#kuroō tetsuro

[bokubear]

HQ BOYS WHEN THEY’RE NEEDY

featuring ; ( timeskip! ) sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsuro

warnings ; none !

notes ; my requests will be answered do not fret, it’s difficult right now .. but i promise i’ll get to them ( and this forbidden affair of ours as well )

SAKUSA takes your hands in his, holding your fingers up to his ice cold cheek with a soft sigh. he won’t budge, at some point you’re concerned if he’s even breathing until peering an eye open to see your beautiful face and only sigh more. especially when you’re immersed in a conversation and not him. unbelievable just how much this giant volleyball was a sucker for you. “y/n..” he utters in a hushed tone, thankfully drawing your attention away. you noticing immediately the need in his voice, a feeling of guilt gnawing at your chest at just how blind you were to his fear of crowds. this germaphobe going such lengths for you—to fulfill your wishes despite his disadvantage. his eyes straying to your connected hands to you with pinched brows. once you excused yourself, you whipped to the car and the moment you sat down his head was in your lap. “kiyoomi, we need to go home baby.” your fingers curving to soothe his curly black locks. “it’s fine here.” he whispered, big hand stroking your thigh with relief. “do you want to stay here then ? i thought you’d want to get home though.” you chuckled softly, stunned into silence at his following words. “wherever you are, that’s my home.”

AKAASHI reaches for his glasses, using the wipe ever so carefully to clear the fogged lenses. today was his day off, and after countless hours with you the bustling errands has came to a halt. now shifting to make way to nighttime routine. you walked from the bathroom to the bedroom in your pajamas, that being one of akaashi’s big t-shirts with ‘VOLLEY-STARS’ glittering in hot pink letters that he’d been gifted from his mom for his thirteenth birthday ( he wore it nonstop and a few years later discovered just how truly ugly it was ). “are you tired ?” keiji insisted, glancing up from his reading to survey your spirited expression. “nah not really.” you shrugged, stretching your arms comfortably behind your head. of course akaashi’s pout was spotted like a dazzling orange gem in black soil. “what ? you want me to climb in there with you and cuddle ?” you grinned mischievously, earning a sheepish keiji in reply. “yes… please come here, i want to lay on your chest.” he proposed, ecstatic when you hoped down. “fine, just until you go to sleep you hoot.” you chuckled at how eager he was, humming in delight. what could be better than this, with your husband half-asleep on your chest in a daze. “i love you ..“ he grumbled softly before falling right asleep.

TSUKISHIMA is much more subtle when needy, he’ll start with quiet gestures of maybe a poke on the cheek or a soft pinch to your hip to try and gravitate your affection ( which can come in the form of annoyance to tsuki ). but this time it seemed you were resilient, generally numb to his efforts and the blocker was becoming gradually frustrated. he leaned back in the seat, tapping his foot and deciding on how he should time this. instead, his mouth spoke before he could even process it. “brat, give me a kiss.” he tapped your shoulder, your bewildered face telling him enough. however this was tsukishima we’re talking about, the one person in this world who doesn’t get phased even when they’re the ones projecting strange outbursts so he simply smirked. “you said you want to all the time, so i’m making it easy for you. go on.” your response immensely surprising to him. “what’s the occasion ? letting me have it easy this time or do you want it.” you clamored, edging closer to him. “what if i did say i want it then ? “ — “then i won’t waste the opportunity.” you sang, breath lingering on his cherry lips and crashing in seconds later. needy, hungry kisses. this side of tsukishima was foreign, but not disappointing. “so cute, even your lips taste sweet.” he snickered, mouth pulling at the sides.

KUROO has and will always be outward when he’s needy. not limited to, but especially when he’s needy. “kitten~ it’s so lonely here~” he whined, facetiming you while you factored in at work. unfortunately the hours aligned on kuroo’s rest day and he was not having it. his complaints thought to irk you, but after all these years of being married to the living cat it didn’t bug you that much. “then why don’t you come visit me, my lunch break is in 30 minutes. if you drive you’ll be there right at 12:00.” you lifted your brows at his gaping jaws. “great idea kitty ! you’re a genius !” rolling your eyes at his toyed gratitude. well he might just be the easiest person to spot in the entire building, practically bouncing with energy. and maybe you should’ve felt just as happy to see him, but knowing the childishness that was going to proceed left you faltering. oh great. he wasn’t just sugaring you up. “KITTENNN ! !” the loud shout drawing the attention of the entire office. how embarrassing. you deflated, there was no escape. “i missed you so much—“ you nearly sobbed, flinging himself onto you with dramatic fake-tears. “please leave tetsu you’re embarrassing me.” you muttered, covering your face with your face. “i guess i’m too attached huh.” kuroo beamed, grabbing your hand to lead you into the cafeteria. “now i can show you how much i missed you unhinged~” — “tetsu you’re a dork.” — “not nice kitten.”

-maak

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[bokubear]

THE HQ BOYS FORGET ABOUT YOUR DATE

featuring ; matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji

warnings ; slight angst/hurt, eventual comfort, crying

notes ; it’s been a while since i updated you guys, think of this as my check in. i hope you’re all doing well !

MATTSUN experienced that uncomfortable feeling of dread filling his senses at around six thirty, approximately an entire hour late from your scheduled dinner date. the restaurant he picked out, the outfit you had bought specifically for this rare occasion. wasted. yet he didn’t realize until he happened to open his messages, your pinned number causing him to leap from the loveseat in terror. he messed up big time. your beautiful face crumbling with sadness sent him dizzy in distress. the frazzled man disregarding his usual belongings to run to the place, evening lights twinkling with the dimmed lighting; elevating the romantic atmosphere. “baby i’m so so-“ however, the apology was cut off when you shoved past him—soft sniffles heard. “if you have time to apologize, you surely had time to show up.” you hissed, not sparing a single glance at issei. after that, he trailed behind you on the way home—downcast. the sounds of your crying haunting him from the living room. he was giving you space, but this was killing him. “i made your favorite dish, come out so we can talk-“ once again, the words frothing in his throat dissolved upon impact. your face hidden in his t-shirt. “you jerk, don’t you ever do that again or i will not hesitate to cut off your hands and feet.” he stood in stunned silence. “alright then, am i forgiven ?” — “not a chance.”

KUROO was fully immersed in his job, and you couldn’t be happier for him. except for the portion which required him to be away for long periods of time. apparently, the at-home movie date was long forgotten. because tetsuro was a no show. the thought of calling him left your lip quivering. this could possibly be one of the only times you get to see him this week and your patience and resilience was running thin. finger pressing the call, listening to the dial tone with absolute silence��emotions in an overflow. but the anger bubbling quickly dissipated when the fluid and ear numbing voice was heard. his. “..how could you forget ?” your voice cracked, crucially unhelpful. “that’s it ! tonight was the movie night wasn’t it ?” he bit his lip, guilt eating his heart alive. “it was.” you finished, hands shaking as you held the phone—struggling to keep it together. “it’s okay kitten, i hear you, i can’t even explain how sorry i am, let it out i’m here.” he hushed, easing your choked sobs. he stayed on the phone with you all the way to the door, enveloping you in his arms while gently rubbing your back. “how about my neighbor totoro ?” you gasped in air. “that sounds okay.” he smiled weakly, kissing your lips. “anything for you.”

BOKUTO grinned form ear to ear, this smile was most definitely not as large as it was when gazing at you—but impressive in the least. his power was phenomenal and this practice was proving simple. kotarou’s gained skill over the years bringing him to this moment. he was obsessed. although no matter how deeply he adores volleyball, you took first. today though the ace was fully charged. mind straying from the picnic date set up forty minutes ago. “that one was the best !” he shouted with glee, fists clenching pridefully. his mini celebration cut short at the gym doors being opened. there you stood, gorgeous as ever in your newly purchased sun-dress. “how’d the practice go ?” you quietly exclaimed, eyes saddened. automatically he ran to you, noting the picnic basket in your hands. “sweets i forgot i’m sorry honey i—“ the look on your face unreadable. “can we start this day over ?” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “just take me on a date you oaf, and if you forget next time i’m not going to your next game.” he brightened first, then paled at the later add in. “that’s easy peasy then.” he smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. “mhm i bet it is.” you hummed, brows lifted in amusement. ‘honey.’ you haven’t heard that one before.

AKAASHI is a busy man. from filing reports to his editing career, his life at the moment is an endless loophole of assignment after assignment. spacing out hardly any time given to spend with you. today was a breakfast day. a day he reserved especially for you, only for you. to go out and eat early and to return to your comfy abode to lay in bed, simply conversing. nevertheless, his internal alarm clock filtered on his job, waking up beside you to leave a peck on your forehead before walking to the subway station. regular routine. funny enough, this one was a close call. a very close call. seated in his office chair, your text affirmed on the screen. ‘where are you ?’ the memories drowning keiji in a huge tsunami. recollections of yesterdays excitement crashing into him. ‘went to the store, hang tight love.’ and just as fast as he’d entered the building he exited. with the small white lie discarded. déjà vu passing by at the familiar bedrooms entities. “you weren’t actually at the store we’re you ?” surveying his coat with a sleepy smile gracing your angelic face. “no, but i’m here now.” he puckered, glancing away from embarrassment. “close call.” he hovered above you, breathy kisses devouring your neck. “but i made it.” you chuckled, his lips tickling your jaw. “that you did.”

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys and their fav body part on you

feat. kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu miya, suna rintarou, kuroō tetsurō, oikawa torū, osamu miya

warnings; slightly suggestive on a few parts, one curse word i think

⦾ kageyama ➼ when you first started dating, he saw you wear an off-shoulder shirt, ever since he likes your shoulders. not in that weird, pervy way, but where he can place his chin. when you run the way your collarbones flex. it reminds him of a good place to leave a love bite. ir gets him flustered sometimes when you move your shirt to the side and smirk at him. but what can he say? he falls for it every time.

⦾ ushijima ➼ your hands. periodt. he loves your hands. he wouldn’t admit it, mans is literally modest to a fault. find it hard to not impulsively grab your hand sometimes. he holds back though. when you grab his t-shirt or run your fingers through his hair MMMMM. so much self-control. what a king. will probably end up telling you when you’re having a tender or heartfelt moment. prob kisses your knuckles when he says it.( AJKDNSSJAHXJ )

⦾ atsumu ➼ loves your stomach. he is a non-judgmental type. big small, round, flat, he loves your stomach. when he comes home from practices he buried his face into your stomach to hear you laugh. favorite resting spot. late cuddle sessions. don’t complain, he won’t say anything, it just won’t do any good. when he’s comfortable he’s comfortable. the equivalent of the s/o falling asleep on their arm while it slowly becomes numb but you CAN’T move.

⦾ suna ➼ thighs galore. thought he would like ass but nah. thighs are better in his opinion. pulls them on his shoulders randomly. slips in between your legs. you stare at him and he grabs your thighs last second with a full-volume grin. he knows what he’s doing. kisses the insides of your thighs. ticklish? good, you’ll be laughing till tears fall. mostly suggestive when he wants to be. actually really gentle. loves assuring you that you are the most beautiful in his eyes.

⦾ kuroō ➼ hips man. rests his hands there unconsciously. became a habit after a while. likes dancing with you around the kitchen and holding your hips. sometimes randomly does it to shock you. suggestively slips his hands a little lower, eliciting a short gasp. litters your neck with kisses when he holds your hips. feels safe when he holds you. gives him a sense of security.

⦾ oikawa ➼ your jaw. he placed chaste kisses along it while you sleep. sweet nothings being whispered. wraps his arms around you to hold you still until he is satisfied with his jaw kisses. likes receiving them as well. thinks there is something domestic about it that brings some sort of fluttering feeling. quirky alien boy vibes. sit on his lap and let him ( or you ) kiss his jaw and he will be yours forever.

⦾ osamu ➼ neck. cooking kisses. slides behind you when you come home and kisses your neck. loves to receive them as well, similar to oikawa. he finds the sense of not having to be grabby when showing affectionate especially helpful, considering this man has a spoon or spatula in his hand all the time. hands-free affection please. those moments where he has you wrapped around his finger, leaning into his touch, tired sleepy eyes. he loves this far too much. will he ever stop? of course not.

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys as friends to lovers

feat. kuroō tetsuro + sakusa kiyoomi + atsumu miya + akaashi keiji

warnings ; friends to lovers ? mentions of kissing

notes ; sakusa is gentle giant ( so is ushijima )

+KUROŌ has known you since he was young, introduced by your parents to his, he spent endless amounts of time with you. what feels to be a few blinks later and the influential years of highschool had already passed, on to adulthood with a small feeling linger just a touch away. sitting quite literally whether that be small acts of affection or hard flirting. y’know. we could date.” kuroō twirled a pen between his fingers, pursing his lips childishly while those curious cat-eyes gazed thoughtfully at you. you laughed, then face turning deadly serious. “you’re not joking ?” you gaped, the man humming in acknowledgment. “say meow if you mean it.” — “absolutely not.”

+SAKUSA admitted many times between brutal conversations nearing his childhood about how he deeply regretted being friends with you. but somehow .. you earned his respect in many ways. whether that be your kindness of sweetness that he couldn’t resist. “y/n.” that familiar greeting once he seated himself on the couch beside you, the gray tanktop fit snug against his built torso. “yes kiyoomi.” ah god, when you called him that. “mmm.. i know we’ve been friends for a long time, and you .. would you considering being something more ?” your brows perked, smile curling at your lips. “i would love that, kiyoomi.” so enticing to him, catching him off guard with flaming cheeks and pink ears. “oh c’mere you big baby.”

+ATSUMU groaned, lifting his hands above his head, pouting. this all started when you’d interacted with the miya twins while playing in the woods when you were younger. these subtle interactions lead to some form of a bond, a friendship, lasting all the way through. “i’m trying to teach you how to flirt, you should be grateful i’m sparing all those girls from your horrific attempts.” yet his expression unlike himself didn’t alter, instead focused intently. “if you keep staring at my lips you’re going to give me the wrong idea.” tilting his head with a teasing smile. “what if i want that wrong idea ?” rolling your eyes, you leant towards, capturing his lips in your own for a short moment. “and i thought we were just friends.” another roll of your eyes, atsumu was beet red.

+AKAASHI sat crisscrossed on your carpet, nearest to the tv that he remembered quite clearly to be similar to that of your old house. those relentless hours spent marveling at the cartoons and documentaries covering animals and things you’d see at keiji’s house, good memories. “you still look pretty even with this horrendous face mask, i’m jealous.” you giggled at the frog hair-band he used to hold his curly locks back, he looked so cute. “don’t say things like that, you look pretty too.” he reminded, eyes narrowed with concern. “you’re saying that just because.” he couldn’t help but watch you apply chapstick, licking his lips. “because what ?” suddenly he was inches closer, breath fanning your face. “can i ?” pretty eyelashes daunting when he kissed you. “you’re still pretty even when i kiss you.” he smiled, pretty.

-maak

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[bokubear]

living together for the first time | hq boys

ft. kuroō tetsuro, osamu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa torū, atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji

warnings; none, fluff overload

kuroō had been sleeping heavily. eyes slowly cracking open when the sunshine coming through the window became unbearable. holy crap. he sat there, maybe a good 15-20 minutes, absolutely amazed. you were in the same house, living together. he would get to see you every morning, wake up to you. what a dream.

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osamu was cooking. ( per usual ) when he had first woken up from the extremely peaceful slumber he was in, he spent lots of his time taking you in, kissing your cheek softly and disappearing into the kitchen with a voluminous smile. stretching wider by the minute. he vowed to always make breakfast for you. it may seem silly but osamu miya making breakfast for someone every single day? now that was something.

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ushijima woke up. eyes wide. you were cuddled into his chest, legs sprawled over his. you were so cute. he huffed, fingers tracing your features, lightly as if caressing a porcelain doll. how he could get used to this. it was more of a blessing than a shocker really. so sweet, so vulnerable. but willing to be here with him on the daily, seeing you when he gets home from a hard day. so beautiful.

-

iwaizumi began his morning by getting up, eating a light breakfast and working out. but this morning was different. the moment he opened his eyes something wasn’t right. this want his bed, or his house. he was with you. right, you had moved in yesterday. wow. that’s a lot. he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you on his bed. it shouldn’t be a shocker no, but woah. so precious. he probably played with your hair a lot that morning.

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oikawa gasped. he felt a weight on his chest, horrified a sleep paralysis demon had come to haunt him at last. it was you, holding his shirt lightly with a crumpled fist. he held in his laughter the best he could. you whined, shoving your face deeper into his chest. “oh sweet girl, it’s nearly 11am, why’re you so tired?” he cooed. snickering with that jerk grin. a tease even when moving in together huh.

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atsumu woke up on the couch. you were beside him, and the tv was off. strange. then it clicked, he remembered helping you carry all your stuff in lugging each package painfully though the home. watching a movie ended up with you snoring next to him, and he followed that lead. getting used to that. he took a million pictures. sending them to his teammates bragging ‘look at my beauty, imma be living with this every day’ or posting pictures on his instagram saying ‘she is SO gorgeous’, ‘bet you’re jealous’.

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bokuto fell out of bed. he had a habit of forgetting where he was when he woke up. he was a deep sleeper. when he saw you in his bed he grew very very scared. immediately calling akaashi. “akaashi, y/n is in my bed and i’m scared! did i kidnap her last night?!” he tried keeping his voice down. “bokuto san, you moved in together yesterday.” bokuto stared at you, then the place. then you, then the place repeatedly. “oh. thanks akaashi.” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly when akaashi laughed. “Y/N AREN’T YOU EXCITED!?” he screeched, flinging himself on the bed. “OH- wait sorry you’re still sleeping.”

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akaashi hummed a tune, carrying the coffee cups to where you sat on the couch. “ ‘kaashi.. why’re you here…?” — “i’m living here with you now sleepy-head.” you stared at the coffee cup a small smile breaking out on your face. “that’s good. i’ll get to see your pretty face every morning.” you leaned over to him, eyes tired with sleep. “i’ll get to see you every morning too.” akaashi chuckled, brows loosened. “that’s cool akaashi.” you mumbled incoherently, head lolling to the side, fallen asleep. “my tired girl, let’s go back to bed.” he picked you up easily, carrying you back to bed.

-maak

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[bokubear]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

featuring ; suna rintarou, kurō tetsuro, daichi sawamura, atsumu miya, osamu miya

warnings ; alcohol mentions

notes ; somehow .. this is what it’s become

☇SUNA fits this role perfectly, he never thought himself to be working in this club part time—spinning the various bottles of toxins so easily while entertaining the many seated on the worn leather stools. neither did he think to find you, sauntering towards him so aimlessly to order a martini, the olive sitting untouched as you poked at it. “haven’t seen a face like yours here, although i’m not disappointed.” he flipped the bottles in his wrists, pouring the liquid into your glass with a sly smirk. “i could say the same for you.” breathtaking eyes glittering towards him, now ushered to another customer hurriedly. you caught the note he slipped your way. written with ‘a martini at this hour is bold, but you’ve caught my attention, keep it for later.’ finished with his number.

☇KURŌ was well known at this bar, known for just how amazing he was at flirting. the women came flocking towards him like moths to a flame. you on the other hand proved his inflated ego wrong in such a grueling manner it almost sent him stumbling back. “if i really was trying to poison your drink i wouldn’t be trying so hard.” he groaned, carding a hand through his frazzled locks in frustration. “if you’re trying so hard in the first place, that leaves me with even more suspicion to use against you.” you clicked your tongue, glaring at the glass defiantly. “here !” he took a swig of the liquor, gawking as you lifted the glass to your lips effortlessly—winking in his direction. “just this once, don’t get any ideas.” he grinned victoriously. “have two, on me this time, don’t worry kitty, it’s not rigged.” arrogant.

☇DAICHI is and has been resilient. of course, he continues to do so, as stoic and polite as ever to each and everyone of his customers. because it seems the enormous amounts of people straining for his attention were only met with that innocence shining as bright as the sun. despite the facade, his appearance sent the innocence flying out the window. muscular, built arms wiping the glasses, brows knit. not to mention his veiny hands. god he was such eye-candy. “and for you ?” he glanced to your direction, stopping in his tracks. “wine please, make it strawberry.” your lips parting ever so slightly, you were drop dead gorgeous. “ah-aHUM. y-yes ma’-am, coming up. might i add you look absolutely stunning in that dress, be sure to come by whenever you’d like.” your laughter sent him dizzy, so adorable.

☇ATSUMU could not be any more forward. making sure to tip your drink just nearly full, offering to take you out or even quit this job to be your own personal bartender for the evening. funny enough, he falls completely prey to you, willing to get on his knees from your mere presence. taking a seat at the counter, all fixed up and pretty. he thinks it should be illegal to look like that. it’s dangerous. to him mainly. immediately, all his attention spans to you, ignoring everything else but you. your voice, your eyes, your face, everything. dragging him in with each breath. he finds himself carrying on with conversation far too often, but he doesn’t mind. it’s honestly unfair how good you are at this, especially when you smile, how he gets lost in that expression. there’s so much.

☇OSAMU treats everyone as family, offering some extra drinks when his boss isn’t staring over his shoulders, referring to the pretty ladies as “miss” or “dear.” however you were the first to be called “darlin.” it surprised you, who’d lingered all around this bar for a bit, catching into tid bits of discussion but never getting too in-depth. “your drink darlin.” he didn’t miss your eyes growing round with shock, his transforming into crescents with laughter, deep, sexy laughter that rumbled though his chest. “you heard me sweetheart, now enjoy it, we don’t get a lot of shipments so i’m bein’ generous.” you flushed, sipping gradually while viewing him from afar. “lemon.” he magically appeared, plopping the slice on the side of your drink. “adds to the flavor.”

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys slow dancing with their pregnant s/o

feat. ( timeskip ! )kita shinsuke + daichi sawamura + sugawara koushi + kurō tetsuro

notes ; happy valentine’s day for some and valentines eve for others ! lots of love from me <3

+KITA prepared the stir-fry with anticipation, dicing up ingredients on the go like a pro ( no surprises there ). of course, he insisted that you sit watching that show you’ve been loving lately, but your stubbornness led to his helping you to measure. “absolutely no cutting.” he narrowed his eyes, knowing full well how that would go without his sternness for aid. “but shin, it’s so boring only measuring !” you whined, practically flopping on the counter with despair. suddenly, the radio station began playing ‘love’ by frank sinatra, kita’s lips pulling up to a small smile of mischief. “if we dance will it be boring ?” he slid across the tile, grasping your hands with his to sway, you didn’t reply as he kissed you, lips tainted with the taste of strawberry chapstick he’d moisturized with earlier. sweet.

+DAICHI pulled off his hat, gawking at you and your swollen belly and the utensils in hand. “what’re you doing ?” he murmured, wrapping those big arms around your waist with a pouty face. “heating up left-overs.” you rolled your eyes, watching with amusement as an imaginary lightbulb popped at the top of his head, scurrying to his phone. you didn’t even inquire, too focused on the heavenly essence circling in the microwave just waiting to be gobbled up. “here we go.” he scooped you up, laughing at your shocked expression. “hey ! i need my food.” you groaned, beating as his chest. “shhhh .. listen.” nonetheless, you managed to fall prey to his happy face, so relieved to be home with you, ‘thinking out loud’ playing softly in the background adding to this moment. “this is what i look forward too most when i come home.” he sang along, he does everytime.

+SUGAWARA clicked his tongue, observing how delicate ballet dancers were on point, it always amazed him. he’d been preparing books for his daughter-to-be, those books including some he’d researched on, and read to his students as well. so diligent. “baby, do you think i could stay on point like that ?” you snorted, but covered up the bruising reaction with a grin. “maybe, try it out.” you nearly rolled over as the teacher hardly managed to keep balance walking regularly. “no no it’s like this.” you tried explaining, to no avail. “i can dance though.” the now sweaty post-setter stated with an arrogant tone. “oh really ? i’d love to see that.” you chuckled lowly, not expecting his hand to reach out to you. now clumsily stepping around the living room, highly inexperienced. “what’re we dancing to anyways ?” — “dunno, it sure is fun though.” — “mhm, sure.”

+KURŌ had his face stuffed in a ‘recipes for a healthy mom-to-be!’ type magazine, reading each word like a precious document that would determine life or death. it was adorable to say the least, he was very very concerned for your health and well-being throughout this pregnancy ( and the little one growing inside of you as well ). “we should try this.” he pointed to a ravioli looking guide, you humming with approval. “we should.” that leading to a grocery store run, and now frivolous screaming to the songs blasting on your google home. romantic, slow songs, randomly began playing, earning a bewildered look from the business owner. “how did it change so fast ?” you belting out laughter at just how flustered he’d become. “let’s dance kurō ! this baby’s gonna have my moves.” — “dear god i hope not.” — “shush.” sticking out your tongue, you were then met with an embrace. “what’re you doin’ ?” he shrugged. “you’re warm kitten.” nearly purring with glee. so. so happy.

-maak

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[bokubear]

making you flustered w/ hq boys

feat. atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou, kuroō tetsurō

warnings; none apart from certain suggestive themes

atsumu ❧ is a master of his trade. if you’re stone cold, he’ll crack you like a can of soda. little things, he takes them into thought. more or less using your features to his advantage. somewhat suggestive, he likes kissing your neck from behind to surprise you. or fluttering his fingertips against your hips and thighs. mission accomplished. he thinks when he watches your face become red.

sakusa ❧ may very well hone his skills too. but differently. he does subtle things that have a flustering effect. hw hardly notices. never makes it his “goal” to fluster you. but he admits to it being quite amusing. early mornings when he leans to your ear, teeth nibbling so soft, to kiss your lobe and leave a line of chaste kisses along the sides of your face. it doesn’t happen often. so when it does, you find a way to treasure it every time.

suna ❧ adores embarrassing you. not mean, but very mean. he’s a tease. one time, he tried a kabedon in the middle of the hallway. let’s say you slid down the wall trying to get away from him. to no avail. “what? you don’t like it?” he smirks, knowing full well what he’s down with your ears being such a bright pink. “are you embarrassed?” he coos, breath ghosting the shell of your ear. jerk.

kuroō ❧ he is a brat. well a tease too, similar to suna. he is a cat in every language. he pounces, practically jumping on you. if you define “fluster” as ‘scaring’ well then he’s a born natural at this. on those certain occasions when he does decide to ‘flirt’ he can easily make a person red. he doesn’t really take the time though. saying that making someone red isn’t as rewarding as hearing you shriek with “glee” when he scares you. thanks kuroō.

-maak

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playing with their hands | hq boys

feat. oikawa torū, kuroō tetsurō, kenma kozume

oikawa ❅ he had not expected this. the subway train was packed with people rushing to get home from a late work shift. you were there with him, seated beside him. he nearly fell asleep until he felt your gentle fingertips slip to fiddle with his fingers, running along his palm and ghost shivers on his skin.

kuroō ❅ a meeting. speaking to the head executive was a bit nerve-wracking. but he was prepared to say something. he had been planning relentlessly. you could tell he was stressed. this could cost him his job. “hey.” you uttered gently, slipping cold fingers into his warm hand and rubbing his knuckles assuringly. since then he always found comfort in your touch.

kenma ❅ already had a habit of linking pinkies with you. so when you started playing with his hands for fun, he knew he had no excuses. kenma finds it a bit funny. you look so concentrated on what, his hands? kind of random. either way, you’re cute regardless.

-maak

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[bokubear]

pregnancy cravings w/ hq boys

featuring ; ( timeskip! )bokuto kotarou + akaashi keiji + atsumu miya + kuroō tetsuro

warnings ; weird food combinations ?

notes ; akaashi will run across the world for your cravings :(((

+BOKUTO perks when he hears your loud groan. “baby ! is my baby having a baby ? ! akaashi—“no kou.. i just want more pickles…” his frantic typing came to a halt, looking up at you with those gorgeous amber orbs that stared round at you. “y/n, this is the fourth jar y’know.” he bites his lip, unscrewing the lid hesitantly. especially in these times, he’s become much more concerned. your food habits a prize compartment. “i do i do, please just gimme.” he marveled in the way you devoured the entire jar in a matter of seconds. you didn’t even like pickles before. “this baby has your appetite.” — “oh really ? ! fantastic !”

+AKAASHI would run across the world fro your cravings. of course, apart from being resilient compared to bokuto, he also is quite strict about the food you eat as ‘pregnancy cravings.’ insisting that eating chocolate for hours is not good for the baby. “keiji i swear to god. if you don’t give me more chocolate this baby will murder you.” he cocks his brows at this, eyes appearing much more tired than usual. it is so hard not to give in, but it’s for the baby so he’ll have to eventually oblige. “fine find. only a little though and then i can make you a drink alright ?” pressing a kiss to your cheek, hardly turning on his heels before hearing a “akaashi, hold me.” ah, he melted. “yes yes darling i’m here.”

+ATSUMU was struggling to not vomit upon mixing sardines and ice cream for your insane idea of a ‘delicious’ snack. he had resorted to wearing a nose plug at one time, now completely giving up. even calling sakusa for recommendations on how to get the smell of fish out of clothing and household items. that was a big one. “‘m sorry you have to deal with my weird cravings.. i know they suck.” you pouted, back against his chest while his hands caressed your stomach. “wha- hey hey babe babe. don’t you even start thinking that. you’re the warrior that’s holding this baby for me, that’s more than enough. and this little one is hungry and i get it, just know i will get you anything. don’t hesitate to ask okay ?” he grasped your face gently, thumbing your cheeks with a soft smile. “okay.”

+KUROŌ didn’t necessarily know what to think. was it bad that you were asking for straight lemons ? eating them and everything by the slice ? should he be concerned ? “tetsu, i want more lemons please.” you waddles beside him, ushering towards the higher cabinet, awaiting your precious lemons. “kitten i’m honestly considering if this is bad for you.” you bit your cheek, eyes narrowing defiantly at the man so much taller than yourself. “i seriously asked my doctor tetsu, look ! it says here this is a common craving ! so there’s no way it’s bad for you since my doctor told me.” you frowned, face contorting to that of desperation and frustration. “now c’mon, i need those lemons.” — “you’re so funny.” kuroō goofily grinned, easily unaffected.

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys and pick-up lines

featuring ; akaashi keiji + kuroō tetsuro + atsumu miya + kageyama tobio

warnings ; none

notes ; kuroō is a king at using pick-up lines >:D

+AKAASHI finds cute pick-up lines to write in the mornings on a little sticky note he leaves on your night stand before he goes to work. the editing firm isn’t too far away, so he always jogs home excitedly in hopes that you enjoyed it. little ones like ‘if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber’ with a little heart next to it. so very cheesy but so very cute at the same time, it’s hard to not smile. something you look forward to every morning.

+KUROŌ is a cat at heart and it is clearly visible, even in his pick-up lines. sometimes he puts them around the house or on tuna ( the family cat ) just to be a pain. common seen ones are those like ‘be mine it’s meow or never’ and stupid things like that that just.. make you cringe especially hard. so very silly. and when he just looks up and squints his eyes in that smirk you can’t help but frown. he thinks he is so funny. of course you try to retaliate but the attempt remains futile. now the house becomes littered in thousands of cat-related pick-up lines.. kenma was amused.

+ATSUMU has a long history with pick-up lines. in his first year of highschool he tried impressing you with random pick-up lines here and there in hopes of winning you over. he thought he was extremely charming, it was truly a shame. once he tried a very risky pick-up line following the idea of ‘is it hot in here is is it just you ?’ which earned him a good smack from both kita and yourself. while dating him he occasionally brings it up which makes him laugh at how your brows knit with irritation because he knows you’re trying not to laugh. he’s a mind-reader.

+KAGEYAMA ends up getting flustered every time he tries to use a pick-up line. it’s kind of pitiful in a very awkward way. hoshiumi suggested using a few in the first place to “spice things up.” well the idea of “spicing things up” only lasted till tobio was a stuttering mess on the floor of your apartment with a face as red as a tomato. the poor boy just could not work up the courage to spit out the line, shrinking the longer he stood in front of you. patting his back on your couch, you assured him that you didn’t need him to tell you any pick-up lines for him to be cute. well that made him even more flushed. great.

-maak

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calling hq boys the wrong name

feat. bokuto kotaro, atsumu miya, suna rintarou, kuroō tetsuro, oikawa torū

warnings ; none..? one curse word i think..

a/n ; poor bo… il him♡

♡⇒ bokuto looks utterly dejected. he doesn’t understand i mean, how could you possibly forget his name? it’s so upsetting. he proceeds to pout the entire day and only forgives you if you kiss his face “a thousand times” he says. of course he completely forgets the next morning. acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever occurred the day before.

♡⇒ atsumu was talking nonstop about how good the new ramen he tried was. then he heard a “mhm, okay torū.” and stopped dead. cue and entourage of questions including “what have you been doing with torū?” and “you’ve been hanging out with aoba johsai lately haven’t you?!” in a sense of school rivalry. he ends up forgiving you, but he calls you the wrong name the entire day as well just being petty.

♡⇒ suna acts like he’s been fatally kicked. he won’t even utter a word to you. no even looking at you. how dare he be called atsumu. disappointing. you practically have to beg him to speak to you because he is SO upset. truly a child. even his friends are a bit concerned after a period of time. he gives in, but he will poke fun at you as in blackmail if you decide to act against him ever again.

♡⇒ kuroō whines and whines about it. all of a sudden, he grins devilishly and decides that he is going to make you call him stupid nicknames that make a person barf in a simple act of revenge. i mean, who the hell wants to call their boyfriend “tetsy?” it makes you want to cry but he just shrugs and acts like it is definitely not his fault that he came up with the hideous nickname.

♡⇒ oikawa lost his mind when you called him “iwa.” literally went ballistic. he spam called iwaizumi with questions like “you’ve infected her!” and things like that with this pouty face. he becomes completely enamored by the fact it was aliens. not that it could be aliens but that it literally was aliens. no doubt about it.

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys when their s/o feels insecure

feat. ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu miya, iwaizumi hajime, kuroō tetsuro

warnings ; insecurity..? comfort, angst

a/n ; sometimes you may feel insecure about your body, personality, or anything. it’s alright to feel that way but just know that you’re beautiful ! !♡

_ushijima was walking back to practice with you. his sports bag slung over his shoulder, the wind whipping at his hair. “ah, you bought that new dress didn’t you ? do you like it ?” he innocently inquired, your feet shuffled nervously. “it’s great ! it’s just that i don’t think the dress looks good on me.. it makes me look fat..” you murmured, the ace’s eyes narrowing. he didn’t say anything, waiting till you arrived home to ask you to change into the dress. he noticed how awkward you seemed. you looked gorgeous. how could a person as beautiful as yourself feel insecure ? he rose from his place on the couch, fitting his head into the nook of your neck, huffing a sigh. “you’re too beautiful to feel insecure my dear.” he kissed your cheek softly, holding onto that adorable smile.

_atsumu tried on billions of sunglasses with you, taking endless pictures that he would soon save to his favorites. you were sprawled on the couch, brows knit while you swiped through the pictures. “‘tsum.. why is that you always look so handsome in all of these and i just.. i look so ugly next to you.” you bit your lip, regretting the outburst. atsumu stopped looking at his phone beside you, glancing up with an utterly confused expression. “whaddya mean? you’re so pretty..? why would you ever think that?” he pursed his lips, looking at you like you were crazy. he watched your lip tremble with panic eliciting in his heart. “nah, no crying princess. c’mere. lemme remind you.” he patted his lap, allowing you to be seated before littering every inch of you with kisses. “you are the most amazing thing to ever exist, don’t ever doubt your self worth alright pretty?”

_iwaizumi had busied himself with sewing a patch in his favorite godzilla shirt. he looked so handsome ( as per usual ) simply sewing. it was almost unfair. these days, you’ve felt kind of useless. like maybe iwaizumi was doing everything while you were just there. a little bit of debris in the path of his diligence. “haji, i feel useless.” you whispered, staring down at your hands, not sparing a glance. “useless? for what? not sewing?” he huffed a small chuckle, but that gesture stilled once he realized you weren’t referring to sewing. “i just.. i feel useless when it comes to being there for you and just being part of everything that’s happening.” unnoticed by you, hajime softened. “ah, i feel that way too sometimes. but you gotta think babe, sometimes it’s alright to feel useless. life has its ins and outs but that makes it more exciting. don’t forget that if you ever feel useless, that you’re so very important to me. and i love ya.” hajime is really kind.

_kuroō has always been aware that a person experiences insecurity at times. it’s all human. but out of all the people he expected to feel this way, he came to the conclusion that maybe he wasn’t there for you. such an angel to him he disregarded that in reality you weren’t an actual angel ( although it’s hard to believe ) and that at times it’s important to feel insecure to result in future development. you were at the beach, tetsuro in all of his glory with his nice biceps and abs. but you.. it was inferior. “c’mon y/n ! let’s go swimmin’” he beckoned excitedly, gesturing towards the gleaming water. “nah tetsu i’m good.” you quickly flapped your hands dismissively. this seemed to sprout some sort of mischief in the blocker, so when he picked you up he hadn’t expected to hear “stop it kuroō !! i’m not good enough to be looking like this around you.” and when he heard a sniffle he sat you down. “not good enough..? if anything i’m not good enough to be around you. i think to isn’t important how you see yourself, because right now kitten, you look stunning.”

+ remember that you are valid and amazing !! i believe in you so please don’t be afraid to show off how amazing you are ♡♡

-maak

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[bokubear]

waking up next to hq boys p.2

feat. atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou, bokuto kotaro, kuroō tetsuro

warnings ; none

a/n ; once again i think i made one back then, here we go with a part 2 !

˚ · . ‘for you, anything’ atsumu thinks when he opens his eyes to you. so peaceful in slumber, breathing gently while the sun arrays itself so beautifully on your skin. you are magnificent, truly. he can’t get enough. all smiley while he kissed your skin. “good morning babe..” he whispers. so very lucky.

˚ · . sakusa wrinkled his nose, rising from his place in the bed to marvel at you for a moment. how blessed he is to have you sleeping next to him. he picks himself up and makes breakfast for you, delivering it carefully to you on your bed. breakfast in bed by this cutie. he ushers you back to sleep if not, kissing your face gently.

˚ · . sighing heavily, suna groans as he turns, the sun is far to bright in these coming days. you are curled in his chest, so freaking precious. although he wouldn’t admit it, he turns to face the sun since he doesn’t want you to endure it. letting you sleep even just a bit longer. he doesn’t want this to end, having you asleep in his arms like this.

˚ · . bokuto gasps, yellow orbs wide when he watches you sleep. you are breathtaking. a model really. he breaks out into this massive beam, just watching you sleep gets him like this. so cheery and happy. he holds your cheeks, kissing each of them nonstop until you groan about it and he lets go, laughing and pumping his fists in the air. “AHAH! look at me! i’m the luckiest man alive!”

˚ · . kuroō giggled at you. you looked so comfortable snuggled on top of him like this. your fists held onto the fabric of his shirt, head buried into his chest. “comfy kitten?” he mused, poking your cheek like an annoying little brother. you muttered something incoherent in his shirt, kuroō took this easily as a challenge, poking your cheeks endlessly. very annoying but he let you go back to sleep afterwards.

-maak

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[bokubear]

under the mistletoe w/ hq boys

feat. kuroō tetsuro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, suna rintarou, bokuto kotaro

warnings ; not a single one !

a/n ; i would gladly kiss bokkun under the mistletoe :’(

&- kuroō looks at you with this sly grin, face painted in mischief. “y’know. this is quite romantic.” he teases, voice becoming slender and smooth. “sure.” you roll your eyes, he’s one of a kind. of course, you reach up on your tippy toes, kissing his lips like it was the first time. watching great mysterious smirk cree onto his blushing face all the while.

&- atsumu has this ever impending flush to his cheeks, ears hued in pink. “betcha wanna kiss me.” he states, eyes flickering nervously from your lips to your eyes in hopes of a compromise. “you look more excited to kiss me than ever you school boy.” this time, that edging tone coming around to curve on your tongue. “i do.” atsumu grinned cheekily, earning a soft peck in return.

&- osamu smiles at your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close. “well isn’t this cliche.” he exclaimed, eyes trained on yours and yours only. so much love. “true.” — “well you know what comes next right?” — “mm.. maybe..?” you play dumb, leaning back on your heels foolishly. “let me show you instead.” he offers, sweeping you off your feet in with that gentle kiss of his.

&- suna finds this entire situation irritating. he knows you’re acting oblivious on purpose. acting like you don’t understand. “we’re under the mistletoe.” he huffed, looking away with a slight hint of embarrassment. you just smile like an idiot while staring at him. ‘a love struck child’ he muses. “just c’mere.” he hushes, grabbing your cheeks to pull you in. meanwhile, he’s as impatient for your lips as ever.

&- bokuto could not sit still. he was bouncing with utter glee, chirping about being under the mistletoe with his “future wife” he said. he was just staring at you with the most precious face. “you are an angel.” he gaped, mouth dry with amazement. you laughed at this. “can i kiss you pretty lady?” — “yes bo, you can kiss me.” he did, and he would a thousand times after as well.

-maak

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[bokubear]

when you start showing | hq boys

ft. kuroō tetsuro, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, osamu miya

a/n ; this was SO PRECIOUS MMMM♡♡

kuroō ^ he was really feeling his fatherly roots when you began showing. your cute little belly all swollen. he would never complain about massaging your feet or back on absolutely any occasion. he tells his kid about science. it’s stupid but somehow heart-warming..?

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suna ^ this man goes full dad mode, whenever you’re out and about he won’t hesitate to send the nastiest glare to anyone who looks at you weird. holding your hand gently and leaning over your shoulder to pepper your neck in gentle kisses of encouragement. he knows it’s hard on your body, you’re doing amazing.

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sakusa ^ he’s your ‘everything you need’ type of man. he stands behind you and often places each hand on your stomach, rubbing softly. he is extremely gentle with you, and if you have mood swings, he is your shoulder to cry on. he caresses your belly, usually telling stories with a sweet smile.

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atsumu ^ you are so cute. it’s almost terrifying. if press feel the need to talk it up, he almost always either mentions you if you aren’t there or shows you off. if you even mutter that you’re uncomfortable, sad, anything at all, this man will immediately escort you through and entire city till you feel better. he holds your face and kisses your nose a lot.

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osamu ^ he is already really good at whistling, but he hums more to his child than whistling. little songs that are sometime meant for children, others he’s heard on the radio. he thinks to be born when listening to song is the best way to go about. he regularly places his head on your stomach and hums songs.