Late Bloomer II W/ Gepard .

late bloomer II w/ Gepard .

desc. : Ain't no way that I'm projecting, look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't be an emotional wreck before he managed to ask you out (wc : 2.1k)

tags / cw : sfw, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, just fluff, more of Gepard's emotional well-being, he actually asks you out in this one, edited post-release

index : part I

Gepard's newfound infatuation had taken hold of him like a whirlwind, sweeping him into a realm of emotions he had never experienced before. He found himself working less overtime, opting to spend his free time cooking or tending to flowers instead of training. Somehow, he even managed to keep his plants alive this time, but it was probably because of him actually watering them instead of disappearing for nights on end to work. Still, he liked to think the meaning was deeper than that. 

Despite his growing fondness for his hobbies, intrusive thoughts of the girl he had met wormed their way into his mind. Gepard wasn't as secretive about his crush as he had thought he was either, and nearly every one of his soldiers could tell that something was up with the Captain. His usually steady hands shook ever so slightly, betraying the storm of butterflies that fluttered about his heart. He seemed to have a permanent flush dusted across his ears, often heard humming to himself in his office when he thinks he's alone. His leg even continued to bounce in annoyance while he rushed to finish his paperwork. Everyone knew that something (or rather, someone) had captured the Captain’s heart, even if he didn't openly confess to it himself. 

He’d caught glimpses of her a few times since their accidental encounter, witnessing her traversing to and from Qlipoth Fort. With each passing sighting, the bandage on her head grew smaller, and the memory of their first meeting began to fade into the recesses of his mind. Yet, despite his longing to speak to her, Gepard found himself paralyzed by a suffocating shyness that consumed him from within. He couldn’t help but gaze wistfully while the butterflies and rose petals consumed his guts from the inside.

It was almost sickening, how lovestruck the poor boy had become, but he couldn't shake the grip it had on him. But Gepard's fear stemmed from the awkwardness of their initial encounter. He dreaded the possibility that his mere presence would reignite those uncomfortable feelings, further solidifying him as an intimidating figure in her eyes. Except, the way he stared her down from a distance didn’t help one bit, and she was fully aware of his piercing gaze on the back of her head. 

Lost in his confusion and yearning, Gepard found himself seeking solace once again at the Neverwinter workshop. The fear of losing his own sanity pushed him to visit his sister's sanctuary after work, oblivious to the curious glances he received as he marched through town with a purposeful stride that bordered on madness. But who could blame him? His once orderly life had been turned on its head by a chance encounter with a girl. As he entered the workshop, he hastily shut the door behind him, having piqued the interest of Serval stationed behind the counter.

"Oh? And what's got you in such a hurry, brother dearest?" She inquired, a hint of mischief laced in her tone. Serval sets down her tools, raising an eyebrow at Gepard's continued silence. While he looked confident on the outside, he was melting down inside. It took him a minute to swallow the lump in his throat before he could speak, his voice trembling slightly. 

"It's her," he admitted, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing, "The girl I told you about, I can't stop thinking about her…" Gepard sighed heavily in defeat, and the warmth creeping up his neck at his embarrassing revelation urged him to tug at his collar. Suddenly, his shoes seemed very interesting to him. 

Serval’s eyes widened momentarily, before a knowing grin spread across her lips, "Ah, the mysterious girl who shook the unshakeable Captain. You've been thinking of her all this time?" 

Gepard nodded, blush creeping higher up his cheeks. "I've been considering, well… Talking to her again. But it's not easy for me, you know that." 

Serval’s expression brightened. "You should know better than to doubt yourself like that," she chirped, making her way around the counter to stand in front of him. "You can do it, Gepard. You talk to people all the time! Just don’t treat her like a fugitive and you’ll be fine," she assured, hand playfully mussing up his hair.

"Thanks…" he uttered, gently swiping her hand away. “You don’t always have to treat me like a kid, you know…”

“Yeah…” Serval sighed, a cheeky little smile playing upon her lips, “But other big sisters got to tease their little brothers about their crushes too, so it’s my turn now.” She chuckled, placing both hands on her hips, “Tell you what, next time you see her? Just go talk to her. Don’t even think about it.”

Gepard let out an internal sigh as he bid farewell to his sister and stepped out of the workshop. He couldn't help but find Serval's advice both frustrating and thought-provoking. Deep down, he knew she was right. Perhaps he was overcomplicating matters with his hesitation. Walking through the bustling streets of the town, he allowed his thoughts to wander. The complicated swirl of emotions that gripped his heart couldn't be easily dismissed or resolved. It was true that he was inexperienced in matters of the heart, but he had to start somewhere. He couldn't continue to hide behind his shyness and reluctance. 

Gepard reached a turning point, realizing that wearing his heart on his sleeve was the only way forward. He needed to confront his feelings head-on, even if it meant risking rejection or embarrassment. The thought of continuing to dwell in uncertainty and missed opportunities was no longer tolerable. It was time to cast aside his reservations and let his feelings be known. The road ahead was uncertain, but Gepard was willing to embrace the journey, no matter the outcome.

Yet, his steps faltered as he turned the corner at Qlipoth Fort, his resolve crumbling like a fragile facade. There she was, standing at the bottom of the steps, engrossed in conversation with another soldier. His heart leaped into his throat, and he could feel the familiar fluttering return. Despite catching a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, she seemed oblivious to his presence, focused on her task at hand. After handing the soldier a stack of papers, she turned to pick up some boxes and set off on her way again. 

Watching her retreating figure, Gepard felt the desperate pull of his heartstrings, urging him to pursue her before she disappeared from his sight again. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he closed the distance between them. With each step, Gepard's mind raced, searching for the right words, the right approach. He couldn't afford to be shy or hesitant anymore. This was his chance to bridge the gap between them. As he drew near, Gepard cleared his throat, his voice steady. “Excuse me,” he said, catching the attention of the girl. 

She turned her head suddenly, eyes blown wide at the sight of him. “Captain? A-Are you here to arrest me?” She inquired, a hint of shock and disbelief in her tone. 

Gepard’s heart immediately sank to his boots at the thought of her fearing his presence, and he quickly shook his head, voice filled with reassurance. “No, no, not at all! I’m not here to arrest you,” he replied, tone gentle yet earnest. “I actually…” He trailed off, eyes struggling to meet hers, “I wanted to talk to you. If that’s alright.”

Her guard lowered a little, a mix of curiosity and confusion flashed across her features. “Talk? About what?” she asked, her tone cautious.

Gepard shifted his weight anxiously, but he tried his best to maintain eye contact, conveying his sincerity. “I wanted to see how you’re doing. And… Well,” deep breaths, Gepard, “To apologize for our last encounter. It was a complete accident, and I didn’t mean to startle you. I hope you’ve recovered well from your injury.”

Her expression softened, and she seemed to relax a little, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Thank you, but it’s me who should be apologizing. And I appreciate your concern, Captain, I’m doing much better now. It was just a small injury.” 

“I’m glad to hear that,”  Gepard mustered a small smile, relieved that he had broken through their awkward barrier. “If it’s not too forward of me to ask, I was wondering…” his gaze flickered down to the boxes she was holding, “Would you like some help with those boxes? It would be my pleasure to assist you.”

She hesitated for a moment, unsure of his intentions. He was the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, after all. Who would she be to steal his time? But he was the one offering his assistance. “I would appreciate that, actually…”

Gepard stepped forward, carefully taking one of the boxes from her hold. “You can call me Gepard, by the way. No need for formalities,” he said, his voice warm.

Gepard let her lead the way, and this time a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t suffocating like their last meeting, and definitely not life-threatening in any way. If he was being honest, every moment spent in her company made Gepard feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest, but he managed to keep himself cool. Just about. Gepard's shyness gradually gave way to genuine curiosity and a desire to know more about the girl before him. Conversation flowed naturally, sprinkled with light banter and the casual joke here and there.

Eventually, the conversation was steered towards work-related matters, and Gepard became curious about her profession. Although her responses were initially guarded, she quickly became heated with frustration the more she spoke about it. She revealed that she worked for the government, and that the recent stir with the new Supreme Guardian had caused her quite the headache, in terms of paperwork. The archives had to be updated, and every piece of official documentation needed to be copied and filed accordingly. She explained the long hours and demanding responsibilities that came with her position, mirroring Gepard's own dedication to his duties.

Outside of work, both of them didn’t have time for personal pursuits or social interactions, engrossed in their respective responsibilities. Gepard even shared his own apprehensions about his job, going as far as telling her some of the strange things his soldiers had gotten up to. His heart fluttered each time her laughter chimed through his ears, and he felt it sinking deeper and deeper into the fluffy, petal-ridden, butterfly-warzone of his chest. When he noticed her steps began to slow down, he too changed his pace.

The girl paused, and Gepard noticed they had arrived at her doorstep. As she moved to unlock the front door of her home, he couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness crash down on him. She placed the boxes inside and turned back to face him, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you for your assistance today, Captain," she beamed, but then corrected herself, "I mean, Gepard."

Gepard smiled, trying to swallow down the fluttering of butterfly wings that filled the expanse of his chest. One wrong move and it felt like they may have flown from his mouth as he spoke. The love that consumed him threatened to overflow, but he managed to keep his composure. He didn't want to overwhelm her (or himself, for the record) with his feelings just yet. "It was my pleasure," he replied, tone laced with sincerity.

After exchanging greetings, they found themselves standing on the threshold of her home. As she began to close the door, Gepard felt a sudden surge of courage that took him by surprise. Every fibre of his being yelled at him to go for it. “Wait,” he said, hastily putting his hand up to the door before she could close it completely. Curiosity flickered in her eyes as she reopened it, tilting her head inquisitively.

“Uhm, yes?” She asked, eyes widening with anticipation. “Is there something else you need, Captain?”

Gepard took a deep breath, attempting to still his racing heart and shaking hands. With each passing moment, his face grew warmer as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he mustered enough courage to ask, “Would you like to… Get a coffee with me sometime?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but a gentle smile soon graced her features. “I would love to,” she replied, warmth blooming in her chest. As she watched him shuffle so innocently on her doorstep, face flushed with a rosy hue, she couldn’t help but see him in a different light. Perhaps the tall Silvermane Captain wasn’t as scary as she first anticipated after all…

my brain is so mushy after writing all dis n my exam was all long questions... i mentioned butterflies so much can u tell my exam was abt insect diversity siigghhh... heart eyes for geppie rn ♥︎

Heyy can I request a jealous Hakuryuu Ren from magi headcanons ? Nsfw if you don’t mind ? I am a simp with no shame for the poor baby boy

here you go, nonnie! i went with depraved hakuryuu for this request, so he's definitely rougher around the edges and more possessive 🛐

enjoy your jelly haku content <3

warnings: hair-pulling, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, implied overstimulation, unprotected sex, cussing, language

↠ Now, Hakuryuu has lost a lot throughout his life and when it comes to you, the only one who supports him unconditionally and loves him as much as he loves you, he gets easily jealous. And it's a very ugly feeling that Hakuryuu absolutely hates.

↠ As soon as he sees you strolling through the streets of Rakushou with a man he's never seen before, Hakuryuu feels jealousy bubbling in the depths of his chest. He was gone for a few weeks, busy conquering Belial's dungeon so he could not only protect you, but also take back his country and make you his empress like he vowed.

↠ Follows you and the man for quite some time. How dare you laugh with the man, smile at him and take him by the hand? Those sweet hands that only ever touched Hakuryuu, tended to his wounds after a fight and held his face after a particularly bad nightmare. Did you feel so neglected and lonely that within a few weeks, you had forgotten all about Hakuryuu and moved on?

↠ This man is pissed all. Damn. Day. No one, not even Hakuryuu's subordinates dare utter a word and remain silent around their brooding prince. Except for Judar. But that's because he's a little shit and loves teasing everyone.

↠ "Can you shut the fuck up for one. Holy. Second?" ㅡ Hakuryuu who's had enough of Judar's antics.

↠ "Wow, someone's getting their panties in a twist." ㅡ Judar, being himself as always.

↠ When you come back to Hakuryuu, obviously relaxed and carefree, a smile on your face, you barely have the chance to clear up the misunderstanding. Hakuryuu immediately jumps to conclusions, talking about how you're only his, how no one else is supposed to touch you the way he does.

↠ Talks himself into a pit of deep jealousy. He doesn't wanna hear your excuses and silences you with a kiss. Teeth clash, tongue down your throat and hands ripping off the silken robes he had gotten for you.

↠ "Where did that bastard touch you, hm? I'll make sure you'll forget all about him until all you can think about is me."

↠ You wanna tell Hakuryuu who exactly you were with, but..you kinda enjoy this jealous and rough side of him. In the past, Hakuryuu was only ever sweet and gentle with you, so this is.. rather nice, you decide.

↠ Leaves lots of hickeys, bites and prints of his fingernails on your body. Your neck is purple and blue, nipples sore from his biting and his blunt fingernails are dug into the skin of your hips.

↠ Hakuryuu doesn't let you touch him. Instead, he keeps your hands above your head and eventually ties them to the headboard with Zagan's powers. He gets off on seeing you all worked up, helpless and under his mercy.

↠ Sets an unforgiving pace. Hakuryuu sheathes himself into your cunt without much prepping and immediately pounds you into the mattress. His thrusts are sharp, deep and have you choking on your own moans.

↠ God, it's so embarrassing to enjoy this animalistic side of him, isn't it? All you can do is moan pathetically and take whatever Hakuryuu gives you. May it be a particularly sharp thrust or his fingers pulling at your hair until your scalp's aching.

↠ "Too much, Hakuryuu! Please, slow down! Ah!"

↠ "Stop whining so much and eyes on me."

↠ Cums inside you for the first time and groans right into your ear when he feels his cum seep out of your pussy. "My messy baby.."

↠ Once the two of you have calmed down and Hakuryuu cleaned the mess between your kegs, you finally grasp the courage to tell him what actually happened.

↠ "My cousin spontaneously decided to visit Rakushou and I was showing him around. Did you really think I'd leave you for another man?"

↠ Hakuryuu is a bit embarrassed. He let his delusions get into his head and completely forgot that you still had family unlike him. Plus, you'd always been nothing but loyal. How stupid was he to question you?

↠ Hakuryuu isn't above apologizing to you and asks for your forgiveness with kisses, sweet promises and words that never fail to make your heart melt.

↠ He's about to fall asleep, head on your bare chest and arms tightly wrapped around you when you pop the question of all questions.

↠ "Would you mind domming me like this more often?"

↠ Well..Who is Hakuryuu to deny his empress's wish?

gepard is such a needy dom !♡ he's grown addicted to how you look when you cum, and he nearly begs you to let go for him. because you're just so fucking pretty when you do, lashes clumped together with fat dewy tears, spit-slicked lips all pouty and puffy as you whine and pant and hiccup little pleasepleasepleaseplease's over your laboured breaths. he begins to feel dizzy when he looks down at how your hips gyrate and roll over his clothed cock, the cotton damp with your slick and his pre, and it has the coil tightening in his tummy just as fast as yours is. your hair's all mussed and he clears it from your face, shushing you softly and kissing your cheekbones and laying sweet encouragement over the shell of your ear, "y'gonna cum, sweetheart? there you go, that's it, f-fuck— look at me when you cum, please, need t'see my angelface."

He's soo 😩 Kouen, the man that u are ❤️

How do u draw him so well?

another soft kouen doodle… i hope you could tell that i like his after time-skip version a lot🏃🏻‍♀️

i want him big strong and beefy so he can wrap his gorgeous buff toned arms around me and have his hair fall past his eyes when he leans down to kiss me cause he's a fucking tree. actually kissing him.

I love them 🥺 u did so well.

a vow that can never be broken…

❀ also happy international women‘s day to all the ladies out here!!! ❀

moreover i gotta thank @afinemochi for feeding me with headcanons jhdsdshj <3