your jaw drops at the unexpected sight- you know for sure you would have fainted if you saw that scene in live. How dare he look so good while setting the ball?? "Look, Hinata easily managed to hit that! And there's Bokuto-san!" You recognize the orange-haired spiker, sharing a smile and high-five with Bokuto. "I can't believe that they all actually know each other."

"Yeah," Yachi smiles and nods. "Hinata always talks about Atsumu-san. And Bokuto-san is close with Osamu-san, I think. I've seen him post a few pictures with Akaashi-san at Onigiri-Miya."

"Is that the name of his restaurant? Atsumu said he would take me there someday." Yachi gives you a side-eye, and reaches for her phone. "You've gotten pretty close, haven't you? You seemed really flustered when-" You quickly interrupt her, "No! I—I don't even know him. I don't even have his number. He was just being nice, we're not really close."

Yachi nods with a small grin, and hands you her phone. "Here. That's his Instagram. He's also often at Onigiri Miya. It seems like he's very proud of his brother's success. I though you might want to have a look at his life."

"Thank you." Yachi is truly a great friend, and you feel once again fond of being close to her. As you scroll through Atsumu's Instagram, you find a mix of game snapshots, some pictures with Osamu, in which he always has a plate full of food in front of him, and you can't help but zoom into the plates, impressed by the neatly arranged dishes. As you keep on scrolling, you almost gasp loudly when you find a very surprising collaboration with Calvin Klein, featuring a shirtless Atsumu from a very close perspective. At first, you keep on scrolling, too flustered at the sudden revealing picture, but curiosity makes you go back after a few moments, and you look at the picture again.

He looks good. His muscles are well-defined and he grins seductively for the camera while he poses, clad in only a ripped pair of jeans. It's almost unfair how ridiculously attractive he looks, but you still think that he looks even better when he's just woken up, just like he did this morning. You exhale loudly and curiously click on the comments.

"I would pay real money to have him like this in my bed." "Christmas came early this year- and so did I." "Bless the Miya genes. I'd gladly help to spread them." "Thank you Calvin Klein. I'll make sure to get a pair of these pants." "*FAINTS* HE'S SO HOT, I CAN'T-"

You're startled when you notice how the comments get even more unhinged and shameless as you keep on scrolling. "He... has a lot of fans," you remark, scrolling back to the top and handing Yachi her phone back, to which she nods heavily. "He had his own fan club in high school, and ever since the Japanese team won the Olympics, the whole team has been very popular. Especially Atsumu-san and Sakusa-san."

You hesitate before asking the next question, uncertain of what the answer might bring. "Is there a reason why he's single? He seems like a decent guy, looks good, and he's probably rich. Isn't he the perfect catch?"

Yachi furrows her brows, thinking. "I don't know, actually. It's probably the same as with Hinata and Kageyama. They focus a lot on their careers; they simply don't have time for dating. I also found out that most volleyball boys can be a bit... intense. It's probably hard to find a partner that understands their passion. They prioritize training over anything else. I've never seen Hinata skip a day of training, no matter what happens. Their partners must accept that they put a lot of their energy and time into their jobs."

"Ah," you simply nod, slightly surprised by the revelation. You would have assumed that they have a very lively dating life, but it seems like they just live for work. Sounds a bit lonely.

"I also think that some fans are a bit obsessed with their private lives. There was an incident before with Atsumu-san and one of their fans- but things have calmed down lately, so you should be fine." Yachi reassures you, reaching for a cookie on the couch table.

"I think that—" she is interrupted by the sudden sound of a ringing phone, and both of you exchange confused glances before realizing it's your phone. Yachi's eyes light up, and she squeals, "Maybe it's him—I mean, I could have gotten his number through Hinata, but maybe he's got some news—"

You fumble with the phone, the unknown number undoubtedly belonging to Atsumu. Taking a deep breath, you nod at her and hold the phone to your ear, answering the call with a simple,

"Hello?"

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #here you go!! #finally a friend of y/n! <3 #she has some more and you'll meet them soon too! #and you'll find out more about y/n in the next chapter #but don't worry I'll keep it as vague as possible! #ANYWAYS! I'll try to post another chapter this week #but it might take until monday T.T #I'll do my best though! #I'm eager to post the next few parts #and to finally come to the smut #it will take a bit though T.T #and let's not forget about the incoming drama~ #ugh I have to get up soon for work T.T #I'm not ready T.T #it's gonna be a long weekend full of work #I hope everyone can relax a bit more #LOVE YA! <3 #BTW #I had such a hard time finding out how Yachi calls Hinata and all the other guys #She started by calling Hinata Hinata-kun but in the end she calls him Hinata #same with Kageyama #I'll just assume that she calls the others with -san #except for... #you might have already noticed who she's on first name base with~ that will be important maybe so keep that in mind~ <3

[juiceofmoons]

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

Skz as Poems:

Chan -> Maggie and Milly and Molly and May (E. E. Cummings) 🌊

Requested by -> radiantasthesun 🐚

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#skz #stray kids #bang chan #skz moodboard #kpopccc #staysource #skz as poems mb #here you go!! #I wouldn't let me tag you for some reason but I'll reply to the ask too :) #juiceofmoons #this ones a little experimental #it*

[moonchild-in-blue]

Okay no way i'm not going to send in asks for the handwriting one! (i'm so gonna do this in a bit as well) Sooo may i ask: 3, 12 and 41? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

(I'm still in the middle of answering your dream which i absolutely love btw)

Helloooo hunn! Hope you're feeling better!!! 🥺 💙

3 - your blog title

12 - 5 words that come to your head

Why thneed?? I don't know. It's the Tumblr snail that lives in my ear 🐌

41 - message for your followers

Okay, this is a quote from one of my favourite 80s movies "Pump Up The Volume" (Christian Slater my beloved).

I've loved that quote forever and have it painted on a jean jacket. So there. Some good advice for you babes 💙

#here you go!! #I'm so glad you liked the dream btw i woke up laughing my ass off. hella confused but laughing #darya answers #ask game

[its-tortle]

Hi Luisa! Hope you’re doing well!! ❤️ From the prompt list, how about 23? 🥰

hi galks!! thank you for this <3 sorry it took so long

23. "Just pretend to be my date"

In retrospect, Bucky has no idea why he thought it would even be a good idea to come to this thing. He doesn’t know the groom that well, he doesn't know the bride at all, and his positive response to the RSVP was really mostly just because he had a pathetic lack of plans and was a glass or three of wine in. Also, he had foolishly hoped that the guy he had gone on two semi-pleasant dates with would turn into a boyfriend by the time he had to attend yet another one of these stupid weddings. But Darrian or Dorian or Darryl had turned out to be a tool, mostly, and they hadn’t even made it to their fourth date, so now Bucky is an itchy suit again, nursing his fourth glass of champagne and watching the happy couple -- couples, really -- spin around the dancefloor in their own little world of blissful oblivion. Bitches. 

He suppresses a sneer -- because he should be happy for them, really he should! -- and knocks back the rest of his glass. 

He hates himself a little bit, maybe, because he’s being the grumpy asshole in the corner he vowed to never be, but he’s just really sick of tinder matches that result in having to answer to how many siblings he has and what his favorite movie is only to end up at every wedding alone.

It’s not his fault his ex was an asshole and he’s gotten kind of bad at letting people in. 

And he’s fine most of the time, he really is, except suddenly it’s getting hard to convince himself of that because Brock is here, somehow, and he looks way too put together in his crisp suit and he’s laughing at something with a blonde hanging off of his arm and Bucky’s skin is crawling. He wants to run. He wants to grab another flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray just to throw it in Brock’s face. He wants to scream.

Mostly, he finds he just wants to show Brock that he’s better off without him, even if he still has to remind himself of it sometimes. He wants to seem cool, and handsome, and put together and over it in a way he can’t bring himself to totally be. He hears what sounds like an echo of a pop princess in his head sing “nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it” at that thought, and maybe Maisie is right, but dammit, he just wants Brock to see that it’s his loss. 

Bucky is a catch. Brock is just some dude.

Except Bucky is the one sitting sourly in the corner while Brock is charming the pants off of the audience he’s amassed.

Bucky refuses to stand for it.

“If looks could kill,” a voice muses suddenly from beside him, and Bucky almost jumps with the surprise of it. 

His gaze follows the voice to a figure sitting at the table to his left -- and what a figure it is. The man is around Bucky’s age, with golden hair and blue, blue eyes, and shoulder’s the size of a fridge. Somehow, miraculously, he almost looks graceful despite it. With the bump in his nose and little waist Bucky can see under his tapered suit, he looks like a Greco-Roman statue. 

Bucky stares.

The man raises an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” Bucky blurts. “I’m not- I don’t usually stare like that. I’m not a serial killer.”

The blond chuckles, but it doesn’t feel mean. “You sure?”

“I mean-” Bucky feels himself sink deeper into his awkwardness, even as he tries to backpedal. “I’d kill him maybe, but he’s an outlier.”

The stranger laughs again, and Bucky feels a little too proud of himself for it.

He steps away from the column he’s leaning on to take a seat beside the stranger at the table and hopes he isn’t being presumptuous. A pretty smile lets him know he doesn't mind.

“So what’s his crime?” the stranger prompts then. “Is he a high school bully? A shitty coworker? An ex?

“The latter,” Bucky admits. “And obviously it looks like he’s here only to rub into my face that he’s thriving.”

“I don’t know,” the stranger muses. “It kind of looks like he’s balding a little bit.”

Bucky lets out a startled laugh and decides he likes him right there and then. “Fucker deserves it.”

“Didn’t end well?” the stranger guesses.

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffs wryly, finally feeling somewhat like he’s regained his footing. “He kind of- oh shit, he’s coming over.”

And like that, his footing is gone. Sure enough, Brock seems to have spotted them across the dance floor and is cutting his way through the crowds with that pretty blonde still hanging off of his arm.

Bucky turns to the stranger in a panic. “Fuck. Can you- Can I ask a favor?”

The stranger frowns. “Sure.”

“Just pretend to be my date,” Bucky blurts. “For like, a minute until he goes away.”

Bucky expects the stranger to protest, to scoff and call him ridiculous to even suggest it, but instead he just gives Bucky a subtle nod and adjusts his seating so his (glorious) thigh and (beautiful devastating) shoulder is bumping into Bucky’s. Bucky presses back in thanks.

“James, darling,” Brock jeers when he approaches them. “How nice to see you made it.”

Brock might have been ruinously impossible to read, but even Bucky can tell he doesn't mean that. If he does, it’s just to rub his composed-ness into Bucky’s face. That’s not a word. Whatever.

“You too,” Bucky manages to grit back. “You look good.”

“You too,” Brock replies, but the moment of hesitation before it speaks volumes. Bucky wants to scratch his eyes out. 

“Still working at the shop, then?” Brock asks. Bucky just about jumps out of his chair.

“Yeah,” Bucky manages. His smile is so fake it's hurting his face.

“But he’s actually just started a new project!” the stranger cuts in all of a sudden. “Haven’t you, babe?”

He’s perfect, beautiful, a knight in shining armor. Bucky could kiss him.

Instead, he just smiles and looks back to Brock. “Oh, yes!” he confirms, like he only just remembered because fun new projects happen to him all the time. “I’m restoring this gorgeous 60s Corvette. It’s Tony Starks, actually.”

Brock looks almost impressed, and Bucky wants to leap with joy. He isn’t even lying.

“That’s so cool!” the blonde on Brock’s arm says.

“Congrats,” Brock comments, though it falls a little flat. “Who’s this?” he asks after a moment, gesturing to the Adonis of a stranger.

“Oh, right,” Bucky asks, like this isn’t an orchestrated part of the interaction. “This is my boyfriend. Darling, this is Brock. He’s an old friend.”

Brock’s face twitches like Bucky hoped it would. The ‘old friend’ bit always works like a charm -- Bucky’s been on the other end of it.

“Steve,” his fake boyfriend, Steve, introduces himself. “Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake because apparently Bucky looped a gentleman into his con.

A gentleman with a lame white boy name that Bucky somehow finds endearing when it melds itself to pretty blue eyes and a crooked nose.

Brock shakes the hand with a poorly disguised grimace.

“Right well,” he says after another short moment of awkward silence. “This is Emily.”

Emily gives them a dorky little wave that’s almost cute. Bucky notes that she wasn’t allowed to introduce herself and reminds himself not to hate her. She’s just Brock’s next victim anyhow. 

She doesn’t even get the girlfriend label. Classic.

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky says as earnestly as he can.

Another silence stretches between them. The band has just started playing a Smiths song at a wedding, for some reason.

“Right, well,” Bucky’s knight in shining armor says before it can stretch too wide. “It was so nice to meet you both and I hate to interrupt, but I’d love to ask my best guy for a dance?”

He looks over at Bucky with a questioning glance, and Bucky takes the bait gladly. “Yes! Of course. Please excuse us, this is our song.”

If either Brock or Emily are perturbed by their song being Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by the Smiths, they don’t show it. Bucky internally pumps his fist.

Steve loops his arm through Bucky’s as he leads them to the dance floor, and Bucky curses himself for noticing how solid and warm his arm is. He smells like a warm July evening.

When they reach the floor, Steve loops the same arm around Bucky’s waist and loosely holds his hand in the other. Bucky glances at Brock and Emily over his shoulder and makes a short moment of eye contact with Brock until Steve spins him around and Brock is well out of sight.

“Sorry,” Steve says suddenly, quietly. “I just thought we might want out of that situation.”

Bucky waves him off. “No, thank you. For that and for- the whole thing.”

“Sure,” he responds easily. “He seems like an asshole.”

Bucky’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “He is.”

His beautiful knight-in-shining-armor Adonis stranger is even more beautiful under the twinkling lights of the dance floor, if that’s even possible. His hair falls into his face like a golden curtain. His eyes look like the stars.

“But really,” Bucky says. “You were amazing. I owe you one.”

Steve’s starry eyes crinkle at the corners. “No need. It was fun, honestly.”

Bucky tries to find a way to say that he wants to owe Steve one, wants the excuse to see Steve again, when he beats him to it.

“But, um,” he utters, looking suddenly a bit nervous. Bucky admires that he’s still smiling, that he looks unapologetic about his nervousness. He’s brave, Bucky realizes, and it makes him a little warm. 

“If you wanted to owe me one,” Steve ventures, “you could.”

Bucky can’t help the incredulous little laugh that escapes him. Steve isn’t real. He can’t be.

“Dinner?” he asks.

Steve nods.

When Bucky enters his number in Steve’s phone a moment later, he enters his name as Bucky :) before he can think better of it.

Steve frowns when he takes it back. “I thought your name was James,” he questions.

“It is,” Bucky says quickly. “Technically. But Bucky’s a childhood nickname and I just- I like it better.”

Brock always laughed at it, said it was juvenile and Bucky couldn’t expect anyone to take him seriously with it. But Steve just smiles. 

“Me too,” he says.

Bucky doesn’t mind the next wedding he attends so much. It’s hard to when Steve is holding his hand and clumsily spinning him around a dance floor and making him choke on his drink with laughter. 

And when Brock shows up dateless, Bucky’s too happy to even feel vindictive about it. Mostly.

#here you go!! #sorry bucky is sad and salty. i projected too hard #but i hope you like it anyway :) #should i post this on ao3? idk #i guess i'll see how its received here first #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #marvel #tortle writes #stucky fic #stucky ficlet