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Ascension, Return

Pairing: Gale x You (Reader POV) Summary: You watch as Gale restores the Crown of Karsus and temporarily becomes a god before disappearing to return the crown to Mystra. And you can only hope, now that he is a god, that he will return. ao3 link A/N: I was thinking the other day about how in the ending for an Origin run for Gale, regardless of how he plans to deal with the crown business, he always shows up as God!Gale in front of Mystra before agreeing to hand over the crown or deciding to stay a god. And it got me thinking...wouldn't a romanced Tav who is expecting him to give up the crown see him ascend? So anyway I wrote this to get those thoughts out there. As usual pic of my Tav Dani because I keep forgetting to ask to borrow people’s better pictures

It doesn’t take long for you and Gale to make plans to retrieve the crown from the depths of the Chionthar River. The sooner you get this over with, the better, you think, and yet something about this endeavor has you on edge. You secretly wish you can just leave the crown down below the waters…but then, anyone could get it down there, with the right spells or the right technology. You can’t risk that.

You don’t want it in Mystra’s hands either, but what choice do you have? She, at least, is a goddess interested in balance, neither evil like the Dead Three, nor entirely good and thus subject to extreme corruption. There’s no telling what she’ll do with the crown, but she has offered one thing in exchange—a cure for your lover’s affliction.

He’ll be free of the dark hungering orb at last.

It’s enough to convince you. You retrieve your worn bedrolls from the Elfsong and shoulder your pack, ready for your next little adventure—a small boat ride to the other side of the river, and a few days spent with Gale as he searches the murky waters.

You join him on the banks of the Chionthar, well away from the bustle of the city as it is trying to rebuild, watching over him as he sits, eyes glazed with concentration, guiding simulacrums to walk the riverbeds and floors of the river, combing through the mud for the crown. He could have let his simulacrums search without him guiding them, but he wants to be sure, to search closely. He doesn’t want to waste his time turning away simulacrums who bring back scraps of metal, shrapnel from the Iron Throne, or bits from the carnage of the fight against the Netherbrain. So he looks through their eyes, seeing nothing for hours but hazy water, mud, and river plants.

Though you long to lie back and watch the sails of fishing vessels drift by like clouds on the breeze, reveling in a hard-won moment of peace, you don’t want to miss a moment where he might need you. You do not want him to be caught unawares by some curious animal, or worse, a lingering enemy. So you sit and watch, your stomach twisting into knots as you face what you know will be inevitable—the moment when he finally finds the crown.

It takes all of two days of searching. After hours upon hours of looking, he stiffens, his physical body reacting to something beyond your sight, and you know at last that he has found it. You both stand as his simulacrum emerges, dripping water, with the cold bronze of the crown in its hands.

The Crown of Karsus.

It’s so much smaller than you remember. When you faced it on the top of the Netherbrain it had easily been the size of a large carriage. Here, on the banks of the Chionthar, it’s no bigger than a normal crown. It looks innocent. Harmless.

But you know better.

The power it releases…you are no stranger to it. You readily recall the metallic taste on your tongue as you drew near it atop the Netherbrain and the way its very aura tried to drive you to your knees. Its power is weaker now, pulsating from the bronze metal like a faint heartbeat, but you know that it won’t stay that way.

You glance at Gale, wondering what you’ll see in his face. Dark hunger, perhaps, or something bittersweet. Reluctance, dread, or tired resignation. But his expression is surprisingly neutral. He doesn’t step forward to take the crown just yet. Instead, he studies it with his eyes before taking a deep breath through his nose and turning to look at you.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

You blink, a little taken aback. “Of course,” you say. “Always.”

“That’s gratifying to hear. It will take me some time to restore the crown and the Netherstones to their original state, fit enough to give to Mystra. The process will be necessarily delicate, given the orb I carry. I should ask you to keep a safe distance. A city’s worth of space, perhaps, just in case, but—”

You cross your arms. “I’m not leaving your side, Gale. I’m here with you, for good or ill.”

He smiles then, as much relieved as he is amused and resigned. “I know. I expected as much. But I thought it best to offer or warn you regardless.” He takes a deep breath. “Very well, then. We stay together. I just hope you’ll be patient with me.”

You reach out and take his hand, threading your fingers between his. “I will be. I’m here for you. Take all the time you need, my love.”

He gives you a grateful look, squeezing your hand affectionately before leaning in to brush a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. You let him pull away, slipping out of reach, and watch with bated breath as he steps forward to accept the crown, the mark on his chest glowing brighter and brighter as he nears and finally takes the crown in his hands.

You don’t know what you expect. A light show, perhaps. A wave of dark, Netherese magic, or a black hole effect. You steel yourself to the fear that he will simply evaporate or fall to his knees in pain.

But nothing spectacular happens, aside from his mark glowing brightly. To your eyes, the crown acts as little more than a normal crown. To him…

You see his chest expand with a deep breath, the orb flaring brighter, watch him blow the air slowly through his lips, his face tense. But without the tadpole in your heads, you can’t guess at what he’s thinking or feeling. He closes his eyes, simply breathing, concentrating. Fighting, perhaps. Wrestling with some unseen force. The glow on his chest dims slowly until it is only a faint purple tint on his skin. Only then does he finally tighten his hold on the crown and turn back to you.

You get the sense that he has just won a silent, unseen battle within himself. It occurs to you too late that putting the crown and the orb in close proximity might actually hurt him. But it seems that the danger has passed...for now. If he’s in pain, he isn’t showing it.

“Come,” he says. “Let us make sure we’re a safe distance from the city. Just in case.”

His words don't inspire confidence, but you say nothing. You merely follow him back to your camp further up hillside. You know he has work to do.

———

You give him time. That’s all he asked for. Time to concentrate on the magic. Time to manipulate threads of the Weave. The Mystran Weave and the Karsite Weave. Sometimes you think you understand what he’s doing, but more often than not, you don’t. The magic he is performing is beyond your comprehension, guided by notes in the Annals of Karsus which lays open in front of him. You suspect some of it comes innately to him, an understanding born from carrying Netherese magic for so long. The rest must come from Karsus himself, written down as instructions or incantations. You give up trying to understand and simply make yourself useful. Or you try to, anyway.

All you can really do is linger nearby, keeping an eye out for anything that might interrupt his work. You barely interrupt him yourself, save to place some food and water near him with a soft reminder that he needs to eat to keep his energy up. He’s not a god yet, you tease, but the words taste sour on your tongue.

Yet. But soon.

You don’t feel ready for it. You know it’ll only be temporary. You hope so, anyway. But you’re still not ready.

The day passes by without you noticing. Gale sits with the crown, working, weaving, an illuminated aura around him filled with heavy magic. You leave him to his work as the sun moves slowly overhead toward the horizon, painting the sky in tones of orange, red, and purple. You lay down to watch the swirls of violet and indigo magic that gather around him as night falls, until in your exhaustion, you close your eyes for a moment to rest.

You don’t know when you drifted off to sleep, but you’re awoken in the early hours of the morning by his hand on your shoulder. You stir, blinking groggily up at him.

“It’s time,” he says softly. He helps you sit up, hands lingering on your arms, your hands. The crown isn’t with him, but sits on top of his pack several feet away. “I’ve done all I can. The stones and the crown are together again. Functionally the crown is complete, but…there is one last step I need to take.”

He kneels in front of you, dark eyes searching your face in the dim firelight. No, you realize. Memorizing. You feel a sudden knot in your throat and though you are seated safely on the ground, it feels as though a yawning void is opening up around you, threatening to swallow you whole should you tip too far to one side.

This feels like a goodbye.

“Once I put on the crown, the magic of the orb will finally combine with that of the crown. And I will…change,” he explains quietly, while you try to calm the surge of fear that grips your heart. “The magic of the crown and orb will become one and give me the power at last to meet with Mystra as an equal.”

An equal. He doesn’t say as a god. But you both know the truth.

You can scarcely breathe. You want to trust him. You want so desperately to believe in him. And he is looking at you so lovingly, but the very air seems tinged with sorrow. Nothing is certain. Nothing save his love for you, and even then, the tiniest doubt worms its way into your head and your heart.

Once he is a god…will he even remember to come back to you?

“And then?” you ask, your voice no more than a whisper.

“And then…I will hand the crown over to Mystra. And hope she keeps her word.”

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I trust you, my love.” You use the words, saying them out loud, to dispel your doubts and fears. You do trust him. With your life, with your heart, with your all.

If only you could trust Mystra. Can she be trusted to cure him? Can she be trusted to let him return? And if he does return, can she be trusted to let him return unchanged? Chosen or not, will he still be Gale Dekarios, the man you love? You don’t know. But you hope so.

He smiles at you and brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, his fingertips trailing along the line of your jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He leans in for a kiss and you, selfishly, wrap your arms around him and hold him tightly to you as your lips move against his, wanting to never let go. You rise to your knees, following him as he tries to pull away, kissing him deeply, tangling your fingers in his hair, until at last you are both breathless and you have to hide your face in his shoulder. You cling to him, reluctant to let him go just yet.

“Just come back to me,” you whisper. “Whatever happens.”

His arms tighten around you and you feel the bob of his throat as he swallows with difficulty. He strokes your hair and your back, pressing little kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your head. You can feel it in every touch and breath he takes. He doesn’t want to let go yet either.

“I will, my love,” he whispers back. “I swear it.”

It’s enough for now. It has to be. You could delay this day for a thousand days and still never be ready to let him go. But you have to. If he wants to be whole again, free of the orb, perhaps even free of Mystra…he has to do this.

You reluctantly loosen your hold on him and sit back on your heels, meeting his dark-eyed gaze in the early hours of the morning. He takes your hands and lifts them to his lips, brushing kisses against your knuckles, turning your hands over to kiss the center of your palms. Each touch of his lips to your skin is a reverent confession of love and longing and it only makes your heart ache more.

Please don’t let this be goodbye.

“Wait for me,” he says.

You cradle his cheek in your hand, gazing earnestly at him, soaking in every detail of his handsome face, committing it all to memory. “I will, my love. I swear it.”

He smiles at you then, full of love and happiness. He steals one last kiss from your lips before finally pulling away and standing, taking several steps back.

You stand too, preparing yourself for what is about to happen, even though you scarcely have any idea. You expect some of what you expected before, with light shows and waves of magic at best, disintegration and death at the worst, but now it feels even more real. Even more likely. You don’t know what will happen, so you brace yourself for the worst, heart pounding in your throat, gut churning with dread, and hope, desperately hope, for the best, even though you don’t know what that will look like.

You hold your breath as he moves several paces away from you and bends to pick up the crown. This image, too, you commit to memory. The way he looks illuminated by the firelight, the lights of the city glimmering behind and below him, the stars glittering above him. The sight of him with the crown in his hands, contemplating it with an expression of deep gravity. The crown looks small and harmless, despite the sharp curls and the soft glow of the purple, orange, and pink Netherstones that are now set once more in the bronze. But he looks serious, regal even, with it cradled in his hands. Like a king mulling over the weight of his position and the choices that lay ahead. He is beautiful. Heart-achingly beautiful. You wish this moment could stretch on forever, if only because it means not losing him to the crown. To godhood.

He turns to give you one last lingering look, your eyes meeting over the distance between you, before he slowly raises the crown to his head and settles it over his brown and gray locks.

The effect is instantaneous. A blast of magic blows outward from him, kicking up wind and dust and flashing bright enough to rival the sun. You cover your eyes, shielding your face, the light blinding you. Suddenly the air feels electric, tasting of metal and ozone, as though you’re about to be struck by lightning at any second. Wind swirls around you, picking up speed, a cyclone of power and magic with you caught in the edges. You struggle to stay on your feet, your body resisting the pull into the vortex. What little you can see is naught but a haze of magic, purple, blue, and inky black, rushing around you and mixing with the wind. Threads of blue and silver lightning dance around you, passing close enough to make your hair stand on end, shocking you when you take an unsteady step backward. The vortex of wind, lightning, and magic threatens to suck the very air from your lungs until, with crack like thunder, everything around you stops.

The air grows still. It is as though you suspended in time. Held fast by magic. Your ears are ringing with the sudden silence.

You cautiously lower your hand. You have to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, the sight of Gale causes a flurry of emotions within you.

He stands before you as something…more. A god in all but name. He’s taller, you swear he must be, or else his very presence makes him seem bigger. His skin has turned a shade of hard silver, his hair ashen gray. The mark of the orb stands out in stark black on his chest and when he turns his head to examine his hands, his body, you see splintered blue lightning crackling at his temples and down the sides of his face. His brown eyes now glow blue-white with magic, any trace of his former warmth consumed by the light of the power within him. He’s striking, awe-inspiring…

And you can’t help but fear him, just a little.

On instinct you have the compulsion to kneel, but you don’t. You force yourself to stay on your feet and look at him, really look at him, and try to find the man you love behind this new godly veneer. He has to be in there somewhere. He has to be.

“Amazing,” he murmurs, and his voice is layered two or three times over with a strange echo, one that gives you unpleasant shivers. Even his voice carries tiny waves of power. You already miss the warm tones of his mortal voice with its Waterdhavian accent.

He flexes his hands, raising them before his face, his expression one of wonder and awe. With but a gesture, he summons threads of the Weave together in glyphs and effects you can barely make sense of, though you feel the thrum of magic deep in your chest and know, instinctively, that he is capable of snapping your mind with a thought or destroying you with a word. He smiles, and the effect is strange. He looks like himself but he doesn’t. Something about it seems wrong to you. Uncanny. Familiar and unfamiliar.

The pit of dread in your stomach grows.

But then he catches sight of you, waiting, watching breathlessly, nervously, hoping that he’ll remember his promise to you. His smile fades and for the briefest moment you catch a glimpse of the man you love. Even his blue-white eyes, shining eerily from his familiar face, can’t hide the love he has for you.

He lowers his hands to his sides. “It is done. The crown is fully restored once more.”

You nod. You haven’t the faintest clue what to say next. You’re still trying to make sense of the man-god before you.

He smiles again, and something about it is both patronizing, as though he pities you for not understanding, and sincere, an echo of his mortal kindness and patience. He presses a hand to his chest. “Well, I’d best be off then.”

“Wait—” You reach out as if to stop him and he pauses. Your hand hovers uncertainly in the air before you lower it to your side. "One last kiss, before you go. Please."

His smile softens. "I can deny you nothing, my love," he murmurs. He crosses the distance between you with a strange grace he didn't have before. Before he was elegant, but at times a little awkward. None of the awkwardness remains in him now.

You look up as he stops in front of you, his fingers curling beneath your chin the way he does when he wants to lift your face or guide your lips to his. You stare into his glowing eyes a moment before letting your eyes flutter closed. His lips touch yours...and it's different.

There's a magnetism there now that wasn't there before. You seem drawn in as if by gravity. He tastes of metal and magic, his skin cold but not unyielding. Your lips tingle with each kiss and the moment you seek to deepen the kiss—you gasp as a blue electric shock drives your mouths apart, your teeth practically rattling, your lips suddenly hot, almost burned. You press a hand to your mouth, looking up at him in shock, but he's just as surprised as you are. He seems unharmed, despite the tiny sparks of white-blue lightning still skittering over his lips.

"Ah...what an interesting side effect," he says, touching his hand to his mouth. The lightning calms. "Are you all right?"

You nod, rubbing your lips lightly as the numbness from the shock begins to subside and the tingling begins to fade. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't unpleasant either. Still, you're wary of trying it again.

He watches you, looking torn, before a new resolve settles his features. "Then I suppose that is my signal to go. The sooner I depart, the sooner I can return." He takes your hand carefully, moving it away from your face, and presses a cautious kiss to the back of your hand. His lips impart another, smaller shock to your skin, but this time you're ready for it. Your fingertips go a little numb, but you manage not to wince.

"Wait for me, my love," he says, finally letting go of your hand. "I won’t be long."

You step back, giving him room to do whatever he needs to do, and watch as he begins to glow, brighter than your eyes can stand. You keep your gaze on his until the very last second, when the light grows too bright to stare at. You blink—and then he’s gone, disappearing in a shower of starlight that fades too quickly.

You are left alone in the cool night, with naught but a dying fire for company.

———

You don’t sleep. You barely bring yourself to tend to the dying embers of your campfire and stoke it back into warm flames. After that, all you can do is sit.

And wait.

And wonder.

And pray.

“Come back to me, my love,” you whisper into the cool night air. "Please."

You half-wonder if he can hear you. If, on some level, you’re praying to him, the newest of the gods. You don’t know if that thought comforts you or worsens your dread. How does he think of you now, now that his mind is that of a god, capable of seeing beyond the constraints of a mortal’s limited view? If he hears your prayers, does he think less of you, or love you more? Will he remember his promise, or will the power he now holds tempt him to break it? You want to have faith in him—you do have faith in him—but doubt creeps in despite your best efforts.

Come back to me.

You recall what it was like to wait for him at Mystra’s shrine at the Stormshore Tabernacle. How he had explained that time runs differently in the Outer Planes. How he would only be gone for a moment. Each second that had ticked by during that time felt like a year.

Now, sitting on the hillside, every second that passes feels like an eternity.

The fire crackles. The lights of the city begin to dim. One by one the stars fade out, hiding from view as the black of night begins to lighten into the blue hues of pre-dawn. And still, he isn’t back.

Wait for me, he said. And you will. You’ll wait as long as you have to.

But what if…?

No. You can’t bring yourself to put your fears into words anymore. Doing so will only make them seem more real. More feasible. There could be a thousand explanations for why he isn’t back quickly. You just have to have faith in him.

You get up and begin to pace. You start breaking little sticks and twigs into tiny pieces to feed to the fire, piece by tiny piece, just for something to do with your hands. You pluck blades of grass one by one or count the stars you can see. And you wait.

And wait.

Your thoughts are your own worst enemy and you wish you had called an ally to come and sit with you. Even Scratch with his favorite ball would have been enough to quiet your heart and mind. But instead, you sit alone, the crackle of a fire the only sound to break the silence.

Your eyelids are heavy now and your body longs to drag you down into slumber, but you resist. You want to be there when he comes back. If he comes back. When he comes back.

You get up to pace again, rubbing warmth into your stiff fingers, amusing yourself with memories of him. His smile. His sly jests and silly puns. His hands on your body and his body against yours, yours against his. The smell of him, as much as you can remember. The way he looked during battles, magic crackling and swirling around him. The way he looked in your bed, fast asleep. Gale Dekarios in all his mortal glory, the man you fell in love with. The man you wish was at your side once more.

Gods, but you miss him. You press your hands to your chest, feeling your heart beat beneath your palms. What is taking so long?

The first hints of pink and orange appear on the horizon as you turn to pace away from the fire again, your steps wearing a noticeable path through the grass. At this rate, you fear the sun will arrive before your love does.

You contemplate how you’re supposed to face the whole of a new day alone when a flash of light illuminates the darkness behind you. You whirl, heart racing, to see a shower of starlight once more—and out of it steps Gale.

Mortal. Human. Alive.

“Gale!”

You fly into his arms, which he is already holding out wide for you, nearly toppling you both into the ground with the force of your embrace. You both stagger, but you don’t let go, and his arms around you are as fierce in their hold on you as yours are around him. He practically lifts you off your feet. You can’t put into words how much it means to you that he’s solid your arms—warm, breathing, alive in your arms.

“You’re back,” you gasp, the tears in your eyes and clogging your throat making it difficult to speak. You don’t want to sob and make it seem like you doubted him, but the emotions welling up inside you are hard to suppress. “You came back.”

“Of course, my love,” he says soothingly, not yet relinquishing his hold of you. “You are everything to me. I could do nothing else.”

You untangle yourself from him to wipe the tears from your face and look at him, looking for any changes wrought by his visit to the Outer Planes or from his brief time at godhood. He looks like himself again, his lightly tanned skin flush with warmth and love, his dark brown eyes as rich and deep as ever. You comb your fingers through his soft hair, once more brown and shot through with hints of gray, rather than all over ashen as it was a while ago. Your fingers linger on his cheek, noticing for the first time that the dark vein-like threads that trailed from his eye to his chest are no longer visible.

The mark of the orb is gone.

In its place are a series of faint scars in the same threads and shapes as the old mark, appearing just below his jaw and flowing down to form a circle over his chest. The tattoo-like color has faded away entirely and there is no dark bruise at the center of the circular marking. Any trace of Netherese magic is gone, leaving behind little more than scars faint enough to be missed by any who are not actively searching for them.

You trace the circular scar lightly with the tips of your fingers. “Does this mean…?”

“It does,” he says, pressing his hand over yours so that both of your hands are pressed flat to his chest. You feel his heart beating, his pulse perhaps a little elevated, but every beat strong and vibrant. “Mystra has cured me of the orb. Completely.”

You want to hate her, and perhaps you still do, and always will on some level. But in that moment you’re grateful and relieved too. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight, overwhelmed with happiness and relief and joy. Your love is cured at last. The threat of losing him to Netherese magic is at last put to rest. He is whole again. Restored.

And he is yours. Not hers.

As dawn colors the sky overhead and spills pink-golden light over the both of you, you kiss him, reveling in the taste of him, in the warmth and weight of him, in his hands on you. Not a single spark of lightning threatens to drive you apart, so you deepen your kisses as much as you please. You simultaneously want to push him down into the grass and make love to him there and kiss him for an eternity you know you both don’t have and simply gaze at him in awe and wonder that even while he had godhood in grasp and a crown on his head, he gave it all up for you.

He gave up godhood for you.

You never realized you could love him more than you already did. But you do. Your every heartbeat sings love for him.

You lose track of time kissing him. It could be moments or hours. You don’t know nor do you care. But at last, when you finally pull away from him, it takes you a second to remember where you are, standing out on the hillside across the river from the city. The sun is rising over the horizon now, painting the world in gold and shifting the hue of the sky to a beautiful, cloudless blue. A new day is beginning.

A whole future awaits. And it is yours to shape with your love at your side.

“What’s next, my love?” you ask. “Now that we have everything we both want.”

“Next? For us?” He chuckles and takes your hand, bringing it up to press a tiny kiss on your empty ring finger. “If you still want me, I believe we have a wedding to plan.”

“I will always want you, Gale Dekarios. Now and forever.”

“Is that a yes to planning the wedding? Because I’ll have you know that Waterdhavian weddings are quite the large-scale affair.”

You laugh, his humor clearing the air like the sunlight warming away the fog of a morning and the dew on the grass. “Yes. Come on, let’s find some food to eat and get started. I can’t wait to begin a new life together with you.”

“My love, that new life starts now,” he says, bringing you in for another kiss. You smile against his lips and allow yourself to be corrected. He is right, of course.

Your new life with him begins now.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale #baldur's gate 3 #my fic #gale x reader #gale x you #I’m not super happy with this one but if I keep staring at it I’ll hate it #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction

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luimagines · 5 months

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Super excited you opened requests! If possible could you do one where the chain (individual or together dealers choice) ends up in the readers time after the adventure ends and thinking they wouldn't see each other again? (Maybe a sprinkle of confessions that they didn't get the chance to say before)

Secret conclusion to Leaving before he confesses? o.o Yes, no? Maybe so? Doesn't have to be. Take it as you will. :D

Masterlist

Part one will include Time, Twilight and Warriors!

Content under the cut!

Time

Time was about to lose his mind. Wasn't he suppose to be done with this whole adventuring thing? He's getting too old for this.

Why doesn't he know where he is? Why is he so far from home? He doesn't even remember walking through a portal this time. All he knows is that he was walking home after his shift on Lon Lon Ranch, then the world melted and he was in the middle of a forest.

This is getting obnoxious. He doesn't even have any of his weaponry nor does he have his armor. If he were to be attacked at this very moment, he would have to get creative. It's unfortunate that he's not as young as he used to be.

There's a trail he can follow at least. Maybe it can lead him to civilization and he can get some answers and start to figure out what he's supposed to do now.

Thankfully, he finds a town. It's small and quaint but it would suffice. Time isn't particularly picky about his options right now.

He walks into the town, glad that he's arrived before sunset when he spot a familiar face walking into a nearby house. He calls out your name in the hope that he's not fully lost his mind.

He sees you freeze before shaking your head and turning the doorknob to your house.

Time takes off running, calling your name again. This time you turn around and you drop the items in your hands. You scream but also star running toward him.

He can't help it. When you collide, he lifts you into the air and spins. It gets the stares of many people around and he can already hear the whispers but he finds that he couldn't care less.

He can smell your hair and whatever perfume you have on. It's nice.

You start crying.

Concerned, Time leads you back to the house you were about to enter, guiding you inside and picking up the items you've dropped in the process.

You don't seem to want to let him go. He feels the same, but he doesn't need to make a public spectacle of you. Although it takes a hot second, you both enter the house. You latch onto him again and this time he holds you firmly and tightly against his chest.

"I thought I would never see you again." You say with a broken voice.

"You and me both." Time admit with a sigh. He kiss the tears from your eyes and runs his hands over your face and hair and shoulders- trying to memorize and refamiliarize himself with your shape, your feel- your presence. "I've missed you."

You nod and nearly break down into sobs again.

He shush you gently and holds you close. He can't find it in himself to speak any more- less he start crying as well.

"I loved you." You blurt. "I still love you. I haven't stopped. I don't care if you don't feel the same- but I can't keep this inside me. I need to you know-"

Time kisses you.

He's been meaning to say the same but he finds this gets the message across quicker.

Twilight

Twilight felt like he had taken this one a little better than he did the previous one. Once again someone he had felt like he loved left without much of a goodbye. Things were left unsaid, things he wanted the other party to know- with the idea that there was no way for them to see each other again.

It hurt, but it wasn't like he hadn't gone through this before.

That being said, he kept to himself nowadays. With the children growing older, they were being put to use as extra hands around the village. They were starting their apprenticeships and were learning the tricks and trades of the generation before them. Ergo, they didn't need someone like him to watch after them as often anymore.

Which wasn't so bad. It was quieter around his place, sure. But it gave him time to think. Time to heal. time he didn't know he needed.

He still misses you though.

The idea of what could have been still sits in his mind. He sighs and cleans his house for the first time in weeks. You always seems to be cleaning something when you traveled together. Whether it be their clothes, their weapons, their equipment- it just became your job whether they acknowledged it or not.

He can already hear you yelling at him in the back of his mind for letting his home fall to the state it has.

He personally doesn't care all that much- but a clean house is still nice to have.

Suddenly the reflection in his mirror changes. He's no longer looking at himself- but at the inside of another house entirely. He stares at it for a good moment before putting his hand to the glass.

It goes through. It's as if there wasn't any glass to begin with.

Ever curious, he climbs onto the table and through the mirror. He looks through the other, still not wanting to step all the way through just in case.

"Weird." He mutters to himself. "Well this has never happened before."

Someone screams.

Twilight jumps and hits his head on the railing before ducking back into his house for safety.

"Wait, wait, wait!" You scream before he can retreat and haul him through the mirror completely. "Is it really-? Tell me it's truly you! Link! It's me! How did you get here?"

Twilight rubs his head and looks in you in quiet awe. "...The mirror shifted..."

You sniffle, almost instantly bursting into tears and hug him around the neck. "Oh my goodness! I thought I would have lost you forever!"

Twilight hugs you slowly. His limbs don't seem to keep in pace with his mind. Can it be-? It is really-?

Twilight says your name slowly and lifts your head up to look him in the eye. You smile, tearful but beaming. You put your hand over his and lean into his touch. "I have no idea how you got your mirror to connect to my house, but I'm not complaining."

"It wasn't in my plans." Twilight feels like laughing. It is! It is you!

He picks you up and spins you around. "It's you!"

"It's me." You laugh.

Twilight puts you down gently and cups your cheeks. "I think I'm in love with you."

You blush fiercely but snort. "I've been in love with you, Link. I'm glad you caught up finally."

Warrior

Warrior didn't to let himself get too lost in his heart ache. If you didn't know how uselessly in love her was with you, then you didn't know. You weren't worse off because of it. If anything, you were blissfully unaware of his emotional turmoil and therefore, living happily without a single thought of him in your head.

Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Although more so for you than for him.

And maybe he could take solace in that. You were living your life as you did before, so why can't he? It's not like anything will come from it now.

He sighs and puts the outgoing documents into the bin. He has a head ache now too. Not only can he not stop thinking about you, but the issues with the castle staff and the monster beyond their borders have been keeping his candle burning at both ends.

He needs a break.

Warrior stands up and walks out of his office, rubbing his temple as he goes.

He misses you. It's the only thing he can think about. Even if it's selfish at this point. He wishes he could have told you how he felt. Granted, he wasn't sure if that's knowledge that he should drop on you, and realistically he's glad that he didn't but the issue remains. He would feel better if you knew.

You might feel worse though.

What a pickle.

He walks through the castle with no destination in mind until he trips and falls down the stairs. He's already cursing himself in his head- hoping that there's no one around to witness this.

He hits the bottom and almost considers laying there to further the embarrassment.

He hears something shatter and he looks up in shock.

The first things he notices is that he's no longer in the castle. If anything, he looks like he's in a small house. He's still at the bottom of the stairs though. He pushes himself up, half in a daze and half aware that something having to do with more magical shenanigans has just happened.

"...Link?"

His blood goes cold. Oh how he's longed to hear that voice again- to hear you say his name. But this could be a trap.

He turns towards the sound cautiously. You're standing there, shattered plate by your feet with your hands over your mouth.

Warrior can feel himself tense up. You're stunning. Even now- "You look just as beautiful as the day you left."

You scramble over to him and hoist him onto his feet, breaking down into sobs before kissing him.

His eyes go wide as his hand land on your hips.

Well, this is certainly unexpected. But he's not complaining.

It takes him a moment to regain the use of his brain but he slowly kisses you back.

You pull away before he can get into it, wiping your face and running your hands over his upper body, taking him in. "...I missed you."

Warrior has to laugh. "Clearly... But it's ok." Warrior takes a chance kissing you once more. "I missed you too."

You bite your lip and blush a beautiful shade of red. You cough and play with the lapels of his uniform. You both stand there in silence, taking each other in.

Suddenly, as if the bubble pops, you both look each other in the eye a quiet breath passes between you both as you both speak in unison.

"I love you."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #the second and third requests were after i opened them up back in may #but this was already written #figured I'd just tag them on :D

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"What, want me to ruffle your feathers?" Tav asked with a smirk when she caught him staring, as if she didn't ruffle enough of his feathers prior to this moment—figuratively speaking, most unfortunately.

The owlbear's cub sprawled on its stomach beside her, head on her lap as it was cooing something. Given how eagerly it butted into her hand, rather obvious what it was after.

He took a step back, arms raised as he refused, "I'll abstain for tonight. Afraid the competition's too fierce for me to win this fight without any losses. Tomorrow, though…"

He let some hope into his voice, tone laced thick with promise.

Astarion looked at Tav, waiting for her answer, and she nodded to him with a smile on her lips.

"Wonderful. I'll be awaiting then. Most eagerly."

So easy.

Too easy.

He should've known better, but perhaps he was momentarily blinded that she'd finally given up keeping her distance.

Tav played with his hair for a good part of the evening, and Astarion tolerated it—the experience was quite enjoyable, if he was to be honest, but those weren't headpats that he was after. Finally the time came to take the heavy weapons against her, those that he was most proficient at using. Those that hardly ever betrayed him. And he needed Tav to not betray him either. To protect him, when hardly anyone in the camp was terribly happy about having a vampire in their midst. If Cazador… When Cazador… Even though Astarion didn't need to breathe anymore, the air staled in lungs when he thought about this. He needed Tav—and everyone else she have eating out of the palm of her adorable little hand—to stay on his side when that happens. Because as convenient as it may've been, out of many advantages the worm gave him, making his master forget about his existence wasn't one of them.

Her fingers raked his hair and scratched his scalp, sending him into shivers as Astarion couldn't help but lower his guard a notch. He wasn't an inexperienced youngling, still wet behind his ears. He wouldn't miss the change in her touch when it was most familiar to him. It would be rather convenient for Tav to hold his neck or slide her fingers under the lacing of his shirt, so Astarion expected that. Ears too were a good starting point… Lips, perhaps, if she was feeling adventurous for a sharp touch of his fangs…

He turned to the side, forehead pressed against Tav's stomach to let her get to the back of his head. Then turned again, face buried in her lap.

As tedious the pointless waiting went, this kind of foreplay was not without its pleasures. If she were to continue fondling the rest of him in same manner, Astarion wouldn't mind much. If anything, the thought was getting him rather excited, albeit weary in a similar way any kind of sex did. But it was familiar kind of wear he was most used to, so Astarion was slipping into it with ease like one would into old boots they've long been donning. Perhaps the heels were stooped a bit from years of use, and the laces were frayed and brittle, but those were the boots he'd worn for as long as he could remember. He didn't have a spare, if there even existed a spare the likes of him could afford.

Finally Tav's hand stopped, resting on his neck as she barely moved her big finger against the edge of his hairline.

He knew it was coming, and yet a part of him was strangely disappointed.

Well, no point dwelling on it.

Finally it was his turn to…

"Think I'm spent for the evening. My hand's cramping. Want to lie down for a little while longer, or you'd prefer to rest on something more comfortable than my lap?"

Her question came most unexpectedly. At first Astarion thought he heard it wrong. But when he raised his head to check Tav's face, there was nothing special on it, like she was asking something mundane, barely worth of notice. And it was a rather mundane thing to ask. If you weren't expecting anything else to follow.

She wasn't.

It stunned him when Astarion realized that.

Thankfully it lasted barely a moment, and then his instincts kicked in.

"Why? I find your lap a rather enjoyable place to rest my head on."

'It would be even better if you were to let me put it between your legs, but I suppose I wouldn't get much rest then,' was supposed to follow, but somehow it got stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say why at first.

Because she wasn't flirting. Because it wasn't foreplay. Because she just offered to ruffle his feathers in a most simple, primitive, childish way possible, and never planned to stretch the invitation to something more salacious and titillating.

Ruffled his feathers she did.

With much too fervor.

Astarion hardly remembered the way he traveled back into his tent and what he said in the process. Surely it was something appropriate for the occasion, he could trust the habits beaten into his skull by years of use.

No wonder she agreed so easily. He must've been blind not to notice.

He laid down, curled into a ball, sulking—for what, Astarion couldn't tell.

Perhaps it irked him that his plans fell through, and the cooked duck flew away from his mouth when he was so close to biting into it. What else could've been the issue otherwise?

But most strangely, a tightness in his stomach loosened as soon as he was left alone. He breathed with ease, warm ticklish touch of Tav's fingers lingering on his skin.

Safe.

From what..?

He didn't know.

#fanfiction #fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #fluff #character study #astarion being astarion #my timeline is all over the place #this is supposed to preceed previous headpats drabble #because I think it would take some time for Astarion to ease into the idea of having platonic skinship #I will later boot it onto my ao3 #so if you want to read things in PROPER timeline #you can find my texts there

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can I get a Kaeya and Diluc headcannon /story request in which Kaeya and Diluc ( separately) have a fuck buddy adventurer S/O who accidentally got pregnant and never told them because they mentioned in passing how they thought they would be terrible fathers and did’t want kids because of that so she just never told them and dipped from Mone in favor of traveling around different nations, but eventually ended up going back to Monstad with a grown-up child. That looks a lot like the father. And they ended up finding out from either hearing other people talking about them, or stumbling across the kid and their baby mama themselves.

Neither of them expected anything to come out of this very casual relationship. To him, it was just something that benefited the both of you. It was nice to do something that just allowed his brain to turn off, spend some time with someone without any need for pretences.

When you tell him you have to leave one day he doesn't question it. Your relationship wasn't really something that required the two of you to be wholly devoted to each other so it never really bothered him. Of course he'd miss you - but it wouldn't be something soul crushing to him.

You left and were gone for basically a lifetime - that's how it seemed to him. You never made an effort to reach out to him so he never did to you. It worked well, or so he thought. When news that you returned after so many ears abroad reached him he didn't know what to make of it but decided that he should come and visit you.

When he sees someone he doesn't recognise open your door he's shocked at how similar they look to him. The look in their eyes, the way their hair falls over a familiar facial structure, even the way they turn to call for you makes him take a second. When he hears them call for you using a parental term he stiffens, not sure what to make of it. He's not dense - clearly, something else is happening here and the shocked look on your face as you look between him and the person who opened the door cements it for him.

He's not sure what to do, not sure how to react to falling into the role of being a father. Clearly the two of you are fine on your own and your child is as perceptive as he is, catching on practically immediately but choosing not to say anything about it. He wouldn't dare insinuate that he is an actual parent to your child, but over time he manages to build some sort of relationship with them.

it's hard, but he's not going to hold your decision to hide this fact from him over his head. He does wish you had told him, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he never would have found out were it not for him visiting you himself at that moment. He's glad for it at the same time, knowing he wasn't ready to be a father when you would have conceived the child.

He has lots of incredibly complex emotions about everything, acting in ways that respect both your and your child's boundaries, not wanting to overstep in any capacity. One day things might feel significantly less awkward but it'll take a lot of time to get there.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader

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genshinmenraisedmystandards · 1 year

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{Won't you stay a little longer dear?}

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Prompt: Some hcs on genshin men/women trying to get you to stay just a little longer <3 (g/n reader)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and devious lies >:]

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Rosaria, Ningguang, Beidou, Xiao, Ayato, Yae Miko

Notes: these got pretty short near the end my bad 🙇‍♀️

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You came round for tea to talk about a new antique collection opening up at Mingxing Jewelry

You were talking and having such a good time that the time itself escaped you

Realising that you were getting ready to leave as you just refused a cup of tea and was asking the whereabouts of your outing jacket Zhongli couldn't help but feel a little sad, after all he hasn't had this much fun in aeons.

"Ah, Y/N, speaking of the new diadem they're about to release I believe i have a similar set of bracelets and charms in my collection, would you like to see?"

"Oh I couldn't, its much too late I'd hate to intrude" you did really wanted to see it as the diadem caught your eye when you saw it but you didn't want to come off as rude.

"Nonsense, stay as long as you'd like, even stay the night if you must, now where did I keep that box?" He stood up searching around his cabinets to find the box with the said look alikes. You stood up and followed him into the other room admiring other objects around his house such as different ornate tea sets, amulets of shining cor lapis and noctalucas jade.

"Ah here it is" Zhongli took out a wooden box with a few carvings on top and blew it free of dust, when he opened it up you could only be shocked at the pure craftsmanship the relics showed. "Oh my Zhongli, where on earth did you get this?" You stepped forward seeing the charms and other assortments of trinkets shimmer in the candle light like stars in the reflection of Luhua pool. He held up a necklace with 4 main charms, one depicting a phoenix on the far left, one a blazing dragon on the far right and in the centre ribbons of clouds were present. "I think this one in particular would look stunning on you".

You were business parter and a childhood friend of Diluc

You visited the Dawn Winery to talk about preparations for the upcoming Wienlesefest

Diluc was already so used to your presence and the very sound of your voice he didn't realise that the meeting was finished as you organised different accounting papers and stall renting contracts

"Y/N, come here a moment please?" You were just packing up when you looked up and saw Diluc standing by the stairs infront of a painting depicting Diluc's old family Manor, the same one he sold when his father died.

As confused as you were you complied and got up, looking at the painting he was standing infront of, "Whats the matter Master Diluc?" Standing this close to him made you nervous, ever since his 4 year departure he had greatly changed and it still had yet to full render to you as all you could see was the hardworking and adventurous Diluc of the past, the one who wouldn't hesitate to throw a smile to any passerby in the streets.

"Please, drop the formalities, Diluc will do just fine" he missed the way you would call him Diluc without care, calling him is nickname "Luc" if you were feeling cocky much to the love annoyance of Diluc and the amusement of Kaeya.

"Yes of course, Diluc, what is it you need?" trying to remain as formal as possible lest you get too casual and slip up. "Do you remember when me you and Kaeya would run under and over the grape trellises much to the chagrin of the staff?" He let out a low chuckle as he went back to the past, remembering simpler times.

Times that are now long behind you both.

You weren't around at Kaeya's in any official capacity, just visiting him as a friend

You just got back from your 1 month trip in Liyue to celebrate the Lantern Rite but in the meantime you left Kaeya awfully lonely

You were just nursing a glass of dandelion wine when you looked out the window, seeing only the pitch black of night and the streetlights of Mondstadt

He followed your line of sight, knowing immediately that you were aware of the time, he always was but didn't want to point it out so he could bask in your company just a little longer

"It was lovely seeing you again Kaeya but it appears I've overstayed my welcome" You got up from the comfort sofa, put on you coat and picked up your bags.

Personally Kaeya thought there was no such thing, you could stay as long as you'd like, infact he wouldn't mind if you decided to move in right then and there, but right now he wanted your attention just a little longer.

"Don't go just yet dear, I've yet to let you taste the good wines I saved up for us, you wouldn't let me and the 50 year oak barrel aged expensive wine down now would you?" He gave a small pout trying to coax you into staying, he actually got the wine for free after a little pestering of his dear brother Diluc, going on how it was for a "special occasion" and he wouldn't dare rob his brother of a "shot at love would he?". Dilux totally would "rob him of his chance at love" if it wasn't for Adelinde convincing him to cave.

You glanced over at Kaeyas admittedly convincing face and the wine that gave out such a fragrent aroma. "Fine, but it better be good" you sat back down and poured yourself a glass. "Trust me, my wine recommendations are never wrong" he smirked at your face as you savoured the flavour of the wine.

You and Rosaria were out at the tavern as usual, you guys were regular drinking buddies as she had gotten tired of taking care of Kaeya when he got too drunk

You didn't exactly have the stomach or the liver for that matter to keep up with her so you mixed in grape juice with your wine to stop you from throwing up half your body weight

Seeing that the patrons were dwindling and Charles who was manning the bar seemed to be cleaning up the counter you told Rosaria you guys should probably get going now

She didn't want to be kicked out of the tavern so she agreed, but wanted to crash at your place claiming "I'd never hear the end of it from the other sisters if I came back drunk"

Getting her back to your house was surprisingly easy, you took her up to your room and decided to sleep in the living room. Placing her down you go get a pillow for yourself when you hear her whisper;

"Y/N, get over here a sec" you made your way over to the women, she grabbed your arm and pulled you into your bed.

"Its your house, you should atleast still sleep in your own bed" she nonchalantly said and immediately fell asleep.

You're gonna be stuck with this one for a while it seems. But to be completely honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

You were good friends with Ningguang far before she became the Tianquan or even as rich as she was now.

Both of you were celebrating the outstanding success of her latest business pursuit

It was incredibly late but knowing she definitely had the room you asked if you could stay over for the night

"Why of course, it would be dangerous trying to leave when its this dark but you see....." Ningguang tapped her nail guards against her ornate teacup in thought, "I'm currently having the only spare room renovated, it seems you must sleep in my quarters, no bother."

You hadn't heard or seen any evidence of construction but you just assumed either they were out late or ordered to not leave anything so to keep up the Jade Chamber's prestigious image. "I'd hate to intrude in your own quarters but, if needs must" You didn't give much argument, rather liking the idea of sleeping in the same room as the almighty Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, someone almost untouchable, not to you atleast.

"I will inform the staff to move your items to my quarters, i'll be there in a bit as I have some work to finish up." She stood up and made her way to her desk as one of her assistants guided you to her room.

Ningguang infact didn't have any leftover work, she just desperately needed to sort out her raging blush as to not alarm you.

She'll have to do something about this soon it seems.

As a distinguished member of the crux fleet you and the other members were enjoying one of your weekly celebrations to keep spirits up

Beidou insisted you sit next to her, for 'no reason in particular'

She drinks as she usually does, god how is she still alive? Thats another question

As everything was settling down you told the captain you were going to get on one of the rowboats and sail back to the harbour to meet your family

You hadn't drank anything so you were perfectly sober

"Thank you so much for the celebration captain but my family are waiting, tell the crew to not fall overboard in a drunken stupor" Freeing the boat from the ropes you were about to jump in until your 'honourable' captain stumbled over and cut the rope either her knife making the boat unaccessible.

"Whoops my hand slipped, guess you'll have to stay here sorry" she grabbed your shoulder and brought you back to the rest if the crew, she didn't leave your side all night.

Ah your beloved captain with her love and alcohol drunk shenanigans.

You first met the illusive adeptus Xiao when you got into some trouble with a group of treasure hoarders, you're adept at fighting but you forgot your weapon at the wangshu inn where you were staying.

As the man with the crossbow loaded in his bolt you saw nothing but green and black

When your vision cleared you saw the group on floor, not dead just incapacitated and a figure standing in the middle

You recognised him from ancient scriptures and illustrations and also the proud mother hen rambling of Verr Goldet.

You said your thanks to the guardian yaksha but he teleported away mid thanks, you weren't gonn let him get away that easily!

Climbing up the multitude of stairs up into the top balcony was harder than you thought, most likely because you ran back to the inn all they way from guili planes.

Once you made it up all there was that proved the Yaksha presence was the smoke of green and flakes of black. So he tried to play hard to get huh? Well that wasn't going to stop you. You sat down in the middle and gave your thanks, nothing too sweet or formal but archons you hoped he was here or you'd just seem like a lunatic if anybody saw.

The Yaksha was definitely here, you could his presence. You started to tell stories of your travels, how you were born in Fontaine but the strict rules amd etiquette was not to your tastes, so you left. You went on about your life again, hoping he was at least listening, for what felt like a few hours, as the moon was about to take its podium at the peak of the sky you thought it'd be best if you went to bed now.

"Well thank you, hopefully if you were listening, for time o' great adeptus of wangshu inn" you let out a chuckle, you couldn't take yourself seriously when you spoke like that, "but alas I must retire now, goodnight. "

Just as you were breaching the threshold into the building you heard a worship and suddenly a gloved hand with an anemo vision was on your wrist, you heard a gruff voice behind you but you didn't dare look back. "Wait...I.. uh, would like to hear more if thats ok." For someone so feared he acted so shy, thats adorable.

You once again wordlessly sat down again and began where you left off, the presence a little closer this time.

Looks like you were going to be telling stories for awhile.

You were long time acquaintances with the Guuji, Yae Miko as you used to be a shrine maiden but resigned since your mother got sick and you had to take care of her.

You always tried to visit the shrine as much as you could since you had made many friends and was quite popular in your time there.

Sadly the Guuji rarely made and an appearance whenever you were on shift but you've met about 3 times. All of them featured relentless teasing.

Many of your colleagues faced the same "endearments" but somehow you never noticed how Lady Yae's comments always seemed so personal

She knew what your favourite food was, the days you prefer to be present at the shrine etc

As you were packing up your incense after praying for your mother's good health and saying goodbye to your friends, halfway down the path leading down the mountain you came face to face with the Guuji Yae herself.

"Good afternoon Lady Yae" you greeted her as formally as you could, former boss or not she still deserved respect due to her social standing....that and you feared what would happen if you didn't, only the Shogun knows what happens to those who disrespect the Lady Kitsune.

"Ah, little one, yes how are you and your mother keeping up?" Her usually snarky tone wasn't present today, strange. "We're getting by, thank you for your concern, Lady Yae." You bowed your head slightly to show gratitude, but what you didn't expect was that when you raised your head, the Guuji Yae had her hand outstretched.

"Please do accompany me for some sakura sake and mochi, the ones I ordered just arrived, i'd love it of you'd join me"

Who were you to say no to the Guuji Yae, especially not when she sounded oh so genuine.

You were a long time retainer of Kamisato Ayato, the work you did in the Yashiro Commission was something your prided yourself on.

Taking care of the two siblings, preparing meetings, sorting out any refreshments and fetching Ayato his necessary boba, according to him

You wandered how long this place would last without you, as you seemed to do everything that's way above your pay grade, but nevermind, if you get to help thats payment enough.

After sorting out merchant documents and foreign visas for the upcoming iradori festival, you were about to head out when you felt something on your wrist.

"Is anything the matter My Lord?" You immediately thought that you must've left some paperwork unfinished, caught up in the small chit-chat you were having with the Commissioner while going about your tasks.

"Yes, I believe we missed some work on the transport needed for the foreign guests" He said calmly, letting go of your wrist. Last you checked he sent those to Ayaka to complete as she insisted to help.

"Did Lady Ayaka not complete them?" You asked, starting to worry for the ladys health as she never once let a task go unfinished. Immediately his face went red, maybe he forgot he sent them over? Or...?

"No, that was a lie, Ayaka completed them, just spent more time with me?" He eventually fussed up and gave you the best pleading look he could, in that moment your "regal" Lord resembled a lost puppy in the rain.

Who could expect you to refuse? You were even tempted to give him a kiss on the cheek to try and lift his declining mood as the silence went on.

mwah

"Thats your answer My Lord,"

Ahh, the commissioner and his ways

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Notes: How was that for the first fic i published here? Still getting used to the format and all but hey, anyway I hope you have an amazing day/night and stay safe <3

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cherryxblossxms · 1 year

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Masturbation May - Day 2a: With Toys (Nanami Kento)

A/N: This is part 1 of day 2, With Toys! I don't see Nanami as being that adventurous with using toys when he does masturbate, so this was very fun to explore and think of what he'd use when he's by himself. Nanami was suggested by an anonymous sender

Featuring: GN reader || Nanami x reader

Warnings: Use of sex toys: bullet vibrator, cock ring; slight nipple play, slight overstimulation, cumshot; reader is mentioned but this is Nanami focused

Word count: 1322

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You were killing Nanami.

You had left for a mission several days prior, and normally, this was no problem for him. Nanami could be surprisingly needy on occasion, but he had the self control and patience of a saint and could hold off on taking care of himself and any urges he had until you returned. Recently, however, you were testing that same patience to the edge of its limits.

He wasn't sure if you had some kind of objective in mind or maybe you were feeling needy yourself. But every other day since you'd left, you would send him a dirty video, ranging from strip teases initially, to finally full blown pleasuring yourself. The videos would sometimes arrive while he was in the middle of something, catching him off guard and making him turn his phone off until he could look at your message privately.

He was gifted at schooling his expressions, but when he was with Gojo, that man missed nothing. And the way Gojo would simply smile at him on such occasions made him think he probably knew what was happening, only serving to annoy him. When you'd sent your latest and most revealing video, Nanami could only thank his stars that it was a rare day off for him, given how quickly he got hard.

However, it meant he couldn't focus on or fully enjoy anything as he tried to move on with his day, such as baking, doing a puzzle, or tending to his plants. He hoped ignoring it would let his body settle down, but as time went on, his thoughts just grew dirtier and dirtier, plaguing him with tantalizing scenarios. It finally came to the point he needed to deal with his raging hormones, or he'd go crazy.

Nanami made his way back to your shared bedroom, stripping off his shirt as he stepped through the doorway. He knew doing this wouldn't be enough, that what he truly needed was to lose himself in you. Solo sessions weren't nearly as satisfying to him anymore, physically or emotionally, ever since you became a couple, but the fire in his groin made it feel like he'd explode if he waited even a moment longer.

You two had collected a variety of sex toys together to use in the bedroom. Although Nanami was very proficient at the use of his own body, it was still exciting to implement different toys to see how it enhanced your pleasure, and that's what he sought out now. He made a beeline for the dresser, opening up a lower drawer and locating your stash, picking up a bullet vibrator you both had come to enjoy. His eyes caught on a cock ring you had bought for him, and after a moment of deliberating, he grabbed it too. You hadn't had a chance to use it yet on him besides confirming the fit, but he knew what it could do for him.

Once he was settled on the bed with a bottle of lube and the toys, now rid of his pants, he wasted no time in sliding a hand down to wrap around his shaft. He was already semi-hard, so he quickly poured some lube and slid the cock ring on. Even without full stimulation, he felt himself grow fully hard soon afterward, the ring now snug on his shaft, and could feel himself twitch.

His thoughts drifted back to you as he finally rewarded himself with some stimulation, stroking himself leisurely at first, nearly melting from the instant pleasure and relief. As his pace slowly increased, he finally allowed his mind to wander back to you, and especially the enticing video you had sent him earlier. Just remembering it sent a spike of heat coursing through his body, only making him harder, and when combined with the cock ring, the head of his cock was an angry red. He couldn't believe the amount of pre-cum he was leaking, giving away how desperate he was and adding to the slippery nature of the lube.

Even though he gave you a stern warning when you sent the videos while he was busy, he did still appreciate it, knowing he was on your mind even when apart. That, and the videos were a boon for when you two were separated, letting him imagine you were still by his side and that it wasn't just his fist that he was fucking.

Using his free hand, he opened up his phone and started up the video you had sent. The angle didn't show your face, focused only on your busy hand as your fingers pumped in and out of your opening. But the microphone had picked up your audio, and even better, the sound of your wet fingers pleasuring yourself, quite clearly. He battled with himself between watching it or only listening, but finally let his eyes drift close as he continued stroking.

If he ignored the feeling of his own hand around his cock, he could almost picture you there with him, hearing your sighs and gasps of pleasure surround him. He could practically taste you on his tongue, imagine the feel of your lips around his cock, or the warmth of your thighs as you straddle his lap. But the stimulation still wasn't enough.

He opened his eyes and picked up the bullet vibrator. Pausing the video and setting aside his phone for now, he placed the vibrator against the underside of his shaft before turning it on. Instantly, he couldn't help the moan that spilled from his lips. The cock ring seemed to make everything more intense, and the strength of the stimulation was on the edge of overwhelming, especially as he moved it up to his frenulum.

His thighs quivered from the stimulation, and he alternated the placement of the vibrator, rubbing it up and down his shaft for the different intensity. As he did that, he reached up a hand to rub across his chest. You always enjoyed touching his chest during intimacy, particularly playing with his nipples, and Nanami had grown to expect that touch with you, becoming comforted by it. He experimentally flicked his nipple and was surprised by the pleasure it brought, and so continued flicking and lightly pinching, reveling in the sensations.

Finally, he could start to feel his own climax crest the horizon, his balls aching to unleash their load already. He quickly pressed play on your video to hear your sweet noises again, then continued his ministrations, breath heavy and sweat beaded across his body. He could start to hear your own climax approach, indicated by your volume and the pleading words you were mumbling, which only served to push him along.

It only took a few moments longer before his body seemed to tighten, then released all at once as the first hot ropes of cum shot out, a deep groan coming from his throat. He quickly angled his cock back, watching his seed shoot out and cover his quivering abdomen. The pleasure was intense and his climax seemed to last longer, maybe helped by the ring, and for a moment, it was as if he'd left his body.

Nanami worked the last of his release from his cock, letting the vibrator stay on a little longer and shaking as overstimulation let in, before quickly turning it off to finally relax. He let his head hang back, trying to catch his breath. Your video had ended shortly after your mutual climax, the room now silent of your lewd sounds and the noise of the vibrating, and he missed it already.

Even though it couldn't be helped, your absence had clearly affected him. As the post-nut clarity set in, he couldn't believe how desperate he'd been. It just proved to show how much he needed you now, and Nanami quickly sent a text to you wishing you well and reminding you to come home promptly.

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Three Lions On A Bed

You asked, I listened, and now I give you...😁

Garreth Weasley x F!MC x Leander Prewett

Absolutely NSFW 🔞 🌶🔥 Go, Go, Gryffindor!

In a few days she was off to America. The country with big skies, frontier towns and miles of potential for exploring Ancient Magic deposits. The adventurous spirit in her couldn't wait. The loyal, soft heart of her was aching at the thought that she would be leaving people she cared about behind.

She was in London, staying with Garreth for a few days before setting off, saying her goodbyes to old friends. She sat on the floor of his apartment, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand, the hour late. The few friends who had come round for dinner and drinks had left, except for Leander.

The pair of them, Garreth and Leander, were sitting on his settee, laughing, reminiscing about some funny incident or other. The bottle of firewhiskey on the coffee table was getting rather low, and she expected they would be calling it a night real soon.

A pang went through her as she looked at those two men. Her two favourites. They had been as thick as thieves at Hogwarts, three mischievous Gryffindors, sticking together through everything. She loved them both.

There had been moments with both of them over the years when the possibility of becoming more than friends had presented itself. But nothing had ever come of it, none of them wanting to hurt the others. Nobody wanted anyone to be left out, so they had stuck as friends.

It had always been the three of them. Even this evening, everyone else had gone, but it was them three that were left. She would never be able to choose a favourite, they both were very dear to her, and now she was leaving them.

"I hope you realise that the hardest part about going to America, is leaving the two of you," she said. They both looked at her. "I'm going to really fucking miss you both."

Garreth slid the whiskey bottle along the table away from her. "No more for you, MC," he smirked. "You're getting all sentimental on us."

She sat up straight. "Aren't you going to miss me?"

Garreth's eyes immediately turned soft. "Of course."

He was beautiful. From his unruly red hair, to his cheeky green eyes, she loved every freckle on his handsome face. He was daft, chaotic, but his heart was made of gold. He would do anything for her, she knew that.

"We will both miss you, MC," Leander said. "It won't be the same without you around, but we understand why you have to go."

Leander. Tall, handsome, smart, a bit sensitive and over compensates sometimes to try and prove himself, but his loyalty, and his generous spirit made for a most trustworthy companion. He knew her deepest secrets and kept every one of them.

Nope. She would never be able to choose one.

She got up from the floor and moved to sit on the settee between them, squeezing herself into the gap and holding an arm out to each of them. Knowing she wouldn't see them for a long time was making her ache for closeness. "Bring it in, I need a ginger sandwich hug," she said.

"A what?" Leander laughed.

Garreth laughed too but wrapped his arms around her, he waved Leander to come closer. "Come on, mate."

MC closed her eyes and savoured the feel of them both as Leander wrapped his arms around her and Garreth. She was safely snug between the two of them. It felt perfect. She felt safe. Loved.

As Leander began to pull back, she grabbed his sleeve to stop him. "No, don't," she said. "Don't let go."

The words tumbled from her lips. Leander paused, eyes locking on hers. She swallowed and licked her lips, heat gathering at a rather alarming rate between her thighs. One of her hands fisted into the front of Garreth's shirt lest he try to pull back as well, and she gripped Leander's sleeve just as tight. She wasn't ready to let go.

Her eyes dropped to Leander's mouth. Gods, she wanted to kiss him. Her eyes moved back to meet his, and his pupils dilated, realisation making him suck in his breath swiftly.

The temptation was burning her up, her chest rising and falling rapidly at the positively sinful idea forming in her mind. She'd heard of it, one of her acquaintances was a whore, and she had heard many a lewd tale of group activities.

The both of them, both of her favourites, at the same time...

The very idea of both them touching her sent her mind spiralling down an intriguing hole of depravity. She throbbed at the thought, her thighs clenching as she imagined it. Unbidden, a moan slipped from her mouth and she writhed, her hips brushing up against the both of them because of the close proximity.

Leander's gaze flew to Garreth, redness blooming across his cheeks. As if in a trance she released Leander's sleeve and her thumb dragged slowly at his bottom lip, rolling it seductively. His breaths quickened, his throat working.

"Bloody hell," Garreth whispered.

The sound of his words, soft and amazed near her ear, made her look up at him. His green eyes were wide, unbelieving. "I can't choose," she confessed. "But I want you, both of you..."

Her words hung in the air in the tense, tight space between them. She had shocked them both, obviously, their eyes meeting over her head.

The hand she had fisted in Garreth's shirt moved up to grasp the back of his neck. "Please?" She begged. She turned her gaze on Leander, eyes pleading. "I want this."

Garreth spoke first, his voice slightly husky. "I...I guess we could...Lee?"

Leander was flustered. He ran his hand through his hair, looking between Garreth and MC. "Fuck..." He breathed. MC was still touching his face, she bit her lip and slid the tip of her thumb into his mouth and he immediately brushed his tongue against it. MC moaned and writhed again, arching her back a little at the throbbing ache between her thighs.

Leander's eyes darkened, his arousal a fire in his gaze. "Gods, alright," Leander groaned. "I'm in."

MC's sigh of relief was almost a whine and she grabbed Leander, her mouth hot and wet as she sucked his bottom lip, her tongue sliding eagerly over it and into his mouth for a hungry kiss.

She heard Garreth swear behind her, her heart already thumping hard at the thought of getting her hands on him next. Leander kissed her back, deeply, moaning into her mouth. She savoured the feel of his tongue, allowing the sweep of her desire to wash away any tiny lingering doubt.

When Leander's kiss moved to her jaw and then down to her throat, she moaned and let her head fall back, her eyes opening to look at Garreth. He was staring, mouth open, eyes dark. She grabbed his shirt, tugging him closer. "Kiss me," she begged.

His soft lips brushed hers, a tease, his tongue licking along her bottom lip. She panted and parted her lips, aching for a proper taste. As Garreth swirled his tongue into her mouth, Leander used his to suck hungrily at her neck.

MC thought she might melt into a puddle, arousal so sweet, so overwhelming scorched through her core. She moaned into Garreth's mouth and he kissed her harder. A hand cupped her breast, she had no idea who's, didn't care, she welcomed it.

And then Garreth moved to kiss and suck at the other side of her neck. She had one on each side. She squeezed her eyes closed, her voice a breathy moan. "Oh, gods, yes...more, more."

Fingers were tugging at the fastening on her trousers. A quick glance told her it was Leander, his long, slim fingers swift as he undid them and pulled them loose, his mouth still busy at her neck. He slid a hand in and down and she immediately widened her thighs for him.

He groaned as his finger tips delved through her very wet folds. "Bloody hell," he said. He slid his hand back out and took hold of Garreth's. "Mate, you have got to feel this..."

MC was breathless, eyes wide as she watched Leander guide Garreth's hand into her trousers. Both of their fingers a mixture of absolute obscenity as they dragged over her folds, exploring her arousal together.

Their eyes met, and Garreth smirked at his best friend, both of them appreciating the utter filth of this moment. Then they both turned their gaze on her. The intensity of their expressions, the feel of their fingers between her legs, had her face flushed, her breaths desperate. She wanted to tell them how good it felt, but words failed her.

One of them slid fingers into her entrance, sliding deep, while the tips of other fingers swirled over her clit. Her eyes rolled. Oh, fuuuuuck!

"I think she likes that Lee," Garreth murmured. "Look at her."

Leander hummed in agreement and the fingers buried inside her worked a little harder. She felt a teasing clench in her abdomen, heat gathering at an alarming rate. Her hands clutched at whatever she could grasp hold of, a desperate whine escaping her throat. "So good..."

"I wouldn't mind taking a closer look," Leander said.

His murmured words sent tingles of fire up her thighs, she was sliding precariously towards an edge and she was determined to take both of them with her. "Do it," she said. "Please..."

They tugged off her boots and yanked her trousers free of her legs, working as a team. Garreth's fingers curled under the waistband of her underwear, his eyes wicked as he slipped them over her hips. Leander watched as the damp cotton slid away to reveal her most intimate parts. Garreth tossed the garment over his shoulder and they gripped a thigh each, spreading her open.

Her lungs were screaming for more air but she seemed incapable of drawing enough oxygen inwards. It kept leaving her at an alarming rate. Especially when she saw the way their eyes burned at the sight of her soaked cunt.

She had been titilated at the thought of experiencing something like this with the both of them, but the reality was something else. It was erotic, it was outrageous, it was fucking everything.

"I don't know about you, mate, but I'm going to need a taste of that," Garreth said. Leander licked his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from the temptation spread out before him. He nodded. "You and me both. You can go first."

MC whined, her fingers flexing eagerly, eyes staring as Garreth settled between her thighs. He parted her gently with his fingers and then licked slowly, flatly, upwards in one long stroke. MC's hand flung out, grasping Leander's arm in a vice like grip, as Garreth swirled his tongue.

"Oh my...shit, that's..." Her words guttered out into a long moan, her thighs twitching, her toes curling. Her desire coiled tightly and her hips rolled against his mouth.

She tugged on Leander's arm unwittingly, but he answered the demand, shifting to take her face in his hand and he kissed her. She opened her mouth for him, welcoming his tongue, moaning against it.

"Does he feel good, MC?" Leander asked against her lips. She whimpered, trying to string together a response, and then Garreth slid a finger into her, sucking at her with his mouth. The wet, slurping sound of it intoxicating. She writhed, her hips needing to buck, but Leander clamped one hip down to the edge of the sofa. "Uh-uh," he scolded, playfully. "Be a good girl and keep still, MC."

She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. She had urged them both into this and now they were taking utter control. She realised she was powerless to stop it. She didn't want to stop it.

Leander undid her blouse buttons, his fingers swift and eager. The fabric fell open to expose her chemise. She panted, trying to flex her hips, but both Leander and Garreth pinned her down. She was utterly at the mercy of their tongues and hands.

Leander's fingers danced lightly up over the chemise, seeking out a nipple. He pinched, a sharp sting, and she gave a breathy cry. He smirked and rolled it under the palm of his hand, bending his head he playfully used his mouth against the thin cotton to tease the hardened peak.

"Lee..." She panted, arching her back.

He slid the fabric upwards, exposing the smooth flesh of her stomach. He kissed the soft skin under her breasts, moving upwards with tongue and lips until his hot mouth sucked at a nipple. This combined with Garreth's mouth fucking had her climax rushing forward at a dizzying rate. Her thighs began to tremble, her hips straining against Garreth's firm hands.

As her cries became louder, Garreth lifted his head, cutting off the wave as it was about to hit. MC gasped, a strangled cry of frustration bursting from her. "Garreth!"

She looked down at him, her pussy throbbing desperately, as he sat back, grinning and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "That was fucking close," he said. He nodded at Leander. "You'd best get down here and finish the job, don't want you to miss out."

"How about we move this somewhere more comfortable?" Leander suggested.

MC looked between the two of then, the ache between her thighs screaming for release as they calmly discussed the next move. She almost growled in frustration. "Fuck sake, hurry up!"

It was meant to sound like a demand, an attempt to gain back some control, but it came out as a needy whine, and it only heightened the lust on their faces.

Garreth stood and leant over her, her heart pounding, hips writhing. He bent to kiss her on the mouth, slow, teasing. She could taste herself on his lips, she moaned, tongue seeking him out, but he pulled back. His smile was sinful, it made her ache. "Please..." She whispered.

"Let's get you in the bedroom," Garreth said. He looked up at Leander. "Ready?"

"Let's go." Leander stood and scooped MC up easily into his arms. She looped her arms around his neck and he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Garreth opened the bedroom door and used his wand to light the lamp, casting the room in a warm low light. Leander placed her gently onto the bed. He tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. Her hand tugged at his collar. "You're a little overdressed, though," she said. She moved up onto her knees and began to unbutton his shirt, his hands pushing her blouse from her shoulders. She felt the mattress dip behind her, and then Garreth's hands slid under her chemise, sliding up to cup her breasts. He kissed her shoulder.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked.

Leander smirked and reached to slide his fingers between her thighs. "I need to finish what Garreth started," he said. MC trembled at his touch, anticipation tingling through her blood.

She reached a hand up to slide her fingers into Garreth's hair as he kissed her neck. "Then Garreth can have my mouth," she said, softly.

MC was on her back, her thighs spread for Leander and Garreth straddled her torso. She slid her hands up his thick thighs, the hair there rough under her palms, and his cock twitched eagerly in front of her face. Pink and swollen, the tip glistening, the hair at the base as thick and red as that on his head, she eyed him greedily.

Years she had known him, thought they were as close anyone could be, but seeing him like this made her pulse race maddeningly. The intimacy of it made her breathless.

Garreth used his own hand on himself for a few pumps, looking down at her with his mouth slightly parted. She licked her lips and then arched, a moan spilling out as Leander swirled and sucked hard on her clit.

Garreth nudged the tip of his cock against her parted lips and she pushed out her tongue to lick at him before taking the girth of him in to her mouth.

"Yes, oh gods..." His breathy moans filled her ears as his hips flexed, fucking her mouth. His hand tangled into her hair, gripping it, holding her head right where he wanted her.

"Fuck, MC, that...that feels so good..." He stared down at her as she sucked, shuddering as she teased and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. She moaned around him, flexing her own hips to meet Leander's mouth, his long fingers biting into the soft flesh of her thighs.

She could feel her release building again, the heat gathering swiftly after being cut off so wickedly before. Her moans mingled with Garreth's, both of them chasing that much needed relief.

Garreth was becoming undone, his hips moving faster. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his thighs as his cock slid deeper towards the back of her throat, she gagged a little, her throat restricting around his tip and drawing groans from his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. His hand was braced against the headboard, the other gripping her hair. She hollowed her cheeks and slid her hands around to squeeze his delicious, peachy bum.

Leander slid two fingers into her, curling them up just perfectly, and swirled hotly with his tongue at her clit. His pace quickened and she felt him moan against her. Her two favourite boys were being so good to her, giving her what she wanted. The heat inside her flared, white hot and sharp. She arched, clenching around Leander's fingers, the wave of her release strong and deeply satisfying.

Her head fell back, Garreth's cock exiting her mouth with a wet pop, and a cry tore from her throat as she clenched, baring down with trembling thighs.

"Fuck, that's hot," Garreth muttered.

She squeezed her hand around him and he grunted. She brought her mouth back to him, desperately trying to catch her breath through her nose as she sucked hard, desperate to feel him fall apart at her touch.

She felt Leander dip his fingers into her again, swirling them deep, then he pulled them out, coating them with her release.

Then, Garreth hissed a breath through his teeth, his hips bucked. A cry burst from his lips. "Oh, fuck...Lee!"

Garreth bent forward, his knees sliding out a little wider, his cock sliding deeper, and MC gagged, tears streaming from her eyes. Leander had rubbed her release around Garreth's hole, working him gently until he could gently slid a finger into him.

Garreth squeezed his eyes shut tight, his fingers gripping MC's hair so tightly she winced, but she kept sucking, swirling her tongue over his tip a few times before she felt the hot throbbing pulse under her hand. His guttural moan sent shivers up her spine as he shot his release into her mouth.

She gulped, swallowing what she could, but a trickle escaped and leaked from the corner of her mouth. Garreth pulled back, panting, releasing her hair. She rubbed at her scalp to ease where he had pulled it, before leaning up onto her elbows, staring up at Garreth's flushed face and fucked out eyes, in awe of his beauty.

Leander was behind him, looking at her over Garreth's shoulder. He reached around to wipe his thumb from her jaw up to her mouth, collecting the dribble of Garreth's cum that she hadn't cleared up yet.

"Let me clean that up for you," Leander murmured. "You've got such a pretty mouth."

MC gaped as Leander sucked his thumb clean. Garreth looked over his shoulder at Leander. "Nice work with the finger, by the way," he said.

Leander gave Garreth a wink and MC clenched her thighs together, already pining for more, not expecting to be aroused by them like this.

Then, Leander chuckled and clapped Garreth on the shoulder. "Always got your back, mate."

Garreth climbed off MC and bent to press a kiss to her mouth. "Such a good girl for me," he said. "Now, you need to be good for Leander."

MC settled back into the mattress, hands reaching for Leander as he positioned himself between her legs. Running her hands up his arms, she glanced down and whimpered. Fuck, he was big!

She widened her thighs in anticipation and then yelped as he gripped her hips and yanked her down the mattress towards him. Then Garreth was behind her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms up above her head.

"What...what the fuck?" She cried. She twisted her head up to look at Garreth. His eyes were dancing with mischief.

"Now, what did I say about being a good girl, MC," he said. He bent to kiss her nose. "I want to watch as you take him."

Their dominance over her took her completely off guard, she had not expected it, but she would be lying if she said it didn't excite her. Garreth was usually softer, and this more dominant side of him was making her heart pound.

Her breaths quickened as Garreth pinned her hands to the mattress. She was stretched out on the bed, Leander lining himself up at her entrance with his dripping cock, his gaze was hungry, eyes blazing as he pressed the tip inwards.

MC parted her lips and writhed at the feel of him. His hand tightened on her hip, he pulled back a touch and then sank a little deeper, his eyes rolling at the tightness of her. He pushed in a little more, stretching her. "Fucking hell, that's tight," he groaned.

She whimpered, feeling the stretch. "More..."

"She wants it, Lee," Garreth said. He bent to whisper into her ear, his breath hot, torturing her, as her hair tickled her neck. "Tell him, MC. Tell him how much you want it."

"I do," she whined. She rolled her hips, her walls sliding deliciously over his girth. "Fuck me, please...fuck me," she begged.

He slowly pulled out until just the tip was inside, edging ever so carefully with it. His eyes locked with hers and he smirked, teasing her.

She literally growled at him. "Fucking tease!"

Garreth chuckled and looked up at Leander. "Best let her have it, mate."

Leander plunged in deeply and MC arched off the bed, her moan low and utterly feral as he filled her to her limit. She panted at the utter full feeling of him, and then he started to fuck.

She was losing her mind. He was relentless, his thrusts hard and deep, slamming into her, hitting her so deep she was practically wincing. Her arms wanted to flail, her fingers needed to grip, but Garreth was pinning her down. She was completely at their mercy and the fire of her need was twisting savagely in her gut. He felt amazing.

She surrendered herself to them, closing her eyes as her cries of pleasure spilled from her lips. Her body met with Leander's in a fleshy, wet slap, his fingers biting into her hip. She could hear his harsh breaths, his grunts, and the soft words that whispered from his mouth. "Feels so good...fuck...she's such a good girl."

MC glanced up at Garreth, he was watching intently, mouth slightly parted. His lips so soft and inviting. "Kiss me," she breathed. "Garreth..."

He released her hands, and his mouth claimed hers, the kiss surprisingly gentle, a comparison to the complete railing she was receiving at the other end. His hand smoothed to cup her breast, moulding her gently, thumb brushing over her sensitive peak.

Now that her hands were free, she fisted them in Garreth's hair, needing something to cling on because she was hurtling towards the edge, her body an inferno.

Leander groaned, his thrusts becoming loose, leaning forward as he buried himself deep, cock throbbing tightly as he found his release. He stilled, breathing hard for a moment before he pulled out and shifted her leg, hot cum spilling on to her thigh as he collapsed onto the bed beside her. Garreth broke their kiss and looked up.

"Fucking amazing," Leander sighed.

Garreth moved to look down at MC's dripping slit. He stroked a finger over her entrance and she moaned. Garreth was holding his hardening cock, stroking it as he slid his finger into her. "Mmm, so wet and full," he said.

"I can take more," she said.

Garreth nodded. He tapped the outside of her thigh. "Up you get then, sweetheart," he said. "I want to see you sitting on my cock."

With Garreth beneath her, and Leander behind her, MC slid on to Garreth's cock, rolling her hips. Garreth groaned, his hands on her, guiding her as she moved. His fit was a little more gentle, filling her nice and snug, his cock rubbing deliciously in all the right places.

Leander slid his arms around her, hands cupping her bare breasts, his mouth on her neck. Again, MC was overwhelmed at the feel of the both of them, heat gathering quickly as she fucked Garreth. Her pace was slower than Leander's urgent thrusts, her body was beginning to tire, but she had wanted them both, she was determined to take them both.

Pleasure tightened Garreth's face, and for once she had some control, she was doing this to him. She reached up to hold Leander's head, her fingers diving into his hair, ruffling his normally neat style. He slid a hand down over her stomach, a finger seeking out her clit, she bucked, groaning.

He began to circle his finger tightly against her, dipping lower to run it over Garreth's cock and scoop up the slick to ease his strokes. Garreth moaned at his touch and MC felt a tight flare of lust. She began to rut harder, her fingers gripping Leander's hair tighter as he worked her and teased Garreth.

She looked down, Leander's hand pleasuring her, Garreth's cock sliding in and out, coated in all three of their fluids. The erotic feel of it sent her over the edge. MC cried out as a second orgasm rocked her, her walls clenching and sucking around Garreth.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Leander moaned, into her ear. "Such a good girl, cumming on his cock like that."

Garreth groaned and sat up, one hand holding her hip, urging her to keep fucking, her walls clenching with aftershocks. He pressed hot kisses along her collar bone and up towards her neck, before he reached for Leander.

MC gasped, aroused beyond belief as Leander leant over her shoulder, pinning her between their bodies and pressed his mouth to Garreth's. MC's hips stuttered, seriously distracted at the sound of their wet, sloppy kiss.

Garreth rutted his hips upwards, and she ground against him, his grip tightened and then he broke his kiss with Leander, burying his face into her neck with a loud groan as his cock throbbed and pulsed with his climax.

They stilled, all three of them, breathing hard, wrapped in each other's limbs. Looks were shared between the three of them, she shifted to put a hand on each of their faces, and they both leant in to press kisses to her face. They leant their heads together, smiling.

"We should have done this years ago," Leander sighed. "That was brilliant."

Garreth shifted his eyes up to his best friend. "I agree."

MC felt warmth in her chest, love for the both of them. She had no regrets, none at all. What's more, she wouldn't say no to more. She grinned and pressed a kiss to each of their noses. "Well, I don't leave for another two days..."

Garreth and Leander exchanged a look. "Maybe we ought to get some sleep," Garreth said. "It's going to be a busy two days."

MC lay in the middle of the bed, Garreth and Leander on each side of her, pressed close. Her two favourites. She felt her eyes drifting closed and she couldn't remember a time when she had ever felt this happy. Or satisfied.

She snuggled down in between her two lions, enveloped in their combined scent and warmth, welcoming sleep, and very much looking forward to tomorrow.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #leander prewett smut #garreth weasley smut #leander prewett x MC x garreth Weasley #leander x mc x garreth smut #a ginger sandwich #three Gryffindors in a bed #blueraineshadows #leander prewett

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hornyforherbert · 4 months

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Hi, sorry I was the anon that said #59 with Justin it autocorrected, I meant to say #50

You Came Over Just To See My Cat? ✧ (Justin Herbert)

Prompt 50. “You came over just to see my cat?”

CW: Fluff, Kissing

WC: 2047

A/N: didn’t mean for this to get so long i got a little carried away, i hope you enjoy!

It had been a long day at work, filled with endless meetings and tight deadlines. As I finally stepped through the door of my small apartment, all I wanted was to unwind and relax. But then, out of nowhere, a thought struck me - I missed Nova, Justin's adorable Bengal cat. Without another moment’s hesitation, I grabbed my keys and headed straight to Justin’s house.

I knocked on his door and waited for a response. After a few moments of me standing there, the door swung open, revealing Justin standing there with a quizzical expression on his face. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I came over to see your cat," I replied with a mischievous grin. Justin chuckled. "You came over just to see my cat?" “Of course i did! Look at her," I said, gesturing towards Nova who had just appeared at the door, rubbing against my legs.

"She does seem pretty smitten with you," Justin remarked, a hint of mock jealousy in his tone. "I told you she likes me more," I said triumphantly, scooping up Nova into my arms and giving her a few affectionate scratches behind her ears.

"I can't argue with that," Justin conceded, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on in. I think she's been moping around the house ever since you last visited."

The warmth of Justin's home enveloped me as I stepped inside. Nova immediately made herself comfortable on my lap, purring contentedly. Justin led me to the living room, where we settled onto the couch and caught up on each other's lives. "So, how's work?" Justin asked, leaning back against the cushions. "Oh, you know, the usual chaos," I replied with a wry smile. "But enough about that. Tell me about your latest football adventures."

Justin launched into a series of hilarious anecdotes about his teammates and the ups and downs of the season. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he recounted the thrilling victories and the nail-biting matches. Time seemed to fly by as we laughed and chatted, with Nova nestled between us, occasionally swatting at Justin's fingers playfully. It was moments like these that made me grateful for our friendship and the easy camaraderie we shared.

Out of nowhere, Nova jumped off my lap and dashed out of the room, her tail held high. Justin and I exchanged a puzzled glance before we heard a loud meow, coming from the kitchen. "What the hell?" Justin muttered, getting up from the couch with me following close behind. We found Nova perched on the counter, batting at a vase that teetered precariously on the edge. "Nova, no!" I exclaimed, rushing over to scoop her up before disaster struck. She wriggled in my arms, protesting against being removed from her newfound plaything. "I swear, she's more trouble than she's worth sometimes," Justin said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, hush, you love her and you know it," I teased, giving Nova a gentle scolding before setting her back on the floor.

As I turned around, I caught Justin watching me with a soft look in his eyes. It was a look I had seen countless times before, but this time it lingered, making my heart flutter inexplicably. "What?" I asked, feeling slightly self-conscious under his gaze. "Nothing," Justin said with a small smile. "It's just nice to have you here." "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I mentally kicked myself for the slip, but Justin's smile only widened.

We returned to the living room and settled back onto the couch, the comfortable silence wrapping around us like a warm blanket. Outside, the sky darkened and the first stars began to twinkle into view.

"Remember that time we went stargazing?" Justin suddenly said, breaking the quiet. “How could I forget?" I laughed, the memory coming back in a rush. "We ended up getting lost on our way back, and you were convinced we were going to stumble upon Bigfoot." Justin chuckled. "In my defense, it was dark, and the woods were pretty spooky.” “sure, blame it on the spooky woods," I teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. Our laughter filled the room, light and carefree. It was moments like these that made the world seem a little brighter, a little kinder.

As the evening deepened, Justin fetched a few snacks from the kitchen, and we indulged in a mini feast, trading stories and inside jokes. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, shattering the cozy atmosphere that had settled over us. Justin frowned, glancing at the clock. "Who could that be at this hour?" “I'll go check," Justin said, getting up from the couch. Standing on the doorstep was one of Justin's teammates, Keenan, looking a little out of breath.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, man, but the coach needs to discuss the game plan with you. It's urgent," he said, between breaths. Justin's expression turned serious. "Alright, I'll head out now." "I can wait for you to get back," I said, reaching for my coat. Justin shook his head. "No, it'll probably take a while. You can head home. I'll see you tomorrow?" "Yeah, of course," I replied, attempting to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Good luck with the meeting."

Justin walked me to the door, giving me a quick but sincere hug. "Thanks for coming over. Nova always brightens up when you're around." "Any time," I said, managing to put on a small smile. "Take care, okay?" With a final wave, I stepped out into the chilly night and made my way back to my apartment.

But no matter how much I tried to shake it off, a sense of unease lingered in the pit of my stomach. The next day, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was bothering Justin. He seemed distracted and preoccupied during our conversations, and even Nova's antics failed to bring his usual cheerfulness back.

"Is everything alright?" I ventured, as we sat in the cozy comfort of his living room. Justin hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words. "I'm just really anxious about the upcoming game. It's a crucial match, and I can't afford any slip-ups." "I understand," I said, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, and I'll be there cheering you on the entire time." Justin gave me a grateful smile, and for a moment, the heaviness in his eyes lifted.

As the days passed, Justin threw himself into rigorous training, leaving little time for anything else. I tried to be there for him as much as I could, providing encouragement and a listening ear whenever he needed it. Finally, the day of the game arrived, and the stadium buzzed with anticipation. I sat in the stands, my heart pounding with nervous energy as I watched Justin lead his team onto the field. The game was intense, with both teams locked in a fierce battle for victory. Every touchdown, every interception sent the crowd into a frenzy, and I could feel the tension mounting with each passing minute. In the final moments of the game, Justin found himself with the ball in his hands, the fate of the match resting on his shoulders. The air crackled with expectation as he surveyed the field, searching for an opening.

Luckily, he spotted an opportunity, and with a determined gleam in his eyes, he launched into action. The stadium erupted into cheers as he flew across the field, dodging defenders with effortless grace. And then, with a powerful throw, the ball soared through the air, landing squarely in the waiting hands of his teammate, who sprinted towards the end zone, securing the winning touchdown.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as the final whistle blew, signaling the chargers victory. On the field, Justin was embraced by his teammates, his face beaming with joy and relief. As the crowd began to disperse, I made my way down to the field, eager to congratulate Justin on the hard-earned win.

He spotted me from a distance and made his way through the throng of well-wishers, a radiant smile lighting up his features. "Y/N, I can't believe we did it!" Justin exclaimed, enveloping me in a bear hug. "You were amazing out there," I said, pulling back to look at his beaming face. "It's all thanks to your support," Justin said earnestly. "I couldn't have done it without you by my side." I laughed, feeling a spark of pride. "I told you I'd be there cheering you on. I'm just glad it all paid off."

As we made our way out of the stadium, the air was alive with jubilant energy. Justin's teammates clapped him on the back and offered their congratulations, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the camaraderie that bound them together. We headed back to Justin's house, where a small celebration was underway.

His teammates and a few close friends had gathered to toast their victory, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. Nova weaved her way through the crowd, basking in the attention and occasional ear scratch from the guests. Justin and I found ourselves caught up in the revelry, exchanging stories and reliving the most thrilling moments of the game. As the evening wore on, the guests began to filter out, leaving only a few close friends behind.

Justin and I found ourselves in the quiet of the living room, the remnants of the celebration scattered around us. “I can't thank you enough for being here today," Justin said, his expression earnest. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything," I replied, giving his shoulder a friendly nudge. "You're my lucky charm, you know that?" Justin said, a twinkle in his eye. "I think I need you at all my games from now on." I laughed. "Well, if it means witnessing more victories like today, then I'm definitely up for the challenge."

Justin leaned back against the couch, a thoughtful look flitting across his features. "I've been meaning to ask you something." “What is it?" I ventured, suddenly feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. "Well, with everything that's been happening, I've been doing a lot of thinking," Justin began, his gaze fixed on mine. "Thinking about what?" I prompted, my heart pounding in my chest. "About us," Justin said, his voice steady.

"I know I've been caught up in football and everything, but I've realized that having you by my side makes everything better. You're my best friend, Y/N, and so much more." I felt my breath catch in my throat, my mind reeling with the weight of his words. "Justin, what are you saying?" "I'm saying that I love you, Y/N," Justin said, his eyes searching mine. "I want to be more than just friends. I want to be with you, if you'll have me." My heart swelled with a mix of joy and disbelief. I had never dared to hope for more, but here was Justin, laying his feelings bare before me. "I love you too, Justin," I whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I've always loved you." And then, without another word, Justin leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle, tender kiss. It felt like the world around us faded away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the promise of a future together.

From that day on, Justin and I went through the ups and downs of life together, hand in hand. Our love only grew stronger with each passing day, and Nova remained a steadfast presence, ensuring that our days were filled with laughter, joy, and the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. And as I looked back on the events that had brought us to this moment, I couldn't help but feel gratitude for a certain Bengal cat who had unwittingly played matchmaker, bringing Justin and me together in the most unexpected way imaginable. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Justin, Nova, and I found ourselves woven into the tapestry of each other’s lives, and i wouldn’t want it any other way.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you to the anon who requested this. (I had a draft for this but it disappeared so I had to rewrite it, sorry for the delay!)

You do NOT have permission to repost (reblogs are good) or copy my work.

#nfl imagine #justin herbert #nfl #justin herbert fanfic #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #la chargers #nfl fanfic #hope you like it #this took fucking forever #but we all need some fluff

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differenteagletragedy · 2 months

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Baxter thought that going back to Golden Grove after so many years away might have been a good experience. Healing, in a way. He at least believed that he wouldn't feel like a walking open wound like he did when he'd left.

But, like so many times before, he was wrong.

Being back in his old hometown left him with a particular kind of ache, one that he was hardly expecting. He'd wanted to reclaim it in a way, walk you down the streets he use to ride his bike on when he was a kid, show you everything -- only his happiest memories. But every single place looked dark now without the hazy happy light of youth to blur it into something better.

He thought that when he saw the old convenience store that he'd think of the boys club, picking out snacks with Qiu and Ren, sustenance for adventures. He'd always reminisced on his own, it had always been a sad thing, but he wanted to desperately for it to turn happy with you. Instead, he pictured the last time he and his old friends came there together, how distant things felt and how hard he tried to hold onto them, how frustrated he was that he just couldn't seem to do it.

Moments like that kept happening -- you wanted to see his dance studio, see the place where that passion was born, but driving by hurt so much that Baxter made an excuse as to why you couldn't stop. When the car passed by the diner, you suggested the two of you pop in for lunch, and his hands clenched the steering wheel so hard they hurt.

After a few times, he stopped making excuses. Not because he was adapting, but because you stopped asking.

That night in the hotel, he felt so incredibly on edge in a way that he hadn't in a long time. He thought he'd been gone from this place long enough to have put all his old hurts behind him, or that at least he'd buried them down deep enough that they wouldn't pop up again, but he was wrong. Being back here, being reminded of how broken he'd been here, was a nightmare. He was scared.

And when he got scared, he pushed people away.

"It's ok," you told him softly, kneeling on the bed behind him as he sat on the edge, wrapping your arms around him. "It's ok to be sad."

Baxter wanted nothing more in that moment than to be the kind of person who could easily accept that kindness, but in Golden Grove, he'd morphed back into that pitiful little boy he was then -- cold, distant, pushing the best parts of himself down so they didn't get hurt. He pried your arms off of his shoulders and let them drop.

You were sweet -- you were always too sweet to him. You put your hands back on his shoulders, gave him a kiss on the cheek, tried to console him. Every tender touch drove home the thought -- the fact -- that he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you.

He stood, walking to the window. From there, he could see so much of the town. The backdrop to his beginnings, the place where he'd grown and been taught how worthless he was. He still remembered the whispered remarks he heard about himself, the dirty looks, every one of them well-earned.

Golden Grove felt like a black hole then, one that was quickly swallowing him up. He knew he wouldn't be there forever, it would be just a few short days until he was back in sunny California, but at that moment, he didn't feel like this feeling would ever leave him.

So he left you.

Baxter heard himself distantly telling you his thoughts -- a carefully calm version of them, anyway. It was reminiscent of the way he'd broken up with you years ago after the summer you spent together in Sunset Bird, with him assuring you that you wouldn't miss him, not really, and that he wouldn't bother you again. He blocked out your tears as best he could, and your pleas for him to just stop and talk about things. He'd already made up his mind.

It was easy enough, logistically, he thought. You didn't live together, and you didn't even live in Prism Vista -- it was a long distance relationship you'd formed since Jude and Scott's wedding, and he could make that distance work in his favor now. And before he ran the risk of letting himself be swayed by you, he started putting the distance in place right away by grabbing his bag, still unpacked, and leaving the room.

He wouldn't make this mistake again, he thought to himself. Because that's what you'd been, a mistake, he was sure of it. A beautiful, warm, life-changing mistake that he'd never make again.

You'd be all right, Baxter knew that. You'd find someone soon enough, someone who could give you everything he couldn't.

And as for him, he wouldn't be foolish enough to love someone again. Not ever.

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter war x mc #baxter ward x you #i don't care if this is out of character i did it for the angst

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myheadsgonenumb · 11 months

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Frappe

They came down from the Palatine hill as the sun was setting, holding hands and feeling a sleepy sense of peace in the heat. Sirius caught sight of a ginger cat, one of the many strays which roamed the city, that looked inordinately like Crookshanks, and he tugged Remus through the winding streets until they had caught up, and Italian Crookshanks had allowed Sirius to pet him.

They had ended up outside a little cafe, which had a green shade pulled over the tables and chairs, and looked gloomy and cool… a refreshing relief after a day in the sun. ‘Shall we get a drink?’ Remus asked.

Sirius looked at the menu board:

Espresso

Cappuccino

Caffe Latte

Frappe

Macchiato

Mochaccino

He sighed. ‘Why does nowhere foreign ever just do a decent cup of tea?’

Remus squeezed his hand fondly, and gave him a kiss - he tasted of sunshine and strawberries. ‘You are such a barbarian, Padfoot,’ he said, smiling.

Word Count: 159

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #missing moment from “it wouldn't be an adventure without you”#wolfstar in rome #wolfstar microfic #frappe

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forest-mouse · 6 months

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1. Stede killed for the first time. Everything inside me tightened when I saw that scene. I probably felt what Ed felt. His emotions in that moment were hard to watch. As someone who has experienced all the shit of pirate life, he didn't want Stede to go down that path. He didn't want Stede to become the person Ed despises in himself. I prayed to all the gods that Stede wouldn't do it, that someone would stop him. But it happened. He believed he had to do it for the sake of the crew, for himself, and for his development as a pirate. But it's complete self-deception because it goes completely against his nature. That's what his childhood flashbacks showed. It hurt him back then, and it hurts him now.

2. The sex, I think, was a mistake as it happened. Both of them. Ed asked not to rush, and Stede accepted that, but they both just gave in to it on emotions to release the emotional tension. The sex wasn't about feelings, emotions, or each other; it was about saving themselves and escaping from their traumatic experiences. And it's understandable why Ed regretted it afterwards. I think it would have been better if Ed had stopped Stede from acting impulsively and talked to him. But blaming only Ed for the missed opportunity is wrong because they were both not in a good place.

3. Stede and Ed currently have different ideas about their future together, and I dare say that there isn't one yet. They still have a lot to discuss and find compromises on. When Ed was talking to the kids, he told them that he and Stede are hotel owners, not pirates – it was said as a joke, but it's not a joke for Ed. It's the future he wants with Stede. But he didn't say it to Stede's face because he's afraid (remember 1x9) that Stid will run away again and won't agree to retire with him. That's why he keeps silent.

And it's precisely for this reason that he decided to leave and become a fisherman on his own, without telling Stede. He's afraid of being rejected again. So, it's better if I do it myself. He's incredibly tired of pirate life and wants to escape, while Stede is still at his peak.

They are at different stages of the same journey. I don't think we will see Ed Blackbeard's growth and development because they show that through Stede. The whole journey from beginning to end. And I think at the end of the road (at the end of Season 3), Stede will realize that this isn't for him, that he played pirates enough, and he'll get tired, and only then will he be fully ready to settle down with Ed in a quiet place and manage the hotel. This will happen only when it becomes the limit of Stede's dreams.

Do you know why this will definitely happen? Murders, cruelty - they completely contradict Stede's essence. They didn't show us flashbacks from his childhood for no reason. He has always been and will remain inclined towards beauty and tenderness. Let's also remember that Jenkins constantly talks about toxic masculinity in society and what it means to be a man.

For Stede, piracy was a way to escape from the boring routine, an idealized fairy tale, an adventure, but not killings and cruelty. That's why he called himself the Gentleman of Pirates.

And when he realizes that his true nature contradicts the real pirate life, when he gets tired of the cruelty, only then will he truly understand Ed and see his dream as his own dream, and only then will they truly be happy together.

Ed has already gone through this path. Ed has already realized the horrors of such a life. Stede still has it ahead of him.

#our flag means death #ofmd #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd ed teach #ofmd stede #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers

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kyokutsu-sama · 4 months

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Red Desire

A/n : I remember posting a fic with him last year on this day too, so this year I wanted to end this year in the same way🤭😏 Tw: Smut content below

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A dimly lit room with a tense and hot atmosphere that hung in the air, your hands occasionally struggling behind your back tied by the rope that scratched your wrists. Everyone knew that the captain of the thirteen divisions was given to romance, his charm lived up to that, but not everything was rosy. Sometimes they were deeper fantasies, not those that included hurting to feel pleasure, he was incapable of hurting his loved one. He was doing it just to let you know he was a happy medium between softness and an insatiable desire for you. Seeing you struggling to try to free yourself so you could touch him for the next moment turned him on a little.

Even without looking at him, you felt his eyes on every corner of your naked body on his mattress. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed drinking sake and smiling, seeing how the blush on your cheeks kept increasing since he had kept you there, tied up and covered in petals of roses. You were so perfect in his eyes that he had to restrain himself from advancing directly to the final phase of that little adventure. He placed the glass on the bedside table and you shivered and even more so when he got up and sat on the bed, getting close to you.

"Don't be embarrassed, Y/n-chan, I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, you said that you trusted me, why are you looking away like that?" He said, running the back of his hand across your cheek, caressing it "I-I'm not embarrassed, it's just…" You stuttered a little, feeling the tension increase when he got close to you "Just?" He continued your sentence. "Do you want me, is that it?" He moved his hand from your cheek to your collarbone

You couldn't use your words and just nodded, he smiled and bent over you, placing a kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes for a moment when he came down and his nose brushed yours. You could feel his breath so close and it only made the heat between your thighs increase.

"Look at you, dear, your face is red like these rose petals, do I cause this to you?" He spoke close to your eyes and you opened your eyes to see him right in front of you "Yes…" You whisper and he raises his hand back, from your collarbone to your chin "You still haven't answered my other question, I want to hear your beautiful voice" He brought his lips to your neck. "Do you want me?" He asked again in his low and hoarse voice "Yes, I need you so much" Your voice sounded like a whisper and trailing a light whimper "Well well, I will take great care of you, my dear flower" He moved away from your ear to look you in the eyes

He placed a small kiss against your lips and then held your face, deepening his tongue against yours and you rubbed your thighs together feeling goosebumps caused by his lips running all over your body. He kept his forearm resting on the mattress while he remained next to your body and devouring your lips, his hand caressed the base of your neck and you moaned slightly when he grabbed it.

He then bent down to kiss your collarbone and breasts, making you arch a little. You wanted to touch him so much, grab his hair while he sucked your breasts, tasting your skin, slightly sweaty but so sweet at the same time. Your slit was already dripping, throbbing for attention.

You moaned as you moved your hands, trying to free yourself but it seems impossible, he had tied a good knot that no matter how much you fought you wouldn't be able to free yourself.

"Your breasts are so beautiful and sweet…I could kiss it all day" He whispered against your skin and you whimpered "Please…" You tried to speak between moans. "Touch me" You said and he looked at you smiling "Do you want me to touch you?" He raised an eyebrow "Yes, please"

He understood what you wanted but still didn't miss the opportunity to tease you once again. He moved one hand down, the tips of his fingers brushing the skin from the valley of your breasts, the skin of your belly until they finally touched your mound and he looked at you again with a teasing look.

"Here?" He asked "In... the middle" You felt your cheeks burn and he smiled as he ran his hand down your thigh "Open for me, baby" He leaned over your lips and whispered

You opened your legs which were shaking a little, you were so wet and warm down there that when the tips of his fingers touched your flushed flesh, you tilted your hips a little and rolled your eyes. He saw how you reacted to his touch and that pleased him, seeing you so delighted by him made him want to touch you even more.

How could he deny giving pleasure to the person he loved so much? Pleasing you was what he loved to do most.

"Do you want me to touch you here?" He whispered close to your lips as he ran two fingers through your wet and slippery slit "Yes, right there…ohh that feel so good" You moaned, your body shuddering and wanting to release itself

He placed himself between your legs and lifted your hips, resting them on top of his thighs, you tilted your head back with the sudden movement and whimpered when his fingers touched you again. One hand was using his fingers to work on your bud while the other used two fingers to work inside you and explore your viscosity and heat, going deeper and faster, making you arch and writhe on top of the mattress. At the same time he was giving you pleasure, the excitement in his pants was also starting to show signs that he wanted to be released, he sighed heavily, seeing the first drops run out of your slit, he knew you were close and he quickened his movements with both his fingers and his thumb around your sensitive spot. You couldn't hold back and you felt the small impression inside your belly like thousands of butterflies moving at the same time, he caused all of this in you and you loved it.

His fingers were covered with your fluid when you came, he took them to his lips, tasting you. Your legs spread over his lap and your mouth half-open with labored breathing, some petals still remained on you and that was making the sight excite him even more.

"It's getting hard not to want to fuck you when you look like that in front of me, you're so beautiful" He said, bending down to kiss you

His kiss was more intense and needy than before, you knew that was also turning him on. His hardness brushed against your exposed and sensitive slit, it made you raise your hips a little to rub against him and he broke away from the kiss looking at you.

"Are you that needy?" He grabbed one of your thighs as he rubbed against your slit and you bit your lip "Give it to me, I want it" You whispered against his lips and looking into his eyes, half-open and covered in desire "I'll give it to you"He kissed your neck, sucking and leaving some marks there

He took one hand to the hem of his pants and removed them, releasing his hard dick, making you let out a moan against his lips when the tip brushed your folds. He moved away from your lips and moved your hips against his as he began to enter you slowly making you squirm as you felt him filling you, one of his hands held your chin and made you look into his eyes as he placed himself completely inside of you. His eyes, his body, everything about him revealed desire and a desire to have you there and at that moment.

"You're so tight…" He groan as he thrust into you, still at the same slow and torturous pace that only made you arch and ask for more

You wanted so much to let go, you wanted so much to grab him and kiss him, that feeling was driving you crazy and almost made you come again even without him having done much to you. He held onto your hips, pushing inside you and not being able to stop himself from giggling when he saw you roll your eyes and tilt your head back, he was loving seeing you struggling to free yourself, to touch him too. He thought about untying your hands but you were looking too pretty at that moment for him to do so.

"Shunsui, faster"A plea left your lips and he hurried just as you had asked

He wouldn't deny any of your requests if it gave you pleasure, he knew what you liked, he knew the way you liked it but he preferred to hear you begging for it.

Your back arched, your lips still parted releasing sounds getting louder each time his body collided with yours, you tried to keep your shaking legs around his waist as much as you could to keep him close to you. You wanted to feel every little piece of him inside you. Your walls were so tight, he could tell you were close. He was loving the feeling.

"Ohh you're taking me so well…your insides are so warm and tight, that fell so good" He said thrusting into you and caressing your sensitive bud with his fingers and watching your slit ooze

You closed your eyes, feeling tears of pleasure prick the corners of your eyes, your body squirming on top of the tossed sheets. Your captain seemed to be enjoying the sight he had in front of his eyes, he couldn't hide the desire and lust in his eyes, seeing how you fought more and more to free yourself from the ropes he had placed on you hands only brought him closer to fill you up. He moved his fingers around your clit faster, seeing your legs weaken and even though you tried, you couldn't hold back and your fluids ended up squirting out all over his length, he released a grunt and smiled at you.

"My poor flower ! Was it too much for you to handle?" He bent down next to your ear whispering "I…I can't" You whimpered and he kissed you "Yes, you can, I know you'll take… everything" His breathless and heavy breathing against your lips made your head spin

Your hole throbbed and dripped as he went deeper and deeper into you, you wanted more even though your body was too exhausted for it. He connected his lips with yours again, muffling your moans as he came hard into you, filling your emptiness with his heat and viscosity until it was sliding out of you. His forehead was against yours as both of your panting breaths met, you let go of his waist and let your legs fall onto the mattress, still shaking and weak.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, looking into your tired eyes "Yes" You said exhaling "You did well my dear" He kissed your cheek before turning you on your side and untying your hands

He hugged you close to him again and kissed you once more, running his hands down your bare back, caressing your skin with his fingertips as you fell asleep.

#bleach #bleach fandom #shunsui kyoraku #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #kyoraku shunsui x reader #smut writing

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noroi1000 · 8 months

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❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 03

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Summary: He used to do that when he desperately wanted to hear you softly say you loved him. Because he loved it when you said it. Even though you turn red when you say it and you can't stop it.Especially when you see that smile of his.

A/N: I just realized that some people want details of what the first time of Gojo and reader looked like. It will be special for you 😏

Your sensei placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he stood near the sturdy front door. His back curved to reach you without any problems. To make it easier for him, you stood on your tiptoes with your hands on his shoulders.

It was a small and tender gesture. A gesture that showed that he was older. A little kiss on the forehead that the elders can give the younger ones. Parents to children. Senpai for his kohai. Sensei for the student...

He turned out to be older than you. But none of that bothered you or him. He is not so old that you would think of him as an old man. He is an adult. You are an adult too.

If you were still at school, you wouldn't see him now... Because he's a first-years teacher. And you would be third-year now. As a full-fledged sorcerer. You would only go to school to train.

However, you left that life as a sorcerer. For him. You don't want to be a sorcerer. Your sensei always extended a helping hand to you. He always gave you a hand when you needed help. It doesn't matter at what point. Whether at the beginning or end of your adventure in Jujutsu High. He was always there. And you didn't want to be a sorcerer anymore. Because you hated the pain you live in. Or otherwise. You hated the pain you used to live in. You wanted to leave Jujutsu High when the person closest to you turned away from you. Because you thought Gojo-sensei didn't want you as a student, much less as anything else. You thought he regretted your first sudden kiss. Because he was avoiding you.

But now everything is different.

His kisses never miss you. He is always with you and never leaves. There's never a moment where he refuses you. Because he loves you.

For the fact that he helped you so much and supported you, you repay him with love. The love he wants. You repay him by being with him and always will be.

You will never be sad. You will never cry. You will smile for him. Those red cheeks can only be seen by him. No one more. Only him, and always been only him.

An innocent bunny captured by a dangerous predator.

His dream is when he can lie next to you on the bed and keep you with him forever. Your smaller body lies beneath him as you blush and surrender to him. You smile when you want to smile. Because he knows all your body's reactions. And he knows when you're happy. He has already learned the reflexes of your body. He started learning it when he was still teaching you in school.

He knew when you were happy. He knew when you were worried. He knew when you were sad. He knew when you were hurt. He knew when you were lying and when you were telling the truth.

He knew when you felt good.

"Will you be gone long?" you asked sweetly.

"I'll be back before you know it, baby." He wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you against his chest.

When you wanted to bring your head to him for a hug, he picked you up and held you. You sat on his shoulder and stared at his blindfolded eyes.

You feel so small again. So weak compared to him. That's who you're supposed to be. You're supposed to be tiny. You don't have to be strong.

You feel as if you are his student again. As if your sensei now held you and carried you when you were tired after the mission.

Your fingers unconsciously and slowly made their way to his blindfold, and you stroked his covered in black brow bone. A thumb stroking the skin next to his eye. Even though you could feel the material under your finger, its warmth was there too. One hand placed on his shoulder as you held on not to fall. The other hand gently traveled over his face. A finger lightly brushes the corner of his mouth.

His eyes weren't on you. You haven't seen his eyes. You felt brave. Just like when you found him in his office while he was sleeping. That was over two years ago. But you still remember what happened there.

He was sleeping then. He was oblivious to your gaze. And you liked that moment. Because he didn't know you were looking at him.

You could stick your fingers in his cheeks to see if he's asleep or awake. But you gave up on something like that. Because maybe he would wake up then?

You were living that moment now. You remember his calm breathing as he slept. I'm sure he's tired of work. Tired of constant missions and extra tasks. Tired of teaching you the basics. He mastered these basics years ago. And now he had to teach you over and over again. You now know the basics of cursed techniques. But this knowledge is of no use to you.

Unless there comes a point in your life where you need to remember your sensei's teachings. While he was teaching you how to use your technique.

Perhaps such a moment will come.

There may come a time in your life when you have to fight for your future.

But honestly, you hope that doesn't happen. You don't want to lose what you have now.

But if you were to fight to keep what you have, you'd want to win.

You placed your lips gently between his eyes on his blindfold.

"Aww, kawaiiiii~."

Hearing that hum with a frivolous voice, you pulled back and looked at his cocky smile. Your face automatically turned red as you realized he was standing there and he wasn't sleeping.

You lived that moment. That is, the moment when he innocently slept. He didn't know you were there. While he was sleeping, you petted him. That was last week too! He didn't know it was like that! Because his eyes were closed!

You didn't see his blue balls, so you knew he was sleeping. He was in bed with you. So sweet. So handsome.

You can't call him cute. Because he thinks you're cute.

You were sure he wouldn't see it or say anything about it. Soft kisses and touches on his face and arms. He liked it. But when he was sleeping, you could do it without his face turning red at the sight of his smile.

And now you just did it feeling like he was sleeping. You haven't seen his eyes. His hair and face looked so soft. You felt cozy and warm.

That's why you did what you wanted.

You gently caressed his cheeks. You gave him a kiss. Because since you couldn't see his eyes, it felt like he had his eyes closed and was asleep. So you got brave and did it.

Your impression has deceived you. You cuddled him knowing he was sleeping. Because you remembered the moments when he really slept.

Your fingers continued to grip his cheek as you stared with slightly widened eyes at his smile.

"(y/n)-chan, do that more often. It's a really nice feeling." He said and you still saw his toothy grin. "You know... I know that feeling... I often felt something similar every time I fell asleep next to you. Did you do that to me?"

Your face was as red as a tomato.

Did he know about it?

Or maybe he was awake and kept his eyes closed then?

Ughhh, it's so embarrassing. You like touching his face gently and stroking him like that...

It's as relaxing for you as it is for him...

But when he found out about it, that's a whole different story! He knows now and he will keep telling you that you did! He loved teasing you like that! That's why you know it will happen! He will say that he wants you to do that to him. But during this you will see his smile which will show that he is teasing you!

You covered half your face with one hand.

"Aww, don't be shy now. That was a beautiful, brave move, honey. It's very pleasant. But next time do that to me when I'm awake, fine?"

"No way!" You groaned, still hiding your face.

"Eeeew.... Why?... My kawaii-chan doesn't love me anymore..."

"I-It's not like that!"

"My ex-student doesn't love me..."

"S-Sensei!"

"She doesn't want to touch me... It's sad... (y/n)-chan doesn't love me..."

His sad-dog face didn't change. He faked a sad voice and also tried to make it look like he was crying.

He wasn't really sad.

He used to do that when he desperately wanted to hear you softly say you loved him. Because he loved it when you said it. Even though you turn red when you say it and you can't stop it. Especially when you see that smile of his.

"Sensei... I..."

"My baby doesn't love me..."

You could swear he'd draw fake tears for himself if he could.

"....I love you... Satoru..." You moaned softly and squeezed your eyes shut.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you honey~."

"Don't make me say it a second time! I know you heard it!"

"Aww, Do not hide. Okay okay. Come here." His fingers cupped your chin and caught your lips in a gentle kiss that slowly turned into a hungry one.

Same as your first one.

The tongue that slid lightly over your bottom lip. An alien warmth that is now familiar spread inside your mouth. Inside your body. His warm lips on yours as he held you in his arms.

Being submissive in the kiss, you let him dominate your lip movements. Soft but strong lips holding yours. His jaw opening yours.

With humming, he pulled away from your lips, watching your smaller lips wet from the kiss.

"Will you walk me out before I go to work?"

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