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laurelled-by-lavender · 1 year

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midnight lovers

pairing: sugawara koushi x fem!reader content warnings: written with chubby reader in mind, reader’s hair is long enough to be tied up (colour, texture, etc. is not mentioned), roommates to lovers, fluff, kissing, some suggestive parts - (light choking), mentions of food, one (1) very mean and aggressive guy, koushi is ready to fight. word count: approx. 3.5k

these were the nights you loved the most.

a fortuitous meet-up in the kitchen at 11:00pm between two roommates, unsuspecting of what’s to come later in the night.

it was one of those kinds of nights.

neither of you could sleep, though, it didn’t bother you. you just had to find a way to occupy yourselves. feeling quite hungry, you propose going to the super market for a late night snack spree. suga happily agrees. you don’t bother changing out of your pajamas, and neither does he. you, in your oversized shirt and sleeping shorts, and koushi, in a white wife-beater and plaid navy blue pants.

within 5 minutes, you’re in suga’s car, pulling into the dark and empty parking lot. on any other day, this parking lot would be scary, and much too anxiety-inducing to even walk past. but tonight, with suga, it felt so right.

the minute your enter the store, you’re already going separate ways.

“drinks?” suga asks.

“yep. snacks. meet me in the frozen desserts section in five.”

“alright, see ya.”

four minutes roll buy, and you’ve collected all that you need, so you head over to the frozen aisle a minute early to scout the possible treats to choose from before koushi comes to meet you. eyeing the many different varieties of popsicles, ice cream flavours and cakes, you try and decide what it is that you’re the most in the mood for. usually, you would’ve chosen ice cream in a heartbeat. but tonight didn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night. you sigh and ultimately conclude that you’d have to consult suga when he got to you.

you stand there for a good 45 seconds before he spots you. your back is turned to him, and he sees you sigh. it’s a cute sight, he thinks. your hair is up, and your shirt’s collar is so stretched out, it falls, resting just below your shoulder. you’re wearing your slippers and fluffy socks, and carrying quite a few boxes. you’re practically cradling the snacks in your arms as though they were your babies. he chuckles lightly and advances towards you, holding out a shopping basket in order for you to place your items inside, along with the drinks he picked out. you sound relieved as you dump everything inside. koushi then takes a look at all that you grabbed and gives you an approving nod.

you turn back towards the freezers,

“it doesn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night...” you voice your thoughts from earlier.

“true... kinda vibing with the popsicles” he responds.

“you read my mind.”

“should we just get the assorted ones?” he asks

you nod and open the door to grab the box, then proceed to make your way to the cash, suga following shortly behind.

the cashier offers you a smile and greets you when you get there. you don’t notice the look he gives suga.

but koushi definitely sees the way the cashier was looking at you.

“late night spree, i’m guessing?” he inquires.

“oh, yes.” you say with a smile as you load the items onto the conveyor belt.

suga stands still, holding the basket out to you as you converse with the man. he stares at him, piercing glare never wavering. the man’s smile may be pretty but, lord if it wasn’t recognizable. sugawara was never one to judge someone by their looks, but he knew the type.

and you. how sweet you are, completely oblivious to the way the cashier is blatantly checking you out. licking his lips, dragging his half-lidded gaze from your face, to your collar-bones and shoulder, to your legs. he’s nodding along to what your saying, but koushi spots the way the man’s eyebrows jump up a bit at the sight of your legs. hell, he hasn’t removed his eyes from them since the minute he first saw them. in fact, he’s so entranced, he doesn’t realize that you’ve finished loading all your items, and that you’re ready to pay. it’s now that you notice his stare. feeling incredibly uncomfortable, you take a cautious step back, and clasp your hands together at your stomach in an attempt to ease your distress.

suga’s always wanted laser vision growing up, but he’s never dreamed of it so badly as he did right now. he fantasizes of many situations, all of which involve very violent acts towards the cashier in question. gods, he wants to knock his teeth out.

but he doesn’t. instead, he lets out,

“excuse you, but i’d like to pay now.” suga says in the coldest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

the guy gets defensive instantly, and looks at koushi in disdain. he has no shame in his response.

“the fuck d’you say to me?”

“you heard me, keep your filthy eyes off of my girl, and let me pay.”

you blush at the way he addresses you, but think nothing more of it, knowing he’s only defending you and putting on an act. if anything, you found it endearing, how he would take it as far as to call you his girlfriend in order to protect you.

the cashier says nothing for a couple seconds, and it essentially turns into a staring match, one daring the other to say something else.

suga wins.

the guy behind the counter looks away, feigning indifference when he says,

“whatever, she’s probably a slut anyways.”

koushi takes a breath, ready to yell, scream, jump over the conveyor belt and strangle the guy, but before he can do anything, a woman who you can only assume is the manager, wearing a bright red button-down vest and laminated name tag, cuts in.

“is everything okay over here?”

you see her side-eye her employee as he responds in a brief and clipped tone,

“fine. we’re fine.” he says

though, all she needs is one look at you to know that everything was not, in fact, fine. she turns to you and suga, sympathy written all over her face,

“i’m so sorry for any inconveniences, it won’t happen again. your items are free of charge.”

before either of you can respond, she’s calling him into her office in stern tone you’d never wish to be on the receiving end of.

the walk back to the car is silent, and the quiet ensues as you enter. he sits in the driver’s seat with his hands on the wheel, you in the passenger seat with bated breath. you hands twiddle, unsure of what to say. you didn’t want him to be angry.

“i should go back there and punch him.” he breaks the silence.

“no. no, i really don’t think you should.”

“but-”

“it was fucked. i know, but it’s okay. you were there with me. i’m safe.” you try to reassure him.

“he made you upset”

“and it happens. some guys are shit. it sucks, but it’s the way the world works. we’ll contact the managers tomorrow and make sure he gets fired if it makes you feel better? i’ll even put on my best crying voice, just for you. make it real dramatic, he’ll be out of there in no time.” you say.

at this, he lets out a breath that sounds like a chuckle, but it’s short-lived.

“i really want to go back there. fuck, no one should ever speak to you like that. or even look at you like that. you don’t deserve that shit.” he says, exasperated.

“please, let’s just go. c’mon, we’ll go on a drive or something.” you try to sway him.

“okay, you’re right, i’m sorry.”

there’s a pause. though, it only lasts for about ten seconds until he’s up and out of the car, taking the snacks with him and walking towards the back of the store. extremely confused, you’re quick to follow him.

“w-where are you going?” you ask, tripping on your slippers a little as you jog to catch up to him.

“i’m taking you to my favourite spot.” he responds, as he locks the car without stopping or turning around.

“oh, great. woulda been nice of you to tell me the plan before putting it into action, or whatever, but that’s cool.” you say sarcastically.

“doesn’t matter, i knew you’d follow me anyways.”

you don’t say anything back, knowing he’s absolutely, one-hundred percent right.

he leads you to the back of the store, which was very shady, figuratively and literally. there was a single functioning light bolted to the brick wall of the store. you watched as dozens of little mosquitos and moths fluttered and flickered about it, bumping off the cracked plastic panes which enclosed the bulb. he led you a little farther down the alley, past the light and into the darkness. you could barely see him, so you decided to follow the sounds of his footsteps... until they stopped. naturally, you stopped walking too and looked around, though you were met with nothing but more darkness.

“this.... is your favourite spot?” you question cautiously.

he laughs,

“no, yn. give me your hand.”

you struggle to find him in the dark, so he hold his hand out to meet yours.

ever so gently, he wraps his grip around your wrist, and leads your hand to the wall. it lands on something very cold and rusty and metal. he lets you feel around for a couple seconds.

“a ladder.” you say with a smile. of course, you thought to yourself. of course, it’s a ladder.

he gets up first, and uses his phone’s flashlight (finally) to show you where and where not to step as you follow. it doesn’t take long before you’re up and on the roof. it was glorious. this high up, you could see all the lights. street lights and store lights, lamp-posts and car lights. he walks over to a small hidden box, and opens it up to reveal several fluffy blankets.

“and now, we have all that we need!” he exclaims.

“how’d you even find this place? s’ not very often that you find easy access to the roof of a building like this.” you ask, still admiring the view.

he notices you shiver. the wind was much more apparent up here, so he begins setting up the blankets to form a sort of nest for you guys to sit and hangout as he tells you how his friend had once dared him to explore the back alley as a joke when they were all hanging out in the parking lot one night. that’s when he found the ladder. he called his friends over to check it out and they dared him 2,500 yen to try and climb it. seeing how rusty it was, they didn’t actually expect him to do it. it looked as though it would crumble under the weight of a feather, but still, he went on with the dare.

the result was a nice hangout spot and a couple extra yen in his pocket.

“do you know if anyone else comes up here?” you ask.

“not that i know of. that ladder may just be enough to shake off anyone attempting to get up here. if it weren’t for the dare, i never would have even attempted to climb something like that! it looked like it would break any second. that’s why, afterwards, i made sure to memorize where to step when climbing it” he explains.

“awe, look at you with your sneaky little spy moves. you could be secret agent, y’know. you’re very agile.”

he chuckles “thanks, but i think i’m good.”

by this point, he’s finished setting up the blankets so you go to join him. he sets out all the snacks, chips, cookies, iced tea, popsicles.

you both sit there, as if you were the only two people in the world. it surely felt like it, snacking, talking, sharing secrets, reminiscing.

“so, any pretty people worth talking about? you crushin’ on anyone?”

you ask with a giggle and a smile, though, deep inside, you’re desperately praying that he says no. you’ve liked him for far too long, and seen him fawn over far too many people to know that his type isn’t you. but even so, you can’t help but ask every once in a while.

“um, actually, yeah.” he admits slowly. shyly.

you’re quiet for a while. he’s never been apprehensive in admitting his feelings about anyone. especially not to you.

could that mean he really likes this person?

could he love them?

“oh.” is how you respond. you try not to look or sound disappointed, but he knows you all too well. it’s not difficult to figure out that something’s bothering you. not when you go quiet, and certainly not when you look out on the horizon, obviously avoiding his gaze.

he’s watching you. you know it.

from the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you, a slight frown on his forehead as he tries to figure you out.

koushi knows you can see him.

he also knows that you’re purposefully avoiding his eyes in an attempt to evade the rest of the conversation. hoping that if enough time passes in silence, he’ll let it go and the topic will have been forgotten. but he doesn’t let it go. you’re acting strange, and he’d like to know why.

do you like someone too?

or do you already know that he likes you?

that thought makes his heart stop. could that be why you’re looking away? the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or ruin your friendship.

do you not feel the same?

he purses his lip, disallowing his bottom lip and chin to quiver and concentrates on the burning in his tear-ducts, willing it to go away.

you finally turn your face back to him after a long while. he’s thankful that it’s dark enough that you can’t see the glassy shine in his eyes.

you speak very quietly when you ask him,

“do you love them?”

his breath is practically taken away. did you really know? was he so obvious?

the air around both of you suddenly feels heavy.

he doesn’t want to be dishonest with you, so instead of giving you a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ he asks,

“how long have you known?”

“known what?” you question back.

he hates that you’re making him say it out loud, but if this is how your friendship ends, he’d much rather be open and clear about it.

“that i’m in love with you.”

you’d never seen him so look helpless. he looked like a kicked puppy, and it honestly shattered your heart.

“how long have you known?” he asks.

confused, you question back,

“known what?”

he pauses before answering in the most dejected voice,

“that i’m in love with you.”

surely, you heard that wrong. surely, he couldn’t be talking about you. he must be joking. messing with you, as friends do. you wait for the punchline. you wait for him to say anything, but he doesn’t. it’s then, when you realize that he’s serious. it’s also then when you realize how long you’ve gone without responding to him.

when you finally process it all, you look to him, but he’s no longer sitting cross-legged on the blanket beside you. no, he’s curled in on himself, head ducked into his arms, resting on his knees.

he took your silence for rejection.

“oh, my love. my angel, no, nonono, it’s okay. please, it’s okay.” you rush to his side clumsily, your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders as you caress his curved back before making your way to his front, trying to take his face into your hands.

he keeps his eyes scrunched shut, hard, as he tries to turn his head to keep you from holding it.

his lips turned downwards as he lets out,

“no. don’t wanna ruin what we have. please, don’t wanna hear it. i already know.”

there’s a pause, and he takes a deep breath. with his eyes still closed, he repeats,

“i already know..” he sounds defeated.

“please, koushi. look at me.” you beg gently, stroking his tear-stained cheeks with your thumbs.

he gives in. of course he does. he’d do anything for you.

when his eyes peel open, they’re watery and red. he looks so vulnerable as his lips quiver. fresh tears threaten to fall as he realizes once again that this is probably the end.

“do you mean it?” you ask.

he didn’t think his heart could break further.

he nods without breaking eye contact. he looks from one eye to the other, searching your face for something. anything. he has no idea what you’re thinking, or what to take from this whole mess.

finally, you let out a breath, though it sounds more like a sob. his brows furrow slightly, in hope and confusion. you drop your forehead and rest it against his, palms still cupping his cheeks.

“i’ve loved you for so fucking long, koushi..”

lips quivering and eyebrows furrowed, a breath of relief and disbelief stumbles from his lips. it’s shaky, and he lifts his head to look into your eyes, searching for a lie, for pity. but he sees none of it.

“you have?” he asks, as if he can’t believe it.

you nod, with a small smile, “i really have. and i do. i couldn’t even tell you because...” you trail off, just the idea of it making your chest feel tight.

“because?” he urges you to continue

“i thought you were in love with someone else!” you cry as the tears finally roll down your cheek.

“fuck, baby, im so sorry.” he out breathily.

“no, don’t apologize. you couldn’t have known.”

“i should have been more obvious. or.. fuck, i shoulda just told you. you mean everything to me, baby. i shoulda just told you.”

“it’s okay.” you whisper, kissing his eyelids. you pull back to look into his eyes once more. “you’re my favourite person in the whole world. you make my heart happy and i couldn’t fathom a life without you in it. i’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you. i didn’t want to risk losing you because you’re so so special to me. i never thought that you could want me.”

“i’ve wanted you ever since i’ve known you.” he responds. there’s a silent moment where you’re both just looking into each other's eyes. lips parted, breaths mixing. his eyes dart down to your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks in a whisper. you can only nod.

it’s nothing like the movies. his lips don’t rush to yours, and there’s no clashing of teeth.

not yet, at least.

he’s careful in the way his lips approach yours. when they meet, it’s soft, but there’s an unmistakable desperation. he tastes sweet, the remnant juices from the watermelon flavoured popsicle he had earlier still on his lips.

he’s holding back, but still, he’s slow in his movements. his hands snake to your cheeks holding your face firmly. the backs of his fingers then drag down the sides of your neck. his left hand stays at your neck, placing itself there, while the other continues it’s tantalizing path. his other hand moves down your exposed shoulder, down the length of your arm, then back up, just to make it’s way down to your waist. the kiss never falters. not on his part.

he’s wanted this for so long. and you have too, but god, he’s making it hard to stay focused.

you whimper slightly into the kiss, the feeling of his hands on your body so much and not enough all at once.

he can’t help himself. his left hand, the one on your neck, experimentally winds itself around the column of your throat, squeezing ever-so slightly. he’s testing the waters. your breath only stops. not from the little pressure he applies, no, but from how weak you feel. you’ve never seen him like this. and you’ve never felt like this.

he pulls away ever so slightly. he’s stopped kissing you for now, but his lips haven’t travelled too far.

“is this okay?” you’re so close his bottom lip brushes against yours as he asks the question.

“yes. yes, please.” he brings his lips back to yours. he’s not holding back so much this time, using his grip on your neck to pull you closer. to deepen the kiss.

“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your mouth. you can only tangle your hands into his hair.

you stay like that for a while, whispering to each other, kissing each other. proclaiming your love for each other and making up for all the time lost. for the years you spent pretending to be friends. roomates. best friends, when you were truly so much more than that. you were soulmates.

midnight lovers.

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missuga · 2 years

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10:18 p.m — SUGAWARA KOUSHI

+roomates, no warnings, repost !!

“What?”

Suga’s hair fell into his eyes slightly as he leaned forward against the table staring up at you. He was already starting to feel the two glasses of wine he’d drank.

“Nothing.” He tried his best the keep a straight face while answering but when you narrowed your eyes slightly he cracked.

You take a moment to admire the smile that creeps on his face, and the soft giggle that slips passed his lips. It was times like these you wondered to yourself if he’d always been this perfect.

“You were staring at me.” You said in return, trying to force a smile from your own lips. He always had that affect on you.

“I was?” Suga asked, resting his cheek into his palm leaning fully against the table now. He took a slow drink from his glass. It was sweet, and tasted like peaches.

“Yes, dummy. Please don’t tell me you can’t remember.” You roll your eyes at that, he was always a lightweight but he hadn’t been drinking that much.

He didn’t respond to your words, instead opting to fill up both of your glasses again. It’d been a while since he’d been able to relax like this.

“Why don’t we do this more often?” You asked before you realized what you actually meant.

Since the two of you moved into the apartment you learned a lot about each other.

You found out Suga woke up early most days but made sure to keep quiet to not wake you. He learned that you really liked to cook, which was good for him. He wasn’t the best in the kitchen if it wasn’t baking.

He liked lavender scented candles. Not the strong artificial ones, but the soft kind that lingers in the air. He liked warm knit blankets with a cup of tea as he sat doing his homework.

Everything about him was comforting, that’s what you liked.

“You mean hangout more?” He asks, staring up at you again with a slight twinkle in his eyes. When you nod he smiles a little more. “Why, you miss your best friend?”

“You know what, forget I asked.” You respond, rolling your eyes yet again at the smirk lacing his features. “You’re so dumb.”

Even though you’re only slightly annoyed with his response, you cant fake the way your heart speeds up slightly at his words.

Suga hums in amusement as he drinks from his glass again. Each sip of the wine tastes sweeter than before, there’s almost a hint of vanilla at the end of it.

As he stared at you once more, eyes drifting to the soft smile pulling at the corner of your lips he found himself wondering just how sweet the wine tasted on them.

The few glasses of wine only made the urges to tell you how he felt stronger, and maybe he would this time.

But it’s not until you lean back into your chair and kick your legs up to rest on his lap that the words that’ve sat heavy on his tongue come out.

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thegreatpeanut · 6 months

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senpai 🌸

#the seniors graduate in a few weeks #the third year from the volleyball club catches you staring #you wonder if he'll know it then #that you've loved him from afar all this time #haikyuu #hq #sugawara #sawamura daichi #asahi azumane #sugawara koushi #fanart #mine #i forgot about tumblr fora while #but i'll start posting some more works here!

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tojiphile · 8 months

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when your teacher assigned him to be your tutor, you’re sure he didn’t expect it to end up like this. it’s 5:46pm on a school night and instead of studying, your panties are bunched around your ankles, your cropped skirt flipped up and your blouse unbuttoned obscenely. your sports bra barely keeps your tits in place as your alleged ‘tutor’ bends you over your desk, fucking you silly.

“well, what’s the answer?” he asks, one hand on your waist and the other rubbing small circles around your swollen clit. “i- ‘s too much!” you cry, trying to squirm out of his grip. he traps you in place firmly, slipping his cock in and out of your cunt slowly, causing you to tremble with desire.

“please…” you beg, hot tears spilling down your face, “i- i can’t do this anymore!” you’ve been in this position for an hour; your clit overstimulated and your pussy desperate for more. he’s brought you so close so many times but never once did he let you cum. “why should i?” he scoffs, “stupid girls don’t deserve nice things.”

“if you answer correctly, i’ll fuck you properly. how’s that sound?” he baits you, hook, line and sinker. he asks the question again and you strain your brain to find the correct answer, trying your best to resist his delicate touch.

inevitably, you never get the answer right. that’s okay though, because at the end of every class, your tutor always says, if you can’t be smart, you could always be his little trophy wife. still, stupid girls don’t deserve to cum, so he focuses himself on relieving his own stress, pounding into you like a dog in heat, bullying your cunt and stuffing it full with his cock.

you still feel good though, because at least you’re useful for something! <3

TSUKISHIMA KEI, GETO SUGURU, nanami kento, tendou satoori, sugawara koishi, TETSURO KUROO, takahiro hanamaki, ryomen sukuna, ooc!saiki kusuo, kamisato ayato, KAEYA ALBERICH

#tojiphile #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #genshin smut #haikyuu smut #smut blog #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kaeya x reader #tendou satori x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #sukuna x reader #makki x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #nanami kento x reader

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jasminebythebay · 2 months

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a long awaited battle 🐦🐈🏐

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pofusoup · 2 months

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so much haikyuu!! 🏐

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #kagehina #tsukkishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #sugawara koushi #daichi sawamura #kyoutani kentarou

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timeofdeathnote · 2 months

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it’s rough out here

#haikyuu!!#hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #kuroo testuro #kozume kenma #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu!! season 5 #kagehina #iwaoi #daisuga #asanoya #the battle at the garbage dump

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sugawarassoulmate · 9 months

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sugawara would be so ANNOYING. you could have the prettiest, sexiest lingerie and never be able to use them cause suga keeps pouncing on you when you're wearing a big t-shirt and house shorts 😭

you're feeling certified Unsexy™ while scrolling through tiktok on the couch and stuffing your face with chips. and here comes suga sneaking up behind you to massage your shoulders.

"hey, baby" he coos in That voice that he only uses when he's in the mood.

"really? now?" you ask, gesturing towards how messy you look at this very moment — the dorito dust coating your mouth, your leg hair that hasn't been shaved in weeks, and the rat's nest that is your hair.

but suga doesn't really care cause either way you'll look gorgeous to him when he bends you over the couch and fucks you stupid on his fat cock.

"that's my pretty girl," he says in between thrusts. "you look good to me in anything, baby."

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi smut #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koshi smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #🍑#🍑suga

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verslxt · 8 months

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riding his abs

the praisers

as he guides your hips up and down his abs he smiles and kisses your neck "your doing amazing pretty girl". he said pressing his lips to your jaw line as you moved up and down his glistening abs. so close to your climax that you couldn't hide it anymore. "a-ahhh~ m'close" you managed out as you rode out your high on his abs now practically shining in the morning sunlight from your slick and your cum "amazing job pretty girl" he said kissing the top of your head

sugawara koshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, hinita shoyo, daichi sumawara, kenma kozume, ashai azumane, yuu nishinoya, tanaka, kita shinsuke, tadashi yamaguchi lev habia and your favs ♡

the degraders

he lands a harsh harsh smack on your ass as you ride his abs making you yelp and jump "getting off on my abs? such a fucking slut" he degrades you as you continue riding his abs. he grabs some of your ass where his large ass handprint is and gives it a small squeeze. he smiles up at you pulling your wife beater down to reveal your tits. as he latched onto one of your tits you were so close you could almost taste it "m-hm~ m s'close" you moaned out as you came on his abs riding out your high "there we go filthy slut, get off using my abs"

suna rintaro, oikawa tooru, osamu miya, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, hajime iwaizumi, kageyama tobio, aran ojiro, kei tsukishima, kuroo tetsuro, daishou suguru, and your favs ♡

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hinata-boke · 1 year

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Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up

62. Sugawara Koushi

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #sugawara koushi #sugawara #my art #1hqaday #SUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #mr refreshing has arrived

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Emmy, since we're on the topic of uncles...

How bout dad!yamaguchi and uncle!suga and uncle!tsukki🌚

How suga gets emotional when yamaguchi asks him to be baby yamaguchi's godfather along with tsukki

And how Hinata makes fun of tsukishima for crying when baby yamaguchi is born

And and how baby yamaguchi is entrusted with suga from birth 🤡🤡all the way up to middle school (uncle+teacher!suga???)

PARDON ME??? UNCLE…. UNCLE TSUKKI??? IS THE LOVE. OF. MY. LIFE. UNCLE SUGA?? MARRY ME YESTERDAY DAWG-

Okay. With that out of my system.

Yamaguchi definitely had a rough time deciding who to give that particular title to when it came to Baby Yamaguchi, because Tsukishima has been his friend since like. Dinosaurs roamed the earth, but Sugawara has been such a good rock and teacher-no pun intended- for this whole fatherhood thing.

So, when you decided to let Tadashi know he could pick two, that you didn’t mind, instantly he picked them. There were a lot of tears from the three of them, and all you could do was chuckle on the sidelines.

Tadashi definitely, against the blonde’s best wishes, posts the pictures of Tsukki crying as he stares down at the pink blanket-bundle in his arms, and he tries to keep up the act that he’s pissed about them being posted, but deep down, everyone knows that he’s a big softie and would do anything for the tiny human the second she gets introduced into the world.

Everyone knows that. Including baby Yamaguchi herself.

Once she gets old enough to start milking Tsukishima for all she can, it becomes blatantly obvious just how much she’s got him wrapped around her tiny little finger.

“Uncle Kei, can I paint your naaaaails?” Tsukishima then goes to practice with messily painted lilac nails.

“Uncle Keeeeei, I want some chocolate milk.” “No sweetness, it’s too close to your bed time-“ “pleaaaaaaase?”

“Uncle Kei, do you love meeee?” “Too much, brat.”

But that’s nOT to say Suga doesn’t fold like a piece of paper either. Because he so does. Like. PAINFULLY so. He’s just so much more comfortable with it than trying to deny it like Tsukishima. He’s completely fine with being obsessed with baby Yamaguchi. But with his background too, he knows children’s emotions better, how to solve their issues and treat them with the respect they do deserve, and GOD baby Yamaguchi loves him so much for this.

Tadashi too, because once she starts talking, she’s able to understand her feelings better, and her tantrums, albeit rare already, are easier to quell than he’d ever prayed they would be, and he fully has Sugawara to thank for that.

Whereas Tsukki can’t say no to those big eyes, Sugawara is able to at least negotiate before folding completely HA-

And while your side of the family constantly wonders why you let Tadashi pick two, seeing the way Sugawara and Tsukishima handle and interact with her only cement the knowledge that you made the right choice. When she’s perched on Tsukki’s waist at her first birthday party, chocolate frosting over her cheeks while you and Tadashi open the gifts. When she squeals in the baby swing as Suga pushes her higher and higher.

When she takes her first steps up and into Tsukishima’s arms, and when she says her first word in the back of Sugawara’s car. There’s just nothing more you could’ve wished for from the two men that Yamaguchi gave the title “godfather.”

Plus, Tadashi is thrilled to have a godfather on the more scholarly side; he tutors her whenever he can and needs it, he’s able to keep a close eye on her through school… and uncle Tsukki loves it because what ever little snot rocket dare talk to his precious niece, he’s got the first scoop from Sugawara.

Who cares that it’s “good that she’s making friends with boys too”? As far as baby Yamaguchi’s uncles are concerned, any boy is unfit to even look in her direction.

Even if it is just to share crayons.

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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

FEATURING: sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort (ish), fluff, gn!reader

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

“let’s not fight anymore, the couch must be uncomfortable for you to sleep on,” your boyfriend speaks as his hand is gently put on your shoulder. he has been sitting on the floor, right by the couch for a couple of minutes now, but this is the first time he speaks up. you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go to sleep in such an uncomfortable place, especially not after a fight. “we don’t have to talk about it right now, i just want you to come to bed so you’ll have a good nights sleep. if you don’t want to cuddle, we don’t have to, just don’t sleep out here.”

sugawara begins to brush his fingers through your tangled hair and sighs, waiting for you to reply or move. it takes a little bit, but you eventually begin to sit up, now looking down at the man who is still sitting on the floor, wearing the pajamas he put on hours ago. “there you are. come on, let’s head to bed,” he reaches his hand out for you to take which you do, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom where the two of you lie down without you saying a word to one another.

he watches as you get under the covers and once again turn your back to him, so he strokes your arm gently. “i’m sorry for earlier, sweetheart. it’s been a long week for the both of us and we aren’t in our right minds. just know that i’m not mad at you for anything, it may have seemed like it earlier, but i promise you that it was stress that has been built up by my co-workers, not you,” sugawara explains as he eventually moves his hand away from you so you’ll get the space you need.

as you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes and attempts to fall asleep. the two of you usually never go to sleep without solving a fight, but he won’t force you to try and talk to him either, knowing that it might just cause the frustration to grow. so he tries his best, hoping he’ll wake up in the morning and be able to talk to you, but he can’t sleep like this, not knowing whether you’re mad at him or not. those thoughts are however put to sleep as you finally wrap your arms around his middle and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to fight.”

a slight smile spreads over his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “we’re good, baby. let’s just go to sleep together now. i love you.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he sighs when he finds you already sleeping on the couch, not having spoken to him since he went to take a shower in hopes to rid of all the frustration and stress that’s been taking over for the last couple of days. volleyball practices have become more as him and his team are about to go into a tournament in just two days, so the stress has truly gotten to him, but also to you. he’s aware of the fact that you’re stressed about not being able to come with him for his upcoming games due to school work, so you try to spend as much time with him as possible, but it’s difficult when he’s barely home.

kageyama wants to be with you more than anything in the entire world, but the time often flies away when he’s practicing and the time for you decreases into only a few hours at night when you’re already asleep. when you wake up in the morning, he’s either making a quick breakfast for himself and gives you a kiss goodbye before leaving or he’s already left without a word. he’s never able to wake up beside you nor come home when you aren’t asleep.

today he was tired after hours of practicing and even though he had been looking forward to seeing you as he would finally get home a little earlier, he didn’t expect himself to be met by you with tears in your eyes as you begged for him to stay home the next day so the two of you could spend time together before he had to leave. it wasn’t possible, not now when it’s only a few days left until the tournament, his coach would kill him.

so here he is, standing by the couch, contemplating every single life choice he’s made. what did he even do to deserve someone who keeps trying when he is barely ever there? how come you stay when you never get to talk to him? he certainly doesn’t know, but something he does know is of his love for you. “i’m sorry,” he whispers while laying down behind you on the couch. his arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. “i’m gonna come up with something to spend time with you before i leave, i swear. i love you so much, so so much. i wish i could be a with you all the time…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

he sits on the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions while looking at you who’s already sleeping. you would be in bed if it wasn’t for him and his stubbornness. ushijima injured his arm during his last practice and had been told by doctors not to work out for at least a month, but how did you find him when you got home from work? carrying weights back to their place as if he had just been training. how could you not scold him when he was risking his own arm getting even worse?

at first, he wasn’t agreeing to anything you said as he kept on saying that it wasn’t a big deal and that “it doesn’t even hurt anymore”. but as you only became more furious about the fact that he wouldn’t listen and then went to sleep on the couch instead of in bed with him, he slowly but surely began to understand that he was in fact making his arm worse. you had the right to be worried, but ushijima had no right being so stubborn.

“i’m really sorry for not listening to you,” your boyfriend mumbles as he searches for your hand to hold, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i won’t work out again until the doctors tell me that it’s okay, i promise. it was stupid of me to not listen to either them or you,” he sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, drowning in his own stupidity until he can hear you stir.

“you always make me worry about you so much, you’re so stupid,” you mumble while sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “next time i find you like that, i might actually commit a crime,” usuijima chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “i won’t do it again, i swear. i will listen to your worries from here on out.”

he eventually climbs onto the couch and wraps his arms around your waist. “i hope your arm doesn’t hurt too much now,” you mumble, stroking his hair. ushijima shakes his head and flashes you a soft smile. “it doesn’t, thankfully. thank you for looking out for me, darling.”

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