g o o d fun, have l u c k

itachiyama academy 

sakusa kiyoomi 

↛ love languages 

↛ pivotal moments

↛  paining muse

↛  sexting hcs

↛  baby’s first steps 

↛  domestic trials 

↛  stress management (mature content)

↛  dom! sakusa  (mature content)

↛  first of many ( mature content)

↛  marks

↛ routine sunrise 

↛  jealous hcs

↛  insecurity 

↛  “morning kiss”

↛ sub! sakusa (mature content)

↛ teaching s/o to play hcs

↛  “giggly kiss”

↛  “back kisses”

↛ panic attacks

↛ tiny affections

↛ college hcs

↛ roommate hcs

↛ friends to lovers hcs

↛ relationship hcs

↛  smol

karasuno high

kageyama tobio 

↛ “please just kiss me”

Seijoh

oikawa toru

first kiss

nekoma high

inarizaki high

atsumu miya

↛ evasive maneuvers 

suna rintaro

↛ sort of tender curiosity 

fukurodani academy 

akaashi keji

↛ “exhausted kiss”

prompts (multiple characters )

aftercare ↛  ushiwaka, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi

sleeping ↛ sakusa, kuroo, kenma, akaashi

arguments↛  sakusa, oikawa, kuroo, atsumu 

fathers ↛ kuroo, bokuto, daichi, ushiwaka

extras

↛  maybe someday please | aomine daiski

↛  human s/o hcs | crowley eusford

party favors | crowley eusford

your lives just tended to orbit around each other, threads of fate intertwined at the roots of your existence. tonight was just like any other gesture of acquaintance where you’d invited him over with the promise of movies and sticky desserts. 

suna settled onto the couch beside you, no consideration towards the waning distance as his weight brought you sliding the last few inches into his side. there was no grunt of complaint, in fact quite the opposite as his arm settles comfortably over the top of the couch with his fingertips brushing against your shoulders. 

there is no ethereal ambiance- just the dimmed lighting of the television as it adds a staticy glare to the color of your eyes. yet he still found warmth in them. the same hint of sunshine that settles like a comforting pressure against his chest. 

in moments like these, he finds himself drifting to the past to the moment that he’d first met you. it had been a stupid party not unlike any other hosted by the miya twins. he’d spent most of the night dodging inebriated idiots and assholes. you, on the cusp of tispy, cheeks flush with a hint of whiskey between your lips. you were so utterly normal than too, nothing too entrancing in your loose shirt and comfortable jeans. yet there was some about your easy smile, mouth inviting him into a conversation and before he realized it, he wanted to kiss you. 

a similar feeling fluttered in his chest tonight. a sensation of only craving the feel and taste of your lips. the thumb at your nape made small circles- the way you relaxed instead of tensing encouraging a firmer pressure of insistence. 

suna wonders how your lips would move against his. if you would end up smiling against his efforts or take initiative and part them wider. maybe you would slide your leg over his lap and settle against his thighs. 

he’s always been a thinker. silent over vocalizing his thoughts but something about his deliberation catches your attention as your brows crease in consideration. unlike him, you wonder aloud, questioning his contemplation.

“you don’t know how hard i’m trying not to kiss you right now.” he says, a whispered reflection of his mind’s rambles.

but maybe you do as he noted the way the corner of your mouth quirks. he wants to know what your smile looks like in the morning. how it feels melting against his conscience after a long day. more importantly he wants to be the reason that you do- every single day. 

there is a pressure pushing back against his hand as you turn your body to face him more. your eyes alight with more than just the backdrop of the forgotten movie. 

“why wont you?”

fear, possibly. the inevitable consideration that he could be fucking up something good. 

suna hates to think about a world without you finding humor in his dry jokes. how easily he could lose it all if he gave into the craving. but there was also the promise of eventually sharing his home with you and later his life. and thinking along that road makes his decision a bit easier. 

his pulse hammers against the column of his throat, prominent in the strain as he leans down to softly claim your lips as his. his hands rose from the back of your neck to tease your hair, guiding you closer until your front pressed against his. 

nothing was absolute or certain in life.