#gepard i’m so sorry

[kaeddehara]

controversial opinion, but gepard is high key my favorite

[jasdiary]

that moment when i wanna scrap ocs i don’t want anymore but other ppl rlly like them so i feel bad

[merchenary]

  ❝ Shut it. I don’t want to hear one word out of your mouth about this. ❞     So eloquently spoken as he awkwardly settles himself on Sampo’s lap. The tavern is overly crowded, and he’s here to do reconnaissance on someone who’s not Sampo ( for once ).

ITS HARD TO RESIST THE TEASE —-— wanting to poke and prod at gepard; wanting to make the other BRIGHT RED. it’s so, irresistible. especially when the blond is right here in his lap. his hands naturally go to support gepard, resting on his hips. it’s a crowded place, no one’s paying attention to them. and it’s why sampo’s eyes are LAZER FOCUSED on the man in front of him. undercover missions are simply a specialty for him, he can adapt to any part he needs to. “ — awh c’mon. ” a pause as he pulls gepard even closer. “ y’know how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut! ”

that’s the truth, especially around the blond. he loves to talk… he loves to run his mouth. especially in scenarios like this. “ but i guess i can try to BEHAVE. even though your makin’ it awfully difficult. ” there’s almost a whine in his voice. he’s finding it really difficult to PLAY NICE. again, he wants to poke at the other. wants to see what he can manage before gepard forgets about the job he’s here for. it’s always been part of their game.

[freyito]

ꜰʀᴇʏᴀ ꜝ ⨟ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: this is fun to think about

✧ a/n: for those who don't know exactly what this means (also shoutout to freya the god of love), there are 3-5 'types' of (romantic) love. eros, romantic love, ludus, playful love, pragma, enduring love, and then there's mania which is obsessive love and agape which is universal love. The last two can sorta bend in a familiar or platonic way as well as romantic.

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

✎ wc: 3.3k

⎯ Aventurine

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Aventurine prefers to flirt, to have fun, be a little silly with his love. After all, life’s too short to not enjoy it. He wants a partner who will not only put up with his games but also join in and enjoy it, someone to tease who will tease back. He would love a deeper connection as well, but before that comes fun.

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” Aventurine calls from the apartment door, making his way to the kitchen. You weren’t cooking anything, simply sifting through the fridge for a snack. His arms wrap around your waist as the scent of his near overbearing cologne washes over you. He presses his lips to your neck and peppers it with a bunch of fleeting kisses, mumbling about his day into your skin even though you didn’t ask. When you dared to try and pull away, he only pulls you closer, pinching at your waist and grinning. “Awhhh, are you not happy to see me?”

He doesn’t give you time to reply, hauling you up and turning on his heels. You don’t get to complain, not before he practically throws you on the bed and throws himself onto you. He wastes no time finding your most ticklish spots, waiting for you to ask for mercy. “I want a proper welcome home!” He exclaims, like you hadn't given him enough attention. Not like you can do what he wants while you do your best not to laugh, squirming underneath him, trying to break free from his tickle attack.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Ratio isn’t necessarily the best at showing his affection, he is head over heels for you. Absolutely and irrevocably in love, and it only grows with each passing day. He’s quite the gentleman when you get past his cold demeanor, and is quite by-the-book.

You had met him in his classroom after his classes, to give him the lunch you had made him. He regards you with a brisk ‘mh’, You are used to this reaction, and you don’t take it to heart. He tells you he’ll be home a little later, and apologizes. Silence stretches between you two before you tell him it’s alright and start to leave the room.

“I am sorry, my love,” He grabs your wrist before you can fully turn around. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours as he apologizes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Dinner tomorrow.” He’s so blunt with it, like you have no choice. But he says it with such sincerity, an emotion that is hard to get from him. His eyes linger with yours as you nod, before letting you go and returning to grading his student’s papers.

⎯ Boothill

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Boothill loves with his whole heart, but he just can’t take it seriously. He’s always teasing you, whether it be sultry words, little touches, anything. He loves making you blush.

Tonight, you two are at some bar he had dragged you to, and it’s quite lively. Which gives Boothill ample time to show you off, his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever someone comes up to talk to you or him. He leans in ever so closer with that toothy grin, eyes half-lidded as he whispers something about how cute you look tonight. When he sees even the tiniest blush begin to bloom, he amps up his flirting tenfold.

Over the entire night, he makes little comments that turn into big flourishes of his love for you, small, teasing touches that trail from your shoulder down to your hands, interlocking your fingers. He leans in close and whispers against your ear, not necessarily just flirts, literally anything he can think of, like that you guys need to put soda on the grocery list or something. It’s the way his breath fans over your ear that causes goosebumps to riddle skin. You try and hide your blushing face, but he grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his gaze, using his hat to shield your faces from the rest of the patrons and pressing a kiss to your lips.

⎯ Gallagher

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. While Gallagher may not sound like it, he’s romantic by heart and looks for a partner he can spend his life with. He wants to settle down, enjoy something that lasts. And he prefers a partner that does the same.

He was lounging on the couch at home, a rare sight normally. When you walked into the living room, he greeted you with a lazy smile, reaching for you like he wasn’t a 30 something year old man. He grabbed your wrist and guided you into his arms with a yawn, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. He lets out a deep, rumbling ‘mmm’ as he does so, sharing no other words.

Any time you try to break free from his hold, whether you wanna eat or need to go to the bathroom, he groans. He doesn’t say much, whispering quiet ‘love yous’ here and there, and if you really do have to get up, he practically follows you around. He’s rarely ever clingy, he’s probably one of the most independent people you know. He’s only like this when he has something on his mind, and marriage isn’t exactly a far off thought…

⎯ Sunday

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Sunday is a textbook romantic. A dinner and a movie, roses, have you home by ten, he’s the whole package. Anything you could want, you will have. There’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase in your living room, and perhaps a new poem for/about you every month.

Whatever he gave you in reality, he gave you tenfold in the Dreamscape (especially since he can). This includes his affection, where you two are hidden away… somewhere in Dewlight Pavillion. Somewhere where Sunday promises no one will find you two. It’s not as if you two are doing something lewd, he’s nestled up against your chest, that’s about it. But, he’s been yearning for some time alone with you since forever. With how busy he has been, he hadn’t got a moment alone with you.

“I missed you.” He states. His work is secondary to this moment, as he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, before nuzzling his cheek into it, all the while his eyes stay on yours. He has you flustered by the way he does it so desperately, yet so… carefully. He needed this, but he didn’t want to allow himself to lose his composure. So, the best he could do was steal you away when you were bringing him his mail, leave you breathless with a few tender kisses and gentle touches, and lead you back to your way out of the Pavillion.

⎯ Argenti

AGAPE ; UNIVERSAL LOVE. Love, devotion, and worship go hand in hand in hand for Argenti. He loves with his heart, body, mind, and soul. He loves unconditionally, every little bit of you, even the ground you walk on. Where the water wet your skin, where the dirt kissed your hands, he loves and loves and loves.

You two are dancing in your kitchen, to a soundless beat. The only rhythm coming from your barely-heard footsteps and the clank of Argenti’s armor as he shares such a moment with you. It is rare that he is home, always out on some adventure across star systems, but it is always a celebration when he is. Atleast, he makes it a celebration. Laughter fills the room as you try your best to keep up with his steps, the man elegant and flawless, as usual, while you stumble just a tick behind.

“You’ve got it, I know you do.” Argenti coos as you do your best to fall into his steps, still stumbling every so often. He dips you down, eyes searching yours with that content smile plastered on his face, before he pulls you up and chest-to-chest with him. His eyes sparkle with mirth, spinning you two around as if your kitchen was a real and proper ballroom, swaying gently. His eyes closed then, humming some tune, a song lost to time that only he remembered. He had hummed it on your longest days and on your darkness nights, the days you weeped and sobbed in his arms, and the days you had turned to him with such a bright smile. A tune that resembled something homely.

⎯Sampo Koski

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. While Sampo can be quite the romantic, he prefers to tease and play with you instead. Sure, he could dance with you all night long, bring you fresh roses everyday, but where’s the fun in that? He finds it much more fitting to flirt with you on end, brag a little about his ‘sales’, splurge a little for you every now and then.

You walk into your bedroom to find Sampo laying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, a rose in his mouth. He gives you a mock-sultry glare while you stand there, dumbfounded, halfway between disgust and laughter. Rose petals decorate the bed, and the room, and you tell yourself that you’ll have to remind him later that he’ll be cleaning it up.

For now, though, he beckons you closer, and when you do, he pulls you onto the bed quickly, spitting out the rose, and peppering your face with kisses. The room fills with laughter as you do your best to break away, but he continues this torrent of kisses, rarely taking a breath. When you complain that ‘it’s too much!’ he only ups the ante, kissing your neck, your shoulder, any exposed skin he can find. You simply just have to accept your fate, now…

⎯ Jing Yuan

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. He who has waited for an eternity yearns for an eternity spent in one’s arms. Jing Yuan has lost most of those dear to him, if not all. While he knows life will reach its end, he cannot help but wish he had someone to spend the rest of it with.

It is very rare for Jing Yuan to be free for even an hour, and yet here he was, a whole day to himself. He’s lounging in his room, basking in the sun while you lay in his arms, reading a book. You two barely share any words, yet the silence between says it all. It’s a comfortable feeling, something that feels like home, something he cherishes every second of. It’s one thing to find home within the Xianzhou, but it’s another to find home in someone’s arms.

He tilts his head as he looks down at the book your reading, contemplating if he wanted to pull your attention away from the book, or not. With a soft ‘hmph’, he makes his decision to leave you alone, choosing to nuzzle into your hair instead. You don’t react, which he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer as he closes his eyes. Perhaps an afternoon nap would do him some good…

⎯ Blade

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Not even death could keep Blade away from you. His own suicidal tendencies, his never-ending want to die, his need to die, his own voice begging for a means to an end, it all washes away when he sees your smile, as if the sun is greeting him once more after such a wretched eclipse.

He knows he has loved in the past, and yet when he recalls that feeling, Blade is only met with a burning feeling akin to rage clawing its way through his chest. He prefers to not think about it much, focusing on Elio’s script and whatever mission he’s been dispatched on. Yet, when he’s met with you laying in his bed, messing with his phone, waiting for him, a different kind of feeling weaves its way into his heart. Something warm, a kindling, of sorts.

His own voice quiets when he allows himself to feel that feeling, peace, perhaps? He’s quick to brush it off, shove it down along with any other emotion that was daring to well up, and takes a seat next to you. When you look up and beckon him closer, he doesn’t accept. But, he does lean in, and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It’s a rare display, you can’t remember the last time he even dared to hold your hand. And before you can question him, he’s gone, out of the room, leaving his phone behind, like always.

⎯ Luocha

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Luocha is quite the romantic when he wants to be. Since he spends most of his time wandering, he doesn’t get to see you very often. But when he returns home, he loves nothing more than to share stories of his travels and hold you in his arms. You are his anchor, what brings him back to reality when his thoughts drift to the distant churches and candle wicks that give way to angry flames…

He finds you sleeping on the couch, phone in hand, twitching every now and then, but making no real reaction to any sound. It was clear that you were waiting for Luocha to come home, and had succumbed to sleep. Luocha had texted you 4 days ago that he would be home, and you yourself had no idea how long you had been up, the past couple of days had skewed your perception of time. By now, it was around 3:00 am.

With a soft huff and an even softer gaze, Luocha scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bed. He’s careful, doing his best to be as quiet as possible as he carries you, but you still wake up. You mutter a slurred ‘Luocha?’, and all he does is shush you, shaking his head and greeting you with a warm smile. You don’t get time to protest as he lays you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. He will join you later, as much as he wants to lay beside you now, he’d like to get settled back in, first.

⎯ Dan Heng

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Dan Heng tends to retreat into himself, a lot. Ever since he revisited the Xianzhou, this has become a habit of his. He doesn’t exactly push you away, but his ‘time to think’ seems to overtake your guys’ alone time. Regardless of it all, he always comes back to you, finding home safe in your arms.

He wakes in the dead of night, his past life’s memories catching up to him once more. He doesn’t cry or scream, his breath is shallow, as he listens to the silence of the hotel you two were staying at. He stills for a moment, the scars of the past fading into a blissful nothingness, before he looks down at you. Sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered by Dan Heng’s sudden awakening.

His body relaxes as his mind quiets finally, the simple sight of you reminding him that the past is the past, and nothing more matters right now. He settles back into bed, taking a moment to admire your face, hesitantly reaching out. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing to your hairline, tucking a strand behind your ear. You don’t even flinch, but you instinctively curl up closer to him. Dan Heng graces your sleeping form with a rare smile and a huff, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

⎯ Gepard

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Gepard may be shy about certain things, that doesn’t mean he is lacking in the romance department. His job may keep him away from you for quite a while, but he always finds his way back to you.

It had been quite a while since you and Gepard had a proper date, or even night out. Oftentimes, he’d come home late into the night, too exhausted to even eat, and all he would want to do is cuddle up next to you in bed. He loves his job, he truly does, even if it means coming home at near 2 am and waking up at 5 am. Of course he wants to spend as much time with you, but some days are harder than others, and he wants to stay as healthy as he can.

Tonight, however, he’s come home early. At 6 pm to be exact. A completely normal time to get off work… if he wasn’t the captain of the Silvermane Guards. Before you can even ask why he’s home so early, he hurriedly asks you out on a date. His face is only slightly flushed, and the minute you say yes, he lights up like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. He takes you out to one of the nicest, fanciest restaurants in Belobog, and he just cannot contain the giddy smile all throughout the night. He stares at you as if you are straight out of a movie, eyes practically shining everytime you laugh.

⎯ Caelus

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Caelus doesn’t take himself too seriously, even if there’s a stellaron housed inside of him. So why take love too seriously…? Not that he doesn’t love you, no, he adores you. But between all this trailblazing and saving planets and researching stellarons and what not, he doesn’t get much of a chance to be a little silly. And you, luckily, are his escape from that.

He barges into your room with the brightest smile known to man, his hair a little messy, and what you can only hope is soot dusting his cheeks and hands. Caelus looks so proud. Too proud. In his hands he holds what looks to be a worn out raccoon plushie, also blessed with a heavy dusting of soot. You stare at him blankly as he does not explain himself, simply waltzing over to your bed.

“Our son.” He states, so proudly, as if he had brought the thing into the world on his own. Desperately in need of some fun today, you play along, telling him ‘our son needs a bath.’ And Caelus looks at you as if you have offended his entire lineage (which, apparently, is two people now.) He jokingly chastises you for calling your son ‘dirty’, and “How could you say that to him!?” “He’s just a baby!”. Though, eventually after hours and hours of him threatening to put his sooty hands all over you, he washes the stuffed raccoon. And himself.

⎯ Welt

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Welt has seen lifetimes pass, and lifetimes more come into the universe. He’s vowed to himself to love whoever comes into his life as long as he loves, to love hard and never back down. He dreams of church bells ringing while the scent of roses fill the air, rather than the mournful gong of those ringing bells, signaling someone's end, or the bittersweet smell of lilies.

He holds you closely tonight, practically bathing in your cologne, eyes closed as he hums a tune from some far off timeline. It is a quiet, tender moment, one that is very rare between the two of you. Welt could spend all his time on the Astral Express and still never have enough time for you. He is greedy in that way, seeking any time he can with you, even if it is only for 5 minutes.

He himself doesn’t know why he’s feel especially wanting tonight, but he doesn’t busy his mind asking himself why. Time and space is infinite even as constricting as it feels, and he knows better than to keep himself occupied with such silly questions. The day he catches himself not missing you, yearning for you, is the day that he will wither into stardust.

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[heartdiluc]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ “PRETTY WHEN I CRY”

k!nktober 2/6 ; dacryphilia

characters. hsr, genshin, jjk, and bsd men

WARNINGS: explicit nsfw, sub gn reader (fem pet name once but nothing else), dacryphila/crying, penetration, pet names, praise, all consented actions, overstim, drabble format

[⚠️ read dni info and warnings before continuing]

he’s so mean to you !! you start crying softly because of how overwhelming everything is and how good your boyfriend is fucking you. he notices you muffled sobs and moves his hand up to your face, tilting it so you’re looking at him. “you crying?” he asks aloof, nearly smiling. “that’s adorable,” he says as he’s stifling any laughter. “i’ve barely started, pretty thing..” you barely have any time to comprehend what’s happening until he’s gripping your waist and fucking you harder. all you can do is let out another cry of his name and reach to hold onto his arms for comfort. you don’t even realize that’s he’s bringing his face to yours and licking at your tears.

childe/tartaglia, scaramouche, dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, fitzgerald, gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, sukuna, blade

he feels bad but thinks you’re so cute when you’re crying. he just can’t help the fact that his dick gets hard when he sees your tear stained face that he finds so so pretty. especially since you’re crying because he’s making you feel good he is obsessed!!! “you look so pretty like this princess—fuck.. so perfect,” he mumbles while he keeps stuffing you full with his cock. you softly cry his name while shaking under his touches. and watching you get overstimulated just encourages him to fuck you more. if you’re not sobbing with shaky legs after he’s done, he thinks he didn’t do enough. he feels guilty but he makes up for it by kissing away any tears that are shed. <3

diluc, albedo, itto, dainsleif, alhaitham, baizhu, wriothesley, neuvillette, nanami kento, jing yuan, caleus

he teases you for it. “aw, darling… don’t tell me you’re already crying,” he laughs while his hands gently grip onto your waist and pull you farther down on his cock. you gasp out your boyfriend’s name which of course only feeds more into his persistent teasing. “oh? does my little slut like getting fucked so hard they cry? you seem to be enjoying yourself a lot,” he whispers to you before moving his hands from your waist to come up and cup your face. “come on pretty, make a mess on my cock for me”

lyney, kaeya, ayato, cyno, pantalone, sampo, geto suguru, nikolai gogoli, tachihara,

he’ll stop completely. he panics :(( he’s so worried if he hurt you or if you just didn’t feel good or maybe he upset you; so he stops to make sure you’re fine. “are you okay, love? i’m so sorry…” he quickly mumbles out. you awkwardly stammer out trying to clarify that you weren’t hurt, just overwhelmed by how good he’s fucking you. and he is so so embarrassed it’s horrendous. he apologizes before attempting to go back to what he was doing before. you kiss him to smooth over the situation which he appreciated and surprisingly he initiates another kiss. and another as he wipes any tears from your cheeks.

thoma, xiao, gepard, dan heng, caleus, atsushi nakajima, doppo kunikida, choso, diluc (i couldn’t just put him in 1 category)

[m1sa-w1sa]

hay so I was just wondering if you would do a sahsrau where all the PC's (playable characters) are obsessed with reader but when reader gets inside of hsr they are Immediately captured and sold as a slave and the PC's (maybe topaz or himko) fine the reader recognize the reader and all hell breaks lose for who idk

Also if I can can I be a emoji anon (if yes then I'll be 👹 anon)

Forgive us!

Sahsrau x Reader

Tw: Yandere themes, Mentioning ofAbuse ( not going in depth ), NOT PROOFREAD Death/Lil Describing of gore, I am aware that there might be two more mew characters, but they won’t be included becuase I don’t know them all to well at the moment!

I do not support people that think they are ‘ real yanderes ‘ or act on any of the things mentioned, if you do or think about these things please get professional help

A/N: Ty for requesting! I have a lot so they are a little slow but they are still all going to get to! And I’m happy to call you👹 Annon!

•You started playing Hsr when it first came out, you loved the designs and a characters! •But they certainly loved you back! I mean why wouldn’t they? Your just a sweetheart to them! •Kafka and Silver wolf the first ones knowing feeling your presence, hearing your soft voice complimenting them •Next, The Trailblazer, March 17, and Dan Heng knew next then Hiyoko and welt then so and so on •The characters you gotten is when they knew you were there, they KNEW you were with them •They heard your worried voice when one of them is low on health, apologizing over and over •Gepard and March 17 always try to make their shields better, Bailu and Natasha try’s to heal as much as they could, Hiyoko and welt trying to make you proud •Huohuo try’s to be more brave for you, Dr. Ratio always does harder in his studies •Serval playing her best at concerts in your honor, Clara makes sure she prays to you every day •They worshiped you like no other, every place had this one single law ‘ Don’t hurt the divine one.. ‘ •Simple, right? Wrong. When you got transferred to the game you were about to walk around, until a cloth was over your mouth •You woke up in a cage, weak, scrunched up like a dog curled in its own bed as you groaned ‘ She will make us a whole lot of money… ‘ We just can’t get caught.. ‘ ‘ You worry to much… ‘ •2 Women and one Man you heard, one of them pulling you out, throwing you at the wall as you fall down with a loud ‘THUMP!’ •They burned you, cut you, broke bones hardly fed you, blood all over your body •You were hosted at one of the prizes at a auction, Himiko and Welt was there as she looked around, her eyes spotted you, weak, legs shaking (Not what YOU think…) your body bruised, burned, painted with cuts and scratches •Welt quickly saw aswell, his eyes widened, Their grace… Abused like an object..? Slowly golden blood leaked from your forehead, you gotten more dizzy last thing you heard was a stern voice

‘ 1 Million Credits! ‘ •They took you back, not even paying the fee, but, your their god, their CREATOR, your more than just some stupid credits.. •March 17 stayed at the astral express with you, word got out about what happened… everyone was FURIOUS •Bailu, Loucha, and Natasha going to the express to try to help heal your wounds and to keep watch •Clara and Savorog keeping watch outside the room, Argenti, Archeon, Blade, Dr. Raito going to hunt the people down •Jing Yuan and Imbibitor Lunae, Figuring out the gruesomeness ways to make the people suffer •Kafka and Jingilu doing most of the dirty work, blood splattered everywhere •You woke up at so many people by your side it was overwhelming, Being able to talk to your characters made you smile, something you didn’t do in a long while •They are so sorry for not being there for your proper descent, they will do any for your forgiveness your grace

[mubabee]

Could you draw how you think HSR characters will hug Y/n? (Blade and anyone else you want!!) And it doesn’t matter if it’s romantic or platonic. Just want hugs

I love your artstyle and the line work!! Every time I check the tags and see your work, I just want to devour it for being so cute!

I’m so sorry I don’t have blade drawn yet I don’t know what to do for his😭 these drawings have been here for a while, I just never posted them.

and tyyy I’m glad you like my art!! ❤️❤️

Gepard and genderbent!Himeko

(y/n just concerned why gepard getting so flustered lol)

—also I drew genderbent Seele’s and Bronya’s outfit >:)

[neuvistar]

Can you do a request for gepard? Like he forgot his lunch one day and reader delivered it to him, but they couldnt help themselves and fucked in the barracks 😭😭😭 PLS

OFC OFC <33 this is gonna be a lil thirst but i think it’s enough! he’s so sweet, and when he heard u had sumn to deliver to him, his heart melted! he didn’t know that it would escalate into something further | mmm let’s see let’s see gn!reader 2 be safe, short lil thirst, not proofread, gepard being a sweetheart, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex?? overall suggestive content! minors do not interact ! (this has been rotting in my drafts 4 so long i’m so sorry anon)

you’re such a sweetie, lunch? for him? he was thrilled! you knew and noticed how exhausting things have been for gepard, stressing himself out as he came home later and later, seeing his pretty face lesser and lesser as the days go on, you couldn’t handle it really :(( it would come to the point where you would be willing to relieve his stress a little, packing him lunch every now and then so he would have enough energy 2 be energized throughout the day <3

well.. it worked, but not that well. you knew your boyfriend was always in a rush, occasionally waking up with nobody by your side, occasionally waking up n having 2 make breakfast for yourself, opening the freezer as u see that gepard already collected his lunch. he was in a rush of course, you could tell. he didn’t even bother eating breakfast! one of these days you would notice that his lunch you packed for him last night was still in the freezer, cocking a brow as you figured he might’ve.. rushed a little too much, forgetting his own lunch. you decided it was a good idea to deliver it for him, he can’t go on his day with an empty stomach!

one of his guards pulled him aside, whispering on how his partner was present there, asking for him as they happen 2 be there delivering something for him. when gepard met with you and saw that same kind look in your eyes, his gaze would soften. eyes wandering to the neatly packaged lunch you had made for him (that he forgot..) that night. you’re such a sweetheart, he really does appreciate the things you do for him, he really does. that’s what he loves about you, always so sweet 2 him n willing 2 do things for him <3 gepard is a darling.. not knowing how this situation escalated into something so fast.

you couldn’t help it really, you were needy. you wanted him, it’s been so long since he filled you up.. it’s about time you had your fill! your dragged your hands smoothly down his chest, lips curved into a smirk as gepard’s back was pushed back against the wall, a deep red blush on his face as his hands were glued to your waist, feeling just how hot your body became. “sweetheart.. is it alright if we wait until i get home? m’ sorry.. i needta’—“ you shut him up with a kiss, tasting his lips as this kiss was different than those usual goodbye ones you would give him when he was off for duty, the kiss was heated and rough, the taste of your lips drove him absolutely crazy, he loved how savoury you tasted against his mouth, he could taste you forever and he would never get tired of it.

gepard is such a darling, is he? forcing his big cock inside your aching hole :(( a hand clasped on your pretty lips as he whispered praises and demands 4 u to be good n quiet for him, well.. this really did escalate. his packaged lunch was by the far corner of the wall, he can worry abt that later. the blonde held your hips, lifting one of your legs up as this new position made your eyes pop out of your sockets almost because of how good it felt, he was big. you knew that. it was bad enough that he was practically pounding into you where other soldiers could catch you both any moment, and it was bad enough that some of his cum he filled your hole with was seeping out, dripping on your pretty thighs then the floor, oh boy. you wondered what excuse he’ll come up with for that.

his cock was so damn talented, charting the stars almost with how talented it was, how it had the ability to make you cum in no time.. drool slipped from the side of your lips as gepard grunted at the feeling of your hole spasming around his big dick, wanting you to feel every single detail of it. your hole was stretched, you struggled to keep yourself up as your legs shook viciously against gepard’s hold, pounding himself into you now.. fuck. he really was good with his cock. he was lost in the moment, his mind blank with nothing but you. you knew you both really could’ve have fucked in a better place.. but you couldn’t help it. you missed him, missed his cock. missed how deep it would go, missed just how softly the cockhead of it would kiss your deepest areas, missed just how perfect that bulge on your stomach was. your hole sucked him in with each thrust, making him even more desperate than he is. the captain already came multiple times, just how much can he cum?!

not that you were complaining though, you loved it whenever your beloved boyfriend filled you up like this. but yet again.. you really could’ve chosen a better place and time to get fucked like this, maybe then you both wouldn’t make such a huge mess of cum dripping down to the hard floor from your stretched out hole.

[glaxelilly]

HSR Men - Pussy Drunk

— Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Gepard, Dan Heng

Warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dirty talk

Blade // Possessive

When Blades pussy drunk, he gets really aggressive. His grip on you tightens almost painfully, arms wrapping around you and pulling your body flush against his, his fingers creating indentations in your skin. He pounds into hard, making you cry out and he sinks his teeth into your neck like he’s claiming you. And right before he spills inside of you, filling you to the brim and marking you from the inside, he growls, “Mine.”

Jing Yuan // Praise

When Jing Yuan’s pussy drunk, he can’t stop telling you how good you are. He’s got you sprawled out on his bed, looking gorgeous, and he just can’t keep the compliments to himself as he pounds into you. “Aeons, you look so beautiful like this, my love. Stuffed full of my cock and making the prettiest sounds. You’ll look even prettier covered in my cum.”

Sampo // Overstim

When Sampo’s pussy drunk, it doesn’t matter if you’ve came multiple times already and it’s too much, his hips just won’t listen to him. He’s thrusting into you hard, hitting all the right spots and making your body shake, all while apologizing to you, “I’m sorry I just c-can’t stop, you just feel too g-good baby f-fuck.”

Gepard // Babbling

When Gepard’s pussy drunk, he’s a mess. He’s barely even thrusting, just kinda humping into you with his face tucked into your neck. He’s holding onto you for dear life, and you him, as he says random words into your ear, “F-fuck baby you feel so good, oh my Aeon, I love you fuck princess your so g-good fuck ahhh shit I’m gonna cum holy shit don’t stop.”

Dan Heng // Desperate

When Dan Heng’s pussy drunk, it’s almost like he’s a different person. The two of you aren’t intimate often, so when you are it’s almost like he’s scared you’ll leave. He’ll already be inside you, bottomed out and thrusting maniacally, and he’ll be begging you not to make him stop. “Please let me, fuck, please let me keep going. Please don’t make me stop, let me keep going let me fuck you let me make you feel good please.”

Pussy drunk men 😩🙏

[kaiijo]

FIRST DATES — [HONKAI: STAR RAIL]

characters: welt, gepard, sampo, jing yuan, tingyun, kafka content: gn! reader, food/eating in jing yuan’s and kafka’s, mentions of drinking (tea!) in tingyun’s

welt yang ✶

you love the way the lights of the stars reflect in welt’s eyes as the astral express rockets through the galaxy. he points out a line of stars, telling you, “that’s lan the reignbow’s constellation.”

the observatory car on the astral express is surprisingly underutilized. You figure it’s because you can see the universe through every window of the train. but the observatory car is special; the windows stretch from the ceiling to the floor and the seating is oriented to face outwards. there’s a robotic guide that you can ask questions to, but you turned it off when welt and you settled into the car. he’s better than any automated infobot.

you blink at the thousands of stars that dot the sky and squint. “i don’t see it.”

welt chuckles and stands, holding his hand out. you take it and he leads you to the window, using your intertwined hands to trace the outline of the constellation. “see?” he asks, as patient and affectionate as ever. “there’s his arm and his bow stretched to the sky. it’s quite an extraordinary sight.”

you know it’s a damn cliché, but you’re only focused on the calm on welt’s face and the glimmer in his eye as you reply, “yeah, it is.”

when you turn to face the constellation, you don’t realize that welt does the exact same thing.

gepard landau ✶

this is actually your third attempt at a first date with gepard. the first two were, unsurprisingly, interrupted by an urgent matter he had to attend to with the silvermane guards and pela calling because she needed help getting a drunk serval home safely. (serval felt so bad about stealing her brother away that she sent you a pretty bouquet of flowers the next day.)

you figure out that paying for movie tickets and making reservations is pointless, given the unpredictability of when gepard will be needed again so you decide instead to just take a walk around belabog.

your walk quickly turns into a game of ‘stay away from the silvermane guards because you know gepard will rush to fix any problems they have and you’ll be damned if he’s taken away from you again.’

“i’ve never actually read these before,” gepard admits to you as you stand in front of the wall plastered with posters of famous belobogian plays and movies. you stand close together, arms brushing, as he pauses to read the captions.

out of the corner of your eye, you see the familiar glint of silver and blue armor and you quickly slip your hand into gepard’s. “let’s go make a wish in the fountain.” you drag him along, praying that he doesn’t see dunn on patrol. that guy always has something to say and it’s usually asking about serval.

when you glance back, your pleasantly surprised to see dunn nowhere in sight and a pink tint to gepard’s face.

sampo koski ✶

leave it to sampo to take you to the fight club on your first date. “got us premium, front row tickets to the hottest fight in town,” sampo says as he leads you with a hand on the small of your back into the fight club.

“can’t anyone just walk in?” you ask him.

he wags his finger at you, smile broad and blindingly white. “not this one!”

you find yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. “alright, well, thank you for bringing me then.”

sampo replies, “anything for my favorite person.”

when he walks in, dr. dig rushes up to him. “where’ve you been, man? you’re ten minutes late!”

“sorry, sorry,” sampo says, though he doesn’t sound apologetic in the least. he nudges you towards dr. dig. “take care of this one while i’m occupied.”

you raise an eyebrow. “and where are you off to?”

sampo’s smile only widens. “didn’t i tell you? i’m fighting in this tournament.” your eyes widen and sampo continues, “and if i win all my rounds, you’ll go out with me again, right? please say yes or else you’ll break my fragile little heart.”

jing yuan ✶

jing yuan’s already lounging on the picnic blanket when his secretary shows you to the gardens. his eyes lift and a slow smile spreads across his face. “a sight for sore eyes,” he says as you sit down with him. there’s an array of xianzhou delicacies like berrypheasant skewers, songlotus cakes, and tuskpir wraps.

you’re a little shy under jing yuan’s gaze, carefully lifting a cake to your mouth and taking a bite, the cake making its signature laughing sound as you do. as you chew, jing yuan reaches over and tilts your chin up with his fingers, thumb coming to graze the corner of your mouth.

your face explodes into flames as he says, “just some crumbs,” in that low drawl. it sends pleasant shivers down your spine.

as you finish your cake, jing yuan stretches up with a groan and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “would you mind if i rested? i’m quite tired from the day.”

“not at all,” you reply but you don’t expect him to lay his head in your lap. your face feels even hotter but you choose to rub your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. you swear you hear jing yuan purr.

“tell me about your day,” he says. “i like hearing your voice.”

tingyun ✶

tingyun’s fluffy tail brushes against your leg as mengming leads you to a table. “do you come here often?” you ask her.

she giggles, “i think you need a better pick up line.”

you pout a little. “it was a genuine question, tingyun.”

“i know, i’m just teasing,” she says. “yes, i come here when i need a break, which doesn’t really happen often but mengming has the best tea.”

“what do you like here?”

she hums and says, “i like their immortal tea. it’s a good amount of sweetness and a great price too. it’s definitely a favorite.”

you nod, glancing at the menu. then, you look back at her sitting across from you and say, “did you do something new to your ears? they look extra soft today.”

“oh! you noticed! yes, it’s a new shampoo,” she says. with a wink, she tells you, “keep talking like that and you’ll be a favorite of mine too!”

kafka ✶

you narrowly dodge an attack from one of the citadel’s soldiers, instead dropping down and using your momentum to kick out the soldier’s leg instead. they drop instantly and it allows you to dive off the side of the municipal building, opening up a portal.

you land besides kafka, who’s already inside the building’s main ballroom. all the entrances and exits are sealed off due to the lockdown protocol, and you have no doubt that kafka incapacitated all the soldiers who had the misfortune of running into her.

you look around the grand room, then at her and say, “this is an odd place for a stellaron.” even odder, there’s a table in the middle of the room with lit candles, glasses of red wine, and plates of rich pastas. the gramophone in the corner plays a languid, elegant violin concerto.

kafka says, “that’s because there isn’t one here.”

you tilt your head. “come again?”

she chuckles and pats your cheek. “you’re so cute. i made the whole thing up. apologies but i wanted to surprise you for our first date.”

you blink owlishly at her as she sits down at the table, placing the napkin delicately on her lap. she looks at you expectantly and you snap out of your surprise, a small laugh leaving your own lips. you slide into your own seat. “you certainly have a flair for the dramatics, kafka.”

she smirks. “had to make an impression.” she lifts her wine glass and you do the same, clinking them together. as always, kafka achieved her goal. you don’t think you’ll ever forget this first date.

[suashii]

୨♡୧ A FROZEN HEART THAWS — gepard landau x reader. sfw. fluff.

the bell above the entry door to the neverwinter workshop rings with gepard’s arrival. per usual, the place is void of patrons, though, to his surprise, his sister’s head of blonde and blue hair isn’t behind the center counter. he holds back an annoyed sigh—she had been the one who told him to come by during his break to retrieve earthwork and the woman was nowhere to be found. giving her the benefit of the doubt and assuming she’s working on something in the back, gepard approaches the counter and shouts out a comfortable greeting. “serval, i’m here to get my shield.”

instead of being met with serval’s normal response for him to be patient, an unfamiliar face pops out from behind the counter. your eyes widen when you see the man and you rush to push your headphones to rest behind your neck. “i’m so sorry! serval told me that it’s pretty rare for people to stop in so i wasn’t paying much attention.”

gepard’s steps slow to a stop upon your appearance. he’s never seen you here before but you seem to be quite acquainted with the place—and his sister. he’d be suspicious if you weren’t looking at him with such an innocent gaze and kind smile. it’s not an expression he has the pleasure of seeing often; he’d even go as far as saying that he found it—you— pretty.  still, he can’t help but be a little confused as to who you are and what you’re doing in his sister’s shop. though, before he gets the opportunity to ask, you’re speaking again.

“coming to get something repaired?” you inquire with the slight raise of your eyebrows, but the smile never leaves your lips.

it’s then that gepard pieces everything together. for as long as the shop has been open, serval has been the only employee. the man supposes that his sister must have hired you as help recently. serval must trust you a great deal to leave you in charge in her absence.

a beat of silence passes with you gazing at gepard expectantly before he remembers that you had asked him a question. he kicks himself for standing frozen in his spot and fumbles to give you an answer.

“oh, yeah.” he nods slowly, thinking back to the query. the blonde blinks as he realizes his mistake. he shakes his head, wisps of sandy hair brushing his nose with the gesture. “wait, no! sorry-i’m here to pick something up.”

you swallow down a giggle at the man’s nervous aura. it’s charming—cute, even—to see someone who appears so distinguished stumble over their words. quietly clearing your throat, you follow up with another question. “what’s the name you left with the restoration?”

“gepard landau.” his voice is a little more stable this time around.

“ah, you’re serval’s brother!” the excitement in your tone catches gepard a little off guard but also makes his heart skip a beat. he’s not sure what’s so thrilling about you knowing his name, knowing who he is. most people do, but he’s met with a foreign feeling of satisfaction upon hearing what he thinks is your delight to cross paths with him.

not wanting to be rude, you give him your name as well. “sorry, i got a little sidetracked. you brought in your shield, right?”

gepard nods. he hopes serval was at least truthful about earthwork being ready.

“great! i’ll go grab it for you.” you point over your shoulder before turning on your heel and disappearing into the back room.

the blonde inhales a deep breath through his nose and exhales, warm air pushing past his lips. he wants to blame his abnormal uneasiness on the fact that he was expecting his sister and not you but part of him, an undeniable part of him, knows that it’s more than that. his palms wouldn’t be clammy and the tips of his ears wouldn’t be warm if it weren’t.

gepard doesn’t find himself in this state often but he’s not dumb—he knows what these nervous symptoms point to. though, before he’s able to give them a name and make them really real, a loud thump sounds in the air. arctic eyes dart to the source of the noise and he’s met with your figure in the doorway, one hand gripping the brown leather strap and the other attempting to balance the shield that’s practically towering over you.

you spare a glance his way, eyes wavering as you laugh. “this thing is a lot more intimidating when it’s vertical.”

“please, let me.” gepard rushes over to you at seeing your struggle. he mindlessly reaches out to grab the refashioned instrument case but rather than feeling the hardshell beneath the pads of his fingers, he’s met with the softness of your skin. he recoils quickly, grasping for a strap instead which he finds after some fumbling. even with the shield now balanced, the tingle he felt when coming in contact with you lingers. “sorry.”

your lips wobble as you fight back a laugh at his reaction to merely brushing your hand. “it’s okay.”

the juxtaposition of gepard’s regal attire and what used to be an instrument case makes you grin. the two things he values most—the protection of belabog and his family—collide in a curious way. still, as a music enthusiast yourself, seeing someone find a different purpose for an object that seemingly only has one job makes gepard all the more interesting to you.

as the thought crosses your mind, there’s a prickle on your knuckles where gepard’s skin had touched yours.

you want to prolong this encounter, ask him anything that might make him stick around for just a while longer but, for what feels like the first time in your life, you don’t know what to say. you can’t remember the last time someone was able to leave you speechless. 

there’s something different, maybe even special, about gepard landau.

the bell above the door rings and, this time, you hear it. though, instead of being met with another patron, serval strolls in with a pleased smile pulling at her lips.

“welcome back.” you offer the woman a polite wave.

she returns the gesture before turning her attention to her brother. “i see you’ve met the newest addition to the workshop’s staff.”

a glint of mischief passes in the eyes that mirror his own. the sparkle and the smile tell him all he needs to know—his sister planned this. gepard bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from begging serval to stop meddling. the more he thinks about it, he supposes he has her to thank for sneakily arranging the meeting. he’s much too proud to tell her so.

and he doesn’t need to. the boyish blush clouding his cheeks is enough for serval.

she winks at her younger brother, patting his shoulder playfully. “don’t hesitate to stop by if anything else needs fixing. or if you’d just like to visit.”

serval says the last part with a wink.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

[pauli-writes]

warning: fluff, gepard and reader are already in a relationship, gepard is a down bad for reader (i am not sorry)

pairing: gepard x reader; serval is also there

author’s note: i promise i’m working on requests, in the meantime take this, because wow i’m very behind on requests— (also definitely not proof read)

serval watched in amusement as gepard paced up and down in her shop. the reason for his troubles was you, poor innocent you.

the story between you and gepard was nothing short out of a book. him, the son of a noble family and you, the child of a simple shopkeeper. the two of you became friends when you were young children, and eventually started dating as teens and then stayed together through everything, even the stellaron crisis and the entire aftermath.

serval has watched this relationship grow since its first day, and has been rooting for the two of you since the beginning as well. and now here she was listening to her brother’s nervously telling her about his plan to propose to you now that everything has settled on belobog and thing were going well.

“serval, what would i even say?” he murmured as he paced. “what if they say no?”

the older landau chuckled, “you worry too much. i’m sure they won’t. they adore you.”

gepard sighed. “i know, i know. i just don’t want to get this wrong.”

“get what wrong?”

both serval and gepard jumped at the sound of your voice. how did you enter the shop with either of them noticing?

“nothing.” they replied simultaneously. you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, but dropped asking further questions. instead you walked closer and went to stand next to gepard. he looked a little nervous, which was unbefitting of him. serval meanwhile was watching him with an amused smile, which was very in character for her.

“okay… anyways, are we still going to dinner tonight?” you asked and gepard, almost automatically, nodded his head.

“yes, of course!”

“great, i’ll be ready at seven.” you got on to your tippy toes and pressed a kiss on his cheek, before leaving the shop with a wave. gepard watched you as you left and serval could see the smitten expression on her baby brother’s face. all of you had grown older and matured in your own ways, but this expression of pure unadulterated adoration was as unchanging as the ice and snow on belobog.

“geppie, you need to propose to them tonight.”

“serval-“

“don’t worry it will be fine.” and she said it with such conviction and confidence that gepard believed her if only for a moment.

later that day gepard picked you up from your home and walked you the restaurant you had a reservation at. he was the perfect gentleman throughout the night, what you didn’t know was the ring sitting idly in his pocket, making him more nervous by the second.

he was so concerned about trying to find the right moment, only for dinner to be over before you knew it. he mentally cursed himself as the two of you walked out the restaurant, if he didn’t propose now, he would never propose.

you, completely unaware of his inner turmoil, kept talking about your work and your daily life. then you heard the familiar melody of a guitar. “oh, look. serval is playing on the street. let’s go see.”

gepard could barely register your words before he was pulled along to where his sister was giving a small performance. a number of people were already crowding around her, but she easily spotted her baby brother and his partner. the two landaus locked eyes and serval gave her brother a look that said, “have you done it?” to which he shook his head with an almost ashamed expression.

it was time for plan b then, serval cut her current song short and started playing a song she knew you liked because of you visiting when she was practicing with her band. it was a bit slower than her usual work, but just perfect for this scenario

“oh, i like this song,” you said, humming along to the melody.

gepard chuckled at your adorable behaviour, “i know you do…” he locked eyes with serval again, and she nodded her head at him with a confident smile. “listen, reader, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

you turned your full attention to him as he took a deep breath. “we have been together for a while. i still remember when i first saw you in your parents shop as children, and now here we are, grown up and belobog is starting to rebuild itself too. what I’m trying to say is, i would like to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

“yes, of course!” you replied without hesitation, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. gepard was a bit startled, and so were the people who were standing next to the two of you. after a few seconds you pulled away again, but a giddy smile remained, “i was wondering why you were so nervous the entire week. i’m glad it’s because of this and not some work related thing.”

“i’m just glad you said yes,” he said, taking your hand and slipping the ring on it. “i don’t know what i would have done if you hadn’t.”

you smiled at him, not even concerned about the expensive ring. “there is no universe in the world where i would ever say no to you, gepard.”

“noted.” he said with a flustered expression, his cheeks turning a little red.

serval watched from where she was playing her guitar with a smile. she stopped playing for a moment and shouted, “hey, congratulations you two lovebirds!”

everyone turned to look at you and gepard and you both blushed deeply in embarrassment.

as you all grow older some things may change and evolve, other things are constant, like gepard’s love for you… or serval’s teasing.

[tasiawrites]

nsfw minors do not interact

warnings: smut (obvi), dub-con (no verbal consent), mating press, the threat of a child, unprotected sex, multiple creampies

let me know if i missed anything I am so very sleepy

Gepard knew he fucked up. He knew it the minute he walked into your home and you didn't immediately come out to greet him. “Honey?” his voice was soft as he took his boots off venturing deeper into your shared home. He found you in the kitchen taking dinner off the stove. His pretty wife was still taking care of him even when he made her mad.

Gepard was a good, kind man, hardworking too. That's how he became the head of the silver mane guards. But that made him so very busy, it never bothered you much. You knew where your man's heart was- with you. That didn't stop the frustration when he started flaking. He's been missing dates and promised quality time. You knew the current climate of Belabog needed his attention but as his wife you did too.

Three nights of eating alone and he comes home, looking so scared. You didn't give him the satisfaction of a response just continued cooking when he came up behind you hands on your hips turning you so you could face him. You looked up at him with a blank face. “I’m so sorry baby, I know it doesn't cut it but please, please forgive me. Just this once,” he begged slowly getting on his knees, looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes of his.

Gepared nuzzled her leg hands sliding up her leg under her dress. “Lemme make it up to you,” he begged kissing her calf his rough hands massaging her thighs, not quite brushing up against her cunt but just enough that he could feel its warmth. His mouth watered as she looked down with a cocked eyebrow but opened her legs just enough that he could get between them. He bunched her dress up and kissed up her thigh gently biting her inner thigh as he went. She still didn't give him a reaction but her face was softening. He kissed her blue lace panties right over the slit before giving it a generous lick. He could taste her through them already, she was always so good to him.  Gepard pulled her panties aside and attached his mouth to her waiting pussy with a fervor. His tongue ran over her slit collecting as much of her wetness as he could before he latched on to her clit and sucked. Gently but still the sudden attention to it made her whimper above him. Gepared gently took one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder and he ate. 

Her thighs shook as he started to tongue fuck her. His tongue carved her out dragging out light moans with it. His thumb rubbed circles into the apex of her thighs as he looked up at her face twisted with lightly concealed pleasure. He pulled his tongue out and latched back onto her clit and her hand reached down to pull on his blonde hair. Gepared was so hard in his pants but this was about you, not him. His tongue did figure eights on her clit as one of his fingers found itself in her cunt. He groaned and his dick twitched so hard when she clenched around them. He found her sweet spot with nothing but practiced precision as he added another finger.

“So pretty for me, come for me baby, let me make you feel good,” he begged his lips a whisper away from her clit. And come she did all over his fingers and he reattached his lips to her clit. Her moans, her taste, the way she looked above him as she made a mess all over his fingers, and her face were more than enough for Gepared to come in his pants completely untouched.

He pulled away just for her to see his face wet with her essence. “Geppy-,” she was cut off when he slammed his lips into hers, “ we aren't done yet,” he whispered. Before she could even respond he picked her up joining their lips together again. She could feel his hard dick on her spent clit. She moaned at the friction as he carried her to their room. He lay her down on the bed gently. Kissing every part of her exposed skin he slowly undressed her. “I'm sorry I've been busy honey, I've been a bad husband but imma make it up to you baby, make you feel real good tonight,” he whined into the crook of her neck as he sucked and licked her as if he wanted to eat her whole. She sat up a bit to watch him undress, she watched as he removed his clothes, his muscles making themselves known as they rippled in the low light of their bedroom. Her breath hitched as he took off his pants and boxers and she could see the mess he made in them. His thick angry red cock, covered in his own mess smeared all over it. It still throbbed and she looked at it.

She stretched her hand to stroke him but Gepared stopped her. “Tonight's about you sweetheart, not me,” he said before pulling her up into a kiss. He poured all his love into this kiss, his tongue reaching into her mouth and tangling with hers. She could taste herself as he wrapped his tongue into hers lustfully filling her mouth completely. He pushed her down getting between her legs. He took a moment to take her in her chest heaving, her skin sheen with a light layer of sweat. Her nipples were hard and her curves in the low light were somehow making him harder. He didn't know how he ever managed to leave her for more than two minutes. He looked down between her thighs and dragged his dick up her slit collecting her wetness along the way. He tapped his tip against her clit looking at her pretty face before leaning down for a kiss.

As soon as his lips met hers his tip caught and he entered her cunt. He whined and bit her lip gently pulling it as soft curse words escaped his mouth. She was so wet around him, he was sure he would cum from just moving. It felt like she was sucking him deeper. “S-so fucking t-tight for me baby,” he groaned as he pulled out slowly. His hips met hers in deep passionate strokes. He angled his hips so he could hit her sweet spot with every thrust. She keened, moaning she threw her head back, and gave Gepard unlimited access to her neck. With every stroke of his cock they could hear how much wetter she was getting. “G-geppy, harder,” she moaned. He looked down and to see the white ring forming around his dick. Gepared groaned and laced his fingers into hers. He did as she asked fuking her harder, so hard the bed slammed against the wall with their shared movements. 

Gepared was so lost in feeling her body against his that he was almost surprised when he felt her orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum,” she moaned and almost immediately his thumb reached down to play with her clit. His rough fingers and hard strokes made her cum so hard that her body tensed. Her cunt squeezed then spasmed around his dick and Gepard swore he would cum right then and there. She pulled him for a kiss and he immediately came making her pussy a creamy mess. 

“Fuck,” he groaned out, sitting up and pushing his sweat-slicked hair away from his forehead. Her hazy eyes barely focused on him but seeing him sweaty and glowing from filling her with his cum, watching his muscles move, and seeing his still hazy with lust, she knew they weren't done. She subconsciously tightened around him again and something in Gepard snapped in that moment. He was gonna give her baby, a son. 

“One more baby, give me one more,” he whispered folding her in half and placing her legs on his shoulders. “Baby wait-,” she whined when she felt him prepare to enter her again. He looked at her but she just kissed his hand. That was Gepard needed to stuff her full of his dick one more time.  “Oh my god,” she whined, she was so full of him. She could feel him in her lungs. His dick was pressed up right against her cervix. Gepard started fucking her, hard. 

Gepard looked at her stomach and he could see himself in her. He pushed down on it and whispered in her ear,” That's where I'm going to fuck a baby into you,” there was a slight growl in his voice before he continued. “I'm going to fuck my son into you, and you'll never be lonely again, You'll be too plump with my seed to think about that ever again.” she had never heard her husband speak like that before. In addition to his words, Gepard was fucking her with all his weight grinding his tip against her cervix as if he wanted to enter her womb. It hurt so good that she was feeling him in her throat. His dick was creating a frothy mess of their previous orgasms against their lower halves. She could feel it run down her taint, warm and wet.

Gepard bent down and sucked on one of her nipples thinking of how they would look full of the milk she would be feeding his offspring. His balls tightened, he was gonna cum but she had to do it first, he needed to feel her cum on his dick one more time. He didn't have to wait long because his pretty little wife was pushing his hips away from hers. “I'm g-gonna cum but it feels w-weird Geppy,” she whined, tears streaming down her face. Before he could do anything she squirted. She came all over them and as he fucked her through it he could feel the streams hit his pelvis with each stroke. He buried himself to the hilt and pumped her full of cum, stream after stream. When he finally pulled away his seed flowed out. He watched as her thighs shook from the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

“It's gonna be okay my love,” he whispered into her ears trying to calm her down. He went and got a warm towel to get her clean. He came back to find her lying exhausted but keeping her eyes open for him. As he got closer she pulled him into the bed next to her. “Clean up later, wanna sleep with you,” she mumbled into his chest before falling asleep. Geapard smiled at her. He knew they were going to regret not cleaning up in the morning but her kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. He just enjoyed spending time with his wife until he too fell asleep.

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i want to sleep so this is so unedited but ill fix it tomorrow, enjoy the smut tho

[byizoyas]

nsfw ; gepard x afab!reader. no tags necessary (cunnilingus) it’s just rlly soft and tender.

you’ve invited gepard to spend the night to your place. you’ve been kinda obvious about your crush on him lately but it seemed he wasn’t comfortable with the subject because he was always looking away and fleeing away for some reason.

you thought he didn’t like you at first and was just too shy to say it, but now that he was in your bed, hardly focusing on television you realized the feelings were not unrequited.

he seemed tensed, as if trying to escape his own thoughts. you straightened up in the bed to grab the bottle of water that was resting on your desk not far when you felt a touch down your back.

‘gepard what are y-‘ you started to say as you turned around to face him.

‘so- sorry.’ he rubbed his face ‘i must’ve misinterpreted things. my apologies y/n.’

his cheeks were flushing red from embarrassment. he usually seemed pretty confident, but he had a hard time talking about his feelings so when his attempt at getting closer to you failed; he felt that it was a mistake.

and if he was being honest with himself he actually thought it was a mistake at the second his fingers touched your skin.

‘what did you interpret ?’ you asked.

the poor boy kept on stuttering. you kinda enjoyed that confusion; because he looked really cute avoiding your gaze and making up excuses.

‘do you want me gepard ? because.. i want you.’

you never knew you could be this bold, but the moment you two were sharing was perfect and it felt natural.

‘y/n..’ he whispered as you got closer, ready to kiss him. he closed his eyes, passing his fingers through your hair and you felt his lips touching yours.

the kiss was soft. shy even, as if both of you never did anything, but he was eager to have more of you, slipping his tongue in your mouth to share a much more intimate kiss. his tongue caressing yours felt like heaven; his body clinging to yours as he pulled you in his lap too.

you craved this for so long; you really didn’t want to be anywhere but here; in his arms, kissing his lips.

only after a few minutes of making out, did he finally take some distance, taking his shirt off; revealing his muscular chest. as one of belobog’s guards you expected him to be muscular; but being able to see it and caress it felt unreal.

you put yourself in a much more comfortable position to drop kisses on his half naked body and he rolled his eyes; simply enjoying the feeling of your mouth exploring his body; something he’s been imagining for a while.

yet he stopped you. ‘lay down y/n. i’m going to take care of you.’ his voice was gentle and he kissed you once more.

he buried his face in your neck, unzipping your pants and pulling it down to reveal a black laced panties that turned him on even more.

‘you’re divine.’ he murmured against your skin, his lips slowly making their way down your chest toward your thighs.

‘mine.’ he stated several times. gepard was almost commanding you to be his, because he needed you to be. he needed to have you for himself. that dominant side of him mixed to the softness of his touch and voice was slowly driving you insane, and making you wet.

he was so hot, and you loved it.

gepard brought his two hands to the only piece of clothing covering your intimacy to take it off, and you moved your hips to help him. now you were fully naked, fully his and ready for him to do whatever pleased himself

but he didn’t want to please himself. he only wanted to please you. he wanted to hear what your moans sounded like. and when you did finally moan his name, he wasn’t able to contain himself anymore.

he gripped your thighs, throwing them above his shoulders, focusing on your pretty pussy.

suddenly his eyes looked back at you. one of his hand ws maintaining your leg, depriving you to go before he was done; and the other was gently caressing your hand, interlocking your fingers as he sticked his tongue out, starting to lick your clit up and down.

he was switching from kissing your thighs to eating you out. and he was good at it; a little too much because after a few seconds, you felt it coming into your whole body.

‘g- gonna cum.’ you said, gripping his hair with your free hand as if begging him to never stop pleasuring you.

‘gepard ngh~ it feels so good.’ you managed to say just before reaching orgasm.

you moaned his name again and when you looked back at him, you could see his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

‘i love you y/n. i want to make love to you.’ he said, planting soft kisses on various places on your body.

‘please do.’ you said and to that he simply stared inside your eyes with a tender expression. ‘anytime you want.’

a/n. sooo idk if y’all are gonna read for hsr & it’s rlly short and just like that as a ‘test’ cause if you like hsr fics i might write some more but this one is for a friend and also bc im obsessed w gepard lately… anyway it seems im slowly getting free from the writers block so tomorrow, hopefully, i shall post childe’s fic that i started to write today

[gepardling]

I saw your blog and I love your writings sm🫶 Glad to see a fellow Gepard simp (JGKFKRJSHA HE'S SO HOT)

Going to my request, if you are fine with smut requests, is it okay for me to request husband!Gepard and spouse!gn!reader, featuring breeding kink and manhandling? It's up to you how you want to write how the story goes, surprise me 👀

Anyways, make sure to take care of yourself as well, stay hydrated, and thank you sm!!

happy anniversary w/ gepard.

desc. : im so srry for my mini-hiatus, my schedule is spaghetti ;p my mind was lowkey still buzzing abt the museum event, n i needed a good hook for da story okay !! to me, marriage means becoming a family, so i used dat to set the scene :) am also working on improving gn!reader smut so i hope i did good here ( wc : 1.9k )

tags / cw : nsfw, gn!reader, pretty fluffy i think, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), top!gepard, bottom!reader, aftercare, manhandling, breeding (I HOPE I DID THESE RIGHT, I'M SUCH A VANILLA PERSON), not proofread !

Gepard couldn’t help but wonder if he was cut out for fatherhood, given his past encounters with children. It seemed that whenever he interacted with little ones, they either burst into tears at the sight of him or found themselves quickly bored by his serious demeanor. As such, he had never entertained the idea of having a family of his own – not until he met you, at least.

You had a habit of taking Gepard’s entire world and turning it upside down, making him question everything he thought he believed up until that point. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and he quickly found himself drawn to your open-mindedness. Spontaneity was something that Gepard lacked in his life, and you delivered everything he needed and more. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you had married, and everyone knew it was a long time coming. No one could soften up the strict Captain like you could, especially when you manage to catch him off guard. Just the other day, Gepard's heartstrings were thoroughly scrambled when he saw you guiding a group of children through the museum. The way you handled the kids was beyond Gepard, and you taught history in a way that they understood, even enjoyed. 

After another one of your museum shifts, you and Gepard were relaxing at home. It was the evening of your first anniversary, having been married for a year. Gepard was immersed in a book, your head rested on his shoulder as you arranged your thoughts. Which is what brought you to this point. Here, in your shared home, you decided to finally raise the question. 

“You know,” you began softly, your voice carrying a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. “I can’t help but imagine… What if we had children?” Gepard’s demeanor instantly shifted, a fleeting tension washing over his body. Sensing his unease, you hurriedly backtracked. “I’m sorry, you don’t want to… And that’s okay!”

But before the words could fully escape your mouth, Gepard’s reassuring touch met your hand, his eyes filled with warmth. “No, not at all,” he assured. “You simply caught me off guard…” There was an excited tone to his voice, but some uncertainty still lingered deep beneath the surface. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you absorbed Gepard’s response. “I think it would be amazing,” you uttered, a dreamy lilt decorating your tone. Gepard’s fingers gently traced the wedding band adorning your finger, and he was instantly reminded of your wedding, how radiant you looked as you stood before him. The image of you, eyes filled with unwavering devotion, etched itself permanently in his heart.

Your gentle laughter caressed his ears as your hand cupped his cheek, pulling him back from his daydream. “Don’t worry, we can wait until you’re ready,” you replied, softly pecking him on the lips. “There’s no rush, after all.” But between your gentle touch and his devotion towards you, all this family talk was getting Gepard a little hot beneath the collar.

He was sure you were aware of it too – your touches growing tantalizingly slow as your lips lingered longer and longer on his. With that same old mischievous glint in your eyes, you took the book from Gepard’s hands and set it on the table across from you. You snaked your arms around his neck, gently shifting yourself into his lap.

"What are we still sitting out here for?" You whispered, forehead pressed against his own. "It's our anniversary after all." Gepard's hands slowly came to rest on your hips, a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. You brought your hands down from his neck, opting to work open the first few buttons of his shirt. Dipping your hands beneath the fabric, Gepard shuddered lightly at your cold touch.

He moved his hands from your hips to your wrists, gently gripping them. "Not on the couch," he breathed. Of course, same old Gepard. That's one rule that's never changed for the whole three years you've been with him. You gave him a quick peck on the nose, followed by a mock salute. Gepard smiled in return, uttering "Your form is off," before scooping you up in his arms. 

Your surprise was quickly muffled by his lips on yours, his kiss filled with love and devotion towards you. He made quick work of whisking you off to the bedroom, lightly tossing you onto the soft mattress of your shared bed. You could barely sit up before he was leaning over you, covering your body with his large frame. 

"We're not on the couch anymore, are you happy?" You teased, smiling up at him mischievously. Gepard only rolled his eyes in response, lowering his head to kiss you once again. It was deeper this time, only growing more heated as your hands continued to undress him. Before you could undo his belt, his grip on your wrist stopped your ministrations. 

"Allow me," he replied, moving to undress you instead. He wedged his knee between your thighs, pushing them open before laying between them. He kept his arms wrapped around your legs, preventing you from closing them again. When he dipped his head between your thighs, you could only gasp at the feeling of his mouth on your heat. 

Gepard had more than enough practice over the last few years, and that much was evident. His skilled tongue worked across your sex, rolling over your most sensitive parts. The sensation of his hot mouth caused little stars to spot your vision, nails gripping the sheets so tight you were sure you'd rip them. Your gasps were like music to his ears, only fueling the fire deep within. 

His slicked fingers worked you open, gently scissoring your hole. Your back arched at the feeling as Gepard carefully prepared you, sparks of pleasure dashing across your body. But as the buildup started to reach its peak, mere seconds before your vision could go white and the fires of release consumed you, the sudden loss of his fingers and mouth left you cold and empty. The sensation immediately dissipated, fading into obscurity. 

Your breathing was ragged as your body attempted to come to terms with the orgasm you never had, blinking away the stars that dotted your vision. "W-Wait," you whispered, raising yourself onto your elbows. "Why'd you st-" But just as the words were about to leave your mouth, Gepard had turned you around onto your stomach, hand resting on your upper back. His free hand hurriedly worked to release his cock from the confines of his pants, as he pressed gentle kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades. 

Before you could complain again, he sunk his member deep into your heat. The weight of his body suspended above yours only added to the pleasure, slowly thrusting in sync with the rhythmic contraction of your walls. Each thrust was coupled with the soft grind of his hips, slowly working you back up to your pleasure point. He took his time, butterfly kisses dotting the back of your neck and ears. 

"Gepard…" You sighed, to which he replied with a soft hum. While you sincerely enjoyed his languid pace, you needed something more to soothe the ache in your loins. You pressed back against him, breathing a quiet “Faster,” to which he replied with a chuckle. Gepard slipped two fingers between your lips, hushing you with quiet whispers. 

You swirled your tongue around his digits, the cool metal of his wedding band contrasting the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled back his hand, a small whine escaped your lips, but your breath soon hitched in your throat as he suddenly increased his pace. He kept his hand pressed down on your lower back, preventing you from bucking back against him as he took you at his own pace. 

The way his cock slammed into you left you gasping for air, brushing against your deepest pleasure points. The heat was rising exponentially, drawing the knot in your belly tighter and tighter with each thrust. Gepard’s lips met the back of your ear, gently pressing kisses to the side of your head. As your cries intensified, you buried your face in the closest pillow you could reach, desperate to muffle the throes of your passion. 

But Gepard didn’t like the way you tried to hide, and he was quick to swipe the pillow from your hold. He pulled out in the process, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact. The heat from your core dissipated once again, and your orgasm fizzled out of reach a second time. Before you could make your disdain known, his hands gripped your hips to turn you around onto your back. 

At your gasp of surprise, his hands met your knees, pushing your thighs up against your chest. He buried himself back in your core, and the roughness of his actions made you wail into your palm. Gepard lowered himself to your face, prying your hand away with his own to clash his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss, interlocking your fingers with his. He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, to which you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his. 

When he pulled back, your lips chased his, breaking the delicate string of saliva between you. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, tiny tears dotting your vision. You felt like you were melting in his hold, the heat of the moment escalating far beyond your limits. Your sighs were like music to Gepard’s ears as he made love to you, consummating your marriage a second time.

The hand from your thigh moved down to your abdomen, pressing into the skin to feel the way he moved inside of you. He gripped your hand tighter, slightly increasing the pace to chase his orgasm. His cock glided effortlessly, bruising your deepest parts as you sang him praise. The pressure rose even higher in your core, building on your previously denied release. 

Amidst his passion, Gepard managed to grunt out a quiet “Where do you want it?” ghosting his lips along the side of your face. You managed to compose yourself just enough to answer, barely squeaking out “Inside,” before another moan tore itself from your throat. Gepard’s hands came to rest on your thighs again, burying himself impossibly deep in your core.

The sensation of his load warming you from within sent you over the edge as well, whispers of his name escaping your lips as your nails dug into his arm. Sparks of electrifying bliss enveloped your body, walls clenching around his cock. Gepard rode out his high, gently grinding his hips against yours. His lips met yours again, this time kissing you much softer than before. 

When he pulled away, some of his cum dripped from your core. You finally released your iron grip on his hand, sitting up to meet him at eye-level. “Why don’t we go get cleaned up,” you asked, your hand cupping the side of his face. Gepard hummed in approval, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. 

“I think a bath would do,” he spoke, pulling you off the bed and into his arms. Though you weren’t really sure how much cleaning you’d actually get done. All in all, any time you got to spend with your beloved husband was a win in your books.

(melts) i saw a ballet concert, had my hair done, went out w/ my dad nd played league wit my friends. nun of these activities allowed me 2 write my smutty smut dis week waahhhh hopefully back on schedule now :') i tried 2 write dis extra long as an apology, also referenced multiple online sources 4 gn!smut 2 attempt 2 educate myself........

[yurinaa-world]

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo, and Arlan x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Snow drips down from the sky the same goes for emotions having a hard time; you feel unhappy and miserable, so he'll comfort you until you feel better.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: angst to comfort, fluff?, and spelling mistakes,

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Here's my little present!!

The shards of frozen water molecules fell from the sky, a light coating of snow on the ground that overnight came to the heights of your knees, and the wind blew strongly, making anybody, even those wearing a jacket, red and their nostrils puffy with such things come dreadful sentiments that you thought were gone for a long time,  the loneliness would go away completely, but it doesn't appear to be the case with the trashy state you're currently in because of the stupid weather.

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

The room was freezing, a biting cold that seeped through the cracks in the walls and settled in every nook and cranny. The frigid air clawed at your skin, leaving goosebumps. blade who was with you, in his lap, hiding in your neck, arms around you, you were trying to cut out the cold air coming so it wouldn’t ruin the warm feeling you were experiencing.

 you tried to feel better since it was winter and all festive things happened apparently but it just made you want to stay in bed all day not bothering with anything.

he didn’t know how to comfort you at all, what words to say, but he felt the misery seeping out from your skin and projecting out very brightly that anyone could tell what mood you were in,  but he couldn’t help you, he could only try and make you happy and warm. 

He didn’t like the way your body shivered as he ran his hand on your arm “Blade..” you mutter in such a quiet voice that it weren’t for the room being too quiet no one would probably notice how strained your voice sounds and how it cracks almost like it going to break.

“Don’t bother with anything”

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Your heart is full of many mixed emotions that swirling seriously like a storm that blew anyone away from getting close, one of your solaces was your face pressed against his chest in a way to not look him in the eyes since if you do, tears will slip out for no reason, just the eye contact will make everything worse.

 the soft fabric which your face was against would suffice for you. Your fingers curled over the edges of his shirt, you feel the fabric shift as he shifts. the silence and quiet between you two was deafening, it felt like a bubble that could pop at any moment but didn't want to speak at all.

Jing Yuan's arms were around you, not saying anything, no teasing, just comforting you by whispering things into your ears, his voice soothing you.

 You're aware of his hands slowly moving up and down your back, he's rarely seen you this bad but you've seen worse and still helped him so he should return the favor tenfold. 

 he rubs circles with his thumbs on the small of your back. You don't move; you're too scared you'll break apart or start crying again.

 you breathe deeply, closing your eyes, the feeling of Jing Yuan's hand on your back calms you down and makes you feel better,  he presses a kiss onto your hairline, then continues to hug you tightly. The tension slowly melts out of your body even with a blizzard happening outside.

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

“I’m sorry, I...I really am, Dan Heng..”

Apologize said for no reason in your croaky and strained voice like you hadn’t been drinking water,  for hours now, sent a cold chill down your spine while not wanting to look at him for fear of what the consequences of seeing his face might be not being able to stop yourself from crying.

“Don't say sorry,” He muttered back and squeezed your hand reassuringly, he could feel your hands trembling in his grasp but he didn’t let go, looking at him with an expression that looked almost hurt but he couldn’t be sure. 

"I'm sorry Dan Heng, I'm sorry" Repeating your apology repeatedly. You started crying, silently, tears falling from your eyes, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you, and has your face pressed against his chest.

 It was silent in the room except for your muffled sobs and your occasional sniffle,  you started sobbing even harder than before,  holding onto him and clawing at his back tightly as if to make sure he was there with you and wouldn't suddenly disappear. 

 He held onto you tighter in response, rocking you slightly side to side, hoping to comfort you, "Dan Heng...Dan heng.." murmuring his name over and over "I'm here...I'm here (name)."

 He could feel how hard your breathing was becoming more and more uneven, it's been several minutes since you last spoke. 

 He tried to calm you by repeating your name over and over again like a broken record, rubbing circles on your back,  hoping this might help somehow, he'll do anything to make you feel better.

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

He held you close to him, not sure what to do at all, he’s never seen you like but Gepard won’t love you any less than before you’re the light of his life and he won’t just leave you crying especially all alone to yourself in a room with no one else. 

"Shh, it's going to be fine, I'll stay with you until you feel better."  He mumbled into your hair. You felt safe in his arms, but you couldn't stop crying. He pulled back to look at your face, tears still rolling down your cheeks. 

Then just immediately pushed you back into his chest,  wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could muster. "It's okay," He whispered. 

"Shhh." He stroked your hair slowly while you cried. Your body shook with sobs and his hold tightened even more. "Just... take deep breaths and I'll help you feel better, okay?"  He rubbed your back as though soothing an animal, which only made your sobbing get worse. 

Gepard tried to think of some way to calm you down and keep your mind from thinking about all the terrible things that you feeling right now, he couldn't imagine half of what agony you must feeling right now. His heart broke for you. 

He doesn't care about how long it might take all night or even days he's going to stay there.

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 

“Oh, don’t be sad” Sampo worried over you, sitting beside the bed, seeing you with dark eye bags under your eyes with your eyes all puffy like you were crying and you hadn’t called or answered any of your calls, he brought you cake just in case you were mad but he found you in bed just staring out the window.

“I’m not sad, Sampo.” you denied, wiping at your tears, trying to keep them hidden in the darkness of your room, while he gave you that look, a pout,  that you know means he won’t let this go until you tell him what was wrong. 

“It’s nothing,” you said, giving up on trying to lie, you didn’t want to talk about your feelings at the moment.

even though it always snows Belobog, you weren’t feeling too well these days. Sampo leans in to get a better look at you and wrapping his arms around you, he rests his chin on the top of your head, holding you close in a warm hug.  

you lean into him, resting your head against his chest and he sighs deeply, rubbing your back gently.  “Sampo?”  “mhm I'm just making you feel better,”  he murmurs, stroking your hair slowly.

 You can feel yourself start to calm down and relax into his embrace.

“Thank you, Sampo”

𝒜𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃

“Ahh..don’t be sad please don’t be sad!” Arlan began to freak out, comforting you to the best of his abilities. he’s seen people break down and in those moments he comforts them but when it’s you..someone, so close to him, he doesn’t know react either. 

 your tears are flowing freely as you try to reassure him that everything will be okay. 

it’s a struggle just emotionally draining that your brain hurts to even try thinking.

you feel like crying and crying until your body breaks down since you’re so tired, even talking to Arlan is difficult with having a headache, “I’m fine Arlan!” you raise your voice, while holding your forehead in pain.

 Arlan was quick to notice, pulling out a hand to cup your cheek  in comfort as his eyes softened to concern,  “You are not fine (Name), please let me help…” 

 he mumbled, moving closer so he could pull you closer into a hug. he rubbed your back soothingly as you buried your head on his shoulder, you sighed deeply, your mind feeling heavy as you felt your energy leaving you bit by bit. 

“Just stay here...

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