#kiyomi sakusa

[brights-place]

Dating Sakusa Kiyomi Headcannons

- When you're in public, Kiyoomi is touching you. Whether a subtle touch or not, he's either holding your hand or having his arms wrapped around you that you're almost not that recognizable.

- He tries his best to not get jealous as much as before but who is he kidding?

- When you get jealous, he gets so happy that he'll tease you about it endlessly.

- Your dates mostly consist of eating out somewhere where he knows how it is cleaned or at home where one of you cooks for the other. - Everytime you come to his games, he'd buy grapes - your mother's favorite fruit - to thank her. Your mom is super supportive to the point where he'll bring your brothers to her workplace so that you get to go to his games or practice or just hang out with him.

- His mom adores you and would steal you away sometimes and it honestly annoys him.

- Komori asks you to protect him multiple times.

- You met with Ushijima one time during Interhigh Nationals and Kiyoomi made sure it looked lik you two were dating. He's lowkey threatened. Same goes with Kita. - Sakusa is cuddly sometimes in private but sometimes he isn’t really depends. - He's the type of boyfriend who is an absolute shithead to anyone but you. - He loves to cuddle with you and is an absolute sucker for the way you snuggle up and pepper kisses along his neck when he wants to cuddle. - OKAY BUT IMAGINE HIM WITH DIMPLES! - every time he tries to cover his mouth when he laughs you alwayas have to stop him - I CRY when I imagine him for one of your anniversaries doing something you like even though he doesn't like that hobby he would do it for you as a gift. - He calls you randomly to know where you are or how are you. - he loves doing random face times he pretends he doesn't like them but he really does

- Sakusa pretends to be stoic with his 'teammates' (WHICH ARE ACTUALLY HIS FRIENDS) but when you meet up with them one day they can’t help but be like 'Who TF are you?' seeing their stoic germaphobe captain giggling at you

- He always has an soft spot for you and you only. He feels comfortable and safe around you.

[arctvros]

he left his jersey at home idk

[myunconquerablesoul]

Recommendations. *NSFW*

Haikyu!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ only!!!

Kageyama Tobio

SWEATER SEASON - @tteokdoroki

Iwaizumi Hajime

venus - @saetyrn9

Akaashi Keiji

treating keiji on his birthday - @kiyoobi

Miya Atsumu

himbo!atsumu - @tiniella

Miya Osamu

it's samu's birthday - @sugawarassoulmate

no title, but trust me! - @midnightmarius (kitchen sex)

THANKFUL - @yukimiyaz

Sakusa Kiyoomi

pussy enthusiast! sakusa kiyoomi - @miyasins

no title, but trust me! - @doingitforbokuto (Sakusa who masturbates on all fours)

Private - @teeyoomi

-> Navigation.

[joyaphoria]

growing up, kiyoomi never had many friends.

he didn’t know how to talk to the other kids, and so he wasn’t very good at socializing.

having curly hair didn’t help either, because while his moms friends called him adorable and fluffed it, the other kids just thought it was weird.

‘you aren’t normal!’ they would shriek, running down the hall when he would approach them. ‘normal kids have straight hair!’

when kiyoomi would come home, sometimes with a trembling lip as he struggled to contain his whimpers, his mom would twist one of the ‘abnormal’ curls around her finger.

“there’s no such thing as normal, baby.” she would whisper against his head. “kids just aren’t used to things that they don’t see everyday.”

knowing that his curls were popular with the adults made him feel a little better, but it didn’t change the fact that he still wasn’t accepted amongst his peers.

then one day, a new student was introduced to the class.

the other kids were fascinated with you, because you moved around a lot, and came here from abroad; the teachers were just as in awe, because even at the young age of ten, you spoke both japanese and english.

you’ve been to so many places around the world, that the other kids began to trust in your opinion of what was and wasn’t cool.

and so one day during recess, while kiyoomi was playing on the swings, the same troublesome group of kids came after him.

“he looks like he’s wearing a mop!” one of the girls shrieked. “no way! even i wouldn’t use that to clean the floor!” a boy retorted.

kiyoomi closed his eyes and ignored them as he kicked his legs on the swing, urging it to go higher. block them out, his mom had told him. show them that they aren’t important.

and kiyoomi was trying, he really was, but the things they said got nastier and nastier, until one of them said “no way his momma touches that mop!”

his lip was trembling by the end, and he hung his head to save himself from the embarrassment of being seen crying.

“where i’ve been, curls are super cool.”

and all the giggling and snickers went quiet, as kiyoomi looked up to find you, arms crossed as you stared down the other kids. “bullying isn’t though, and the big kids would usually come to hang you upside down.”

their eyes went wide in fear as the scrambled away, leaving omi on the swing with his head bowed and cheeks tear stained, his curls shielding his face.

“i think your curls are great,” you exclaim, taking a seat in the swing next to his. “my big sister has curls too, and she styles them really pretty!”

kiyoomi blinks, slowly looking up to meet your eyes. you smile even brighter, and kiyoomi’s cheeks heat when you ask, “may i touch your hair?”

nobody had ever asked, not even his moms friends who did it regardless.

and maybe he was just so used to the names he’s been called, because he asks, “aren’t you afraid that you’ll get cursed? or that worms will crawl out?”

and kiyoomi watches as you burst into laughter, so hard, that the other kids were turning their heads to whisper and mumble. “if touching curly hair curses me, im way passed saving!”

kiyoomi finds himself smiling faintly alongside you, before tilting his head towards you, as a silent way of approving.

he listens as you hold one of his curls, exclaiming, “it’s so soft! your ma takes care of them so nicely!”

and ever since that day, kiyoomi had grown attached to you.

you guys became the best of friends; occasional play dates, sleepovers, always together at school, and always confiding in each other. you two were inseparable, and you made kiyoomi’s elementary days less and less insufferable.

that is until you turned twelve, and kiyoomi found out that you were moving away again.

“my dad found a job back up in canada,” you explained hesitantly one day at recess, as you both sat side by side on the swings. “my dad doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long, and it turns out that my mom has been pushing the move back for some time now.”

you don’t mention that it’s because you’ve been begging her not to go, your little heart suffocating at the thought of leaving your best friend behind.

kiyoomi hangs his head — just like that day two years ago — shielding the world from the tears that were making their way down his face.

“i’m sorry, omi.” you whisper, entangling your tiny hand with his. he can hear the sincerity in your soft voice, and the way it trembles tells him that he isn’t the only one loosing a special part of him. “one day when i’m older, i’ll find you again.”

kiyoomi lifts his head once more, finding courage in your oath. “you promise?” because kiyoomi had never had been promised anything, just the small things from his parents, that were often forgotten about.

this, though, isn’t small. this is big and important, and it’s a promise that you need to keep, if made. “i promise, omi.”

and kiyoomi is guilty of forgetting about you by the time he becomes a teenager, because let’s face it; you were children. your little hearts had entangled and grown fond of each other, but eventually, you were no more than the first friend he had made in kindergarten, long since forgotten about.

little does he know, come twelve years, you would most definitely find your newly grown hearts, once again, entangled.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

love using google translate on non-english websites bc then it's like. yes you are so correct my favorite characters are:

goshokuko and rintaro kakuna

and who could forget the one and only

sakuyaha seiomi

AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE

IT'S IITSUNA PALM!!

[shyampyari]

*Over six feet tall, muscular with an intimidating face volleyball players* girltoy

[wake-uptoreality]

He is kissing you desperately, grabbing your soft curve of hips as he is in total mercy of your beauty...he just came home from an important meeting, so he is still in his suit, hair tottaly messy from how your slide your fingers in there as you plant soft, sweet kisses on his lips that makes him in want...

"Such a tease, baby" he growls.

he bites on his lip as he starts removing his tie with middle and index finger and with his hair messed up, it looks tottaly sexy...you feel butterflies in your stomach as he grabs your wrists together and wraps his tie around your wrists as you cant escape him.

" I think you look better than I do with my ties on, love~"

-> SAKUSA KIYOMI, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, miya osamu, KUROO TETSURO, kozume kenma, TSUKISHIMA KEI, sawamura daichi.

[schelamski]

Sakusa Kiyomi in "On and about with the hq-boys"🛫

-a series of airport drabbles.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

You have been waiting for the msby team to arrive at the airport. For several hours you had to wait for your boyfriend Sakusa, who was a player in said volleyball team. It wasn’t even that cold in this part of the airport but you were running cold whenever you got sleepy. About to drift away in a weird sitting position you suddenly heard a lot of mumbling voices. Like the many other times you took it on yourself to pick up your boyfriend from the airport when he had away-games, you fell asleep for some good ten minutes before waking up again to go through this whole procedure another time. Today wasn’t any different and you had been napping for a few minutes when you finally heard voices. Snapping your eyes open the msby team was arriving. Infront of the others you could see your distressed boyfriend, he really hated planes. Being stuck with that many people on limited space, he wanted to be one of the first people to exit. Also, Sakusa really wanted to have you beside him again. When your eyes met you were already on your way to him, but you tried to not throw yourself at him, guessing closure wasn’t what he needed right now. However, you were surprised when he slumped himself on you, suddenly having his body wrapped around you.

“Was it that bad, huh?”

“Mhm”

“At least you’re back again, I missed you. I even vacuumed a bit earlier because I haven’t heard the sound in so long.”

“Don´t tell me that’s what you’re missing when I’m not there. I guess I´ll have to be back on track tomorrow. But first, lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Kiyomi couldn’t help but think of how he felt at home as soon as he had you in his arms, but you weren’t exactly running hot right now, so there was no other option than get you in your warm bed for some undisrupted sleep.

“Okay”

It takes everything in you to mask your surprise when he takes your hand in his while walking out to get his luggage.

“And I missed you too.”

Now you cant hide your smile.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[sunarc]

Making out with sakusa kiyomi ??👀👀👀 I just can’t get over it ahhh

Sakusa is so in love with you. He’s in love with your smile, it never fails to bring joy to his heart. He’s in love with your body even when you don’t recognize the perfection of it through scars and stretch marks. He’s even shocked to say it but he’s in love with you even through your sweaty day or when your sick and probably covered in germs, he loves you through it all. He’s especially in love with your lips. He loves how plump and soft they feel covering his naked skin in kisses. You’re lips are probably his favorite thing about you. He loves with you wear lip gloss. The way your lips look so glossy and delicious he always finds himself kissing the gloss away. It’s a messy encounter really. He can’t help but grab your neck dragging you close to his body. His breath fans across your lips as he pulls you in closer. He bites his lip in a failed attempt to contain himself.

“God you don’t understand the things you do to me”

His lips come crashing down onto yours. One hand wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly closer while the other grips tightly onto your neck as if daring you to pull away from him. His lips move against yours in a desperate motion. Sakusa has kissed every day that he has been with you but the feeling of your lips against his never changes. His heart feels as if it may burst from the speed. He’s almost out of air but he refuses to pull away from you.

“Omi we have to go” you whine against his lips, knowing you’d be late to the event the two of you had gotten dressed for.

“Just one more” he presses small pecks against your lips before moving down to your neck. “Smell so good baby” he groans

He sucks on your neck before running his tongue against the spot to sooth the skin.You let out a small whimper.

“You say that every time” you whine.

His lips crash down onto yours silencing your protest. His hand cups your ass cheek squeezing your fat. You let out a soft moan as you wrap your arms around his neck dragging him closer. He slips his knee in between your legs silently thanking the universe that you decided to wear a skirt. You impulsively rock back and forth searching for friction. You gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure allowing Sakusa to slip his tongue in. He has never known himself to be so messy and wild but you bring out the wildest desires in him. Your tongues dance against each other fighting for dominance. You feel yourself slowly submit to him whimpering at how he easily overpowers you. His hand glides down underneath your skirt feeling how soaked your underwear are.

“Take these off. We’re gonna be late to the party”

🏷️: @reneinii , @smoothopz , @ykimobessed , @mizloca , @kei-tsuki21 , @hehehehesthings , @jazzyluuv , @smorparadise , @christie-r0ad

[romiyaro]

ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ (ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ)

atsumu | oikawa | iwaizumi | bokuto | osamu

"O-omi, please make it fast!" you plead shakily.

"Shut up, I'm trying!" he replies equally shakily, looking one part furious and ninety-nine parts terrified. The swatter in his hand is shaking like it's being held by a ninety-year-old geezer, not a twenty-something athlete.

But then Sakusa Kiyomi openly admits that encounters with bugs eat up half his lifespan.

Meanwhile the cockroach struts around the counter proudly. And your heart sinks further the more area it covers. You squeal as it nears the plates. You violently shake your husband's shoulders, "Kill it, Omi! Just kill the damn thing already!"

Shaking your hands off he gulps, stepping closer to the roach, swatter lifted to just above it. Sakusa counts to three under his breath and brings down the swatter. And the scariest thing that could happen happens.

The roach flies towards you both.

You both scream your guts out, stepping over each other's feet and rushing out of the kitchen.

The roach follows you both to the living room, settling on the television screen. Now even if you wanted you couldn't swat it unless you made it fly to a safer place or didn't mind busting the expensive television screen. You both crouch on the sofa, the sofa cover draped around you both like a blanket.

After regrouping a bit, Kiyoomi breathes heavily and stands up, his posture akin to that of a general off to wage a deadly war. But quickly sits back down the moment the roach buzzes from its position.

And then he stands up again only to whimper and sit back down beside you when the roach buzzes again, threatening to fly towards you both. This goes on until you grab your phone from underneath you and call Atsumu. "EMERGENCY! PLEASE HELP!"

There's a groan from the other side, "Tell Omi-kun to man up idiot. Lemme sleep."

"NOOO!" You yell into the phone. "Our lives are on the line, Atsumu! Make it quick!" Cue another groan and stomps from the apartment right beside yours and Atsumu opens the door to your room, bug spray in hand.

You sob and Sakusa sags into the sofa with relief. The savior was here. You didn't have to die today after all.

ayo brain just farted here have another silly husband

[miioouu]

7-Hate Sex: Sakusa Kiyoomi

His name made you want to vomit. The sound of his voice made you want to hurl. The sight of him made you shiver in disgust. There’s only one word to describe what you felt towards Sakusa; you loathed him! You hated the way he walked around like he’s the best human that has ever marched on this earth, and you hated how he specifically looked at you, with nothing but pure repugnance on his face. Why though, you never knew. 

And if you were to discover the truth behind his feelings, how would you react? If you were to know that the disgust he showed you was more aimed at his own thoughts than just your mere existence, how would you deal with it? In reality, Sakusa didn’t find you neither gross, nor repulsive. In fact, he can’t help the dirty images he has of you every night, it’s your fault anyway for wearing those jeans that accentuated every curve. He can’t help himself at night, his hand down in his pants, jerking off at the thought of bending you over the table and fucking into, it’s your fault anyway for always running through his mind, making him forget how to be a decent human being. 

But it’s his fault too, for making you want to get on your knees and suck him off, when he stretches and his happy trail on display. It’s his fault too for making you want to hold onto his hair, pulling at it for dear life as he thrust into you, when after a match his fingers run through his hair to get it out of his face. It's his fault that every time you get back from work, you end up with fingers knuckles deep thrusting into you, wishing it was his thick digits instead. 

           Is it really hate, or is it more of an intense sexual tension? It was getting frustrating, not only for the both of you, but the people around you. The team has been going crazy over the so-called hatred, although they knew it wasn’t that; it was obvious for everyone else but you two. They couldn’t ignore the way Kiyomi licked his lips after you’re done giving him an earful, and they couldn’t ignore the way your face heated up, your thighs rubbed together when you looked up at him from your seat. The lust was so damn visible, it got them going mad. 

But what frustrated them even more was not knowing the reason why Sakusa has been over practicing lately, staying past everyone. And why did you insist on doing so much paperwork, even late in the evenings, even when they’re due for the next month? They were dying to know if there was actually something going on between the two of you or not. So it’s no surprise that one of them decided to spy on you, golden eyes peeping through the ajar doors of the locker, a hand pressed on his mouth as he watched the scene unfold before him. “Gosh you’re so annoying Sakusa, why can’t you just do what I’m telling you for once in your life?!” You tried to say annoyed, though your voice was shaking as his lips were sucking on one of your nipples, while the other was being taken care of by his nimble fingers. Your hand was running through his curls, more pulling than pushing as he pushed your back further into the bench. “Where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” A playful tone to his words before leaving a kiss on your clit. The action made butterflies flutter in your stomach, you tried your best to keep that gasp in your throat but it was to no avail; you let out once his hands found your knees, dragging you closer to him as he finally rested them on his shoulder. He took no time to bury his face between your legs, his tongue quickly diving between your folds. He sucked and slurped at your bundle of nerves, so focused on making you cry from pleasure, his eyes never left yours. He kept looking at you from between his lashes, fluttering every time you would pull on his hair.

But you weren’t shaking yet, weren’t trembling between his arms, and that was no good for Sakusa. There’s one thing you appreciated about the man you hated and it was the fact that he was a perfectionist; he’s never done anything half-assed, once he puts his mind into it, his all devotion, he will be the best at it. And lucky for you, his new goal was you; making you scream, making you see stars, ruining you so much until no other human being can pleasure you the way he does, he wants you running back to him, he wants you to be obsessed with him. The way things are going, it looks like that mission of his might be accomplished soon. He knew the moment his fingers slid between your folds, grazing at the velvety walls that hugged him just so perfectly, it’s funny he thinks, how you were made perfectly for him. His middle and index fingers moving in a come hither motion, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you arch your back into him, your pussy pushing into his mouth even more. You were squirming at his every touch, moving and twisting before him “Can you stop moving so much? You’re so stupid I swear.” If your mind wasn’t clouded with so much euphoria right now, you would’ve retorted, criticized his skills, although even if you could, you didn’t even have time; as soon as he pulled away from you to use his stupid words, he was right back between your thighs devouring you like starved man. His arm draped on your stomach, keeping you still as he worked on making you reach your high, and it wasn’t that far away. His fingers moving inside you at an incredible speed whilst his tongue was languidly circling at your clit, the contrast between in pace was making you go absolutely crazy, it was no surprise how fast you came; your legs stiffened, pulling him impossibly closer to you, your head was thrown back as you chanted his name like a mantra, like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

“Always talking about how much you hate me, but look at you, you can’t li-” His sentence was inputted by a flash illuminating the room, a low “Shit” echoing through the place, and as he was about to go face whoever dared interrupt his moment with you, you stopped him, sly smile on your face as you leaned up, whispering in his ear “It’s ok Omi, let’s just show them how much we really hate each other…”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Really random thought

Sakusa is dating a manager from another team and he gives them his jacket so he can find the in a tournament crowd and they wear it and there team sees it and they lose their minds

Probably tendou/noya and Tanaka

😂😂😂 bhahahahahhahaha ok but imagine it with Inarizaki 👀 Sakusa totes knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s been getting under Atsumu’s skin since 2012 ✋🏻

Sakusa told you to take his jacket because there was a “breeze” in the stadium and he was not about you getting any sort of sickness. He also wasn’t about to have you get lost in the crowd.

You shrugged, not thinking much about it because Sakusa would only ever mean well right?

Right 👀

You slip the jacket over your Inarizaki’s manager jacket because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

You make your way back to your team and Akagi is the first to spot you

He’s all like 😐🤨

Omimi follows with the confusion because they are definitely sure their team colors did not change from Black, Maroon and white to freaking lime green and yellow.

Honestly iconic colors 👏🏻 10/10 to the Itachiyama design team

Ginjima and Aran spot you next and they are like

👁️👄👁️

Suna is just video taping this entire time 🙄

Kita notices you and narrows his eyes because he’s worried you’re cold and he can’t have that! Perhaps the Inarizaki jackets need more insulation 🤔

“Hey guys!” You say, as these dummies just stare at you

Thankfully the silence doesn’t last long because good things never last on this time

“YN WHAT THE HECK ARE YA WEARIN!?!?” Atsumu screams, “THAT’S ITACHIYAMA’S JACKET!”

You, looking down and shrugging, “yeah it is! Omi gave it to me.”

“Omi as in Sakusa KiyOMI??” Atsumu shouts again

“Do you know any other Omi’s Sumu?” Osamu interrupts

“YN this is a huge betrayal of our trust!” Atsumu bellows as you roll your eyes, trying to ignore him as best you can

That’s a pipe dream Yn let’s be 4 real mkay

“Atsumu will you shut up. I gave Yn my jacket so they didn’t get lost in the crowd,” Sakusa said, interrupting the conversation as Atsumu glared back

“Are you saying we can’t protect our manager?” Atsumu growled back

“I’m saying there’s a lot of people here and Yn could easily get lost,” Sakusa responded

Actually the team thought he had a decent point but they were still mad that Sakusa had put his jacket on you.

“I think we can protect Yn ourselves,” Aran said, removing Sakusa’s jacket and handing it back to him

Sakusa narrows his eyes at the team as you sigh and roll your eyes. Honestly you can’t have anything nice Yn.

“Thanks Omi, I appreciate you lending me your jacket! Can I keep it for after the game?” You inquired, thinking this would fix everything

“YN you can wear my jacket!” Atsumu yells as you smile at him.

“YN is my partner, they will wear my jacket!” Sakusa growls in response

You rn 👉🏻 🌳 🐜 🌳

“Ok enough!” Kita finally interjects, “YN can wear Sakusa’s jacket after our match. Now let’s go warm up.”

Sakusa is just smirking at Atsumu as Ginjima tries to hold him back

Of course, Osamu has to continue to egg him on because why not

“Didnt Yn reject you asking them out like 7 times?” He says as Atsumu narrows his eyes

“Actually it was 9,” Suna chimes in

You 👉🏻😐

Really Yn what did you expect 😂

[ladytheoris]

Types of lovers

Possibly be silent about having a crush on you since day one. Will be believing that they are being super sneaky, but in fact, even you know they are having something for you

Itadori Yuuji, Hinata Shouyo, Nakahara Chuuya, Miya Osamu, Sawamura Daichi

The type to openly confess their unending love and adoration every then and now, to the point where you stopped telling everyone that you've been a couple for quite a while.

Gojo Satoru, Dazai Osamu, Kazuki Kurusu, Miya Atsumu, Sugawara Koshi

The type who never reveals anything until they want to. To the point when they first confessed to you, you would've been like 'me?'

Kento Nanami, Hatake Kakashi, Megumi Fushiguro, Rei Suwa, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintaro, Sakusa Kiyomi, Kunikida Doppo

Stopping with a few characters because the list will be endless.

[bakugostiddies]

Haikyuu Boys (Taylor's Version)

Taylor swift songs that describe your relationship with different Haikyuu Boys bc i love her and them

Content Warnings: just fluff and slightly suggestive content in Kuroo's section :)

A/N: I'm doing a Midnights themed Haikyuu series to let loose the swiftie in me so here are some crumbs before that.

Lover - Sakusa

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?"

Every day, sakusa kiyomi falls in love with you a little more. You don’t have the ardor of your first few dates, but the passion you once felt has evolved into something more, something deep and warm. Kiyomi brings you small trinkets on his way back from work with a simple “I thought of you” and cleans your room when you don’t feel like doing it yourself. He kisses you twice every morning before leaving- once on the forehead and once on the tip of your nose. His love is quiet and subtle, but you still feel it in every action, in every word. You, on the other hand, pack his lunch before work and add little notes that say “I love you! Eat well :)” or “have a great day <3” that brighten kyomi’s day. You tie his tie before every event you are invited to and in the aftermath of a big game, you give him massages that leave him relaxed and content. Your love comes out with what you say and the gentle caresses you give him whenever you touch. The two of you hold on to lazy cuddles or slow-dancing in your living room to frank sinatra. It feels comfortable and warm, like you have been together for your whole existence and maybe even before that. It almost feels like destiny. Home for each of you is with the other. 

Dress -Kuroo 

"Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Kuroo is irresistible, and you almost hate him for it. You’ve been friends since before you could form complete sentences and you’ve grown up together, swimming in the neighborhood pool and doing science projects- you are inseparable. You think that the relationship you shared, with his teasing and your protests and your mutual knack for trouble, will never change. But after drunken one party in college, you and kuroo wake up in his room the next morning with your naked limbs tangled together. Inseparable. Now, there’s a magnetism between you, an inevitability of your connections. Now you can’t go a moment without longing for his hands all over you. Now he loses control when you say his name like that (all innocent, like you dont know what you’re doing to his body, like you are daring him to do something dangerous). You spend your days together (and your nights) and most moments in between. He smirks at you and you can’t help your widening smile. When you’ve long given up resistance, you begin to press kisses to the back of his hand and he starts giving you his hoodies even when you don’t ask for them. And when kenma asks kuroo if he loves you, the man doesn’t hesitate in his answer. 

Gold rush - Oikawa

"But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch"

You try to convince yourself that you hate Oikawa Toru, but you can never manage it. From the minute you meet him, you ignore the butterflies when he shakes your hand and try to frown at his easy smiles and flirtatious whining. But he always finds his way into your mind. You imagine his perfect face in your dreams, his effortless beauty and you resent him for it. Almost. Oikawa is impossible for you to hate. He finds ways to get closer to you, to worm his way under your skin and stay there until you gave in. He gives you flowers and recites bad poetry and asks you out in class. He tells you bad jokes and looks at you in the bleachers each time he scores a point. You both fall hard and fast, but your conversations are easy and so are your silences. It is impossible to hate him; after all, how can you hate him when he's so beautiful, so loving, so inviting? 

Treacherous - Suna 

"And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand"

You never thought Suna Rintarou would be the one you fell in love with, but no matter how hard you try, you're drawn to him. Suna looks perpetually bored yet he watches your every move, your laughs and subtle frowns and the way you looked before you cried, memorizing them. You never know where you stand with him- sometimes he draws you in and other times he feels unattainably far away. But you love every moment with him, his soft touches on your lower back, his dark grey eyes pulling you in from across a crowded room, the way he doesn't have to do anything for you to need him with you. He keeps a polaroid of you in his phone case as a memory, a keepsake, a reminder. Suna occupies too much space in your mind, but you take up a good deal of his as well. When you finally kiss him, it feels too right to deny- the danger of commitment, of someday growing apart, of maybe being not so good together pales before your connection. Maybe even in the face of uncertainty, the two of you will stand intertwined, tangled in one another’s subconscious, and irrevocably together. Maybe despite the fear and anxiety and unknowable future, this is all you need. Like he's the blood in your veins. Like you're the breath in his lungs. 

[angelsrecs]

YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY by hatsuna

Completed | T | 23k

Main tags: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Getting Together, Alternate Universe- Asian Americans, High School, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

“What unites both generations [OF ASIAN AMERICANS], Eng and Han suggest, is a kind of linguistic lack, a missing vocabulary—a paucity of stories that they might tell themselves about where they are going, and what it would mean to feel whole.”

Kiyoomi Sakusa has spent the last seventeen years believing he is boring. He has never met anyone inclined to challenge this belief.

c/w: self-harm, blood, implied child abuse

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The main reason I love this fic so much is because sakusa is so relatable in this fic. One of the central themes of this fic is the “Asian American experience” and cultural dissonance. I’m a second (and 1/2 I guess? My mom moved when she was a kid, my dad was born here) generation Chinese Canadian and it was like sakusa was written just to remind me of my experiences.

This bring me into my first favourite scene:

“But when we were talking just now, you said Kiyomi, which is wrong. You're missing a vowel. You're missing the other 'o.'"

"Am I?" Kiyoomi asks, the shame returning, the pebble in his belly expanding into a stone.

"Yeah, you sure are." Atsumu's eyes are far away, but his voice reaches a hand down Kiyoomi's throat and tugs.

It comes up green.

I don’t know any Chinese—mandarin or cantonese—like I should. When I was a child I was put into Chinese school; my Saturday’s were spent learning mandarin (because my parents thought it would be more useful for my future) instead of the Cantonese my parents knew. When I was in grade 1, full of resentment of having an extra day of school unlike my other friends, when my mandarin homework was too difficult for my parents to help me with, I begged my parents to let me stop. As a last ditch effort they put me into the Cantonese equivalent of my grade level and I just remember being so confused and hopeless that class. I never had to go again after that. Now I can’t even write my own name anymore and during family gatherings I say hello and look to my parents to translate for me when they inevitably as the usual How old are you now? How’s school going? When the subject comes up on why I don’t know Chinese I tend to blame my parents Why didn’t you speak it at home when I was younger? Why did you put me in mandarin classes? but in all honesty it’s my fault for giving up. I think about that a lot. Back to the point, I had some other Chinese friends ask what my Chinese name and when I said it there were some laughs about what it sounded like (wash hair). I’m pretty sure it’s because of my pronunciation (because canto and mandarin shouldn’t be that different); anyways, this scene really struck home.

I don’t know anything about OCD other than what was put in a chapter of my into to psychology class, but I think hatsuna does an incredible writing Sakusa’s OCD. I appreciated how they included definitions in the diagnosis scene, as well as how we see his experience full frontal during the fic.

Also I’m a sucker for words as a motif so when humanity/being alive is repeated throughout this fic it felt a punch to the stomach (this is a good thing) every time.

Kiyoomi remembers the rush of heat he felt in his cheeks at this declaration—the unshakable understanding that he was human. It simmered in his stomach for a long, long time. 

Because a name means you are real. A name means you are real. 

[movies] are a form of proof that yes, we were human, and yes, we were here.

Another thing I loved in this fic is the way hatsuna writes relationships, platonic or romantic.

I loved how the author also explored sakusas relationship with his mother (oh god here comes another tangent). My mom is a 1st Gen immigrant and while she didn’t move on her own (let alone move for me like in this fic), if I think about her childhood too much I get kinda weepy. She moved because of the Vietnam war and to keep it short, I know I’m extremely privileged to be in the position I am. She doesn’t talk much about that time (to me or to my dad either I’m pretty sure), but I heard one story from my aunt is how she fell off the boat when travelling from Vietnam. My mom has always been afraid of water.

One of the things I get on my fyp the most on tiktok is clips of people’s podcasts (sorry they’re kinda good and I’ve found some nice ones this way) and I remember 2 clips really vividly; they were from 2nd gen immigrants talking about their parents and the sacrifices they made and the guilt & gratitude that comes with it. I think that’s more of the angle this fic takes.

She’s out cold before Kiyoomi can tell her that he knows. That he knows monsters and martyrs are two sides of the same coin, that perhaps mothers are the closest thing humans will ever get to angels. 

Regarding the relationship between sakusa & atsumu, I wouldn’t say this is a slow burn, but we get these wonderful snippets of their development with this snapshot style of writing which takes me to my other favourite parts of this fic

The chuckle his partner lets out flutters like butterfly wings; it kisses him on the cheek. And just like that—all liquid gold and lavender—it dawns on Kiyoomi that Atsumu embodies happiness. Miya Atsumu is joy itself.

“What word were you assigned for the project again?” Kiyoomi starts exporting his video. “Happiness,”

"Love," Maria repeats, her eyes still glued to her true-tone screen. She's rereading her script one last time, checking for spelling errors before she submits it. "I thought your word was love."

Note: I cut out a few section of this last scene so it’s more succinct

Author does such a good job balancing the romance aspect and the more.. character study aspect (not quite sure how to word it). Like I said this isn’t quite a slow burn because I don’t feel the type of tension that’s associated with the tag, their development is more like a flow of water that builds up to the confession scene between the two.

For anyone else who has felt like a part of them has been missing due to being raised outside of their home country, YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY will lay you bare in the best way possible.

[kukukuna]

Where the Dandelions Grow

Tiefling!Rogue!Sakusa Kiyomi x Elf!Druid!Reader

Chapter 1

Fem pronouns and body

Warnings: slight blood, talk of religion

Genre: fluff with a hint of angst. Slow burn

wc: 1.8k

Masterlist

an: just a warning, i've only played d&d once. It was right before the pandemic and I haven’t been able to find another group to play with. So please be nice if I mess anything up :’) (unedited)

Waking up is just like any other day. The slowly crumbling roof of the inn greets my eyes as I blink awake.

Getting dressed is a hassle because of how many weapons and talismans I have strapped to my armor.

After getting dressed and ready for the day ahead I exit my room and meet up with the rest of my band for breakfast.

The table is quiet this morning as sleep still clings to our tired bodies. Except for Hinata. He’s always buzzed and ready for anything.

Once our bellies are full and our eyes less droopy our party stands to head outside.

A large gathering is happening today. Fighters from all over the region come to show their skills; if they’re lucky a band will offer them a spot to join.

The town is alive today. The townsfolk have been preparing for this event for a whole month. Planning for the fights and the celebration after.

The crisp morning air seeps into my skin and gives me the final push into waking up fully.

Music and laughter flood the large field where bands, townsfolk, and contenders alike gather to watch the fights. At the edge of the temporary arena a large board has been erected and a bracket has been drawn out in white chalk. Many people have signed up this year, but only one will win the whole thing.

Our leader, Bokuto, a half-orc, is recognized as being the head of the most powerful band in the country. Which means that my friends and I get special seats with a perfect view of the arena and first choice on the winners.

The rest of my group is a rowdy bunch.

First there’s Bokuto Kotarou. A barbarian half-orc from the northlands. He is ruthless as he is gentle. Outspoken and kind but serious when he needs to be makes him the perfect leader.

Miya Atsumu, the bard and shifter. Two things that don’t go very well together. With charisma galore and the ability to change into the most attractive people, seduction is an easy game for him.

Hinata Shoyo, a human paladin, is the inspiration for our entire team sometimes. When it seems as though all is lost in battle, he stands on shaky legs and shouts a rousing battle cry that would get even the most cowardly of creatures to stand tall.

Shimizu Kiyoko, I’d say, is the most levelheaded of our group. She keeps everyone healthy with the medicines she brews. As a half-elf and the ranger of our band she is our primary strategist.

Lastly is me. I am an elf from the east and was raised as a druid in one of the holy temples. But the more I grew and the more I learned what the other druids believed I became cautious. The higher power they believed in was not the same as mine. So, one day I ran. I gathered as many of my belongings as I could and left the only place I had ever known.

I traversed the countryside until my legs gave out and fell unconscious.

I was awoken by a low rumbling emanating from the trees surrounding me. Somehow the bright forest I remembered from before seemed much darker now.

I tried to stand and run but a large beast sprung out onto the trail ahead of me. Frothing teeth and beady eyes rooted fear in my veins and froze me in my place. Even when it lunged at me and came for the kill I couldn’t find the strength to move. I closed my eyes preparing for death, but it never came.

Instead there was a gust of wind, a grotesque pummeling sound, and a thump. After a moment I opened my eyes and was greeted by half of the beast's head smashed in. I turned to see who had saved my life and saw a large man standing to my right, a war hammer clutched in his hand.

“Are you alright? You almost just got eaten! Man you’re sure lucky I was here or else you’d look way worse than him.” At that he gestured to the fallen animal. “the name’s Bokuto, you?”

Peeling my eyes away from the bloody oozing mess below me I stuttered out “Y-y/n. u-uhem. Thank you for saving me. I must be going now.”

I side stepped the beast and briskly continued down the trail. Not a moment later Bokuto called out to me.

“Hey wait up! I’m headed that way too! We can travel together.”

Heavy footsteps soon matched up with mine. I gave him a glance but said nothing.

And travel together we did. Getting to know one another and collecting people and memories along the way.

Soon our traveling party turned into one of the most feared and respected bands.

Which brought us to today and the events that are about to begin.

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Trumpets sounded and flags waved as the announcer introduced the first pair to battle. Cheering and booing from the audience kept the air alive and buzzing with energy.

The first seven rounds weren’t anything spectacular, but it was on the eighth that the audience held their breath.

A name had been whispered through the crowd with prices for bets hanging onto its tail.

Sakusa Kiyoomi.

A silent contender who kept his face hidden at all times. He had only been heard of a few days prior to the event. Someone witnessed him sign up. They swore he was as cold as ice and had an aura that screamed strength.

He was who stepped into the arena next and held the audience captive.

“And now, please welcome Sakusa Kiyoomi and Daishou Suguru!”

Screams erupted, creating a bubble of barely contained anxiety and excitement.

The two contenders stepped up to each other and the beginning stare down began.

Everyone in the stands waited with bated breath as the two assessed each other.

The fights only allowed fists. No weapons. So, both were missing a lot of their usual armor. Kiyoomi stood tall, around six-foot three give or take. Wearing all black with a hood and mask covering most of his face he looked like an embodiment of death.

His hood had slits in the top, allowing his horns to poke through. A tail whipped menacingly behind him. Like a cat stalking it’s prey.

When I had first heard the rumors about him I had thought of an orc or Dragonborn. But him being a tiefling just increased my interest in who this man is.

Daishou, however, was slightly slouched with his hands on his hips. A mocking posture if I’ve ever seen one.

Most of the time in fights the person to attack first is the one to lose. But this fight was clearly going to be different.

Sakusa lunged left and Daishou followed, only for it to be a feint. He instead redirected his weight into a kick to Daishou’s left side, sending him straight to the ground.

The masked man stood and backed off a few steps to avoid any leg sweeps that might occur. At this point his shoulders relaxed and he lifted his head to stare Daishou down over his nose.

The whole display made Sakusa look like he had already won the fight.

Daishou stumbled to his feet with a snarl on his teeth. Probably thinking himself so high and mighty that no one would dare use a feint on him, then getting hit with one.

Fists were thrown and punches landed but Sakusa only received them with his forearms in the form of a block.

Then something strange happened.

Sakusa blocked another hit but it was followed with a squirt of blood. Everything turned into a blur and the next moment Daishou was on the ground with one arm being restrained behind his back.

A medic and the town sheriff came running. Daishou was escorted off the field.

The medic assessed Sakusa’s arm and ended up wrapping a clean white bandage around it.

Murmuring words were whispered over the crowd.

“I’ve just gotten word that Daishou used a trick ring with a hidden knife to slash Kiyoomi!” The announcer nervously shouted.

The crowd gasped and booed.

“Since there are no weapons allowed in these events, Daishou Suguru has been disqualified and banned from joining next year. That means Sakusa Kiyoomi wins!”

As the surrounding people cheered and the next fight was announced Kotarou leaned over to whisper, “I want him to join our band.”

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Sakusa didn’t end up being the overall winner of the tournament, but he was the talk of the night as people gathered in the inn.

Many theories said that he was toying with Daishou. With how fast the fight ended after he was injured, he could have ended the fight before it had even begun.

Kotarou called us all to his room at the end of the night to discuss our options.

“I think that Oikawa guy was really cool! His punches were like whoosh! And whizz!” Hinata voiced as he made a bad impression of the graceful fighter’s moves. “It’d be nice to have an elegant guy on the team. The only elegant people we have are both girls.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” piped up Kiyoko in her even, yet slightly annoyed, voice.

“N-nothing! Forget I even said anything! Shimizu, have I told you how perfect you are to have on our team today? You manage us so well.”

Kiyoko rolled her eyes and sent me an amused smile as Hinata went on with an apology that wasn’t necessary.

Atsumu sat in the corner not saying much. The glassy look in his eye tells me that he’s spaced out, probably thinking of all the attractive fighters today. Or his brother, he’s been a little down lately and Osamu is usually the reason why.

Atsumu left his village a while ago. Adventure called his name. It had called to Osamu as well but his dream of running a pub called stronger.

The brothers had fought and Atsumu had left in a rage.

Kotarou and I had found him shivering by a tree and mumbling his brother's name in his fitful sleep.

“Thanks for your input, Shoyo. But I’d like to know all of your thoughts on Sakusa Kiyoomi.” Kotarou spoke and thus started the meeting.

“He’s skilled and strong, we know that much.” Kiyoko said.

“He was the mysterious one, right? With the hood? I like him. Seems smart.” Says Atsumu.

“He seems scary, but I like that. Scary in a good way y’know? Like, like a ninja.” Adds Hinata.

“I think the rumors are true. That he was playing with Daishou. So, he’s a little cocky. He knows he’s good but won't act like it till necessary or he gets bored.” I say.

Kotarou nods along with all our comments then says, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since his fight ended and I would really like for him to join our band. I think he’d be a good addition. Any objections?”

The question is met with silence.

“Good. At tomorrow’s selection I will choose him. If Sakusa declines, I will not select another. No one else felt good enough for our band.”

Everyone voices their agreement, says their goodnights, and retreats back to their own rooms to rest.

Chapter 2