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mxonigirimiya · 2 years

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The Dilf Next Door

Character: Koushi Sugawara

f!reader

Genre: Fluff

wc: 1.8k

tags: none!

Beta readers @tetsukentona & @anxi-aashi lomls

for @cirigiri’s dilf collab. You can find the other pieces here

Straight out of college you were ready to take on the world. Job offers came in, and one caught your eye. A school called Shiratorizawa offered you a good deal more than the others, as well as a relocation stipend, and other solid benefits-it would have been stupid for you to pass up. You had job experience, teaching kids at your middle school alongside one of the more tenured faculty, which worked out in your favor.

Your parents were worried, but you assured them that you would be fine. It was near the start of the school year so of course you had lesson planning to do, but you didn’t have to worry about actually teaching anyone just yet. And the weekend you moved, you were deeply thankful for your abundance of time, as you were dealing with things getting lost in the move, or items getting damaged, or even being sent to the wrong address. It took you a week to get most of your stuff set up and ready, the house now in a livable state.

That weekend, a knock sounded at your door, and you opened it to see a silver haired man smiling at you. His brown eyes twinkled in excitement. You looked to see a young girl with a silver ponytail holding up a little plant by the man’s side.

"We just saw you move in and wanted to say hi! We're the Sugawaras. I'm Koushi and this is Aiko, my daughter." The girl smiled as she waved at you. You couldn’t help but smile back at Aiko.

“Hi Koushi and Aiko, my name is Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N.” Koushi smiled at your greeting.

“We saw you moving in, and Aiko really wanted to meet the next door neighbor, so we decided to give you a little housewarming gift.” As Koushi spoke, you looked at the plant Aiko held and saw it was a succulent. “We were going to make cookies but we didn’t know if you were allergic to anything, so we got you a succulent instead. Aiko loves them so she’d figured she’d share one with you.” He looked down at his daughter and smiled. “Isn’t that right baby?” Aiko mumbled a soft “stop it dad” nodded before she spoke.

"They're so pretty! And easy to have. Dad says if I take good care of them we can get a cat." Koushi chuckled.

"And you're already doing so well. “ Koushi said as he ruffled her hair and she rolled her eyes but a small smile was on her face. “I still have the succulent he gave me for graduating,” she stated, puffing up her chest. “I know, it’s been a little over a year now,” Koushi said, only filling up her pride more. As she handed you the succulent, you couldn’t help but eye the little black bird drawings (or at least what you thought to be birds) scrawled around the pot. Koushi noticed, and spoke up, saying, "She’s had that pot for years. She decorated it when she was 8.” Aiko chimed in with “I decorated a bunch of pots then, and I still use them. But they all have crows on them because they were the mascot for my dad’s high school.” Koushi added to his and Aiko’s explanation, stating, “I went to high school at Karasuno. I was the vice captain of the volleyball team my senior year." Your eyes widened.

"Karasuno, isn't that where Hinata Shoyo went to school?" Koushi was surprised by your statement.

"Yeah! He was in his first year while I was in my 3rd." Your eyes were alight with excitement as he responded..

"I love the Jackals! I grew up around the stadium, but I would catch games here and there. My family actually has season passes!" Koushi was happy with the development that you both had a love for volleyball. Him knowing Hinata was practically the icing on the cake.

"That's amazing! Maybe the three of us could go catch a game together." The blush on his cheeks was missed by you, but was easily caught by Aiko who giggled.

"You can meet Uncle Shoyo!" Aiko smiledly, clearly excited about their uncle.

"Uncle Shoyo?"

"Hinata and I are still good friends. A bunch of us from Karasuno regularly get together for drinks or dinner. When Hinata is back in town, he joins us." Aiko turns to her father with puppy eyes.

"Dad, can she come with us to the next dinner?"

"I don't know. It's up to her." Koushi and Aiko looked at you with hopeful eyes, the power of both of their puppy eyes becoming overwhelming.

"Yes, I'll come. I have to see if it fits in my schedule of course, but I'll go." They both cheered at your response.

"Awesome. Can I get your number so I can keep you updated?" Koushi asked, and you smiled.

"Of course," you responded. You and Koushi exchanged numbers and soon made his way back home with Aiko. Well, looks like you have nice neighbors, luck was on your side.

For the next month you had to keep turning Koushi's invitations down, since you were neck deep in preparation for the school year. There were so many requirements and it drove you nuts. Shiratorizawa was very strict with how they wanted certain things to be done. It was all so overwhelming, but you finally had everything done by the weekend before the school year started.

Walking into the middle school felt strange:you were so excited for this new chapter in your life yet also so terrified. What if the kids hate you? What if the administration hates you? What if you get fired? Anxiety plagued your mind, and as you arrived at your homeroom, you took a deep breath before walking in. The sound of chatter almost immediately piped down as soon as you walked in. The students stared at you intensely.

"Hello, I am Y/L/N, and I'm your homeroom teacher for the year. I look forward to working with you all." The students were more than happy to individually welcome you and your heart swelled.

The day went well, until you were cleaning your room for the night when you heard a small knock on your door.

"Come in!" The moment you gave the order, Aiko walked in and welcomed you herself.

"My best friend is in your class! She says You're a really good teacher.'"

"I try." Aiko giggles at your words.

"Are you going to be here for a while," she asked.

"Yeah, I have some work I need to finish." She nods at your answer.

"I'll bring Dad here when he comes to pick me up from my club. He told me he wanted to see you again." You felt a warmth fill your cheeks at her words. Your small interactions with him were one of the highlights of your day, whether it's you both leaving for work at the same time or coming back home. When you bumped into him at the grocery store, he would join you in your errand. The conversations between you two were great, and you found yourself happily accepting his invitations to his house when you two get back.

As Aiko left you to finish, you couldn’t help but feel excited to see him again. That excitement caused your time spent finishing your work to speed by, leaving you nothing left to do but wait for Koushi and Aiko to drop by. You only had to wait a couple minutes for a knock to sound at your door. You called for them to come in, and stood to greet Koushi and Aiko as you heard the door start to slide open. The moment it was fully opened, Aiko proudly told Koushi, "Told you she was a teacher here!" You and Koushi laughed, saying, "You sure did," before turning his attention to you.

"So, how long have you been teaching here," he asked. You responded with "today's my first day." Koushi beamed at you. "Well, if you need any help, come talk to me. I've been a teacher for a while, so I can give advice on whatever you need," he offered, and you took a second to notice his sweater over his dress shirt and his slacks.

"Where do you teach," you asked and smirked at your question before responding with a simple, "Take a guess."

"Karasuno? That's your Alma mater, right," you asked, and he nodded. "I used to teach elementary schoolers but then Karasuno reached out to me and I couldn't resist. I'm actually one of the advisors for the volleyball team," he explained.

"Oh, so now you're working with some of your old teachers, right?" Koushi nodded again and smiled. "It's so weird! They all immediately recognized me. Especially my old coach and club advisor. They invited me to join them in advising and coaching the team. A couple of them were starstruck since they recognized me from videos of Hinata's games from his first year to motivate the kids," he said, clearly reminiscing.

"I'd love to see you play," Koushi blushed at your words and Aiko spoke up, saying "You should advise the girl's volleyball team!! Our advisor is retiring soon, and we want to find a new one before she leaves." She gave you puppy that she's fully aware that you're weak to. "Fine. I'll get the paperwork I need. Don't think I'll take it easy on you though," you said and Aiko hissed out a “yes” before answering with a "wouldn't have it any other way." Koushi asked Aiko to wait outside and she gave him a knowing smile before going out and closing the door, although you can see her through the crack she purposely left.

"Is everything okay Koushi," you asked, and a light flush came to his face. "Um, Y/N, I wanted to ask you to dinner Saturday night." He rubbed the back of his neck and you were confused as to how embarrassed he was in asking you to join him and Aiko for dinner. You join them every other week.

"Your place or mine," you asked, and Koushi blushed even harder. "At a restaurant. I can make reservations," he spoke, a slight stutter in his words. Is he asking you out on a date? "Will Aiko join us," you asked, trying to figure out his intentions, and Koushi shook his head no. Oh. He was asking you out on a date. "I would love to. Let me know when and where." You spoke confidently but internally freaking out. Koushi Sugawara was in fact asking you out. Thank goodness the feeling was mutual, you thought. "Okay," he stated, smiling brightly, "I'll keep you updated." "It's a date," you said smiling. He parroted your words as a confirmation, more to himself than you. "It's a date."

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kissingchoso · 11 months

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i’m so into the thought of your “best friend” just pressing you into the bed, making out with you.

it starts off as a slow afternoon. the sun was shining directly into your room with a nice summer breeze entering through the crack of your window. your favorite album is quietly playing on the record player somewhere in the corner. and there lies a handsome boy, right on top of you, dancing his lips on yours as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

he excuses this as a way to pass the time. lazily make out with one another until the heat from the summer and your hormones becomes too bothersome and you’re whining for him to pull away.

his tongue traces against your bottom lip before gaining access to your mouth. teeth gently knock into each other every once in a while the more he tilts his head. any onlooker would probably think he’s trying to devour you whole— and for a split second, you would’ve believed it.

he swallows all of your small sounds, every sigh, moan. it’s all claimed by him with no chance of you owning up to it completely.

this is the part where hands wander and your bodies readjust themselves. large hands slide from your hips down to the backs of your knees, pushing them up and out so he can slot his hips in the space. your cotton shorts slide up even further from the new position and right against your clothed cunt do you feel the hardness of his dick pressed up right against you. your smooth legs wrap around his waist to keep him trapped there while your hands slide up to the back of his hair.

you moan quietly against his lips at the new position, silently craving more but you didn’t know where to even begin asking for it.

it’s fine though. your best friend’s got it covered.

he pulls his lips away from yours to allow you to catch your breath, a thin string of saliva connects you two together before inevitably snapping away. you don’t get to properly look at him before he’s diving back down, peppering kisses against your check and all the way down to your sweaty neck.

it’s so hot in there.

a large hand slides its way up and under the tank top you were wearing. the heat from his hand almost feels scorching but that sensation fizzles out to pleasure once it reaches your breast. this is usually how far this goes before he stops completely, but there’s no end in sight this time around. your nipple is teased with his thumb rubbing against it every once in a while and causing it to pert up against his ministrations.

at this time, your moans have picked up much more. your head is pressed against your pillows and your rocking your hips against his without fully realizing it.

he doesn’t realize that he already has begun to grind down into you, offering the both of you some reprieve this way.

the heat becomes more pertinent when he breathes against your neck. his lips found a new spot to assault for a little while but this is a certain spot that has you keening. your body temperature has undoubtedly gone up higher and you can now feel the sweat beads forming against your pores.

you breathe his name out airily, squeezing the strands of hair that find themselves tangled between your fingers. but he doesn’t answer, opting to move his lips and tongue against any skin he finds.

again, you try his name but a little firmer. finally getting the hint, does he pull away to look down at you with far away eyes, struggling to bring himself back to his current reality.

“hm? what’s wrong?” he initially asks, bringing his hand from under your shirt to to cup your cheek. “‘s too much for you?”

quickly, you shake your head. “no, not that,” is all you say, legs tightening against him. the movement causes him to grunt slightly. “what is it then?”

“‘m really hot,” you whisper, pouting up at him. it’s only then does he realize the heat in the room. the once opened window does nothing to stave off the warmth emanating in the air, nor the rising heat from the skin to skin contact your bodies are making. there’s even hair sticking to his damn forehead from how hot he is.

he blinks a couple of times before nodding. “let me close the window and get the AC going, yeah?” he reasons.

while yes, it would be good to get some cold air circulating, he just wants to be between your legs again and making out with you. even if it doesn’t lead to anything more.

before he can move off of you, you grab his elbows. “just take your clothes off…” you say, albeit desperately.

“baby…”

“it’s fine. i promise. ‘s just me,”

“i know, i know. but we can’t go back after i get you completely naked,” he starts, eyes trailing down the bead of sweat that slides from your jaw to the base of your neck. “might not be able to stop myself at that point.”

you reach up from the bed to kiss him a couple of times, each of which he reciprocates immediately. “i don’t want you to, dummy.” you giggle. “if you don’t do anything, i swear to god i might implode or something.”

a devilish grin appears on his face at the implication. “been holding out on me, baby. if i knew i left you like this, i would’ve gotten you naked a long time ago.” he finalized his statement by sitting up, sliding his shirt off completely.

“we can make up for loss time starting now,”

“oh, i plan to sweetheart.”

kaeya, childe, kazuha (biased), aether, kaveh (i have a soft spot for him), hinata (extremely biased), bokuto, sugawara, kuroo, atsumu, gojo, toji, sero, shindou, steve harrington, eddie munson, your other favs ofc <3

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Sunday Morning With Your Husband

request: large peach lemonade with boba for Sugawara Koushi

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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Your husband Koushi loves morning sex but Sundays are his absolute favorite because he can take his time without having to fear the cruel screaming of the alarm clock putting an end to the heavenly dream he was in whenever he entered you. Sundays are when he could let his hands and tongue roam over your body just how he liked and slowly build your climax instead of the rushed quickies during the week. (More than once he got so carried away that both of you ended up being late for work.)

Right now your hands interlace above your head, Koushi barely moves as you exchange open mouthed kisses. Only every once in a while he rolls his hips to push deeper into you, loving how your soft walls clench around him.

This really was the best way to wake up in his entirely biased opinion. Grabbing your pudgy waist he eventually speeds up, his movements becoming stronger and his thrusts rougher. His lips at your ear he moans your name followed by a string of compliments mixed with curses when he feels he is close. He can feel your pussy spasming and once he is sure you are satisfied he pulls out, stroking his glistening cock a few times, cumming on your adorably plump tummy. Spurts of white join the red marks he sucked onto your skin just the night before.

Slumping down into the pillows, neither of you can hold back the exhausted little giggle that always followed your love making.

Koushi brings your fingers to his lips, kisses the tips, your palm, your wrist and lastly the little gold band around your finger. What comes next is probably his second favorite activity on a Sunday morning - showering together.

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✨ @lawlzichat ✨ thank you for your request and hope you enjoyed it!

For requests see here

#sunnys lemonade stand #sugawara x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #hq sugawara #haikyuu drabbles #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #sugawara imagine

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snowydandruff · 1 year

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"I'm tough" I whisper.

He nods, "I know you are."

"I can take care of myself."

"You have," he says "You still do. You always will. I've just joined in too. Now we take care of each other."

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kairismess · 6 months

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was thinkinnnn~ kuroo, sugawara, makki(or iwa if you dk how to write makki), and osamu with a twitch streamer girlfriend 😉

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1)

🍥 author's note: this is kind of set during post high school, ig college timeline? just after high school and before the timeskip arc (ㆁωㆁ) !! and y'all live together ~~~

kuroo tetsurou.

"chibi-chaaaaan, you wearing my jersey again?"

your rooster headed boyfriend walked into your room, clad in nothing but those red shorts you got him last week. you immediately closed your camera, and the chat went wild. of course you were the highlight of your streams, your audience loved you–but they loved seeing your boyfriend more sometimes, especially when he was provoking and teasing you, such as now.

"ooh, what could they be doing rn?"

"SELL ME HIS JERSEY !!!"

"unfair. how could someone so handsome get someone so pretty as u wtf... !"

kuroo chuckled as he saw the flurry of messages by the corner of your screen, with you all flustered as you tried to muster an excuse as to why you were wearing his jersey from high school. "comfortable in it?" he asked you in a husky voice, pressing his hands against the arms of your computer chair, making you squeak out a noise of embarrassment, much to his (and your chat's) delight.

you turned off your camera, but you forgot to take care of your mic; so even if you didn't show your audience how cute you two looked while your boyfriend teased you, they could sure hear how adorable you two acted together–it made everyone jealous at how hot yet cute your dynamic together was.

he loved hearing you try to tell him in such futile little whimpers and mewls as he kissed your neck and caressed your waist that you were busy streaming, that you'd give his jersey back later–but he knew you'd soon forget when later will be. and besides, it'd be more fun to give your audience a show, right? you're liking this anyway, your facial expressions and body language are giving you away.

"mmm... fine, keep the jersey for a bit–but just remember, after this stream... you're all mine for tonight. the jersey looks amazing on you, but you're drop dead gorgeous when you've got nothing...– nevermind, we'll talk later, dearest. your chat's going crazy, better not let them wait, hmm?"

sugawara koushi.

"love! look at what my students drew for me!"

your eyes widened as sugawara knocked on your door and came in with a wide smile on his face. he didn't realize you were streaming today, he was just so excited to show you what his star students made for him to show their appreciation for him. sugawara always came off as quite motherly, he was always so down-to-earth and sweet–and your audience always loved it whenever sugamama, as they called him, came over and blessed the chat with his wonderful energy.

it was always wholesome whenever you two were on the stream, the chat would always go crazy whenever he'd act all sweet and tender to you.

"where to get gentlemen like these? 😭😭😭 i love sugamama so much !!"

"you two are just SO 💗💗💗"

"ARE YOU TWO GONNA GET MARRIED ONE DAY ...?"

sugawara's face got flushed when he saw that you were streaming right then and there, you didn't need to tell him you were streaming for him to get the point. he chuckled awkwardly and smiled, apologizing softly as you told him it was okay, he wasn't interrupting.

the chat loved seeing sugawara embarrassed, your chat was flooded with your fans losing it over him. you asked sugawara if you both could look at the drawings over the stream, and sugawara agreed. he showed the pictures his students drew for him (keeping the students' identities secret, of course) and you swore you could see his face brighten up a thousand times as he went on and on about his students.

your chat was not opposed to the idea of watching sugawara stream his lectures online, even if he was only training to be a teacher and only taught elementary students, they'd all flock to see content of you two together.

iwaizumi hajime.

"could you end the stream now and help keep the bed warm now, babe?"

your boyfriend was extremely impatient, he had spent the whole day out at the gym and was exhausted. he couldn't get a kiss from you when he came home because you were busy streaming, and he couldn't eat dinner with you tonight because, again, you were still streaming.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout, his olive green eyes bearing into the back of your head as you felt his need for your love and attention increase by a hundredfold. you told the chat you'd have to leave for a while to tend to your grumpy, overworked boy–but you didn't need to end the stream to give him your attention.

in a flash, iwaizumi picked you up, slung you over his shoulder–and much to your squeals and cries, he gently set you down on the bed and said in a gruff voice, "sleep. you've been at this for hours, and i've been needing you for the whole day. let them watch, just sleep with me, babe."

"DID YOU SEE THOSE BICEPS?"

"oh to be carried by a man like that... (◠‿◕)"

"i demand to be loved like this NOW 💥💥💥"

"and you'd better not be thinking of squirming out of my grasp." he grumbled as he wrapped his big, bulging arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. well... this was gonna be the longest stream you've ever had.

miya osamu.

"have ya eaten, sweetpea? you've been in front of the computer all day, hon."

you nearly jumped out of your computer chair when osamu came by, with a plateful of your favorite food for dinner. he understood that your job had quite hectic schedules, and he supports you wholeheartedly; though he does wish you won't forget to feed yourself and take a break every now and then.

you tried to whisper to him that you were currently streaming, but he didn't see that as a reason not to eat. "ah, what do i care if you have people watchin' ya right now? it ain't obscene ta eat, if anythin', y'all better tell m'sweet t'eat, set yer clocks to remind 'er ta eat, that way she will." osamu told your audience, with them all agreeing, making him smile down at you as you stared at him, embarrassed that he made your audience remind you to eat.

"you heard him, SET YOUR CLOCKS GUYS"

"DON'T THINK IT'S UNIMPORTANT TO EAT, EAT UP GIRLIE !!!"

"please don't forget to eat for our sake 😭😭😭"

"now, eat up hon." he tells you softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your head, making your audience go crazy over how affectionate and caring your boyfriend was for you.

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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hello! i was wondering if i could request smth fluffy with sugawara being like possessive?

jealous. (sugawara koushi x reader)

word count: 1105

warnings: fem!reader, it’s all pretty fluffy, slightly suggestive at the end

tags: @keiva1000

There were perks that came with dating the manager for your university’s volleyball team.

First, it meant that Sugawara had an excuse to see you every single day. He could spend time with you during practice and still not compromise the time he spent playing volleyball. He didn’t have to choose between his club and his girlfriend, and that took a lot of pressure off him. It also meant that he was around you for hours on end, even during training camps to Tokyo. He got to show off his skills to the one person he always wanted to impress, and even though he wasn’t a regular, the times that he got to play, he really made it count. And he loved seeing you cheer him on.

The problem was that there were other boys there too, who constantly wanted your attention as their manager. And try as he might, Sugawara couldn’t help but let this bother him a little.

He knew what everyone on the team was like. Tanaka and Nishinoya were extremely attention hungry and loved being praised. And he knew their need for attention from you was merely because you were their manager and senpai. They didn’t have bad intentions. Then there was Kageyama who was always looking for advice, Hinata who was a social butterfly, Daichi and Asahi who had known you for just as long as he had and were good friends with you. All in all, being a manager wasn’t easy and he knew you were responsible for catering to the needs of the entire team and not just him.

But the ugly voice in his head wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t help but frown when you cheered for Hinata and Kageyama’s quick, or when you would high five Tanaka and Nishinoya after a good receive and spike combo. Sugawara was very rational, he knew that. And he prided himself for that. So he could swallow it down, tell himself it was a part of your job and that it was heartwarming that you got on with all your juniors so well.

But when Asahi asked you, gentle and hesitant as he was, to help him tie up his hair so little strands wouldn’t poke out and irritate him, Sugawara couldn’t stand and watch anymore.

He walked out of the gym, not bothering to change shoes before stomping off down the path that led to the club room, telling himself he needed to calm down and that he was being irrational. He didn’t even notice you blink in shock at his sudden departure, hands paused where you held up Asahi’s hair tie. The ace turned back to look at you questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

“What was that about?”

You shook your head and shrugged, feeling just as startled as the boy in front of you. “I have no idea.”

You gave Asahi an apologetic smile and held out the hair tie to him. “I should probably go and check.”

Asahi nodded immediately and gave you an encouraging smile. “Of course! Don’t worry about it.”

Back in the clubroom, Sugawara leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the locker, trying to take deep breaths. He hadn’t bothered turning a light on, the room lit only by the sunlight peeking in from under the door. He closed his eyes, and all he saw was your hands carding through Asahi’s hair and you tried to get all of them up into a knot. Your face had been the picture of concentration, and maybe slight frustration, and despite how mad the sight made him, you still looked so beautiful.

Suga felt his shoulders slump.

What was he doing? Being jealous of his own friends? People he knew would never, ever try anything with you. People he truly trusted with his own life. Yet here he was, feeling so bothered he wanted to rip you away from them and hold you tight against him. Wanted to tell all of them that you were his, that you kissed him and hugged him every day. Not them. Not anyone else.

There was a soft knock before the door swung open with a slight squeak, making Sugawara jolt away from the locker. He saw your head peek through, trying to adjust to the darkness. You gave him a little smile that made his insides squirm.

“What’re you doing in the dark, Koushi?” You reached for the light switch and flicked it on, making Sugawara blink a bit. He watched you step in and shut the door behind you gently, walking closer to him until he was within reach. He felt your arms wrap around his waist, your body pressing to his and your chin resting on his chest so you could look up at him.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Your voice was a mere whisper, and your touch seemed to calm him a little. He returned your embrace, holding you tight to him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s nothing.” He muttered, giving you a smile of his own. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You gave him a look that told him you didn’t believe his bullshit, and Sugawara had to curse how perceptive you were.

“It’s just,” he tried to think of the words, “sometimes you get too close to the guys and it-” he paused.

“Pisses you off?” You supplied.

Suga shook his head. “That might be a bit too strong.”

“What else do you call storming out of the gym with a murderous look on your face?”

He groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, feeling it shake with the force of your giggles. You cooed at him, running your soft fingers over his scalp.

“Aw, my baby is jealous.”

Suga tightened his hold on you, squeezing gently. “So what if I am?”

“I don’t mind. I think it’s really sexy.”

That made him lift his head, looking at you in surprise. You had a little smirk on your face, and there was a sizzling heat in your eyes. Sugawara’s core stirred.

“Really?”

You hummed low, tilting your head up until your lips were meeting his. It was firm yet gentle, and in your lips Suga found reassurance and validation, and an urgency that you only showed when you wanted more.

He felt something stir inside him again. He tightened his grip just as you pulled away, making a noise of protest. You laughed in response.

“Not here, Koushi!” You giggled.

Suga didn’t protest, only grinning and shrugging, wiggling his eyebrows at you until you laughed again, the ugly voice inside him dimming more and more by the second.

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satantica · 4 months

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haikyu boys ask you to be their valentine - pt. 2

characters: kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou, sugawara koushi and our special guest kageyama tobio!!

cw: fem!reader and the characters are NOT in a relationship yet

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system-to-the-madness · 3 months

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Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

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It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart. But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

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ilylovelyz · 10 months

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may i request soft comfort sex with suga ? <3

⍣ ೋ EVERYTHING

˚ · . sugawara x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ soft sex, marking, protected sex, slight dacryphilia, cockwarming

you're my everything my everything, everything

you softly sighed at the feel of your boyfriend's hands caressing your skin, goosebumps rising up and down your entire body.

"mmhm," you hummed, cheeks tingling when he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your jaw. you love the moments like these, the soft moments where it's just the two of you, doing nothing in particular except be in each other's embrace.

"feel good, baby?" he mumbled against your skin, his hips grinding softly into yours at such an angle it had you moaning, his tip pressing so deliciously against your sweet spot. "kou.. feels good.." you mewled, one of your hands finding purchase on the back of his hair, intertwining your fingers with his gray soft locks.

"yeah?" he purred, his lips pressing wet open mouthed kisses against your neck, occasionally suckling on and leaving red angry marks on the sensitive skin. "y'know i love you right?" he said, his hand coming up to squeeze at your breast.

"love you too kou," you moaned out, your hips grinding against his rhythmically, throwing your head back when his tip became flush with the opening of your cervix. "just love you, only you." he groaned, his other free hand sliding down the skin of your abdomen, going further until his finger-pads were pressing against your throbbing clit.

his words tightened the knot within your stomach, feeling nothing but bliss because of his induced pleasure on you. he was attacking every single one of your soft spots, it made it impossible for you to focus on one thing for long before he had your eyes rolling back to your skull.

"you're my everything, i love you so much," he muttered out, his soft grinding soon turning into something more fast and intense, his cock throbbing inside of your tight cunt. his lips detached from your neck, his hand releasing your breast to tilt your head to the side, his lips pressing against yours.

it felt like magic, the room turning much into a hotbox, the two of you practically shared the same air as you gasped into each other's mouths, tongues dancing slowly with one another. "kou, i'm gonna cum," you whined against his lips, tilting your head away from his when shyness took over you, a stray pleasurable tear running down your cheek.

he chucked lightly against your cheek, his hand wiping away your fat tear, "you're so cute, i love you so much."

with another roll of his hips against yours, you came, eyes clenching shut as your senses were overwhelmed by nothing but deep pleasure and bliss. his hips stuttered against yours as your cunt had a vice grip on his cock, throwing his head into your neck as he spilled his load into the condom.

the two of you laid in your post-orgasmic bliss, his cock still sheathed in your sensitive core. his face remained in the crook of your neck, his lips still pecking lightly against the skin there. "'m, i love you."

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atomicvoidjellyfish · 1 month

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HOW KARASUNO BOYS REACT!!!

TO YOUR STRUGGLES DURING THAT TIME OF THE MONTH! FLUFFY HEADCANONS

Includes: Dachi, Sugawara, Asahi, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Tuskishima, Kageyama, Tadashi and Hinata

~ Dachi sawamura ~

• Dachi is all around a confident, sweet and tallented guy when it come to understanding his team mates and what they need. Thats the same for you in your times of need.

• He would happily carry extra sanitary items in case you need them and a couple bars of your favourite chocolate.

• Dachi sadly knows he can't do heaps about the pain, tiredness or you mood swings. But he knows how to make things better and to help you preserver.

• Dachi is very gentle and highly aware about how you might react to certain things. He understand women are emotional creatures and small things can really upset you.

• He's more touchy especially when he can see how much it affects you're well being, he give you great big bear hugs and regularly checks in on you.

• After school he'd invite you out do a in-home movie and eat take away for your choice. He loves cuddling you up and keeping you safe. He truly just wants you to be happy.

~ Sugawara Koushi ~

• Suga reminds you of sugar very very sweet and he knows the things you really need to hear during that time. He's always happy to reassurance you over any little thing.

• His voice is so soft takes a lot of pain away. While holding you he will whisper sweet nothings in you ear. Reminding you of how beautiful you are, that your amazing and how lucky he is to have you.

• Suga loves giving you lots of sweet kisses, on you cheeks, your forehead and you lil nose too

• He can also be surprisingly protect when it come to situations that make you uncomfortable, crowds of people, foods you crave ect

• He'll rub your back and pull you in close, resting is chin on your head. He knows its hard and upsetting the things you think about an go through

• Suga complements you more and understand the importance of you feeling treasured, beautiful and desired by him. He sees you looking in the mirror a lot more studying yourself. He'll approach you from behind wraps his arms around your waist and give you back kisses. He's eyes are soft yet still filled with desire that never fails to make you smile.

~ Asahi Azumane ~

• Asahi would over think like crazy he easily starts stressing out when it comes to you. Still he's very sweet you give him little hints to help him along. It makes him feel really good to know he can help you.

• He'd cray your bags knowing that your back hurts. He'd be worried so much he would walk you home to make sure you don't faint or fall or have anything happen to you.

• Being the ace he can get quite a few injuries so he regularly caries pain meds, tape, soothing gels and other items. He always encourages you to use them knowing they help.

• Asahi always give you his jacket he remembers the thing you said about being cold and how it can make things worse. The school uniform being a skirt doesn't help.

• Asahi thinks about you a lot in class, about how your going, what your feeling, in your in pain or maybe if you've gone to the med bay. Constantly stressing himself out (poor guy). He's always waiting near you locker and his eyes light up whenever he sees you.

• You often reassure him that your fine. Asahi's mom is also very sweet yes he's a mamas boy. But she'll happily cook extra food for you two to share and here food makes everything a lot better.

~ Tanaka Ryuunosuke ~

• If menstral cycles were a person you best bet Tanaka is pulling up and he's bring Nishinoya

• Tanka is a very unique, cool, rambunctious person so he would handle the situation a lot differently. He would want to make you feel better by going out and having fun, movies, the park, the beach anything to get you out an about. This can cause arguments sometimes as you'er often tired, moody and don't feel the best.

• Tanka would feel bad but you always lay him down in your lap, he cuddles up to you around waist. Which is good as he keeps you warm.

• He'd get curious as ask you questions about your cycle, which was cute, he's trying to better understand your problems and think about a better solution.

• Tanka would even go as far to ask Kyoko or Kanoka about what helps and what things he could get for you.

• He's not a cook but he'd always make sure your warm, have enough blankets, a hot water bottle and some warm ramen noodles.

• The thing Tanka always did be is make you feel real special and try his best to make you smile and laugh. He'd complement you, your a greek goddess, the women who owns the planet venus and unofficial victorian secret super model.

• Tanka makes sure that you enjoy life whilst your with him and to be the best boyfriend he can possible be.

~ Nishinoya Yuu ~

• Nishinoya is vastly misunderstood, you'd think he's immature and a big ball of energy that seems clueless and not that smart but he's far from that.

• With all that energy and viciousness he can feel a lot of emotions he's just more reserved as most guys are. But he can understand when you have really bad down days.

• You'd see a completely different side of him that very few people see. He calm, soft, gentle and soothing.

• He gives you long warm hugs as he will rock you in his embrace. In that way he was very much your safe place. You could tell him anything and he would understand. Having his issue with height and the fall out the volley ball team had he went through is own pains. Giving up the sport he loved took a toll on him and the fight with Asahi.

• In a way it was always a good way for you two to bond and reinforce trust, that you were there for each other on a much deeper level.

• Nishinoya would happily share all his food with you, make sure your well feed and that he doesn't keep you up late over night texting. He just wants you to get better as quickly as possible.

• The talk of blood and cycle is still a bit odd and foreign to him but he doesn't like the thought that you could literally bleed to death so he does what he can.

~ Tuskishima Kei ~

• Tuskishima is generally pretty mono toned he doesn't over display any kind of care and the sarcasm doesn't help. This is just a part of his personality. Sometimes it can cause arguments as you feel like he isn't taking you seriously and it really hurts sometimes.

• He'd realise how much your hurting and that he really messed up. You'd open up your locker and find little notes sometimes hand written letters.

• He hold your hand talking the long walk home after school, he was never good at apologising but you understood he was sorry.

• It taught him how to be a little more gentle with you, to understand you a bit better and to think before saying things to you.

• He'd slowly become a lot more affectionate, pulling you into his arms and cuddling you up in his arms. He shudder trying open up and tell you about things. What he thinks about you and the things he hopes to do with you one day.

• Tuskishima after realising how horrible both mentally and physically you feel. He always make sure there was time for you, time for him to listen.

• When your really sad he ask you over to his house introduce you to his mom one of the most kindest and beautiful being in his life other then you of course.

• You both playing a couple games together and you'd learn it actually likes reading. He loved how smart you are and how you could hold a conversation about topics that interest him.

• It helped you take time of things, you learned more about each others passions and found out you have a lot more income than you think.

~ Tobio kageyama ~

• Honestly Kageyama can be a bit naive and hot headed, he struggles a lot when it comes to understanding your predicament. He can get a bit annoyed with you moods and complaining. This can cause some pretty heated fights.

• But Kageyama can be a big fat meanie, all that frustration and anger also leads to a lot of thought, overthinking, over apologising and regret. Kageyama never wants to be a bad person especially to you.

• Kageyama would take on multiple strategies on how to keep you happy always. If you mad or angry Kageyama would mind some rough play cuddles, you never manage to hurt him. If your sad he's bringing chocolate or your favourite ice cream. If you don't feel your best he'll make an effort to be more soft with you in ever way.

• He always brings you a Milk box encourages you to drink it all. Saying it's packed in everything that you need to feel better, stronger and heal faster.

• He's the type of guy to cuddle you up, zip his jumper up real tight on a cold rain walk home. Wrap you up in a scarf, he's scared of you catching a cold obviously cause he cares about you but also cause he doesn't want to be sick either.

• Kageyama needs you a lot he wont admit it, you always manage to make him feel better and he's an over-thinker. He stresses out way to much, your his peace and he loves you for all the endless lap cuddles and hair play. He just hopes he can do the same for you.

~ Tadashi Yamaguchi ~

• Tadashi gets so incredibly worried and stress about you! He would refuse to leave you empathising with how hard the week can be for you.

• He'd make sure that there is plenty of time to spend with you. Going out to cafe's in the mornings before school or bringing you some delicious food to share from bread top!

• Tadashi is a bundle of fluff, he's the guy to keep your hands warm offer his jacket and open doors for you. A very sweet gentlemen.

• He loves to play games and cuddle up on the couch with tones of blankets or watch a movie marathon. Some hot chocolate or some salty popcorn solves everything.

• You favourite thing about Tadashi was the beauty in his eyes. He wears his heart on his sleeve. You love the warmth he just radiates, he looks at you with nothing but love and softness. You can open up to him about anything and he always tries to understand.

~ Shoyo Hinata ~

• Hinata is defiantly clueless upon telling him more details. He stress like really bad, faint, dye or blow his head off. He would literally think your DIEING!! or that you were gonna DIE!!

• Hinata just over thinks being the sweet guy he is all he needs to do is say hello! He's your lil sunshine always makes you feel better with just a smiles.

• When he see's your having a really bad day he invites you over. Yourself and his little sister Natsu have grown really close. Natsu is always excited to see you! She'd play with your hair, paint your nails ect.

• Hinata's mom is super sweet she always make sure to cook up one of your many favourite meals. She gets warm and fuzzy seeing you an Hinata together.

• You often get invited out to family events, shopping, dinner, camping ect. Your all very close and Hinata is always there hyping you up the whole way.

• He pushes your bounders in a good way, making you do things you never think you could! So when that time comes around you always feel extra special not just to yourself but to Hinata too.

Thanks so much for reading,!!! Let me know if you have any requests!!

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koishiro · 1 month

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Suga. Mood. Board. I NEED KOSHI SUGAWARAAAAAAAAAAAAA😭

Dating Koshi Sugawara <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the very requested koshi is hereeee!!! <33

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sugawarassoccerlover · 6 months

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"are you okay? do you need a hug?" suga asked gently, holding his arms open for you.

"no, 'm fine," you mumbled, wiping your face with your sleeve, your lies obvious by the tears on your face.

suga stood and waited. he didn't want to force his care onto you, he wanted you coming to him to be your choice. he would wait. he would take the lies. he didn't mind standing there awkwardly with his arms open until you acknowledged your own vulnerability.

after a few moments, you whispered "i'm not okay" before you practically threw yourself into the former setter's arms, plastering yourself to him like a koala. and he would hold you, for as long as you needed

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sugawara #hq #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #koshi sugawara #sugawara comfort #sugawara x y/n #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara kōshi #haikyu x reader #haikyuu blurb #sugawara blurb #x reader comfort #x reader #x y/n #sugawara x you

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slut4msby · 4 months

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hq boys with a typically non-affectionate s/o <3

+ tags & warnings; n/a

+ a/n; day 7/7!! that's one whole week, basically a world record for me. i was so tempted not to post today bc i had a v long & stressful work day but i did it!!! also its me, i'm the one who doesn't show physical affection :p

Physical touch was never your forte, never something you enjoyed. Of course he knew this, and he understood this. You were never touchy with friends or with him. He had never seen you hug your best friend let alone give her a high five. Yet he was patient, he knew you didn’t need reasoning for something like this. It just simply wasn’t a part of who you were and he was willing to accept this. He would never say anything to you but he did yearn for your touch. You two had kissed and hugged and all that couple stuff, but it was never initiated by you. He wanted you to kiss him, not for him to kiss you.

It's not like you didn't show him love. You showered him in love in your own way. Usually in the form of giving him gifts with the tagline, "this reminded me of you" or simply sitting in the same room as he studies for an upcoming exam, or going to the shops with him, just being by his side.

He still remembers sitting next to you on the train, sharing a pair of earphones after a long day. You were dozing in and out, falling asleep as time passed. Before you rested your head on his shoulder, murmuring something to him. He couldn’t recall what you said, too taken aback from the little movement of affection.

He remembers when the two of you were walking, and you wrapped yourself around his arm. He remembers the feeling of adrenaline running through his veins, how his heart ran, and how the feeling of warmth spread across his face.

“You’re so pretty.” He said looking down at you.

“You’re one to talk, my love.” You said placing a light kiss on his lips. Causing him to pause in his tracks. He swore in that moment he had died, and been taken by angels. “Hello, are you broken?” You giggle at his overreaction.

“Never been better, darling.” He says pulling you back, kissing you once again.

©slut4msby.

DAICHI, SUGA, asahi, kuroo, IWAIZUMI, akaashi, semi, KITA, komori <3,

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magewritesstories · 2 months

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I hc that these two innocent cinnamon rolls are actually some of the slyest mfs with the dirtiest mouths you will ever meet, dont ask me why it just makes sense okay i dont make the rules i am simply here to reinforce them ───MAGE

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #toge inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #toge inumaki headcanons #jjk headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara kōshi #sugawara kouishi headcanons #haikyuu headcanons

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cottonlemonade · 26 days

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How You Met

word count: 1111 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Sugawara x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

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You cradled the stack of books in your arms as you looked through the large shop window onto the street outside. It had started to rain and people hastened by the unassuming storefront with umbrellas or their bags raised above their heads. It wouldn‘t be long before the foot traffic would die down completely, you thought. Although, in your opinion, there was no better place to escape to during a rainy afternoon than a secondhand bookstore. Grabbing your handy dandy footstool you made your way to a section near the back to sort away the volumes people had left lying around.

As you moved some paperbacks to the right to make more space, the battered little brass bell hanging above the entrance chimed.

“Good afternoon!“, you called out. Putting on your most inviting customer service smile you looked around the shelf to greet the new patron but all you saw was a swoosh of a little rain-damp jacket disappearing into the manga section. Shrugging your shoulders you went back to sorting, enjoying the comfortable silence of the shop and the soft sounds of the radio playing in the back.

However, after about a minute or so when you were just contemplating going to ask if you could help, you heard a quiet sob. You looked around again, thinking maybe you just imagined it, but kept your ears perked. Another suppressed sound made you climb down your footstool.

Behind the very last bookshelf sat a little boy, maybe six or seven years old, curled up to a ball, crying into his folded arms.

You approached him carefully.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The boy lifted his head a bit. His big dark eyes were filled with tears, his lips puffy and red as if he had bitten them to muffle any sounds. He hiccuped.

Your expression softened. He reminded you of your little brother. He had the same scrunch in the nose, when he was sad.

"Can I get you anything?", you asked gently, offering a kind smile.

He shook his head and hid his face in his arms again, trembling from a new wave of sobs.

You got down on your knees and rummaged in your pocket for a tissue. You were so focused to not frighten him that you didn't notice another ring from the bell above the door.

"Here.", you held out a tissue to the boy and he took it hesitantly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Again, a tiny shake of the head. You thought for a moment, then nodded to yourself as you shuffled a little closer to him. What would your brother need in this situation?

"Would you like a hug?", you asked.

The crying boy eyed you with uncertainty at first, wiping his tears on his sleeve. But your chubby figure paired with the rather motherly look in your eyes probably put him at ease because in the next moment he held out his short arms.

You embraced him at once, one hand on the back of his head, and one drawing soothing circles over his damp jacket.

The warmth of your hug made him break down even more. He cried into your shoulder and you held him, now slowly swaying back and forth like you did whenever your baby brother was upset.

"It's gonna be fine.", you said calmly, holding him tighter.

You sat like this for a couple of moments until finally his breathing became calmer, steadier.

"Would you like another tissue?" you asked eventually.

He nodded, rubbing his eyes. You looked around in your pockets again. "Shoot, wait, I think I still have some behind the counter."

But before you got up an outstretched hand, holding a tissue appeared next to you. You jumped a little and looked up to a rain soaked guy, a little older than you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

The crying boy took the offered tissue.

"You alright, Yusu-chan?", the newcomer asked, concerned.

You moved protectively in front of the child in case this guy, sweet as he may look, was who the boy ran away from.

But “Yusu-chan”, still in your arms, nodded and sniffled, “Yes, sensei.”

The young man held his hand out to you to help you up.

"Thank you.", he said in a quiet, relieved voice, so that the boy couldn't hear, "I've been looking everywhere for him."

"No problem.", you replied, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You’ve already done more than enough, thank you very much." He bent down to pick up the boy, who immediately nuzzled into his neck.

You blushed under his genuine smile.

"I'm Koushi."

"Y/n."

"Yusuke.", said the little boy, composing himself and turning to you, his arms still around Koushi‘s neck, "I'm really sorry for crying on your shirt, miss."

You chuckled, "Oh, don't worry about it. Are you feeling a bit better now?" You reached out to pat his head and he leaned into the touch like a puppy might.

"A lot." He gave you a wide smile, exposing two missing front teeth. It would have looked sweet if the puffy eyes and red nose didn't break your heart.

For a moment the three of you just stood there a little awkwardly. "We should get going.'', Koushi said, using his free hand to ruffle his wet gray hair and considering you thoughtfully.

You nodded. Yusuke just looked back and forth between the two adults, confused.

"Well then... have a nice evening."

And so they left. You sighed when the jingle of the bell died down after the door had closed.

Staring absentmindedly after them for a few heartbeats you absurdly wondered if you‘d see them again, before shaking your head and going back to work.

A few moments later the doorbell chimed again.

"Good afternoon!", you called diligently, "I'll be right with you."

You slid the little stack of books in your arms in place and went to the front. Koushi stood by the register, nervously playing with his fingers.

"Hello again.", you smiled, your heart fluttering in hopeful excitement, "Did you forget something?"

"Yeah, actually... I was ... I was wondering if you would like to grab some coffee, maybe."

Your stomach pulled a little. "Sure, my shift ends in 2 hours."

"Great, I'll pick you up."

You both smiled at each other unsure of what to do next.

"Okay then. See you in two hours."

He turned around to leave and walked right into the door.

You winced in sympathy as he rubbed his forehead.

"That's a pull."