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mooncleaver · 1 year

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My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.

pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader

warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol

El Niño Sin Amor.

That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.

He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.

She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.

She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.

She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.

One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.

"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.

It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.

"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."

(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)

For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.

The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.

"Is she-"

"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.

He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."

"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.

"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.

"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."

"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."

One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'

"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."

The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.

Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.

Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.

Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.

"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.

(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)

"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.

"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."

(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)

He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"

Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.

"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.

(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)

"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.

(I love you)

Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.

He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.

Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.

When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.

It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.

"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.

"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.

"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."

Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.

After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.

It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.

If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.

"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.

(My sweet, come and look!)

Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.

Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.

You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.

Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.

If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.

"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.

"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."

Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."

"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."

"Together, we will watch the world burn."

lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥

this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.

also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!

dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling

tags: @bloatedandlonly

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acekindaneat · 7 months

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happy halloween

😈💚temporary rebrand teehee

#i know i said I won't be drawing much i lied i couldn't resist drawin myself a little halloween pfp (basically just drew over the original)#i'll try to draw smth for reigen's birthday bc in stubborn #but also i didnt feel any pain from drawing with my finger n phone #so as long as i'm not holding any pen im fine 👍👍#I CANT BE STOP FROM CREATING OK ITS A PART OF ME #anyways #serizawa katsuya #mob psycho 100 #mp100

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nighternex · 1 year

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@naffeclipse, Cryptid sightings is freakin great man. Had to draw this immediately after reading the latest chapter. Flipping quaking my dude. I flippin love cryptids. I love the story. I am just so... aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA. Anyways take this while I go disappear into the woods for a bit.

#nyxnight paints #mspaint #fnaf au #fnaf y/n #fnaf daycare attendant #cryptid au #cryptid sightings #fanfic #woke up 3 am because I couldn't stop thinking about drawing fanart #*cries* I love them so much #also *panicked beatboxing*

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bqnnabreado · 8 months

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Got caught getting those late night munchies

#lazy doodles #couldn't sleep so time to continue thinking abt them #who needs sleep #when you have lyney n lynette #tho i feel bad for leaving freminet out #all i was thinking abt was all that dessert lynette ate in lyneys story quest #n her not being able to stop herself from yummy food #cuz honestly so true #can relate #genshin fanart #genshin impact #drawing #lynette #lyney

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shiraishi-mai · 1 year

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[And After?]

(kind of a part II but could be read as a stand alone)

You broke up with Atsumu your final year of high school.

Was it because you both would be in separate areas of Japan and you didn’t want to go long-distance? Partially.

But when you uttered those words, you both knew that wasn’t the real reason.

You stood in front of him, eyes downcast and refusing to meet his.

“I’m leaving for Yokohama. I got accepted to university there.”

His eyes widened and you smiled wryly.

“No congratulations?”

“Congratulations.” Atsumu couldn’t help but say flatly.

“I’m guessing you’re going to continue volleyball.” You felt a tinge of regret. You hadn’t bothered to ask him about scouts or recruitment.

He nodded. “I’ve already gotten offer...None close to Yokohama though.”

You gave him a small smile and shrugged in what you hoped looked like a nonchalant way. “I want to focus on my studies and I don’t think I’ll be able to do that if I’m trying to make a long-distance relationship work.”

His hand clenched and his eyes took on a stubborn look that usually signalled the beginning of an argument. “I’ll make it work. I can come visit and I’ll make time when I’m not practising to call and -”

“Atsumu.” He ached at the resignation in your voice.

“‘Tsumu, I need to get away from here. Just start again y’know.”

His eyes flitted toward the boot on your ankle and you unconsciously shifted in discomfort, at the real reason why you were making the decision. He cursed - at it and the entire situation and you couldn’t help but blink back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t his fault - it was entirely yours.

There was a thud and a ‘oh my god’ rang out from the women’s volleyball captain.

Atsumu was beside you in an instant. He had watched, wide-eyed in horror, as your leg had crumpled, taking you down with it.

“Give her space,” the captain’s voice rang out as you clutched at your ankle, face twisted in pain. “What even happened?”

“I tripped -,” you spit out through clenched teeth. Atsumu saw how your foot had been wrenched in a position it should never be in and felt a rising panic he tried to stifle. Years of experience on the court told him that this was not a minor injury.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he scooped you up, speeding away to the nurse’s office and away from the pitying looks of your teammates.

You groaned in pain and looked at him with panicked eyes. “Atsumu, this-”

“You’ll be fine. It’s okay, it’s going to be fine.” He chanted as if it would make it true.

Your skin had already turned purple and the area surrounding your ankle had swollen up bigger than an egg. You whimpered, both at the pain shooting up your leg and fear of the consequences of what just happened to you.

A trip to the hospital later and you found yourself hobbling back to school in a few days, ankle held tightly in a brace and leaning against crutches. You knew your ankles were weak from a few sprains over the years and they finally gave up and the muscle had torn.

Atsumu had held you while you sobbed as the doctor told you that you couldn’t play for the rest of your final year and most likely needed rehab for longer than that. He was there, waiting outside the classroom to carry your bag between classes and helped you around school. He was there when he found you, squatting with your back against the outside of the gym doors, crying about how unfair it was and he was there to shush you when you beat yourself up for being so clumsy.

It took a while, but eventually you came around and accepted the situation - well you made your peace with it as best you could. You focused on steadily on doing rehab exercises, gritting your teeth and sweating through the pain. You began to joke around again, bickered with Atsumu as you held hands in the school corridors when you graduated to just wearing a boot, and went back to chatting animatedly with your friends.

Atsumu had tried to be positive and not treat you any differently to maintain some sort of normalcy. But when he realised you no longer came to watch the teams practice, he found it hard to swallow the lump in his throat and felt his chest tighten. He stopped looking towards the stands at games, knowing you weren’t there, and forced a fake smile that reflected yours when you politely congratulated him on his wins. He’d never felt such helplessness whenever he caught you staring absent-mindedly out of the window during class, your eyes dull and shoulders slumped.

“The change will be good for me and I don’t - I don’t really want anything to do with volleyball anymore," you said, confessing what he’d known all year.

“It might seem dramatic because I know I can do PT and get better again but I’ll never be back to how I used to play.” You shrugged again casually and he hated it.

“And honestly? I was tired of it anyway. I can’t remember a time I haven’t had bruises or walked without stressing about getting hurt. I like waking up at a normal time and not at the ungodly hours of the morning and not having to force myself to exercise or eat a certain diet. I want to go somewhere completely new and live life free without remembering how difficult all that was.”

Atsumu felt hollow. “But you loved volleyball so much you never minded that before?” He wanted to yell. But he knew it was hopeless - you were determined to throw volleyball away and he was always going to be a part of that.

And so, you were throwing him away too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be cheering you on, even if I’m not there,” you gave him another smile that he wanted to scream at.

He couldn’t bear to see how hard you were forcing yourself to be normal and he pulled you into his arms and squeezed tightly, as if you’d disappear right then and there.

“We can keep in touch okay?”

He nodded into your shoulder, not trusting himself to say anything that could drive you any further away than you were already were. He knew you well after dating you these past couple of years. He knew how stubborn you could be about certain things and while he was equally as stubborn, he didn’t want to end things with the two of you screaming and arguing. He needed to accept that you needed to heal and that you didn’t want his help in doing so.

Your hand stroked the back of his hair affectionately, untangling the knots and failing to soothe him.

“I’ll see you around, Atsumu.”

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A few years passed. You survived university and you managed to get a job back in Osaka at an arts museum and were grateful that your hard work had paid off. You got a new apartment, dated here and there, and went out with friends. All in all, you were content with your life.

And some nights after work, you’d make a cup of tea,

snuggle into some blankets on your couch,

grab the remote,

and watch the MSBY game.

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You loved being at the museum. Everything was neat, orderly, and most importantly, quiet. The silence, save for soft murmurs, was comforting. You didn’t have to speak much and spent most of your day hanging out with paintings. It was a stark change from the sounds of balls smashing against wooden floors, sneakers squeaking, and the constant cheers of teammates. Playing such a team-oriented sport had forced you to be around people all the time and you savoured being able to introspect and have alone time now.

You were in a particularly good mood that day. The cute barista had drawn a flower on your cup, you managed to get on the bus on time, and a new exhibit with one of your favourite artists had just begun.

You weaved in and out of different rooms, occasionally writing down information on your ipad regarding the works to present at a meeting later. The muffled atmosphere was music to your ears until you heard a loud laugh accompanied by not-so-silent whispers.

Ugh who is being so disruptful? Do they not know basic etiquette for places like this?

The voices grew louder as you walked in that direction and you shook your head. Probably some youths who didn’t know respect.

You strode into the room ready to scold some rambunctious teen boy when you locked eyes with a very familiar blonde-haired guy.

He had put his hand by his face in an attempt to whisper to a girl beside him and had frozen with his mouth open when he saw you. You kept a straight face as you walked forward, catching yourself nearly snorting at the “caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar” expression he had.

“Excuse me sir,” you said sternly, “I’m not sure if you read the sign outside, but you are supposed to keep your voice down here.” He straightened stiffly at your tone and the girl he was whispering to looked at you with alarmed eyes.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am.” She stuttered out.

Atsumu tried to stifle a laugh, saving himself by coughing as your eye twitched. Ma’am? I’m not a grandma.

You whipped your attention to him. “And I’ll have you know that we don’t have any exceptions - even for superstar volleyball players.” Your voice was cold but your eyes held a familiar shine, and he relaxed. He made a note that you still sucked at having a poker face and he could tell you weren’t actually mad.

“What about the handsome ones?” He said grinning but faltered when you didn’t crack. Perhaps he didn’t know you as well as he used to.

You finally sighed and Atsumu mentally danced in victory as you finally gave up your act. “Especially the handsome ones. We hold those to an even higher standard.”

“What are you doing here?” he demanded and you shushed him, dragging him out of the room.

“What are you doing here?” he said whispering this time.

“I work here. What are you doing here?” you shot back, “Since when do you go to places like this?”

“Actually he’s been into art for a few years now,” you turned to see Osamu walking towards you grinning. “Hi y/n.”

“'Samuuu,” you greeted and gave him a hug while Atsumu twitched at the exchange.

“Yeah well I -,” the setter said, scratching the back of his kneck and looking uncomfortable, “It’s an important part of society and culture and stuff.” It's not like he used Osamu to mildly stalk you over the years or anything weird like that.

You looked at him incredulously. "And you chose to come here?”

“No, my fiance wanted to go,” Osamu cut in. “Apparently it has one of the best collections.”

The blonde girl who Atsumu had been whispering to peeked from behind his figure waving. “Hi!”

You blinked, surprised. You had assumed the beautiful girl was Atsumu’s girlfriend. Not that you cared of course.

The three of you exchanged pleasantries, Osamu mainly driving the conversation. His restaurant was doing well apparently and he and the girl were due to be married in a month or so.

“Congratulations!” you squealed, beaming at the both of them.

“Yer welcome to come,” Osamu said winking and you giggled. Osamu was always easy to talk to and you were glad that hadn’t changed.

“I’ll have to see if I’m free,” you replied with a smile and internally pushed the thought of seeing Atsumu looking radiant in a suit and standing at the end of an aisle out of your mind.

Speaking of the man, he had been uncharacteristically quiet during the conversation - a fact that did not escape his twin.

“Well,” Osamu said, “Kaori wanted to check out the special exhibit so we’ll head there first.”

The now dark-haired brother dragged his fiance off and with that the two of you were left alone.

“I should head back-”

“How are you-”

Both of you stopped and he scratched the back of his kneck again. “Right yeah you have to work.”

You nodded. “I should go.”

He bit his lip and looked at the floor. You couldn’t help a small smile looking at such a large man looking so timid.

“Atsumu.” He glanced up, your eyes locked for the first time. It registered how he was a man now, the softer curves of his face had become more angular and he was even taller than before with a broader build as well.

“It was really nice to see you again.” A glimmer sparked in his eyes your statement.

“And we have some cool new exhibits coming up you know since you’re so interested in art and all now…” You trailed off as he shot you a breathtaking grin and you desperately tried to ignore the fact that you were still weak for it even after all these years.

“Yeah I saw some of the posters. I’ll drop by if I see something I like.” He winked and you almost rolled your eyes as you turned to swiftly walk away, heart pounding in your chest faster than it had in years.

Why did I have to blurt that out??? You groaned internally before speeding off to your meeting. You remembered the warm brown of his eyes. Yep. Definitely still weak. Damn it.

After that, Atsumu started showing up to the museum. Every Saturday in fact.

You did a double-take the first time you saw the setter standing in front of a painting with headphones on. You walked over to stand beside him and peeked at him, catching his attention.

“What are you doing here?” you found yourself parroting when he lowered his headphones.

“It’s a museum,” he said confused, “I’m looking at the artwork. You said to come by?”

“I-” you tilted your head to the side, a bit flustered at his re-appearance. Ah that was a stupid question why y/n why??

You bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d actually come. Wasn’t he busy??

“Okay, please enjoy our collections.” You said in a formal voice before walking away, cringing at your awkwardness.

But after a while, you began looking forward to Saturdays and would make an excuse to wander the halls to see where he was. He’d shoot you a toothy smile when he saw you before turning back to the works with a pensive face. Hasn’t he memorised the works by now? You shook your head as you headed back to your office. He did have poor memory from what you remembered.

As you sat down at your desk, you thought back to what happened years ago, remembering how overwhelming everything felt. It took all this time for you to become yourself again and it had taken nearly repressing most of high school to succeed in forgetting all the trauma.

But after seeing Atsumu, you remembered all the good that came with those times too. How you’d hit Atsumu with the volleyball the first time you met, the fighting and bickering that came after, and how surprising it was that the two of you ended up dating. How he used to walk you home after both your practices ended and helped you with your serves. How after your injury, he spent his time not practising nodding off beside you in the library to keep you company and his goofy smile when he saw you supporting him at games . He’d even show up at the part time job you took your final year in a desperate attempt to find something to occupy you during all the free time you suddenly had by pretending he was a customer. You fought back a smile.

Kind of like he was doing now.

You swung your feet as you sat on the edge of the fountain, the both of you sipping on iced coffees. He’d taken to accompanying you on your break and you’d often go to a nearby cafe together.

“Are you even allowed to be out in public like this? I mean Sakusa-san’s always in a cap and glasses whenever I see him in the news photos.”

“Omi hates being social to begin with so he’s extra paranoid when he goes out.” Atsumu shrugged before grinning cockily. That cockiness made you bristle in annoyance - a reflex of yours that hadn’t changed. “What, scared you’ll get caught in a scandal with me?”

“I just don’t want your fangirls coming after me,” you said flatly.

He scoffed in response. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of them?”

“I don’t want to be harassed about it. I’ll end up getting pushed around,” you frowned.

“As if,” he snorted, “You aren’t the type to be bullied so easily.” He felt the ghost of a volleyball slamming into his back and chuckled.

Your frown deepened in disagreement and Atsumu glanced at you before continuing. He never liked to see you doubt yourself. You used to be so confident, standing on the court steadfastly with your eyes alight with mischief. Even when you told him you got into university, there had been a prideful look on your face that he had been relieved to see.

“Though it might be a good idea to have a few photos snapped of us. Our PR team says I need to shake off this playboy image.”

“Image?”

An indignant noise erupted from the man beside you. “Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a fuckboy. When do I have the time to sleep around? I’m either at practice, matches, or here with you!” He pouted and crossed his arms.

“I’m honoured that the great Atsumu Miya chooses to grace me with his presence during my busy work day,” you said dryly.

“Exactly, you’d be lucky to be caught with me,” he said, winking.

“Still a celebrity I see,” you said shaking your head and opted to look away to focus on the bustle of people around the plaza.

“I’m not bothering ya, right?” You looked at him, confused, as he kept his gaze on the passersby as well. “Ya know, from yer busy work day.”

“Since when do you care about things like that?” Miya Atsumu was not the type to ask permission to intrude on someone’s life.

“I didn’t know if it would be okay,” he said softly and in a tone much more serious than you expected. “To see you again. I know we tried to leave on good terms but…”

You knew what he was talking about. It was good terms - well the best you could do at the time but there was a sense of uneasiness. As if you lost something and you had been so eager to get away that you didn’t realise just what you lost. Seeing him again brought memories back, memories of a time that meant a great deal to you.

“Why do you come back then?”

“I can’t seem to stay away,” he said, chuckling weakly.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten over me yet or something,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. When Atsumu didn’t respond you felt your breath hitch as your throat felt suddenly tighten. You snuck a peek at him and when your gazes locked, both of you cleared your throats looking away quickly.

“Osamu’s wedding is next week,” he suddenly said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh right. He must be excited,” you smiled. It was nice that your friend had gotten such a happy ending.

“Want to be my plus one?”

“I believe I was invited.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He mirrored your raised eyebrow and said, “What, so you’re bringing a plus one?” You laughed at his audacity in automatically thinking you didn’t.

“Maybe I am? You never asked me if I had a boyfriend ‘Tsumu.”

He frowned. “Well do ya? It’s hard to do better than me, you know.”

“Wow, you’re still a dick.”

“And you still dated me. So do you?”

You wanted to press your palms to your eyes in exasperation. How was he still the same?

“No I do not have a boyfriend, Atsumu.”

“What a coincidence,” he said, shooting you the toothy smile. “I don’t have one either so we can go together.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

This time it was Atsumu that felt a surge of exasperation. “A date smartass. So it’s perfect if we go together.”

He cut off your noise of protest at his sudden declaration by waving his hand, “I think your break is almost over. I’ll text you more about it later okay?” he said and walked off, turning around once to frantically wave goodbye at you.

You gave a half-hearted wave before making a shoo-ing motion at him. As you watched him finally turn and leave, you felt your smile slowly fading. You wanted to keep Atsumu at a distance and you had a strong instinct to flee - to go back to ignoring that part of your life. But how could you? You stupidly still found him charming after all these years. Miya Atsumu was slowly managing to worm his way back into your life and you found you were reluctant to kick him out.

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At the insistence of his fiance, Osamu had decided to hold his wedding near the beach. You had been stunned at how pretty the venue was and admittedly a bit jealous at how gorgeous Kaori looked when she was showing you her wedding gown. You were also a bit nervous at spending a whole weekend with Atsumu around and knowing his personality, he would make sure he’d be harassing you the entire time.

Your suspicions were indeed correct. After you arrived at the hotel, you slid your key card into your room lock and found the red light blinking, preventing your access to a hot shower you desperately needed. You grunted in annoyance, dumping your heavy suitcase on the ground and aggressively slid the card in and out. The red light continued to greet you and you swore in response.

“Why is this not working??”

You heard a click and the door opened to reveal a damp Atsumu, towel slung around his neck and wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

“I thought I heard a sailor with a potty mouth,” he grinned, rubbing the end of the towel against his hair to dry it.

“Atsumu?? What are you doing in my room??”

“y/n I think you mean my room?”

“What? I’m in room 261?”

“You’re in 262,” he said simply and pointed down the hall.

You blinked at him and he snatched the card from your limp hand, lifting your discarded bag from the floor.

You spluttered uselessly as you trailed after him. He slid the card in and green light betrayed you. He easily opened the door and looked at you pointedly, “See this is what it looks like when you use the key for the right door.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled and just as you were about to thank him, he strolled through the door.

“What are you doing? I never said you could go in!”

“Nice,” he said looking around. “It’s the same as mine.”

“No shit,” you were about to say but yelped again when he dumped both your suitcase and himself on the bed.

“I swear your bed is softer,” he remarked as he laid sprawled out on his back.

“You’re getting it wettt,” you whined and he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyebrow lifting.

“You have a hot, shirtless pro-athlete on your bed and you’re complaining about the bed getting wet?”

“I think I’m more questioning why you have boxers with ducks on them,” you mocked trying to ignore that you did, in fact, have a hot, shirtless pro-athlete on your bed.

His lips stretched into a familiar shit-eating grin. “Maybe you’re just grouchy that YOU aren’t wet on the-.”

“MIYA ATSUMU,” you screamed, horrified as you rushed over to clamp a hand over his mouth. Of course, you being you, you nearly tripped as you reached the bed and you yelped as strong arms pulled you forward.

Your palms landed on a VERY solid chest and you looked up to see Atsumu’s face dangerously close to yours. Your eyes widened and you pushed yourself up only to have warm hands grip your thighs, stopping your attempt to get off of the offensive boy.

His eyebrows shot up as you sat, straddled on top of him. “Now we can change that if you-”

“UGH,” you threw your body weight to the side and tumbled off the bed.

“Nice to see you’re still clumsy.” He peered down at your dishevelled figure sitting on the floor glaring at him. “How you managed to play a sport, I’ll never know.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Atsumu regretted it. He internally cursed as you refused to meet his eyes, lips twisting unhappily. His mouth was dry as he tried to smooth over his mistake.

“I mean I didn’t-” He stammered.

“I don’t know if you recall Miya,” You nearly spit and you saw him flinch as you stood up putting your hands on your hips. “But I was an EXCELLENT volleyball player.”

Yours eyes flashed at him in a defiant way and he nearly fell for you all over again.

“Ehh but your serves kinda sucked.”

“Oh I don’t think you’re in a position to call my serves shit Mr. ‘Don't make me lose my focus or I’ll throw a temper tantrum’.”

“Though,” you pondered for a moment. “You don’t seem to mind people cheering nowadays.”

He sat up, a triumphant smile slowly spreading across his face this time. “Oho and how would you know that? Has someone been stalking my games?”

Your eye twitched and your mouth opened and closed. You wracked your brain desperately for a way to deny this without sounding stupid before settling for a lame, “Get out Miya.”

“You know if you wanna come watch all you have to do is ask, princess,” he said half-jokingly, half-hopeful that you would make the request.

“Leave Miya,” you repeated, refusing to acknowledge that you did want to see him play. “I’m going to take a shower and I don’t wanna see you when I get out,” you warned as you moved towards the bathroom.

“I can help you if you feel lonely~” he chuckled as he heard the door slam. Not wanting to push your wrath any further, he got up stretching before leaving the room.

He was greeted with a face identical to his standing outside the door.

“Ah so this is why you asked for the room next door to y/n.”

“You were listening? Creep.” He said, striding past Osamu towards his own room.

“I’m glad the two of you seem to be getting along,” he heard the amusement laced in his brother’s voice.

“Yeah,” Atsumu said softly with his hand paused on the handle of his door. “I hope we are.”

There was a silence between the two brothers and they distantly heard the sound of kids running down the hallways of the hotel somewhere.

“What? Too reluctant to leave her already?”

Atsumu grimaced and Osamu nearly threw his hands up. “I know you’re whipped but she’s next door ‘Tsumu.”

“Osamu,” Atsumu said in a serious manner that made his twin scrunch his face in concern. “I forgot my key card.”

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The sun was setting as Atsumu blearily opened his eyes. He hadn’t had a nap in years and it felt weird to actually get some rest. He rolled over to grab his phone and saw a message from his brother.

If you plan on waking up anytime soon, we’ll be down at the beach.

He groaned and opted to scroll through instagram when he got another message.

[y/n] is here too.

He remained unmoving on his back for a moment before groaning again and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling at the bait his twin set. Pulling on a pair of red basketball shorts and throwing on an old Stussy shirt, he made his way down to the beach.

The sound of seagulls and crashing waves greeted him as his feet hit the sand. There were yells, the sounds of laughter, and he was surprised to see a volleyball net set up nearby. His eyes flitted towards Kaori blowing Osamu a kiss from across the net and froze as he saw a familiar figure yell at her about fraternising with the enemy.

There you were, face glowing with excitement, standing at the service line and spinning a volleyball in your hands. His feet took off towards the net before he could think and his gaze was glued to you as your palm made contact with the ball.

He could practically hear your ‘tsk’ sound as Osamu dug it up and he couldn’t help but worriedly look at your ankle as you crouched low. Kaori jumped to block and his heart pounded in anticipation.

You darted out and dove, sending the ball high into the air. You scrambled to quickly get up and jogged back, your eyes following the set arching back towards you.

Atsumu unconsciously held his breath as he watched you jump, feet kicked back behind you and arm drawn back - the orange sunset behind you highlighting your form.

A malicious smile spread across your face as you found Osamu jumping up to reach over the net and you spiked against his arms.

“OUT,” his fiance screamed as the ball ricocheted off the block and outside the court.

“C’mon ‘Samu,” Atsumu heard your teasing voice. “You must be getting old if you let me score off of you like that.” You finally noticed his figure by the makeshift court and perked up. “Oh, 'Tsumu’s awake!”

He finally let out a breath when he saw you and Kaori waving excitedly at him. “Atsumu! Come join us!”

“Aw, how is that fair,” Osamu’s teammates groaned. “You guys can’t have a professional player on your team!”

“Suck it up,” you stuck a tongue out at him. “Atsumu is mine so you can’t have him.” You laughed gleefully at the protest that came from the opposing side and you playfully nudged him as he came to stand beside you at the net.

He smiled down at you for a second and as you stared into his eyes, momentarily mesmerised. He looked at you with such familiarity and warmth and you couldn’t help but shyly smile in return.

Your gaze was interrupted by a low growl.

Atsumu’s eyes flitted up to meet his twin's through the net. “Pro or not, 'Tsumu you’re going down.”

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The games continued until the stars were coming out and you all settled around a fire, snacking on fruit as a reward for all the exercise. You felt the sand shift and Atsumu plopped down beside you.

“I didn’t know you played.”

You grimaced at the slight hint of betrayal in his voice.

“I can’t seem to stay away,” you laughed, repeating his words from the fountain. “I play some pickup games here and there.”

“...and you’re all healed now?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I go to PT but the muscle has been healed for a while. I have to wear a brace when I play but it’s more out of caution.”

“It still creaks sometimes though,” you made a face.

“Still. It’s good to see you stand on a court again.”

You looked over and winced at the expression on his face. He had a wry smile that didn't suit his face and a distant look to his eyes.

“I’m sorry Atsumu.” His gaze remained trained towards the darkness of the ocean. “I realised I never apologised for treating you badly back then. I know it’s not an excuse, but I was angry and hurt and all I could think was to get away to protect myself. I couldn’t think about anything else - anyone else.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw. “I know. I know better than anyone but god y/n, I was there for you wasn’t I?” He couldn’t help the reproach in his voice. “And you,” he bit his lip. “You just threw me away.”

With those words, Atsumu realised what he’d been feeling since your breakup all those years ago - resentment. He felt guilty for doing so and he’d pushed it deep down but it was threatening to spill out from him now.

“‘'Samu quit playing and then you left,” he said hoarsely. “You both left me alone.”

“You had your team,” you tried to argue weakly.

“Wasn’t the same.” He shook his head, broad shoulders slumping and he tucked his knees up, resting his head on them. “And you said that you would always be there for me," he said in a small voice.

This boy - no this man - had done so much for you. Back in high school and now, he remained insistent on being by your side, even when you pushed him away.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated lamely. “I can’t thank you enough for supporting me and loving me then.”

“And I’m thankful that you’re in my life again.” You reached out a hand to cover his. His palm turned and he wrapped his fingers around yours. “I know I’m late,” you hesitated, gathering your courage before taking the plunge. “I’d like to be a part of yours again, if you’d let me.”

The blonde setter finally looked at you and his eyes crinkled in a joyful manner that suddenly made you see the image of a younger, teen Miya Atsumu - the one you had loved so much. You both felt something - as if you found a missing puzzle piece fallen on the floor - placed back into its rightful place.

“I’d like that."

Epilogue

“Relax, she said she’s running late right?” A sullen boy with raven curly hair pushed Atsumu towards the court. The stadium was already loud as people waited in anticipation for the MSBY match to start.

He nodded, repeating to himself that you indeed sent him a text earlier saying you would be late. Besides, they were just warming up. The match hadn’t started yet and there was plenty of time left.

The empty seat beside Osamu seemed to mock him as he recalled the time when he ached upon seeing it empty yet again. He shook his head as if to clear it as the whistle blew to signal the teams should start warming up their serves.

“WHOO let’s go ‘'Tsumu!”

His eyes couldn’t leave your figure, clad in his jersey, lifting both your arms in the air and shaking pom poms. He let out a smile, one goofy enough that Sakusa rolled his eyes as he mouthed an ‘i love you,’ towards the stands.

He looked away triumphantly at your stunned figure as the whistle blew, this time to signal the beginning of the match. He focused his mind toward the game giddily and cemented his resolve that they would win today.

Because the seat was finally filled. You were there.

Right where you were supposed to be.

#dear lord this was long #but i kinda like it #couldn't stop writing #atsumu miya #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff #astumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu imagines

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undergoing-mitosis · 27 days

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what if i impulsively bought the lawlight figurine. what then.

#nah but i genuinely really want to #i don't have any death note figurines yet and that feels like a crime #and this one is like??? not too bad of a price???? and you get BOTH OF THEM? WITH THE HANDCUFF?#IN THEIR EPIC POSE FROM THAT OFFICIAL ART????????#yes i am vaguely obsessed #and then i could make them kiss. and nobody could stop me.#am i insane? possibly #but the amount of joy having the tragic toxic twinks on my desk together would be immeasurable #if you couldn't tell im going through burnout and lawlight is the only thing pulling me through #the average death note girlie be like:#death note #dn #lawlight #light yagami #l lawliet #thoughts n rambles

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the-fandom-fuckup · 4 months

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you lie to Casey? you lie in front of her chicken wings? oh!! Jail for Raph!! Jail for Raph for 1000 years!!!

#Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #RotTMNT #rottmnt Cassandra Jones #rottmnt Raph #Rise Raph #Rise Cassandra #RaphCass #Rasey #rottmnt Rasey #fuckup arts #rottmnt fanart #save rottmnt #digital art #the vibe here was supposed to be Raph having an ace panic bc he wasn't expecting any kind of attraction to sneak up on him like that #his startled reaction was supposed to be more about him realising what he had just thought vs her yelling at him #but I couldn't figure out how to add smth explicitly referencing that without making the bottom even busier #I'll probably do a separate drawing/comic idea going more into that hc at some point #but just know every Raph I draw is drawn with the intention of Ace Raph bc I can n no one will stop me

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mementoasts · 1 year

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"ah, let's go over there!"

#CHARMS MAYBE IDK. i mean for me absolutely but idk if anyone else would want one. official sibling adventures merch LOL #weeping i need to do more comix AAUGHH i've had several in my head for months... there's a lil mini storyline n everythng...#regardless i now have ummm. at least 6 more charms to do!! ideally i'm looking to have them all done before maid day. bc they're all maids #*slaps cheeks* SHAY YOU HAVE OVER A MONTH TO DRAW 6 CHIBIS YOU CAN DO IT OK #i might do smthn with haruka + kiryu n majima too? not sure yet i need to stop adding things to the pile dkjfnjknskkj #I LIKE DOING MERCH OK AAAAAAAAAA my ass couldn't booth at a con. i draw like 10 charms a year and i don't rly do anything print-worthy oops #the void given form #dojima daigo #sawamura haruka

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mypokemonranch · 9 months

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chronic illness memes for disabled teens

#disability pride month #disability #prednisone #pokemon #n harmonia #n says disability rights are human rights #i couldn't stop myself from making this #okay but they really *are* the devil's tic tacs #i also spent way longer on this than i am willing to admit #i am no longer a teen myself but i hope you enjoy my contribution to the fandom #my gifs #my edits

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kunekojo · 1 year

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Hello, I would like to humbly request some more Shunsui content 👀 perhaps FWB to lovers? Like him convincing reader he isn’t only wanting to see her casually anymore despite his reputation and their agreement. If you can include some smut you’ll forever be my fave ❤️

I can't reject a smut offer 😳 I'll write shunsui smut anywhere, anytime for the rest of my life. Please, delight yourself as much as I did for three whole fucking days, god

NSFW Kyoraku Shunsui x Fem!Reader - Sudden Lovers

Warning: NSFW mentions

Tags: fluff, shunsui being romantic, teasing, slight fingering, oral (receiving), intense lovemaking, praising, soft dom Shunsui, falling asleep.

WC: 3,9 k

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The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground, drawing your attention. Is it night already? How splendid, you told yourself, feeding off your thought of meeting him once again.

Your mind wandered around all day long, not being able to free yourself from his grip, but you didn't wish for that to happen. You had all the reasons to think of him, some making you ponder intently about your soon reunion.

It's been maybe a few months since you and Shunsui came to a mutual agreement of pleasing each other after countless days of intense teasing. Months in which he pleased you like you never imagined, making you feel wanted. He truly wanted you, or at least your body but that alone was enough.

You've had your eyes on him since you two first crossed paths, and the first thought his warm yet stern presence brought upon you was a deep wish to have him. But you weren’t sure if he’d ever hold feelings for you, not that he needed to, the simple fact that you two held a genuine connection that resulted in a friendship was enough. It was just really good to have a friend like him.

However, you couldn’t really restrain your pleasurable thoughts away. But let’s be honest, how could you not have them? The fact that you often found him taking off his cloth only to reveal his chiseled muscles like it was nothing, it took your eyes off whatever you were looking at. It just made you daydream of those moments frequently, but every time you’d question if it was truly alright to have such cravings for a friend.

Wasn’t it inappropriate? Shunsui was probably getting comfortable with you, thinking nothing of his plain gestures but what would you do instead? Fantasize about how you’d want that hand of his wrapped around your neck and pressed tightly into the corners of your line? What nasty thoughts, so nasty that you didn’t lift a finger to halt them because, after all, you enjoyed them. Why mess with your feelings if that’s what you wanted? It’d only bring more discomfort and worse and you didn’t want that.

You started by making innocent remarks, hoping to snatch his attention but you never imagined they’d draw him to you so quickly. Was he into you all this time? Yet after some time, when he came up with his proposal, you didn't take much time to consider it. It was a pleasant decision, earning you both nights of intense love making like never before.

You decided together to meet every two nights and go for hours without anyone interrupting your special moments. No romantic feelings, nothing to hold either of you from any other opportunities, it was as simple as that.

With him, it was like having a good humorous friend throughout the week and a man to pin you down and fuck you for hours until you were a mess during the night, rather a bizarre combination. It kind of amazed you this duality of him that somehow still held a hint of comfort and warmth.

All these thoughts circled inside the back of your head as you steadily made your way to his place. You were simply excited, to say at least, so excited that you couldn’t wait any more seconds to feel his loving touch overwhelm your body. You wanted to hear his words of sweet praise shower over you, making you feel desired and you were going to get them right away.

Facing the entrance, you knocked at the door only to be greeted by Shunsui frantically opening it. Startled, you took a step back but the beaming smile he gave you shortly put you at ease. He was happy like a small child waiting for the ice cream man to finally appear, something that made him seem adorable to you despite the solid build and mass of hair covering his chest.

“Y/N-chan. It’s good to see you again.” Shunsui spoke gracefully as his eyes traced all the way down to your body, feeding themselves off your hidden curves.

You felt his gaze all over you and smiled, propping yourself against the wooden wall so you could see that intense tint of lust flow in his eyes.

“It’s good to be here again.” You replied in anticipation, lifting your head as he gave a content hum before inviting you in. But you weren’t able to see the same powerful desire within them, was there something wrong?

You couldn’t even tell what was in them and it messed with you. There was something different with him, something you couldn’t quite figure out.

“I’d like to do things a little differently tonight.” His raspy voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you casually followed his lead.

“What would that be?”

“Have you ever had a man prepare a fine dish for you?” His simple question raised curiosity in you, that was probably the answer to your worry. But why would he do that? It was no need for such a kind act, after all, you weren’t his lover so why put so much effort?

“Not really.” Your reply surprised him and he hummed, seeming a little disappointed.

“Jeez, that’s a shame. Well, I’m glad I get to be the first one.” He turned his head to throw you an excited grin but it only placed more confusion in you.

Arriving in the room, you noticed the food neatly arranged on the table. Alongside, there were two fine glasses filled with alcohol and a bottle. You stood in place momentarily to process what was the meaning behind all these but a sudden sensation overwhelmed you. You felt happy he had done something like this.

“I hope you didn’t eat before coming here. ” The man exclaimed, waving to you to sit down and you did as he said, placing your hand on the table as you waited.

“No, I didn’t.” You spoke softly, not making sense of any of these preparations. There had to be something behind this gesture, something that would change the mood for the rest of your night. Did he do all these to perhaps announce he’d like to cancel your agreement? No, probably not, but what?

“Why not?” His words once again snatched your focus but the expression of bewilderment still lingered down your face and he took notice of it.

“I didn’t want to be late, Shu.” You chuckled in an attempt to mask your concern. “It’s not a big deal anyway, especially that you made all this food which looks really good.”

You felt a difference in his eyes. Shunsui shrugged his shoulders, following you with a louder chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m good at plenty of things.” He said, hinting at some other things. It was true though, his hands were skilled enough to do so many things. However, his words proved to be a pause. “But never mind that. You may be even an hour or more late, but please, eat.” His honest pleading caused a wave of shock to surge through your blood, driving you to watch him with surprised wide open eyes. “We can see each other anytime, anywhere, there’s no need for hunger.”

You felt the care in his voice, but the way he said “anytime, anywhere” stunned you.

“What do you mean by anytime?” You questioned, eyeing him closely.

Shunsui took a sharp breath as if he were readying himself for an announcement. His head lowered to the ground and he kept silent for a little, leaving you unable to ask the same question again. You have to admit, this odd behavior he was showing troubled you but once he lifted his eyes to your gaze and chuckled, you didn’t know what to expect anymore.

“Y/N-chan, I believe this little game of ours has gone on for far too long, don’t you think?” He mouthed softly, placing his hand close to yours.

“I don’t understand, what is this about?” Your inquiry intrigued him, it only made this moment better for him.

“This is about the end of our agreement.” His words hit you like a pointing knife but the opening of his mouth pulled you to continue watching him. “I don’t want us to meet every two nights anymore, I want us to meet every night, every day, every hour,” Shunsui exclaimed, drawing his hand closer to yours, causing a hue of red to flush your puzzled face.

What was all this about? You just didn’t understand, you couldn’t understand what he wanted. Was this his way of telling you you should meet more?

“Shunsui, I don’t think I’m following.” You stuttered, considerably overwhelmed by his statement. “What are you trying to tell me? What’s all this supposed to mean? Your words, the… the dinner? What are all these for? This feels so much different than wanting us to have more intimacy.” You protested a little but the more you talked, the more the pieces began fitting together.

“Can’t you understand, dear Y/N-chan?” He spoke teasingly, a little amused with your difficulty to grasp the situation. His tone placed a little comfort in you but not enough to help you think straight.

“No I don’t. Enlighten me.”

Leaning closer, he dragged his hand onto yours, placing soft circlings along your soft skin.

“Be mine, Y/N. “ it’s the simplicity of his wish that struck you. He said it so plainly, but the weight it carried was one you could hardly hold. “There’s no point in this little agreement, I love you, Y/N, and I can surely tell you have similar interests as I do. It’s as simple as that.” He firmly dragged your hand toward his mouth and placed a small kiss.

You stared into his heavy-lidded eyes, attempting to compose yourself but you couldn’t. He was… confessing his love, but how. It had such a big effect on you that you started recollecting all your memories of him gently holding you when you needed it, tending to your pain when you thought you were alone, the signs were always slowly showing up. But you couldn’t believe your ears.

You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer, you fonded the way he proposed his intentions, so much that your insides boiled with an intense need to hear more of his sweet tainted words. You listened to him closely, paying attention to the way his lips delicately parted every time the word “you” came out of his mouth.

You wanted him to mouth more, you wanted more of his praises to linger against your ear, you wanted his touch to tighten around your frail hand, to carefully grip your fingers and intertwine. Much to your desires, he was going to give you all that and far more, things you couldn’t even imagine.

“I wanna be yours.” You whispered, giving him what he wanted to hear. A little unsure of the heaviness of your words, you observed him with great impatience, wondering what he was going to do next.

But Shunsui only laughed in delight, reaching to land a few more kisses on your hand. Your body instinctively pushed you to lean toward him.

Both your gazes locked on each other, tracing little sights over your features. An unbearable craving to lash at him and kiss him overpowered your sense of admiration, and suddenly you found yourself tasting the tenderness of his lips. You slightly raised your body and settled on his lap, resting your body against his groin. Your hands reached for his broad-wide shoulders and seized them, pressing your weight on him. That instant, Shunsui felt his member harden and hummed in delight, welcoming you to do everything you wanted.

Truthfully, you played right into his hands. This was his plan all along, his strategy to win you over after nights of being unable to keep his mind off you. Shunsui never held hope for your confirmation, but with each day he spent with you, each night worshiping your body, he came to realize you were just what he wanted. No other woman made him feel the way you did, none connected with him the way you did so he had to have you, he had to be able to cherish you every second. He wanted you, but only as long as you wanted him as much.

Hearing you say “I wanna be yours” so seductively made him want to ravish you. Shunsui tenderly clasped your body between his arms as he took your kiss, furthering it deeper. He pulled you tight to his chest whilst his hands glided across your body in eagerness, causing you to let out a muffled gasp once his fingers clutched your torso. But he needed more, and he was going to ensure that you gave it to him.

“Please, let me hear you one more time.” halting the kiss, he begged in a raspy voice. His hands slowly traced down to your lower, clutching around the curve of your ass just to hear you gasp.

Intrigued by his pleading, your hand traveled down to his groin, tracing firm rubs against his stiff member. Its twitching made you want to wrap your hand around it as you felt waves of pleasure across your body.

“Then make me, dear captain.” You replied, holding him hard as you attempted to flick your hand up and down while glancing at him passionately.

You could already feel the incoming shift of the situation just by the way his eyes turned hungry.

Make you? Oh, he was going to make you do so much more than tiny pants, he was going to fuck you so good that you’d mewl his name for days. You wouldn’t stop thinking of his cock buried deep inside your walls for the rest of your life with the way he was going to treat you tonight.

You cried out as Shunsui curled his free hand narrowly around your breast and applied pressure. Meanwhile, his other hand sank deeper and squeezed your ass, making you moan louder. It pushed you to buckle your hips in search of friction but the suddenness of him moving your body at a steady pace forced you to gasp. Dissatisfied with how little he was doing, his lips pressed back onto yours but when you opened your mouth, urging him to explore, he made sure no corner was left untouched.

“Make you, you say? I'll make you scream my name, my dear.” he smiled through the kiss, attempting to hold his yearning to just pin you down and fuck you. He wanted to savor every single moment of your heated intimacy.

Swiftly sliding his hands below your legs, he laid you down. The sensation of his touch slowly faded away as you opened your eyes only to see him rise upon his knees. It was a sight to gape at.

Shunsui removed his garment as he towered over you, and exposed a pair of chiseled muscles with traces of sweat running down the hair. You couldn't take your eyes off him and admired every bit of his build with eager eyes, watching closely as a wide grin blossomed on his face.

A chuckle escaped his mouth before he frantically leaned down to place more molting kisses against those smooth lips of yours. His hands desperately explored your sensitive areas, one setting on your breast whilst the other went all down to your love box and pressed deep enough for you to whimper. He couldn't take it any longer to feel your body. He tried to pull away your cloth but the hardness of the material made it difficult and there wasn't any more time to waste.

Left with no choice, he ripped it off, finally revealing the pair of tender breasts you've been hiding away. He quickly moved his fingers and seized the nipple between his pads, impatient to see you scream below him. He gave it such a firm squeeze that it yielded you to moan. But that wasn't going to be all. His mouth traced down to the line of your neck and nibbled your skin so hard that you felt your walls clench with the need for his cock.

You shuddered in pure bliss, but the motion of his second hand sliding under your clothes and smoothly circling your clit had you scream. Your hips moved in rhythm with him, swaying with every nudged flicker of his fingers.

How much was he going to tease you like this? You couldn't take it any longer, you just wanted to feel him inside.

“Shunsui, please, no more of this,” you begged through heavy pants, hoping your pleading would break his composure but he only hummed.

“Already this needy, my darling?” he questioned teasingly, caressing his finger around your entrance. Your mouth dropped ajar as it barely slipped inside and a faint moan crept out.

“Please,” your simple wail sufficed as it made his hand pull away from your folds, causing you to toss your head back in frustration.

Oh, but how could he say no to you? “Of course, darling.” he tilted his head to place smooth kisses on your forehead.

Firmly, he effortlessly grabbed your whole body and pinned you down to lay flat on your stomach. You couldn't even realize it until you felt as light as a feather being carried away by the intense wind.

His hand traveled down your lower to lift your bottom but you were quick to do it instead. What a good girl, he thought to himself as he impatiently raised on his knees to grip his pants.

You turned your head back to watch what he was doing but when you saw him frantically pull the remaining of his clothes away, your eyes widened. The image of his cock popping off his underwear and twitching brought an ache in your lower.

“Spread your legs.” You let out a muffled groan as he demanded, watching you intently until you did as he said.

You couldn't take the grin he was giving you. Maybe if you arched your back good enough, it would delight him so much that he wouldn't be able to keep himself away from you anymore.

Drenched in your own juiciest, you slowly jerked your whole body to both sides as you lifted your ass higher, snatching his attention. Right when he intended to press his body against yours, an overwhelming impulse absorbed him. His member twitched whilst his eyes trailed around your wiggly skin and then down to your revealed folds.

You wondered whether you had unintentionally prompted him to change his mind just by the way his lips opened, yet the image of him devouring you had you quiver. You wrenched your body steadier with a more piercing gaze, enticing him to have a taste.

It was driving him crazy, but did he really think he'd be the only one to gain the upper hand?

You granted him motivation by bringing your ass way closer to him while grinning. Shunsui needed that push, thus he bent himself and rested his face in your folds. There it was, the sweet aroma of your juices, and it was all his. No one could indulge in it other than him, how content it made him.

In order to make sure he licked every possible spot, his tongue trailed all around. You felt his hands restrain your thighs and tug you into an intense embrace, only allowing you to push yourself back.

While he swiftly swirled and nibbled your wet folds, you whimpered his name, giving music to his ears. Your drench was too good to be wasted away, so he wasn't going to miss a single drop you gave him.

“Shunsui.” you moaned loudly and collapsed to the ground as the tip of his tongue began circling around your clit. “Ohhh… Shunsui…” Your chant made him grunt as he teased your entrance until nothing you said was intelligible. Noises so praiseworthy that he wished to tend to but he wasn't going to make them stop by pulling his lips.

You were so soaked, so good to be inside of, he simply couldn't stop himself. But his twitching tip wasn't as patient as him, urging him to get over you and fuck you already. Shunsui raised his eyes and began giving you warm kisses all over once he felt you were prepared enough to take him.

When he halted his motions, you figured out what he was about to do and wanted to see it with your own eyes but the sensation of his head already poking inside you sent shivers down your spine. You didn't expect him to be equally hasty to be inside as you.

“Fuck..” you mumbled as his hands clenched your waist and slowly motioned you to fit more of him. Your walls clenched around his pulsing cock as you became louder than before.

“Say it again.” he ordered in a grunt, thrusting deeper in you while he simultaneously pulled your body closer.

“Fuck me harder…” words barely came out as you trembled below him.

“Beg.” you couldn't believe what he was doing to you, but you needed him to push faster so badly.

“Please Shunsui…” you panted heavily, trying to do it yourself but the force of his hands made it impossible. You were unable to do anything, but convince him. “Please…”

“What a good girl,” he praised in a husky voice before shoving himself all the way inside, making you let out a sharp cry.

You felt his pace grow steadier and it burned, he was brushing the right spot so good that you swear he had never done you like that before. This was what you rightfully deserved, and from then on he was going to give you even more.

“So lovely right now…” he moaned in a deep, throaty voice. “You clench me so tightly, Y/N.” he grimaced as he buckled his hips rougher.

Trembling, you felt the approach of your orgasm and moaned in rhythm with him. Once Shunsui realized that you weren't moving much, he promptly bent himself and stretched one of his hands to your lower to rub yours while the other held his weight. You cried out from all the stimulation as he breathed heavily against your ear. He felt how close you were just by the way you pulsed greedily.

“You can do it, sweetheart. Cum. “ he urged, bucking sloppy thrusts as his own climax was on the edge too.

It only took a few more strokes to your g spot for you to shout aloud and slump to the ground as he was still hugging you tightly, allowing his cream to finally spill inside of you. You began to pant as guttural grunts emerged from his mouth while the warmth of his semen flowed deep inside.

As he pulled away and shifted to his side to lie down, Shunsui firmly held your body and drew you into his embrace. He softly carried you into his arms, where he cuddled you while massaging your skin.

You meant to drag your hand to rub his chin but the exhaustion had torn you up so much that all you could do was place a loving kiss on his shoulder as you slowly dozed off.

“I love you…” were your last words as you fell asleep, making him hum in delight that he made you feel this good. It brought so much happiness in him to see you this comfortable.

Shunsui smiled at how precious you were and gave you a hearty kiss on the forehead while muttering soft words to you as he began to drift off too.

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