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temeyes · 6 days
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ktsumu · 9 days
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18+ NSFT MDNI. SHOWER ACTION.
You already know that Atsumu's in the shower before you hear him in it, nudging the front door shut behind you, heels falling off of your groaning feet. The first matchup of the pre-season has ensured that.
Muscle memory makes you step over the routine dufflebag he drops in the very middle of the entryway, shaking the strap off of your ankle when it catches. His sweater's on the back of the couch.
You'd take it down the hallway with you, but you follow the clothes like a roadmap instead. Toeing along, kicking his track pants out of the way with a scoff, rolling your eyes and wondering how he completely missed the hamper.
An athlete, he calls himself.
The shower turns your bedroom hot, steaming up the windows from the open ensuite door, the mirror dripping with water. You can feel the humidity ruining the hair you worked so hard to keep tidy this morning.
"Atsumu?" You sigh, tugging it loose and glancing at him through the mirror.
It's more so what you can see of him— the frosted glass of the shower punishes you mostly, keeps you to watching his blurry body turn, his head twist to your voice. You can see him turn to face the water again.
"Hey baby. How's work?"
"I'm gonna guess better than the game today?" You pick up his sweaty jersey with your foot, taking in the distinct yet familiar smell of sharp pines and locker room. "Judging by the state of our home."
Atsumu breathes out sheepishly, but it sounds like a grin. "I'll clean it all up, don't worry."
"I know you will."
"Yeah, for sure." He hesitates, humming when he rubs at the crook of his neck. "Maybe tomorrow morning? Swear."
You don't care when he cleans it up, really. Your eyes haven't left the shower.
Quietly, you start to undo your blouse, shrugging it off of your shoulders and peeling it off of your sticky skin. You toss it near Atsumu's abandoned shorts.
"Been in there a while?" you huff, blindly turning on the fan. "Hot as hell in here."
"Everything hurts," he groans. "Fuckin' hate coming off the off-season— not used to it."
You purse your lips. "Gonna stay in for a little while longer?"
It's quiet, aside from the shower running. His shadow moves, leans closer to the glass before standing upright again. His hands tease you over the top, combing through his hair.
"If someone wants to keep me company, can't really say no."
(He must sense your eyes rolling, because he chuckles and slips the door open a crack.)
You shimmy your tight skirt down your legs, stepping out of everything embarrassingly fast. Your cami ends up hanging off the sink and your pantyhose are in a ball, but Atsumu's waiting hand has you getting inside the shower as fast as you can manage.
Where he isn't drenched in water, he's painted by a thin sheen of heat, the steam of the shower dripping down his temple. His hand welcomes you first, guiding you closer so his lips can greet you next.
Atsumu rests a hand on the side of your face, droplets of water swarming down your chest like snakes. He kisses you sloppily, tongue trying at yours the second you let him, teeth grazing your lip when you pull away like he's begging you to stay.
"Sore, huh?"
His eyes travel down— over your chest, sternum, hips. His hands follow in the same order like a drill— tits, chest, beautiful, beautiful hips. "Forget I said anything 'bout that,"
"You should rest, really,"
"Stop teasin' me, it's just cruel," he frowns, "need you to give me a cure tonight,"
"Yeah? It's called eight hours of sleep and Voltaren."
He rolls his eyes, lidded with said sleep— the hand holding yours that pulls you closer and his half-hard cock between you say something entirely different.
Atsumu's hand gropes your ass, fingertips dinging into fat until you get impossibly closer, until he's basically against your stomach and you're basically just looking at his lips.
"You should—"
"Should," he emphasizes, murmured against your mouth as he kisses you again, chaste but lingering, "but this is what I'm actually gonna do."
"What?"
"You," he hums, tucking a strand of your half-wet hair behind your ear, blocking the water and hoarding you to himself. "Gonna be my cleanse."
You snort, fingers smoothing over his abs and down to the base of his cock, nails gently running over the dark trail of hair. "That right?"
"Mmmyeah," he says through a groan, yawning before he slots a hand in between your legs, trailing it up your inner thigh as you finally get him in your hand. It's the only place he's wanted to be all night, besides your bed. "Feel so fuckin' good, fuck,"
You sigh against his chest, tilting your head up to taste him again. Like spearmint, like the gum he must've chewed on the drive home just knowing you'd end up here.
"Shit, alright," he sighs, hips lazily rolling into your palm as you look up at him with eyes that make him wanna pass out.
"Gotta choose now— you wanna be on your knees first or do ya want 'em over my shoulders?"
You breathe out a laugh, sliding your hands over his slippery arms, over every muscled ridge as you lower yourself to the tile floor, kissing his hip when you get there. "Romantic, really."
Atsumu's body tilts your way, chasing your lips down, leaning into your touch as he brushes a thumb over your cheek. The kiss you place on his flushed tip is greatly appreciated— he lets you know it.
"Yeah, honey, I try," he breathes. He smiles so warmly down at you that it's almost like you're not about to suck him off. "Just wait until I get you to bed, yeah?"
"We both know you're falling asleep."
"Well, after we get outta here you will be, too."
"Mm, we'll see."
Atsumu barks a laugh, delicately running his hand up your nape before taking a stronger hold on the base of your hair.
"Oh, you're so on."
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softpine · 4 months
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londonspirit · 6 months
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NYCC Rant
I am soo pissed on behalf of our beautiful cast!
I mean, they KNEW they couldn't talk about their amazing show (and mind you, I TOTALLY support the strike, no questions asked!) but whoever thought playing a stupid game for the WHOLE FUCKING HOUR needs to be given a VERY stern talking to!!!
You have six amazing actors on that stage, all with a shitload of life under their belts (sorry, Con *cackles*) - you could've let them talk about ANYTHING, could've asked about basically EVERYTHING, and they could've still adhered to the strike rules and made it a fun panel!!! (Somehow this now feels like the con itself didn't trust that they would actually do this which makes me even more mad!!! They've been on the lines, they KNOW what can and can't go, no matter how badly they WANT to talk about OFMD! GEEZ!)
But you go and have them play a stupid game, where two of them barely understood a thing (and you didn't do jack shit about it), the questions were silly and boring (which Rhys actually pointed about because that man was (rightfully) ANNOYED AS FUCK!) and for those of us at home some answers weren't even readable because the camera person didn't know where to go first.
They all TRIED so hard to play along but it was just sooo embarrassing to watch, and I feel so soo sorry for everyone, the amazing cast on stage and the people in the audience. (Even worse for poor Matt to have his first convention be like THIS!) (Yes, i am VERY mad at the wealthy studio assholes who are not able to see that paying their artists a living wage would benefit EVERYONE *grrrrrr*)
There could've been sooo many other ways to run this panel and sadly they really fucked it up. (Right now watching DT who's just rambling along about pizza and bagels, audio books, his dogs and all the NOT SAG things he'd done, (while adhering to the rules!) which is adorable but also a very good example as to how to do SO MUCH BETTER!!! (but then again, that moderator was PREPARED!)
So yeah, that was a terrible disaster and an utter train wreck, and I can only hope every other con after this (while the strike's still ongoing) does better - for the sake of the cast AND the audience!!! NOBODY deserves this!!! /rant end
Please understand I am NOT mad at ANYONE striking - they are NOT at fault! It's the fucking greedy studio bosses who think they can get away with their sleazy shit!!! But I am sad that the convention people weren't able to come up with something less humiliating for a cast that deserve the fucking WORLD!!!
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tetsuslove · 2 years
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Warnings: fluff, you and Haji have a baby girl:)
Iwaizumi.H x gn. Reader
🤍: I’m weak for any husband HQ men sorry :”)
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Husband! Iwaizumi who likes to go shopping with his little girl, his little angel and another reason to live
He mostly likes to go on Saturday because the training often ends early than the other days. So when he goes shopping, he asks his daughter with do you want to go shopping with, papa ? With the sweetest tone you ever heard. This beefy and strong man would protect his daughter from anyone who dares to hurt her
he carefully let’s her sit in the car while pushing it through the super market and when his daughter picks something or babbles about something, he loves to take videos of her and sends it to you with texts like “ look at our sweet girl <3 “
Women who comes to the super market regularly, talks, thirst and gossip over this new Dilf without him noticing. But how can they do blind without seeing this beautiful ring he wears all the time without even thinking taking it off or hearing how he calls you when he asks which product to buy.
But soon or later a women tried to hit on him, asking for his number, trying to touch him or your child without asking permission or knowing her, so he had enough. Ofc he doesn’t make scene but he clearly told her to stop and that he isn’t interested that he his happily married
He only glares at her for the last time and started to push the car again, going away from this annoying woman
When he comes home and he calls you, annoyed what happened today, you are running to your sweet husband and sweet girl who just came home to gives them kisse . When he sees you, a smile across on his face. You hug him, kiss him on the lips and greets him with the smile he always adores “ welcome home, haji” and then a little kiss on your daughters cheeks “ and you too, my sweet girl” ” and take her from Hajime since he still had the heavy bags in his another hand
All Hajime can think of that he is happy to be a dad, he is happy to be a husband, your husband . He is just happy that he finally have a family that he always wished of and that his younger self would be shocked that he found the love of his life
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osamusbigtits · 1 year
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tendou: kid with crazy ideas
ushijima: kid with decent drawing skills
together... their creations haunt the shiritorizawa team
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Only You
Tsukishima x f!reader/Kuroo x f!reader | rated E
a/n: angst, angst with a happy ending, oral sex
Summary: Kei gets jealous when he’s drunk, and you’ve had enough of it.
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“Easy, now, kitten,” Kuroo purrs in your ear. His strong hand on your shoulder, stopping you from doing something you might regret.
You’re just a little tipsy. Not drunk enough to do something you won’t remember, but just enough to give you the courage to try to forget about Kei.
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“I’m not blind you know, I can see what you’re doing,” he spits at you.
You’re in the kitchen of Kuroo’s apartment, refilling his drink at his party to celebrate his new job. Setting the bottle of Jack down on the counter with a little more force than you intended, you blink up at Kei.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You say, being the completely sober one of the two. You know he’s just drunk and when he’s drunk his jealousy comes out, but this has been happening a little too often recently and tonight you’re not in the mood.
“I see the way you’re acting with Kuroo,” he glares over his glass at his friend in the living room talking it up with a few other friends.
“Kei, it’s his party,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.
Picking up the drink to bring back to Kuroo, you leave Kei alone in the kitchen, knowing that if you stay you’ll get into an argument and you don’t want to fight right now. Not at his friend’s party, in front of everyone.
“Hear you go, Boss,” you smile up at Kuroo, handing him his refill.
“Ooh, say it again, kitten,” he flirts, draping his arm around your shoulders as he takes his drink from you.
“You’re too much, Kuroo,” you laugh, trying to slide out of his hold on you, because you can feel Kei’s eyes glaring daggers at you.
“Or am I not enough,” he winks at you, letting you slip out of his arm.
Walking back to Kei, you see him standing with his hand in his front pocket and his knuckles turning white at how tightly he’s holding his glass.
“I think it’s time for us to go, Kei,” you tell him, prying the drink out of his hand.
“You sure you don’t want to stay and flirt with our host some more?” He slurs.
Looking up into his eyes, clouded by the alcohol, you shake your head at him.
“I’m going home, Kei. If you want to stay here and act like a baby, be my guest,” you scoff at him, walking away for him to see you’re serious.
“Fine,” you hear him grumble as he follows you out the door.
Please read the rest on ao3
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simphic · 1 year
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Happy Friday from Yassah ヅ
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cinnamoncountess · 1 year
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temeyes · 1 month
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sigh,, more suckyshima,,,
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waveoftheocean · 2 years
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can't believe it's already almost the end of mermay but here's my last min offering 🤲
(this is my second giveaway prize, for @/emmiblart on ig! got very carried away with this piece haha)
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freakurodani · 11 months
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deathsbestgirl · 1 year
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i saw someone post about how the characters look in the x files, how they’re allowed to not look *perfect* and i’ve seen scully be described as “frumpy” in the beginning, i think by ga. but something i personally *love* is how we get to see scully’s freckles (most of the time) whatever they’re makeup they’re putting on ga, it doesn’t cover them like tends to happen far too often. they seem extra visible in e.b.e. when mulder tells her the photo IS a fake and just. *chef’s kiss*
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captainqster · 1 month
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have been chewing on a tostada shell for the last five minutes debating whether it's too stale to have with dinner and i feel like i could have safely come to a conclusion approximately five minutes ago
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sincericida · 2 months
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mood of the day
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helshollowhalls · 10 months
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