Sakusa Drabble - Tumblr Posts

a/n: first piece for Sakusa! i had this lil scenario in my head for a while but wasn't sure who to write, decided it's s good start to one of my favorite boys. hope you like it! Likes, comments and reblogs are so so appreciated <3

honorable mentions: crackfic? fluff, mentions of a fight, 1k, cursing

synopsis: sakusa had a bad day, so you give him a massage.

Sakusa sighs.

It's a sound of contentment; at how your fingers move on his skin, applying just the right amount of pressure on his overly tense muscles, drawing circles with your thumbs.

He doesn't say much, but you know he's enjoying this. Sakusa isn't a man of many words; and even though that's never a problem for you, it's also the reason you fought that morning.

It wasn't anything worth fighting, it was just him being petty. There were times Sakusa could say something that would break your heart, but he would always choose silence when it came to apologizing.

Still, as soon as he stepped into your shared apartment, you knew something was wrong. Not because of anything particular showing on your boyfriends' handsome face- no, Sakusa didn't show his emotions; he was bad at showing the negative ones just as much as any other emotion.

He often looks irritated, at most, today he looks tired. Gaze lidded and lips pressed together slightly, anyone could tell he wasn't over the moon, but not many people could tell how bad -terrible- of a day he was having.

His gaze darts around the room until they find you; you're lying facedown on the couch, face smushed on the edge of a pillow as you bite on your bottom lip.

You don't feel it when your mountain of a boyfriend makes his way to you, the curly-headed boy with heavy steps, don't feel his somber gaze, only softening staring at your face.

You're frowning, phone screen illuminates your knitted brows at whatever you're watching, earphones on your heas giving out just a muffled voice. Sakusa is unaware of the smile settling on his lips as he reaches you.

Muscle memory does him dirty, Sakusa finds himself an inch away from planting a kiss atop your head, but the heavy feeling in his chest reminds him of the fight you had that morning.

"Omi?" You raise your eyes from your phone, as you feel his presence, eyes meeting the tired-looking ones, looking at you afflicted and defeated. You wait, but Sakusa doesn't utter a word, his gaze falling on his hands, adam's apple bobbing with his gulp.

You sigh, bringing yourself upright to face him. You can guess he must've had a hard day, you know he wants to apologize and pull you in his arms to wash the heavy day off, but you also know he's too stubborn and maybe a little scared to do any of that.

So instead, you bring your dainty hand forward to touch his, fingers reaching at his hesitantly. "Hey, Omi."

His hand grasps yours immediately, holding it between his rough ones and squeezing it as if reminding himself- you're still here. "Bad day?" You ask, but you don't need to hear an answer, you can already tell.

He doesn't answer, either, turning his head away from you and refuses to meet your eyes, but it only makes you smile. Sometimes he reminds you a little too much of a little boy.

"'m tired." Sakusa's voice rumbles as he finally gives in. "It's all too much."

You can tell. Sakusa's been in a foul mood for a while now, he's often stressed and frustrated- but he was careful not to show you anything, so you always had to piece together bits and pieces and guess what he was feeling.

"I know," your soft voice assures him, your fingers tracing shapes on his arm and giving him the kind of comfort he craves. "I know, love."

You bite your lip worriedly, eyes wandering over your boyfriend, rolling his neck with a groan; your eyes follow his movements as Sakusa brings his hand to his shoulder, flexing the muscles there uncomfortably.

And just then, an idea befalls you.

"Omi? Omi turn your back." You usher, your fingers grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of his curly head as he gives you confused stares, but hesitantly assists you, nonetheless.

"Love, what are you- oh." Sakusa blinks as he feels your fingers graze his skin, you lay your hands on his sculpted muscles, thumbs kneading into his strained back. "Ah."

You can't help a smile creep on your lips as you watch your boyfriends' eyes flutter close, mouth falling slightly agape to the feeling on his back. His back is hard as a rock, you realize, eyes widening when you feel how strained he is.

"Omi?" You call out to the boy who has his eyes closed, burrows furrowed, focusing on the slight burn of his shoulders. "Oh, god." You frown behind him, "you're so tense."

It takes Sakusa a few seconds to answer since he's too busy relishing in your touch. He doesn't say much, but the sigh that leaves his lips is enough to tell you how he feels. "Ah- love just a little low- mmh!"

The circular motions you're doing with your fingers have Sakusa putty beneath your touch, and you can't help but chuckle at him. When your fingers knead into a particularly hard spot, he jumps in his place with a curse muttered under his breath.

"What the hell?" You mumble, trying to relax the area but failing. "Omi, you're too tense! How can you even live like this?"

A chuckle rumbles behind his throat, and he looks up to meet your eyes. "You know, that has a name." He jokes, groaning right after as you push a little too hard on his back.

"Oh, really? And what's it's name?"

"Atsumu."

His answer has you breaking out in laughter, and him never losing his composure only adds to it. Finally, a smile ghosts his lips as you shake your head from side to side. "I'm not joking," he says smiling, "and the one next to it, a little low- mmh, that one-" Sakusa winces, "that's Komori."

"Is it now?" You laugh, pressing your fingers in Komori and make Sakusa take a deep sigh.

You work your touch on his back in silence, the thoughts of that morning still fresh in your minds, but it's only left as a bittersweet taste.

Wanting to dispute the grim thoughts you have and go back to the laughing banter you had with your lover, you speak up, once again. "I wonder where I am."

Sakusa's eyes snap open as he hears your voice, but there's no hesitation in his movements as his much bigger hand closes on yours, pulling it forward and placing it right on his beating heart.

His hand enclosed around yours as he presses yours on his chest, the movement feels way too intimate. He doesn't look at you, his obsidian eyes trained on his feet, but the slight blush of his ears gives away what he's feeling.

It's a silent apology, you realize. As you feel his fastening heart, feeling how nervous, how guilty he is.

You lean forward, just enough that your lips touch the smooth skin of his cheek. I love you, too, you think.

Dimples and Laughter

Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.

Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!

Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life, 

Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina

Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF

A/N: I’m so obsessed with him

Word Count: 1.5k words

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You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body. 

You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.

Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty. 

You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.

His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.

Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.

Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were? 

He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face. 

The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.

You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace. 

“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you. 

He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.

Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.

You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.

“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.

She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.

“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him. 

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”

You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat. 

“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back. 

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.

You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.

“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.

You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.

You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself. 

You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends. 

You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.

Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.

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↬ a/n: this is my first time doing something like this so I'm really sorry if this is bad ashdhjasdk. hope you enjoy though! <3

@eunoique

𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗬𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜

you were studying in sakusa's bedroom for the midterm exams coming up in a week.

he was currently explaining the calculus problem that laid in front of you. your eyes were scanning the paper in confusion.

"got it?" he turned his head towards you, expecting some sort of verbal response.

you simply nodded.

"good. now try doing the next one yourself."

he stood up and took a few steps towards his original seat, sat down and continued to do his own calculus questions.

you weren't going to do the question at all. considering you didn't understand a single thing. so why not figure out your problems by being artistic?

you glanced up at his figure across the table. his wavy black locks covering his face, his mechanical pencil scribbling away in his dominant hand, and the tendons and veins laced in his arm that slightly rose when he gripped the utensil firmer.

he was hot.

so you pushed the button at the top of your mechanical pencil and began to draw a basic sketch of his slumped and concentrated build.

once your drawing was almost completed, you added some further details to finish it off.

you raised the paper in front of you, let out a quiet sigh and made a soft smile. you were staring so intently at your sketch that you didn't realise he was gazing at you, his dark eyes piercing through the paper.

"you're done?"

you lowered the paper back on the table and grinned.

"yeah. you wanna see my amazing mathematician skills?"

he raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but complied.

sakusa grabbed the paper from you, hands slightly brushing against each other.

he wasn't so cautious of germs when he was around you. you were friends since childhood and you were one of the few people he trusted most. due to this reason, his softer personality would shine through.

once he saw what you spent the last few minutes on, roses immediately bled under his skin.

"w-what?" he said under his breath, eyes widening and lips slightly parted in shock.

you let out a small laugh.

"what? did I get it right?"

realising he kept staring at your art piece. he cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure to his usual stoic state.

"it looks good."

you smirked.

"that's it?"

"yes, that's all you deserve. since you didn't even study or complete the question at all." he scoffed.

you shrugged, "well- I guess I'll get to it then."

you carefully snatched the piece of paper back and picked up your eraser, ready to remove the drawing.

"-but don't remove it... keep it there."

and so you didn't.

once the midterms were over, your grade came back with an almost perfect score.

I guess those few minutes of artistic ability were worth it after all.

𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨

you were ready to head to your extracurricular activity.

being the manager for Aoba Johsai's volleyball team was no easy feat.

having to deal with oikawa's excessive amount of fangirls, makki and mattsun's constant sharing of memes and iwaizumi's struggle to keep things in order.

it was tiring.

but your creative mind kept your stress at bay, as creating art was your escape from your reality.

here you are sitting at the bench with the coaches. writing down the player's regimens and match notes.

looking at the time, you noticed that it was time for their usual half-way break. you nudged coach irihata's soldier, giving him a slight nod towards the players.

he knew what you meant and called for a break.

"everyone! have a break for the next ten minutes!"

the latter let out huge sighs, stretched their tense muscles and exhaustedly strolled towards the benches.

you grabbed the bottles and towels from its cases and placed them together. giving them a water bottle and towel each, with most of them nodding as a thank you.

oikawa came to you last with his usual flirtatious grin that his fangirls die for.

"oikawa-san!" "oikawa-senpai!" "wah~ he's so cool!"

he waved at them and threw a piece sign. making them squeal louder than ever before.

you rolled your eyes and gave him his towel and water bottle. he muttered a "thank you manager-chan~"

you ignored the little name and resumed writing your notes, making sure they were in tip-top shape.

once they seemed adequate to your eyes, you decided to draw with the remaining time left of the ten-minute break.

though you needed some inspiration, so you lifted your head and analysed the gym.

your eyes immediately caught oikawa's frame. his head was tilted back, hooded lids fluttering closed, droplets of sweat running down his forehead all the way to the veins on his pale neck, his long calloused fingers wrapped around the plastic cylinder, the soft hazel strands of hair soaked in his own perspiration and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp.

you gulped yourself.

no wonder he had so many fans.

you wanted to capture this moment, so you quickly started drawing on the bottom right corner of his page of notes. you made sure that each detail could be seen and each stroke of lead was perfect.

you were so close to finishing until he approached you on the bench and sat himself down right next to you.

"yahoo~ may I see the notes you made on me please?"

you shivered from the close proximity and quickly held your notebook close to your chest.

"uhm- just a second."

at the speed of light you added the finishing touches to your drawing, checking that he couldn't see your page from his line of vision.

you took a double-take and asked.

"you sure you want to see your notes? it's not really done-"

"yup. I'd like to see them please, I don't mind if they're not done."

you accepted your doom, he was going to see your drawing whether you liked it or not- but at least it looked decent.

the notebook you were holding was passed to him and he started to read each word from the top to the bottom.

once he reached the dreaded corner, the corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk. he gave you a side-glance.

you swiftly shifted your vision away from him. embarrassment taking over your features.

"soo... you drew me?"

"look. I was just bored and wanted to do something with the remaining time we had left of this break- and besides, you were the only person that caught my eye in terms of inspiration."

he leaned back on the wall with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

"I look pretty hot in that drawing, not gonna lie."

you face him for a second, then looked away.

"that's because you are hot..." you accidentally thought out loud.

he instantly opened one of his eyes to look at you.

after a few seconds, you processed what had just happened and buried your face in your hands.

"didn't know our manager thinks of me that way~" he teased you.

"oh shut up shittykawa." you imitated his best friend, Iwaizumi.

he removed his hands from behind his head and sat up straight.

"now Iwa-chan has got you calling me that? you guys are so mean..." he pouted adorably.

𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨

"hey hey hey!"

you were on your way to the art club for a sudden lunch meeting when bokuto ran up to you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. akaashi following close behind.

"oomph- oh hi bokuto and akaashi!"

"me and akaashi were wondering if you wanted to sit with us for lunch? you're pretty much our best friend now so?..." bokuto beamed.

your smile immediately fell into a frown.

"sorry you guys, I have to attend a meeting for my arts club. maybe tomorrow?"

bokuto's hair deflated and his expression turned gloomy.

"aww... but I wanted to hang out with you today!"

akaashi leaned towards you and whispered in your ear, "maybe skip the meeting. bokuto will be in a gloomy mood for the rest of the day, we don't want that to happen right?"

you complied and sighed.

"alright. I'll skip just this once. let's go and eat!"

you three arrived to the fukurodani's boys volleyball team's lunch spot. which was under one of biggest cherry blossom trees on campus.

the team greeted you and everyone began to eat after they thanked for the food.

and so you ate your bento consisting of rice, pork curry, pickled vegetables and seaweed.

once you were done. you picked up your sketchbook and began to draw, to make up the time you skipped being with the team than being at the art club meeting.

you were close to drawing a cherry blossom tree that was nearby, until you wanted to draw a person. since scenery and nature was your specialty, and drawing people wasn't your forte.

you soon decided to draw bokuto, as his personality was already hitting you with inspiration for your sketch.

seizing the pencil, you started to draw your idea down.

the lead created marks of his spiky bi-coloured hair, his blinding grin, his big and rough hands, his slightly tousled school uniform and the pink petal that laid on the tip of his finger.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto was behind you. watching your every move.

you smiled with satisfaction at your final product.

bokuto yelled from behind and pointed at your sketchbook, "WHOA! LOOK GUYS! AKAASHI LOOK! THEY DREW ME!"

you jolted from the volume and closed your book.

"bokuto-san! don't scare them like that!" akaashi told bokuto from his spot.

bokuto apologised, but then asked.

"may I see again? please?"

he's already seen your drawing, so there's nothing left to hide now.

you gave him your book and his reaction made him seem like he ascended into heaven.

he was literally glowing.

"you're so talented! no wonder the art club loves you!"

you looked down to your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

maybe you should draw him more?

if he allows you of course.