#gepard x y/n

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan heng, welt yang, yanqing, sampo, gepard, luocha x nb!reader

warnings: tooth rutting fluff, advised for u to read while sitting down or in private bc u might have a heart attack from how cute and chaotic this shit is, some angst might be sprinkled in just bc✨✨

notes: that moment when you have a super bad baby fever except the fever is towards cat rather than babies. genshin impact ver can be read here!

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

oh fuck

look at that floof

that absolute big soft floofball peacefully sleeping on top of your favorite black shirt. your shirt is ruined, massive amount of white fur stuck to the fabric and you’re late for work but at least you have a happily napping away cat

a siberian cat, me thinks. with that amount of fur and that large body, he’s gotta be a siberian cat

spoiled, smug peace of shit and he knows it. revels in that title even

dubbed as ‘the handsome cat’ by your friends, co-workers and neighbors alike, meow yuan is surprisingly and not so surprisingly incredibly popular amongst the ladies. whether it be because of his fur, his adorable meows, the red ribbon you tied around his neck as a makeshift collar or his way of charming the ladies with a gentle pawing to their hand and a smug “meowww”, you will never know

the biggest out of the cats. but is it his body that’s big or is it the rapunzel like long fur that he has. the world will sadly never know and neither will you

surprisingly chatty at times. but worryingly very eepy. an adult cat should sleep about 12-16 hours a day and yet you’re pretty sure meow yuan spends 25 hours of the day sleeping away under the sunlight

closest to little nyanqing. seems to think of the youngest kitten as his own as he’s seen grooming or simply looking out for the young kitten at times. also seems to be a bit closer to nyan heng and meowade but the latter tends to spend his time alone

an absolute smug spoiled prince and he owns to it. whether it be feigning hurt, crying out for your attention or downright plopping himself down on your keyboard, deleting your entire progress of work, the little shit knows how to be a headache

but it’s okay, you always forgive him because he allows you to smush your face into the fur of his belly when you’re stressed or squish his soft toe beans. meow yuan is let off the hook yet again…

occasionally, meow yuan reminds you of a lion. it maybe weird and completely out of the blue but with the way he grooms others, his fur, the absolute motor like loud purrs he emits or the sheer massive size and weight of him — yeah, you get the point

one time, you decided to spoil him by carrying him around in your arms like how you do with the other cats. the loud crack! noise and the fact that you couldn’t get up the next day should prove just how damn big he is

meow yuan was a worry wart the whole day. constantly meowing in your ears, purring softly, nuzzling your side. it almost seemed like he was trying to apologize for being this big. to which you easily let him off the hook of course. how could anyone ever say no to that big adorable yellow eyes?

art credit to cocoink🍁 on twt

a bit of a worrying case, meowade is

he doesn’t like socializing, the other cats nor does he get along with you either. the only ones he seem to at least tolerate were meow yuan and nyan heng alongside you

likes to spend his time all alone, cooped up inside some small confined space, above the cupboard or inside his own small room in the cat tree. also enjoys spending time in your room as well but only if the other cats aren’t there

flinches or freezes up whenever you touch him which is incredibly worrying and gut-wrenching. makes you hate however was his previous owner to have caused meowade to despise touches and affections

the first time you found him, bleeding and wet on the side of the road and tried to wrap your coat around him to take him to the vet, the little scraggly cat hissed and clawed and bit at you with great amount of hate despite literally bleeding out. thankfully, he seemed to understand you were no threat as he went limp in your coat, allowing you to get him to the vet

due to whatever his past experiences were, meowade hates being close to anyone. but at least he was slowly but surely opening up to the others and you

the first time the poor scraggly cat decided to bump his head to your hand, asking for pets, you cried tears of joy and relief. at least, you can offer him healing and comfort as you and the other cats stay there for him on his journey

the second biggest cat, bested by meow yuan himself. not as big as him but damn can this cat scare others. whether it be other cats, your friends who decided to visit or some random dog that you passed by as you take meowade out for a walk

seriously, the amount of times this cat wrestled against dogs bigger than himself gives you heart attacks. it’s a real wonder and a miracle you aren’t dead yet

british shorthair, me thinks. but the ones that grow to be a bit bigger than the others

has a bad habit of just… staring off into space, unblinking with those big round eyes at times. literally no thoughts in his brain. head empty, as he just… stares off into space

“oh, having another existential crisis again? mind if i join you today, meowade?”

“…”

“… meow”

and so, this weird ritual of the two of you sitting side by side, staring off into the distance, unblinking as the cup of coffee in your hand goes cold has become something special in you two’s bonding moment. oneself that meowade looks forward to each day

sometimes, he tends to chase after nyan heng around the house for whatever the reason. it leaves poor nyan heng shaking and hissing as the small black cat comes to you for help

not the chattiest of cats nor is he the most pickiest. quite docile despite his killer stare at times and you would even daresay, shy when it comes to affection

overall, a cute cat. the cute pathetic ones that you just can’t help but adore and love

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another docile cat!! perhaps even the most docile one!!!

at first, you were worried when taking him in because holy shit, where is his tail?! only after taking him to the vets did you finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief because nyan heng was a black manx breed of cat

lean, on the smaller side, an amazing hunter and a dutiful bug hunter in the house, nyan heng is a cute black manx who has a pretty green/grey eyes

an absolute sweetheart, always hoping to please you or help you out around the house as he helps to keep the other cats in line. except for meowade. he always finds himself having a hissing match with the black british shorthair or getting teased by the eepy meow yuan

closest to nyelt, as you had found the two cats together when you decided to take him in. almost seem to see nyelt as some sort of a father figure with how the little black manx constantly goes to the older one for advice or simply some help in grooming

has a cute simple, thread like thin black tie with a few charms around himself as a makeshift collar. he seems to like it despite the thread being a little bit too thin for cats’ comfort

seriously, what’s up with your cats and their desire to wear makeshift collars? makes you really consider if they are cats…

that aside, nyen heng also tends to be more active during nighttime. not the type that would take down things, destroy objects or cause ruckus and cause you jump out of the warm comfort of your bed. no, he just simply quietly trudges around the house, searching if he had truly hunted down every bugs and insects in the house

especially that spider

nyen heng hates to see you so scared over that cursed spider. so he makes it his life mission to rid the house of insects, more specifically, spiders!!

and damn is he absolutely devoted to his job because ever since you cried to your friend over the phone about the spider that you saw in your room, you never saw another spider ever again!

not the most chattiest nor is the most affectionate. he’s a mix of both but only when in privacy of you two or when he’s feeling particularly lonely

don’t get him wrong, the other cats are an amazing company but he just tends to seek out your attention and affection more y’know? there’s just something soothing about being by your side

seems to have some history with meow yuan and meowade. whether that be good with how friendly meow yuan is with nyan heng. or bad, with how meowade seems to want to take their play fighting to a whole next level

surprisingly, doesn’t like sunlight that much

most of the cats would follow the sunlight and it’s warmth and spend some time outside or on the window sill. but you can find the little black minx just chilling in one of the rooms of the cat tree of beside you, observing the other cats

nyen heng is an absolute sweetheart. the quiet type of sweetheart

the type of sweetheart that follows you around, hoping to help you out or simply offer a comforting presence. it’s the least he can do for you

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another sweetheart of a cat except nyelt makes himself and his presence known unlike nyan heng

possibly a havana brown breed with just how damn calm, peaceful, loving and loyal he is. especially with you. havana browns tend to attach themselves to only one person during their span of life, which sometimes can feel like nyelt is just a biiitttt clingy with you

was there with nyan heng when you took the two cats in and often times acts like a father figure to the cats of the house which is a huge help to your mental state. except for nyanqing. nyanqing only has one father figure and that’s meow yuan

but that was completely fine since nyelt still looks after the little energetic kitten. often times looking after the cream munchkin as he carries nyanqing around by his scruff

to which, nyan heng comes to you for affection and attention. if his father figure won’t give it, then you surely will!

likes to wear the black mini scarf like collar around his neck. often times seen curled up inside the mini scarf as he sleeps the day away like most cats do

can come of as quite chatty at times with how attentive and helpful nyelt is

oh your back feels stiff? he can sit on it and make biscuits (that cute moment when cats knead their paws?). meow yuan is out of option since he’s way too big and heavy and could potentially be the sole reason you break your back. literally

oh nyanqing is missing again? what do you mean he’s missing? he’s right there, hiding inside one of the rooms of the cat tree

nyan heng is being bullied by meowade again? you know nothing of the weight behind this powe—

yeah, you get it. kinda reminds you of a grandpa with how attentive he is and how he has a single streak of grey atop his head fur. which is absolutely adorable and one place that you adore smothering with kisses

nyelt doesn’t seem to mind the affection too as he simply sits there, purring away and basking in your affection. a very pliant cat

sometimes, something seems to weigh heavily on his and nyan heng’s minds with how they curl up together or look out the window, seemingly searching for something

at first when they did that, you thought some bird or a squirrel passed by the window. but if that was the case then every cats should by by the windowsill

yet only nyelt and nyan heng are

at first it worried you because what if they were having cat depression?! are you absolutely sure that you’re being a good cat owner, [name]?!

yeah, you had a lot of self doubt and depressive episodes due to the two cats

however you finally figured out the case when one day, one of your co-workers suggested a play date with her own cats. saying that sometimes, cats need to see new faces to experience some relief from their everyday tasks or ways of living

the date was agreed upon and your co-worker decided to bring over a few of her cats

the immediate second the pretty red furred maine coon, pink-ish scottish fold and the grey striped scottish fold stepped out of the cat bag, nyelt and nyan heng seem to brighten immediately as they fucking dash towards the three cats

turns out the five of them seemed to have been close before they got separated and the two male cats found their way in your home

at least your cats were happy yet again. which made you happy in turn too

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

awwwwwww

everyone's reactions when you first introduce them to nyanqing. and honestly, you can't blame them because look at that cute little cream munchkin pitter pattering his way over here!!!

as stated above, a cute little cream colored munchkin

super adorable

tiny

a tiny baby

"hang on, i'm gonna have an abnormal increase in my sugar intake simply because nyanqing is just too damn adorable to not to do that" - you on a daily basis while calling your best friend and honestly? your bestie's starting to get a bit sick of your constant fawning over your cats

that is until you bestie decides to come over for a visit to drop off some meds for you (during the infamous 'trying to lift meow yuan and almost breaking your spinal cord' day), your bestie dropped down to the floor, unresponsive the moment you called over nyanqing to introduce him to your bestie

yeah... since then the two of you constantly fawn over the little munchkin while trying not to die of a cuteness overload

but it's completely fine and understandable even as you two get the nth heart attack this day simply because nyanqing was... well, nyanqing himself!

an adorable little pliant baby who loves nothing more than sleeping, playing around with meow yuan, you and sprinkles of mischief sometimes

is the closest to meow yuan and can be found with the large siberian cat whenever you can't find him. often times, you would have to move meow yuan over to check each and every nook and cranny around the large siberian cat just so you can get a glimpse of the small munchkin and let out a sigh of relief

at times, the eepy meow yuan tends to curl up with the tiny nyanqing buttttt due to how much of a heavy sleeper the larger cat is, nyanqing almost gets crushed under the much larger cat

yet he somehow is still alive and well and completely okay???? like what????????

still doesn't relieve your heart no matter how many times you find the tiny munchkin under the large siberian cat

is a little bit mischievous at times with how he lovingly bothers nyan heng. trailing after the black minx all the while meowing his ears off about something. the same can be applied to nyelt as well but nyelt tends to patiently converse with the small munchkin unlike nyan heng who wishes to avoid him at most times, preferring his lone and private time

seem to have some sort of an ongoing hidden agenda against meowade and luonya. the former black can cat be found bullying the small munchkin until either the other cats step in or you. as for the latter? no one knows. somehow, nyanqing always ends up getting into a defensive position whenever luonya comes into his field of vision

one time you even found nyanqing hisses at meowade with meow yuan behind the tiny kitten's back. you had to put the three of them into time out and give meowade a scolding

what about scolding nyanqing you say? well

“this is the last time i’ll let you off the hook, nyan-nyan. if i find you stirring up trouble again”

yeah… when are you ever going to stop letting your cats off of the hook [name]?

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

…

“you sure this is a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover?”

“yes, it is indeed a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover. i’m guessing it’s a somali cat though it could be mixed breed with another different cat breed as well”

“you sure…?”

“please get out, and allow the others to show their pets”

yeah… the local vet is familiar with you and your many different cats. not to mention the amount of times you asked if meowpo was truly a cat and not a fox undercover because damn, is this cat fucking mischievous

an absolute fucking menace and i cannot stress this enough, god

the type of cat who would keep a straight eye contact with you as his soft squishy paw slowly pushes a cup full of your coffee towards the edge of the surface all the while keeping the :3 face

oh you thought meow yuan was bad and mischievous? you immediately took back your words the second you adopted meowpo

that’s how damn bad this little cat is

you know those moments that you have like,,, a cute aggression? but instead of smothering the cat with kisses and hugs and cuddles, you end up lovingly bullying the cat? yeah. that’s your eternal cycle with meowpo

“you stupid—“ kiss “—fucking” kiss “—cat!” kiss “when the fuck—“ kiss “—and where the fuck” kiss “—did you came from” kiss “—to make me suffer, huh?”

a never ending cycle and meowpo fucking revels in the sheer amount of times he can make you have lovingly bullying cute aggression moments

seems to have some sort of a rivalry with nyepard and surprisingly meow yuan

nyepard was completely understood and truthfully, you saw it coming. nyepard is a rule follower and an enforcer through and through meanwhile meowpo is a rule breaker

so imagine your surprise when you come back home one day to see meow yuan glaring at meowpo from his windowsill

“meow yuan, what’s gotten into you? why are you bullying meowpo?”

“mrreow!” oh meow yuan sounded a bit angry. which only served to double your shock since meow yuan is a very gentle cat despite his large size. gentle, affectionate, chatty, friendly and a bit mischievous at times but never hostile or mean

“mrreeeooww!” meowpo seems to complain as he makes his way over to hide behind your leg. he seems to be shaking or even afraid of the larger cat

to which, you immediately coddled and soothed meowpo over and scolded meow yuan afterwards. all the while meowpo gives meow yuan a knowing smug look

yeaaahhh… these idiots are fighting for your attention and affection

if meowpo isn’t somewhere inside the house, creating chaos and getting scolded by the other cats then you can definitely find him by asking a help from nyepard. nyeppie would dutifully carry out his duties and rat meowpo out in record time

but he isn’t always so mean or mischievous. the times where you fall sick and is having a hard time trying to breathe through your nostrils, meowpo is the one who takes care of the other cats’ bowls of food and water

it was a way of him hoping to help you out the tiniest bit as you lay bedridden

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

nyepard, the most… dog-like cat you would ever meet. but also a cheetah-like as well????

it’s hard to explain since nyeppie has spotted fur and the black smokey eye that cheetahs have and not to mention his large yet lean physique as well

the second largest. whereas meowade is also the second biggest due to his length, neppie is the second biggest due to being a bit on the… buffer? side

seriously, you were worried for a few days when nyepard kept growing and growing, showing absolutely no sign of stopping his growth spurt

thankfully, he isn’t as big as meow yuan

you don’t wanna live with the embarrassment of getting dragged down the street by another big ass cat chasing after a random pretty leaf they saw. nope. you can’t deal with the embarrassment and shame

and yes, you did dragged down the street when taking meow yuan out on a walk before but that is a story and second hand embarrassment for another time

another sweetheart despite his size

very doting, gentle, very shy when it comes to affections but still asks for them anyways because it’s you

the first time you took nyepard for his vet vaccinations, the veterinarian looked at you dead in the eyes as if saying “bestie, what the fuck?”

of course you would get weird stares whenever you take the big cat out for a walk. he’s as big as a doberman dog and the dotted furs of his doesn’t exactly help to direct attention away from yourself

but the sheer amount of power you feel when walking down the street with both meow yuan and nyepard by your two sides is fucking addicting

one cat that closely resembles a lion and another that looks like a cheetah. at least you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you have two scary cats privilege

scary dog privilege? [name] only knows and experiences scary cats privilege. at times it's adorable but also threatening as well because your bestie and some close co-workers know just how devoted and loyal your cats are towards you

nyeppie is the most loyal of them all. or at least, one who is willing to show it at each minute of the day with how dutifully he chases after insects with nyan heng, scolds meowpo or just is there to be your emotional support

by being your emotional support, nyeppie meant being there sitting beside your computer as you diligently types away at a work report and not to be your cuddle victim!!!! no, no no no, no no, you're not squishing his paws as you take him away in your arms to cuddle on the bed!! you always end up falling asleep!!!! what do you mean by it's completely fine that you have saved up the progress and the deadline isn't close yet?! the deadline is before midnight!!!

sigh...

if only cats could sigh heavily and smack his face with his palm as he watches you scamper about, trying to wake yourself up as you realize that you did ended up napping the day away with nyeppie in your arms

well, at least you managed to send the report in at time. by 'at time' you and him both meant at least 2 minutes before the deadline closed up

nyepard guesses you can cuddle with him this time since you managed to finish the report within a record time of 47 minutes

art credit to mm_mako22 on danbooru!

luonya is probably the most weirdest cat you ever had the pleasure of adopting. and that was saying something because you're pretty sure you live with a long lost lion and a cheetah and a fox cats!!!!

and he's just a simple, silly, lovely cream colored turkish angora!!!!!

ah, whatever. you guess its just life's way of dealing you karma by making you live with a bit quirky 8 cats

jokes and a lot of conspiracy theories pushed aside for now, time to focus on the present AKA 'the pretty cat'

oh yes, while meow yuan was getting dubbed as 'the handsome cat' by almost everyone who meets him, luonya was rightfully dubbed as 'the pretty cat'

at this point, you're damn sure that your friends and co-workers come around only to coo over your cats and to spoil them rather than spending time with you... understandable, because you too would do the same without a single ounce of shame and you absolutely mean every damn word

one time, just for shits and giggles and a bunch of pictures to take of your latest cat, you signed him up for a cat beauty pageant

it was only for shits and giggles and a reason to snap pictures of luonya in a pretty cat costumes and stuff, you swear!! so imagine your surprise and how far down your jaw went slack when the host announced your cat, luonya as the cat beauty pageant winner!!!

yeah...

it was a chaotic thing to happen truly and the small glares and backhanded compliments the other cat parents were giving you was making you break out in cold sweat. at least, you have your pretty cat with you to soothe yourself a bit

and a nice whopping 300K dollars as the victor money!!!! damn, you're rich as shit now

not for too long since that money is gonna fly away in the wind due to the fact that you adopted a literal 7 cats and a kitten

worth it, you cry internally as you pay for the 50 kilograms of cat food all the while luonya gently meows at you as in a way of saying "hurry up, dear. we still have to pick up the wet food and the snacks too"

hhhh yeah

this cream colored turkish angora of yours is absolutely drop dead gorgeous yet at the same time he also has a very large secretive look on his face. there's just something about the way that luonya just acts, always sitting atop a high place in the house, as he just stares into the souls of everyone within the room

weirdly smells like either flowers or of medicine and pills and there's absolutely no in between. it's either giving lilies or pills but either way, your cat is a girlboss and he seems to know it as well

not entirely affectionate like meow yuan or meowpo but he is also not too talkative either. a bit of something in between along the lines

is affectionate and talkative at times but prefer it if you would be asleep or when its just you two when he finally decides to curl up on your lap

overall, luonya is a very gentle yet also a very suspicious cat but is oki, he girlboss and he knows what he wants and needs with how he sometimes fakes choking noises to make you get up in light speed

[mirangel]

Yahoo~ if your request is closed please ignore this, i like your writing a lot＼⁠(⁠°⁠o⁠°⁠)⁠／ , can you write smut Where M!reader stuck in the wall (like between walls, ass out) and sampo coincidentally walks across the reader and it's feels like his dream come true, he immediately took this chance and fucks the outta of reader.if you want, makes sampo manages to convince Gepard to come along, maybe noncon and breeding? Thank you!

stuck in a wall with sampo and gepard !

cw: noncon, stuck in the wall, anal fingering, anal sex, voyeurism, m!reader

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you have absolutely no idea how long sampo has been waiting for this moment to occur. ever since he saw that broken wall in belobog, of course he had to hint that there’s a suspicious deal there, and of course your sense of justice prevented you from ignoring it, you had to investigate. unfortunately for you, you got stuck in the wall that sampo told you that you needed to bypass in order to intercept the deal.

of course, he was right around the corner waiting for you, and he crosses over, feigning shock at the sight of your ass greeting him. “my! what happened to you?” unbeknownst to you, he wears a grin of the schemer he is. of course, you can’t help but demand to be freed, that he set you up. “of course i can help, but for a price.”

he tugs down your pants, just enough for your ass to show. “i know what i’m doing, treasure. let me do my thing.” sampo tries to reassure, and you felt cold liquid flowing between your ass cheeks. he fingers your ass with his pointer and middle finger, ignoring your pleas for mercy and honing on your moans instead, his grin growing wider with each adorable reaction you make.

“what the— sampo koski?!” another voice rang, this time of surprise and embarrassment. “captain!” sampo cheers, “just in time to see my little present for you. i know how much you adore him after all.” but gepard backs away, reluctant to accept this “present” when he of all people should have morals.

“if you don’t want to accept, you can watch of course.” gepard lets out a sigh, and you hear footsteps coming closer before his clothes shift, leaning against the wall. sampo wastes no time to fuck you, coaxing loud moans to erupt from you while he makes direct eye contact with gepard the entire time.

gepard can’t stop thinking about how he would treat you better than sampo would, how he’d lower your pants all the way, jerking off your cock while he fucks you gentle and slowly, unlike sampo’s rough and fast speed. his pants tighten with arousal, but he refuses to move from the wall, his eyes trained on how your ass jiggles when sampo’s hips collide with you, his face reddening at how well sampo’s cock stretches you out.

maybe he should’ve accepted sampo’s little gift.

SORRY IF I DIDNT COOK AS HARD HERE. my mind has been all over the place it’s insane

[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 >:)

[syeren]

love love love the way you write, could i request gepard smut where he gets jealous of how reader entertain sampo’s shenanigans or flirtations? reader and gepard aren’t officially together but people kinda know that they’re a thing. geoard’s too shy to ask for attention and he doesn’t like how she’s so close to sampo and finally claims her when he reaches his breaking point. knowing this man and his incredible self restraint im just AHHH he snaps

SYEREN ANSWERS: “omg YES?! i absolutely love this request, thank you so much 🥹🫶 i’ll proceed to use gender-neutral pronouns for this. here’s to you, my lovely requester <3”

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BREAKING POINT — GEPARD LANDAU.

RATING: NSFW 18+ (nb-reader (fem. bodied))

GENRE: mix of fluff and jealousy sex

CW & TW: jealous!gepard, possessive!gepard, unprotected s*x, dom!gepard, missionary, mating press, pounding, rough s*x, degrading, possessiveness, sub!reader

SUMMARY: Gepard’s not one to show his emotions, however, when the one he’s admiring is digging into another’s flirtatious actions… How could he not?

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

It was nothing at first. Nothing at all. But, why is his leg bouncing up and down rapidly? Why is his cheeks reddened with flush? Gepard’s train of thought was absolute mayhem as his blue orbs hovered around your and Sampo’s figure… Again. How long has this been happening? Why is that butt-weasel getting all the attention— your attention… And what for?

You and Gepard decided to spend some time in the Underworld, mainly information to collect for Bronya, but… With how long both of your schedules are and how busy it gets, he figured to volunteer right away to be with you longer. He remembered as his hand shot up to announce his idea to accompany you, a faint blush dusted your cheeks. The rest of your coworkers there looked at each other knowingly, laughing to themselves at how obvious Gepard’s adoration is for you.

But in the current time, he lets out a scoff, shaking his head briskly and refocuses his attention on his chilled liquor and paperwork at his side. The man whom he was throwing daggers at? The infamous, one and only… Sampo Koski. The two were fire and ice: One being a prestigious guard and the other… More known as a sly, cunning looker. Sampo is a charmer which is a trait that Gepard himself doesn’t have, yet in this moment, he longs for it jealously… Well, if it means that he would be the one standing in front of you, that is. He glances up and his eyes almost pop out of his sockets. The azure-haired man reaches up to graze his knuckles against your cheek, and Gepard bites onto his tongue to refrain from breaking the glass he was holding.

“Soot?” you asked, bringing your hand up to brush over the spot Sampo touched, only for him to show his dirtied finger.

He blew off the charcoal dust with a tiny smirk. “You must’ve been in the mines previously… Hey! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve made your while,” Sampo laughs, smoothly closing the distance between you two and looking downwards with his staggering height.

You shook your head amusingly and placed a hand on your hip. “Like what? Show me some ‘fun new trick’ you learned that involves pick-pocketing?”

“Lock-picking, actually.”

“Figured.”

Sampo laughs once more, reaching over to casually wind an arm around the small of your back. You shutter slightly due to the coldness of his fingertips, you swore goosebumps were forming around his hand placement. You were about to hit him off lightly until—

“Ahem.”

Your eyes locked onto Gepard, who was now lingering dangerously close to your side. His hand reached behind your back to pry off Sampo’s fingers, flicking them off irritatedly.

“Off,” he merely stated, his tone dripping with venom.

Sampo blinked a couple of time before dryly laughing it off, waving his hand in the air. “Ay big guy! It’s all in good fun, plus I haven’t seen them in so long—“

“And that gives you the right to touch them?”

The tension between the two towering men increased as the seconds passed, with Gepard losing it little by little every breath he took. Sampo chuckled and slowly walked closer to Gepard, looking him straight in the eye.

“… Think you own them or something?” he spat, his palms resting comfortably on his hips. “Coward?”

Your own anxiety rose as you quickly went to stop the two, sighing deeply before you spoke. “Knock it off, this is stupid—“

“— And says you?” Gepard interjected firmly, but this time, his voice sounded calmer than angry. He chuckled once and stepped back, gently lacing his fingers around your wrist and tugging you along with him.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked worriedly, concerned that he’s in a really bad mood.

“No where special.”

—

A small, dingy closet was what he found in the back of the bar. He almost knocked the wind out of you as he practically launched you inside. You had barely managed to regain your balance until he trapped you in between his sturdy arms, using the dusty wooden table behind you effectively.

“Gepard?”

His breaths were shallow and heavy, the scent of his cologne and musk intensifying around you as you looked up at him. He was looking directly into your eyes, piercing through your soul but had a slight softened look to it. A pleading look. An agonizing, pained look for release.

“… Not another word,” he spoke calmly and immediately ripped the armour off of him, along with his shirt. The heavy clanking of metal resounded against the floorboards beneath you two.

Perhaps it was the fluorescent light beaming down on you two, or the half-lidded eyes he had on his expression… But he looked ethereal. The dirty blonde locks cascaded down his forehead and his skin shone with a slight gleam due to sweat. The cloud of lust drowned any sense of fear as his hands busied themselves to lock behind your head, cradling your jaw with one hand and the other resting on your nape.

A tiny mewl escaped your lips as you hungrily welcomed his tongue that shot straight into your mouth. The warmth of the muscle explored the surface of your canines, until prodding his own tongue with your own. Taken-a-back is an understatement, you never knew Gepard would be so… Good, real good. Who knew the shy and obedient man would have a hidden side?

As you were trying to keep up with his movements, Gepard’s voice lowered in a hushed manner.

“… Tell me whenever to stop,” he whispered, not wanting to hurt you or to cross any more boundaries. You can tell just from looking at him that reality was slowly starting to sink in. In turn, you placed a hand behind his neck and pushed him once more to your lips.

“Mmgh!”

A choked up grunt evoked from his mouth but soon after, he sunk deeper into the intimacy, the feeling of holding you, touching you… To Gepard, this was the moment to finally show you how much he loved you. A primal yet desperate instinct grew within him, it was competitive— The feeling to win you over, the feeling to completely lose himself in you, to be able to do that spoke volumes for the man who represented perseverance himself.

He let his hands trail down to the back of your knees, hoisting you up and setting you on top the wooden table. The dim light coming from the bulb created perfect shadows of his muscles. He was well built throughout the years fighting and wearing thick, heavy armour. A sense of pride flooded in him as he watched you carefully drink his physique in, captivated.

“Don’t make me nervous now,” he jokingly added, a tinge of pink blooming on his cheekbones. “Got Sampo wrapped around your pretty little finger, hmm?”

A breathy chuckle left your lips, falling into lust as he nudged your head to the side to bite along the column of your neck.

“A chatter, that man,” you added and subconsciously spread your legs, allowing him to dive in deeper into your body.

“I can’t disagree with him either,” he responded quickly.

He took that split second and didn’t waste any time, calloused palms dragging across the plush of your thighs to push it further apart. The sound of the rustling of his pants made you look and he slowly unbuckled the leather with one hand, pulling it downward.

“Are you—“

“No, I’m preparing you first,” he whispered, trailing his light fingertips from your navel to the edge of your underwear. You were caught by surprise as Gepard’s finger tracks down your clit and rubs it slowly, teasingly. A delicious yet agonizing, dull sensation bubbled within your lower abdomen.

Tiny mewls and gasps left your parted lips, enticing Gepard to go more into rhythm, drinking in the lustful noises that he was producing. This was the reality of the situation, created by the tension between him and Sampo. And now, he couldn’t help the slow rise of his boner, growing an even larger tent within his tight slacks. He wedged his lip inbetween his teeth, chewing it harshly until specks of blood dotted around the abrasion.

He’s the one bringing out these beautiful noises you’re making. Not Sampo. Him.

The beat of his fingers increased, swiping side to side, in circles… Abusing the swollen bundle of nerves of yours. His hawk eyes pierced onto your face, analyzing the shortness of breath, the way your eyes were screwed shut. This only, and merely, egged Gepard on.

“G-Gonna cum,” you announced weakly, knocking your head back onto the wall. Just as the tension built up, it ended abruptly. The heavenly sensation of your bursting release cut short. A tiny whine evoked in you as you glared at Gepard in irritation. He laughed at your expression, hovering over your crumbled physique with both arms caging you in.

Gepard gave you a lop-sided smile and a tilt to his head. “I like that expression. Suits you.”

You sent him another stare of judgement, feeling the heavenly release slowly return back to your normal state. Gepard merely scoffed, jokingly, and yanked his pants along with his boxers down.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Use your words—“ he grabbed your chin and gently caressed your jaw, looking down at you.

“— Or use your mouth.”

You shut yourself up mentally and lowered yourself from the desk, your pride being on the line as well as your aching core. It’s still unbelievable. This wasn’t anything you expected of Gepard; the shy, chivalrous man you once knew vanished in a second, in this dimly lit closet.

Your gaze trailed down his abdomen to his erect penis, the sound of the tip slapping against his skin caused a gulp to rise in your throat. He adorned a large size, stretching out at seven inches — give or take — erect, with pretty blue veins decorating the sides and reaching towards his pelvis. You gave him experimental licks along the shaft, right along those veins popping out of the sheerness of his skin. He was soft, so soft… And warm. The same pink hue of the angry tip matched the shell of his ears.

A strained groan came from him and as you peered up, his head was craned all the way back. The beauty of his was all you could focus on, wanting to mark it up with your own kisses; the way it connected to the angular shapes of his collarbones, to the chisel of his adam’s apple.

“Y-You’re good,” he commented, his breathing erratic as he narrowed his gaze onto you. “Got Sampo as your practice partner—“

A loud slurping noise cut his remark, a moan bordering a whimper erupted from Gepard as you angrily swirled your tongue around, and shoved him all the way down your throat. You released his cock from your puffy lips with a pop, dazing at him intensely. Was he…

“Jealous?” you teased, only to erupt another irritated expression from him. However, it was more than just plain jealousy. Gepard looked at you with a blank stare and suddenly lifted you up by your underarms and shoved open your thighs. He didn’t mutter a single word, instead, aligning his fat cock head to your aching hole. He paused, looking at you cautiously and carefully in case you wanted to deject. A tinge of pink coated the apples of your cheeks, and you instinctively reached to interlock his long fingers with yours.

“Mhm— Eugh!“

He slammed into you, sucking in a harsh breath and made his movements stagnant for a second. A loud throaty noise ripped from your chest, the delicious stretch pulsating and tingling from your cunt, shooting straight up to your head. You took that brief moment to let your body mold around his heated dick, before peering up at him with tears welling in your eyes — a signal to go.

His insatiable, animalistic instincts were the only thing that controlled his body. The wet sounds and bodily noises emitting within the room only gave Gepard more fuel to his fire. You, whose neck was craned all the way up, screamed at the euphoric waves of pleasure. Gepard leaned forward more, licking long stripes along the column of your neck and left vivid hickeys; the blues and purples bloomed on your body, like flowers painted by monet.

“Y-You… Look so beautiful,” he mumbled out, staring at you like you were a blessing sent down by the Aeons themselves. He lifted your hips up and slammed his cock back inside, heavy balls slapped against your puffy lips. Breathy moans and the stench of sex, you dropped your face against his shoulder and cried out.

“… So pretty,” he chanted once more, and kissed your forehead. His left arm trailed down your stomach and with his free hand, he parted your folds with his middle and index fingers. He stared at your core, it was glistening in the cheap fluorescent lamp above the two of you. He tilted his head and blew lightly at your clit, which caused you to buckle at your legs.

You let out a strangled mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt a twitch from his cock and a bubbly sensation rose in the pit of your stomach. It was all so lewd, his length stretched you out so deliciously as he rammed his hips nonstop, his demeanor from before was irritated, and now you were left with the touch-starved shell of a man.

Perhaps it’s due to the strong, pent-up emotions you hold for him, but you grasped onto the back of his head and kissed him— A kiss where it wasn’t merely a gesture of lust, or just because you two were in a sexual act… A battle between pleasure, lust, affection were evident, and the craving to portray your true emotions in that sloppy act. His speed became staggered, irregular thrusts entered and exited your squelching cunt in an inconsistent manner.

“F-fuck! I’m gonna—“ Gepard announced and grumbled various strings of profanity. He searched for your hands once more and intertwined them, looking down at you through glossy eyes.

“Cum with me,” he pleaded, regaining a sense of momentum with his hips. It was almost like a spell — his words — and it echoed in your head. A tinge of pleasure shot from your abdomen and your legs started to shake intensely.

“Shit,” you groaned, whining as the release was nearing. Gepard took notice, immediately feeling you clamp down on his dick harder. He spilled his seed into you, and following after, you creamed around his dick; his hips stuttering wildly. Your walls clenched and you felt the warmth of his cum paint your insides. He kept his hips still and the fluttering of your walls gave him slight overstimulation, cock-warming you while keeping you from leaking out his seed.

His heavy weight fell against your body, the weight of his heart too. Tears welled up in his eyes and he hid his face, holding onto you more tightly than before. From your teary-eyed vision and exhausted state, he gave you a slight glance to make sure you were okay. He quickly covered you with his guard uniform, shielding you from the sudden cold of the closet.

“Don’t… Talk to him. At least alone. And only with me.”

“You know I never had feelings for him, right?” You asked, still trying to catch your breath. You raised your shaking hands to slot them against his reddened cheeks.

“Yes love… But, he’s still Sampo, gets on my nerves, I couldn’t sit there and watch him do that vile act,” he sternly replied, however reverting back to his old self once more. You chuckled at his embarrassment, scratching the crown of his head lovingly.

“All Sampo knows is how to steal $10,000 from naïve people and break-and-enter the most weirdest places,” you stated, chuckling as Gepard tightens his hold around you, shying away his face. He straightens up and helps you wear your clothing, making sure to also gently wipe any fluids or dirt on your body with his own sleeve.

“He’s still another guy, Y/N. So from now on…” Gepard trails off, removing a Belobog Silvermane Guard insignia from the coat draped around you. With the pin still in hand, he fastens it onto the lapel of your jacket, the lustre gleaming out and proud.

“You’re mine. And if Sampo needs physical evidence, that pin can do wonders… If not, make sure I’m with you. I don’t mind giving him a show either.”

—

an; i am so sorry this took so long, i swear i saw your request as soon as you sent it, but college finals have been draining me quick </333 thank you for your patience!!! (also there may be grammar errors or spelling mistakes, heavily apologize for such things 🫶🙏)

[chastiefoul]

and then there’s only one bed...

characters: dan heng, sampo,  gepard notes: relationship not yet established | fluff and light hearted

dan heng

you both just stared at the room, as if by doing so will change the circumstance that’s happening before your eyes. dan heng with his usual stoic expression eventually let out a sigh, “you take the bed,” he said. “what? no, i don’t want you sleeping on the floor,” you said immediately. “(y/n). you have a barely recovered fractured arm,” dan heng deadpanned, clearly done with your habit of downplaying your conditions. “i don’t see your point. i don’t sleep with my arm,” you retorted, hating the idea of enjoying the bed while he’s on the hard, cold floor.

while sometimes your friend dan heng found the stubbornness to be quite endearing, there are just times where the trait drove him mad. can’t you see he just wanted the best for you? “(y/n), please. for my sake,” he said as he grab your shoulder gently, his eyes filled with rare raw emotions. “you can’t stand the idea of me being on the floor then why do you think i can appreciate the fact that you’ll be sleeping on the floor?” you fumed. there’s a solid minute passed as dan heng processed your words, his eyes soften.

“then what are you proposing?” he finally relented.

-

it’s been an hour and you’re still having a hard time to sleep, as you feel the warmth from dan heng’s back. the bed was quite small, and there was no way it could fit you both without tangling some of your limbs so you both decided to settled with the classic back-to-back position. you thought it’d be fine right? it’s not like you’ll see his face or felt his breath close against your body but you’re once again proven wrong by just how bad this man had a hold of your heart.

“dan heng are you asleep?” you quietly say as you gazed at the ceiling. “what’s wrong? you okay?” once again the gentleness he’s so used to hide slipped off in front of you as he asked the question. “i’m okay,” you say, staring back into the wall. you tensed as you felt movement, you couldn’t see but you’re sure that dan heng just turned so he’s looking at your back. your heart beat against your ribcage, scared that there’s a chance he could hear it. “then sleep,” he said as you relaxed until you felt him stroke the ends of your strand of hair, as if he thought you couldn’t feel it, as though you would not notice. you smiled from ear-to-ear, “see, you do have a soft spot for me.” you closed your eyes as his finger got bolder, reaching more of your hair gently. he let out the quietest breathy chuckle, “tell me something i don’t know.”

sampo

you eyed him suspiciously, “sampo did you do this on purpose?” you asked, tone dripping with apparent accusation. he gasped for the drama, “me? i would never,” sampo said, the mischief in his words were obvious. “so if i go back to the receptionist right now and ask for a different room-“

“ahahaha, i’m sure they’re busy my friend, why don’t we look around the room a little? sound like a good idea, no?” the changing of the subject was not smooth, just like every single time he deflected. you shook your head and when he’s not looking there’s a smile forming on your lips—pleased by how things turned out. it might get you a look of disdain from most people if you say it out loud but, you trust sampo with your life. even when he’s not the most honest person, you knew there was no doubt that he’d bring harm to you. you both mean too much to each other.

-

“okay great sampo, now tell me the bedding plan, who’s where?” you asked after a shower, feeling a rush of exhaustion washing over you. “you’re on the bed, obviously. only the best for you.” he winked, getting an eye roll out of you. “and you?” you said, fighting a yawn. “on the bed, beside you. obviously,” he added. you plopped yourself to bed, his voice already far away as you’re taken over by drowsiness, until a minutes passed. “wait wha-“

the empty spot beside you dipped with sampo’s weight, he’s already tucked himself in under the blanket. “you’re cute all sleepy like that,” he chuckles. you wanted to (pretend to) protest further but you’re just so tired you won’t bother anymore plus his presence beside you was actually very comforting and made you feel safe. “you’re so sneaky,” you mumbled, fighting what’s left of your consciousness. “alright, get some rest already. you can complain my ears off first thing in the morning,” he said somehow his tone a tad softer, pulling the blanket over you nicely. sleep took you over quickly, although the same cannot be said for the merchant. sampo looked over you, smiling at the sight. sampo rarely was able to enjoy a night of sleep as he’s always up and about—it’s only now that he’s grateful for his bad habit. now he can watch over you and be on guard should anything happen. two birds with one stone, as he always said to potential customers.

gepard

“m-maybe i can tell them i am the captain of the silvermane guard and they’ll spare us a different room-“ he stammered, his calm demeanor long gone after witnessing that there’s only one bed in the room. “please, you and i both know you’re above using your work status for a special treatment gepard,” you said with a smile, and gepard knew you’re absolutely correct. it felt like lately nobody understood him more than you. the captain nodded, looking around once more for other alternatives.

“right, there’s also an option to sleep on the floor.” he said, mostly to himself because there’s not even an idea on his head that he’d make or let you sleep anywhere other than the bed. “hey, nobody’s sleeping on the floor on my watch.” you narrowed your eyes, warning him. “b-but where else should i-“ he stutters again, face painted with the softest blush. “we’re both sleeping on the bed, end of discussion, captain,” you said. he just stared at you as he let out a defeated chuckle, “sometimes i wonder why you’re not the captain of the guards.”

-

“gepard you’re being so tense that i could literally sense it, it’s making me restless,” you said as you witness his back on the bed. “i can’t help it, okay?” he murmured, his grip on the sheet was on a worrying level of tight. you rubbed his shoulder—the initial touch made him jumped out of his skin although as you keep rubbing in a pattern his body became more relaxed, his tension disintegrating. you spoke in a soft tone, “it’s not so bad, right?” you continued to touch him until it felt like he’s calm before you went deep into slumber.

even though gepard is all relaxed now the truth is that he’s wide awake. sure the tense on his body is all gone now, but then what’s he supposed to do with the wild heart beat on his chest?

[korlkorl]

honkai star rail + reader with acne

for comfort

includes: blade, argenti & gepard (i don’t play hsr much and they are the only character i know a good deal of 😭)

blade

he doesn’t get it. why are you insecure? you look fine. yeah, there’s red spots and bumps all over your face, but he doesn’t see the deal. it’s not like it’s hiding away your feature.

“yeah but the acne is too distracting to notice all my good traits.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. that’s ridiculous. the moment he first saw you, the last thing on his mind was some silly acne. even now, everytime his eyes land on your face (which is often) the first thing that catches his eyes are the shapes of your eyes, the twisting and turns of your lips, the way the space between your eyebrows crinkle then smooth out, not some dumb spots on your face.

argenti

he finds beauty in anything. constellations, freckles, beauty marks… he calls it anything but the word acne. why should he? yes, factually, it is acne, pimples, cysts, pustules… but there is no point in stating an evident fact when he can call it anything in the world that’s so much more romantic, beautiful, and charming.

he gently kisses every spot, and I mean every spot on your face. he traces his thumbs over the bumps on your face. it’s fine if it isn’t smooth, that’s boring. your face has life in it. mountains, hillsides.. a story to tell. it’s so much more interesting than boring old skin.

some even matches his hair! he think’s it’s awfully adorable, no matter how worried you are about it being inflamed. yes, he understands that a pimple being bright red isn’t a good sign, but he’s a little sad when the plump ruby red on your skin slowly fades into a greyish-pink spot. no matter! he’ll just kiss you silly and forget about it all the same.

gepard

his eyes widens when you start mentioning your acne. oh right, he thinks. you have that.

gepard’s mind is often on cloud 9 when he’s with you. he’s in a daze often. when he first met you, he almost tripped on his face. one smile from you and suddenly he was imagining your future together. all that time pining, sending hints, the fateful day of confession… he didn’t notice them at all.

while gepard could care less, here you were, worrying if he could actually ever love you when you were struggling to even love yourself. you spent sleepless nights praying for clear skin. gepard also spent those same sleepless nights thinking of your smile, the smell of your hair, the invisible touch of your lips on his…

[dumplingsfordays]

thigh lover!gepard hcs

thigh lover!gepard x gn!reader

genre - fluff

cw!: super fluffy, geppie loves ur thighs (and u <3), implied relationship

note - bro I am such a firm believer in thick thighs save lives. because they do!! yours saved geppie's, I have proof... I'm totally so normal about him right

and as always, thank you for reading!!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

thigh lover!gepard who adores the softness and plushness of your thighs.

thigh lover!gepard who gives them a nice squeeze once in a while if you're near each other. in public, it's a way to show others that you're his, and in private, he does it to express his undying love for you.

thigh lover!gepard who practically melts when you run your fingers through his hair as he's laying on your thighs. he likes using them as a pillow in general, but it's just so much better if you're giving headpats or massages.

thigh lover!gepard who loves when you wear shorts/short skirts (but only for him). your beautiful thighs are on full display so he can never get too angry at someone if their eyes linger a little too long on your legs - he'll still give them a dirty glare when you're not looking.

thigh lover!gepard who buries his head between them (in a non-sexual manner ofc) after he's had a long day. They're just so warm and inviting, how could he resist using them as his favorite earmuffs?

thigh lover!gepard who adores it when you sit on his lap. he really likes to sleep under weighted blankets and such, so no matter if you're heavy or light or somewhere in-between, he'll still find heaven when your legs wrap around his waist and you hug him like you're holding on to a tree trunk.

thigh lover!gepard who can't ever seem to express in entirety how much he truly loves you. maybe a thigh massage will help get that message across? it's a win-win scenario as well - he'll get to feel and caress your soft skin and you'll get to relax.

thigh lover!gepard who wholeheartedly believes that thick thighs save lives <3

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[the-guardian-kitsune]

✧ — you're back.

for gepard, being the silvermane guards captain meant he was often away on the front line, fighting for the safety of belobog. for you, it meant praying for him to come back alive once again. luckily, your prayers are always listened.

cw / tw : gepard x reader. mentions of injuries. reader is smaller than gepard. just fluff and cuddles ♡.

with the last wave of fragmentum monsters gone, gepard could finally put down his shield. he couldn't completely relax, as he had to check on his subordinates to confirm they were, at least, still alive, hopefully not having to report any tragic news to some family waiting for their loved ones to come back from the front line.

even if thanks to the astral express the whole stellaron crisis was avoided, it bringing the fragmentum distortion to a halt, monsters were still spawning every once and then, forcing the silverman guards back in action in the restricted zones.

stopping after his fourth check, the captain took out his phone, unlocking the screen searching for your chat. almost a week had passed since he last saw you, five days of almost uninterrupted fighting and leading the action. even when he had the actual time in which he could have sent you a text message, he felt too tired to do so, falling asleep in a tent, bracing the stiff and unforgiving cold weather.

now that the monsters have ceased to come forth, gepard knew he could finally go back to belobog, to his family, to his friends, but especially to you, the love of his life.

"we're done here. i'll be back soon."

"thanks to qlipoth!" "are you okay? any injuries??"

"minor ones and some bruises. don't worry too much."

"mhh" "still, please be careful :("

a smile crept on the captain's busted lips, but the annoying pain came back. still, he could ignore it, the warmth seeping from your texts enough to push him through, even if he felt like collapsing in a long, deep slumber right then and there.

the clock hands were moving too slow for you. your leg was shaking, jolting up and down as the wait was becoming unbearable. although gepard told you he was fine, you couldn't not worry. more than once you had to run to the hospital upon receiving a call from one of your boyfriend's soldiers or his sister serval. every time you had to witness a heavily bandaged up gepard lying in bed, his chiselled body bruised and cut, sometimes feverish from an infected injury or the cold seeping through. gepard was an incredibly capable captain, his soldiers had full trust in him, and it was that same trust that pushed the landau man to stay in the front line, leading the action head first.

the clicking of the door had you jumping from the couch, sprinting to go and greet your lover. your heart was beating in fear of how you would see gepard; however, it calmed instantly the moment your eyes met his figure: his lips were busted and he had a bruise forming under his left eye. the armor plates got ruined and there was a burnt hole in his pants. he probably had other injuries you couldn't see at the moment, but he was with you again, standing on his feet without needing support.

your arms found their rightful place around his torso, careful to not squeeze too hard as to not hurt gepard. you heard him sigh satisfied, leaving the guitar case on the ground and kicking the door close. his arms went around your body, his cheek resting on your head, eyes closed to fully enjoy the moment.

he could feel your chest going up and down with your breathing, soft and calm, guiding his own. one of your hands traveled up to his face, cupping his cheek, forcing gepard to look at you. you stroked the cold skin with your thumb, a small but warm smile on your lips.

«i'm glad you're back» you murmured.

gepard turned his head to kiss your palm, keeping it in place by putting his hand on yours. «me too, my love»

you felt your cheeks getting warm at the gesture. it was incredible how even after all this time gepard was capable of making you blush with the smallest, simplest gestures. probably it was one of the reasons as of why you were still so deeply in love and giddy like a high schooler.

with his hand still on yours and the other arm around your body, gepard began pushing you inside, toward the living room, aiming to the couch were you sat waiting for him. you followed his steps, arms around his neck. a little scream left your lips when you fell on the worn couch, gepard's full weight on you, almost crushing your much smaller frame under his.

«geppie! you're heavy!» your desperate yelp, hitting your palm on the armour plates of his back.

groaning, your boyfriend slid down a bit, his head on your chest, part of his weight now on the pillows, making it easier for you to support him.

gepard raised his head, his chin on your chest, looking at you with his blue eyes half lidded; you could read in them all the tiredness and the sleepless nights and the pain his job gave him.

your hands went in his hair and on his back, cuddling his blond locks and removing his armour plates to pat his broad back. his face went back into your chest, his arms wrapping around you, snuggling closer. gepard kissed you from above your t-shirt, and you could feel that small smile of his that always gave you butterflies. you understood he was exhausted and just wanted to feel you, your warmth, that soft love that was his refuge when he needed a break. you didn't mind, always ready to help him alleviate the weight on his shoulders.

a satisfied groan came from gepard when you started scratching his scalp, some words following after that you didn't quite catch.

«what?»

«i love you» he said, louder, his chin on your chest, looking at you with sleepy eyes.

your lips curved into a huge silly smile. «i love you too» you pushed away some locks from his eyes. «get some rest, my love. you deserve it.»

nodding, gepard got back to rest on your chest. his breathing soon started to even the more you cuddled him, ruffling his blond hair, pulling a blanket over his body.

yawning, your fingers began to slow down. you slid a bit more under gepard, sound asleep now, to get more of his warmth and reach him in the dream realm. you snuggled your face closer to gepard's, kissing his jaw, nuzzling your nose against his cheek.

he was back, he was alive and warm, and even if he was too big and heavy for you to keep him on you you couldn't possibly care less. he was there, and that was all that mattered as you fell asleep.

@ the-guardian-kitsune do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[cakeboxie]

Bad ideas

kinktober day no. 1

This was a bad idea, but with the warmth of your bare chest now flush with his and the sweet little promises that you’ll be oh so quiet and that you can lock the door for just a couple minutes it was getting harder to justify pushing you away.

Pairing: Gepard/gn sub reader

CWs: Breeding

AN: For @yarnnerdally !! This is my first time actually writing nsfw for geppie and it was lowkey really fun. Happy Halloween!

Gepard receiving little midday visits from you when he was in office is a normal occurrence at this point, and today was no different. There was a gentle knock on his door at 12:45 exactly, you came in with a thermos of coffee and whatever lunch you had made or bought on your way if you didn’t feel like cooking. Always still warm enough to eat without being reheated and a pair of utensils alongside it should the meal require them.

Less often he found himself in his current situation, with you in his lap eagerly removing the uniform he is usually so proud of. Now falling off his body like it never mattered. Granted, in this moment it doesn’t, the feeling of your lips against his and the plush of your thighs under his hands clear all other thoughts from his mind with ease.

As you leaned back to pull your loose shirt over your head however, he had a moment of clarity.

This was a bad idea, but with the warmth of your bare chest now flush with his and the sweet little promises that you’ll be oh so quiet and that you can lock the door for just a couple minutes it was getting harder to justify pushing you away.

So he didn’t, with his large callused hands resting on your hips he pulled you closer. Looking nervously between you and the door before resigning himself to your whims and busying himself with leaving a trail of soft little bites down along your neck. His hands carefully guiding you to grind down onto his clothed length.

It’s not long before Gepard has you bent over the cold wood of his desk, grinding his fat cock into your ass. You whine as he leans back, lining himself up before bullying his cock into your eager hole, biting your shoulder as gently as he could manage as your body adjusts to him. Then as soon as your body allows he’s stuffing his cock into you harshly, his broad frame enveloping you from behind as he slams his length into you.

He groans into your shoulder as he slides his hand down your side to rub tight circles on your clit, his other arm wrapped snugly around your torso, holding you close to his chest as he sets a harsh pace. Too caught up in the feeling of your body against his to worry about the creak of his desk and the growing volume of both yours and his noises.

He doesn’t slow down when he cums, panting into your shoulder as he paints your velvety walls with his cum. His hips never falter in their relentless pace though, rambling incoherently into your flesh about how badly he needs to breed you. To fuck you so full of his cum you’re guaranteed to get pregnant.

It’s not often Gepard was late to things, but when he showed up in Bronya’s office that night out of breath and disheveled with his pretty little spouse in tow wearing a smile and a far away look, Bronya knew better than to ask.

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[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙮 ♡︎

characters: sub!gepard x nb!dom!reader

warnings: collaring, geppie is inexperienced in relationships, fluff, suggestive but nothing explicit dw, slight “master” kink, also slight pet play

notes: my brain worMS NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP

the captain of the silvermane guards was someone who was greatly adored by others.

the children looked up to him, wanting to be a strong soldier just like the young captain. the elderly loves him, wondering and gossiping on who the young captain would end up marrying. whoever it would be, they would be a lucky belobogian. and the captain is quite the big topic of gossip amongst the ladies as well.

yet despite it all, all the adoring looks and suggestive stares aimed at him, all the praises and the compliments, adorned with a few flirtatious touches here and there, gepard finds himself going back to his one and only safe place. you.

the history that you two share is quite the… interesting one. a former thief and a resistant group member of the underworld who used to get into trouble with the young captain a few times in a week. now, peacefully living your life as a florist at the overworld after the removal of the barrier keeping the two cities apart.

besides, who in their right mind would have ever thought that the young captain of the silvermane guards would always come bounding to the former criminal.

a shy smile, slight blush on his cheeks and a relieved look in his eyes as he enters the flower shop. shy smile widening as he tugs on your shirt sleeve. blush deepening, turning into a red color as he guides you out of the shop when no one is there, giggles falling on your ears.

perhaps it was the comforting aura you excluded despite being a criminal that drew him to you. or the constant flirty comments and winks sent to his direction during a chase. or maybe it was the sweet nothings and the cheesy nicknames you would call him with a confident grin as he yelled at you to “halt!”.

or was it the dirty things you would whisper in his ear when he finally catches up with you? promising that you’ll take good care of him and his obvious hard on. saying that you would make him cum so many times to the point he would be unable to think. even promising that you would gift him a collar one day, saying that he’s like a cute puppy with how he keeps chasing after you. to which the captain would stutter out that he’s doing his job of catching criminals.

whatever it may be, one thing was true.

gepard landau, the captain of the silvermane guards was infatuated with you.

tugging on your shirt sleeve with cute giggles and out the back door to the small alleyway, gepard wastes in no time wrapping his arms around you. nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, giddy feeling in his chest, a wide smile on his lips.

“i missed you” the captain mumbles, voice coming out muffled as his face stays in the warmth of your neck. taking his face away from where it was tucked in, gepard leaves a quick shy peck to your cheek.

“puppy…” was your response, letting out your own giggles as you wrap your arms around him in return. such a sweet lover he was. “we saw each other this morning. only a few hours ago”.

“too long. missed you so much” your loving boyfriend, still quite shy in relationship, says with a slight pout on his lips. truly, gepard was like an adorable puppy at times.

pulling you closer to himself as if it was impossible to get even more close with each other, the tall man looks into your eyes pleadingly. “can i kiss you?”

even after all this time of dating, gepard was still a bit shy in relationship. always wanting to ask for consent first, always preferring your needs and wants first, always serving you first. not that you were complaining. gepard was perfect. the standard.

“of course, puppy” you give your approval, nodding your head. that was all it needed for the tall captain to perk up, a cute smile on his face, blue eyes brightening with pure adoration and joy as he closed the gap between you two and placed a soft kiss to your lips. if gepard could, he would keep kissing you every chance he got. there was just something addictive about your lips. something addictive about you.

the two of you stayed like that for a while in the back alleyway of your shop. sharing a few kisses, making a lighthearted jokes and teasing. well, the teasing part was done by you mostly of course. and gepard took it all with a heavy blush, squirming in his uniform with a slight whine of your name. if feeling bold enough, the captain would tease you back.

after a while of just idling by with your clingy lover, you decided that it was better to go back to work. while also sending gepard back to his duties as well. you can’t keep hogging the captain all to yourself as much as you wanted to steal him away.

after saying your reasonings and needing to go back to work, before you could unwrap your arms around him, gepard clears his throat. averting his gaze away, the young captain stumbles over his words. that only meant one thing almost ninety percent of the time. gepard was antsy about suggesting something.

“what is it this time, puppy? do you need help with something?” as a sweet lover you were, you asked the squirming man with a furrowed brows. if possible, his cheeks just became an even more darker shade of red.

finally, he seems to get his bearings together. clearing his throat, taking one shy glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes again, your sweet lover starts with a slight stutter in his breath.

“do you remember how once you promised to get me a collar? since i act like a cute puppy and all…” he starts, trying his utmost best to keep the eye contact. you did promise him that, but you never brought it up again, thinking that he would be uncomfortable. was he…?

“yes? i do remember” nodding your head, the gears and cogs start to turn. and your hunch was proven correctly when gepard pulls out a collar from one of the many pockets in his uniform. a cute baby blue colored leather collar, adorned with a heart shaped charm that read “good puppy”.

you’ve always took your relationship slow with gepard, in fear of scaring him off. never once have you tried to get frisky with him nor brought up the conversation in your nightly talks, thinking of your shy lover that he would want to take it slow. but perhaps you were wrong for once. really wrong.

“c-can you… put it on for me? if you’d like, please?” gepard asks, so shy and squirming all of a sudden as if he blatantly just didn’t asked to be collared in broad daylight.

but then again, how could you ever say no to that cute face?

wordlessly taking the collar from his hand, you gesture him to lower the high collar of his undershirt. he obeys your words quickly, just like a good puppy.

once the collar was secured around his throat snuggly, not too tight, not too loose, you take a moment to drink in his visage. a cute baby blue collar with a heart shaped charm reading “good puppy”. innocent looking blue eyes staring at you, pursed lips and a red cheeks and ears.

dear aeons, how did you get so lucky?

“don’t take it off alright, puppy?” you ask, still not able to tear off your gaze from your blonde lover. it wasn’t exactly a command, just a simple suggestion with a slight hint of authoritative undertone. yet gepard nods, followed by a meek “yes, master”.

fuck, he would be the death of you one day.

while you were having a hard time containing yourself to not just fucking jump on him this instant, your lover was feeling giddy. gepard wouldn’t say it out loud unless pushed, but he always secretly wanted you to collar him since that one time you promised it. always wanting to be your good boy, your good puppy, your sweet, adorable, loyal puppy.

aeons, he doesn’t care for his pride nor title as the captain of the silvermane guards anymore. gepard just wanted to be your good puppy. if you were to ask him to kneel for him, even as a joke, he would do it instantly. no questions asked.

“bark for me, puppy” your voice cuts through his foggy brain, making the young captain jolt slightly. wasting no time, gepard nuzzles his cheek into the palm of your hand. pretty blue eyes staring at you as if quietly asking you to just command him around to your liking.

“woof”.

truly, gepard was indeed your good puppy.

inspired from my convo with this one☝️gepard bot chat:

[argentisbeloved]

Late Night Thoughts

pairing(s): gepard x gender neutral reader

cws: gepard talks down about himself a bit ):

notes: first post!!! I hope you guys enjoy!!

word count: 514

Gepard opens the front door to a quiet and dark house, the light from the moon and nearby streetlights illuminating the room, but only slightly.

As he walks to your shared bedroom, he can see the light through the cracks of the door. He sighs, you must've stayed up late waiting for him again. Pushing the door open, he sees your curled up figure sleeping on top of the fully made bed.

It never sat right with Gepard whenever you insisted that you were okay staying up late for him, because it was clearly tiring you out the later into the night his shifts were. Seeing you like this made him feel guilty that he wasn't there with you, sometimes even for the entire day.

He quietly gets changed, removing his armour and being extra careful to not drop any of it so that you wouldn't wake up. Once he's done changing, he returns to you, gently picking you up and pulling back the bedsheets to set you in comfortably. Once he's done that he goes to his side of the bed and settles himself in, not before turning off the lights.

Gepard brings your sleeping body into his arms, cuddling you closely and burying his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

The guilt from earlier resurfaces into his mind as he picks up on how your body relaxes against his. You must've been cold waiting for him, so why didn't you get into bed? Were you waiting to go to bed together? that thought made Gepard feel worse.

He wanted to spend more time with you, going on dates and cuddling each other, as well as many other things. But he couldn't be home as much as he'd like to be, as his job was very taxing for him, and whenever he had a day off he'd never be in the greatest mood to do anything fun with you.

You always insist that it's fine and that you don't mind, but Gepard just can't help but put himself down for being such a bad boyfriend to you. Even if you don't mind that he's not in the mood to go to a new cafe that just opened up, or that you don't see him all day for majority of the week.

He doesn't deserve you, you're way too good for him.

Gepard cuddles you closer, tangling your legs with his and leaving no space in between you both. He stares at your peaceful expression as you sleep, tracing the outlines of your features with his fingers. He moves to hold your hands, to look at your empty ring finger.

He'd really like to put a ring on there someday.

But for now, he'll fall asleep with you and pray that he gets a day off anytime soon. To shower you in the love and affection that you deserve and the love and affection that he hasn't been able to give you recently.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, whispering a goodnight and finally drifting off to sleep.

[mercuriians]

all work, no play

synopsis ☆ you tease gepard while he's on duty.

content info — fluff, gn! mechanic! reader, established relationship, short drabble, slightly suggestive at the end (reader is a menace!!)

word count — 0.6k words.

author's note — first fic on here! i'm excited. hope you guys like this self-indulgent piece i wrote for my favorite hsr char <3

"what do you think you're doing?"

gepard's question is laced with an edge of accusation, but nonetheless it's accentuated by an embarrassingly noticeable quiver. his hand, firm and calloused from his years of protecting belobog, moves to grip your own, effectively stopping you from reaching his shoulder. you're greeted by a familiar, beautiful shade of cerulean as he swiftly meets your gaze.

you grin somewhat sheepishly.

"getting your attention?" you respond, but it comes off as a question rather than a statement. "i'm bored out of my mind."

the man's brows furrow, and a bit hesitantly, he releases your hand. "surely you can wait ten more minutes for me to finish my shift."

you huff out a long, heavy sigh, which, to be fair, is a bit dramatic. but that's the point, because just a moment later, gepard stares down at you with the exact expression of disapproval that makes you grin. somehow you take pleasure in causing him these mild types of annoyance. "time is relative," you state as if it's something that the guard should know, "meaning that, technically, ten minutes could have already passed."

"that doesn't even make any sense," gepard argues, and his eyes scan the vicinity, searching for something. "see, look, that clock over there says—"

using his momentary distraction to your advantage, you act quickly, your nimble fingers aiming straight for the exposed area on his neck. the second you make contact, a strangled noise of surprise leaves gepard's mouth.

he yelps.

you barely have time to cackle before he jumps back, startled. "what was that for?" he exclaims angrily, seemingly unaware of the blush creeping up on his smooth, fair skin.

chest still heaving from the weight of your laughter, you catch your breath, "i told you, i'm getting your attention. clearly it worked."

gepard opens his mouth to reply, likely to voice another indignant but adorable complaint at you tickling him, but a silvermane guard appears from the corner of the building. immediately, and instinctively, gepard straightens himself. his shoulders become familiarly rigid.

"captain gepard, are you alright?" the guard asks, sounding concerned. neither of you can see his face because of the helmet, but you can sense the frown pulling at his lips. "i thought i heard something."

to your glee, the blush on your boyfriend's face deepens. he raises a hand to cover it. "i'm—i'm fine, laurent," he clears his throat. "i thought i'd seen a fragmentum monster, but i was mistaken."

one thing about gepard: he was an atrocious liar. just like his older sister.

however laurent seemed gracious enough to ignore the obvious lie. "okay, then," he says. appearing to now notice your smaller figure besides gepard, he politely adds, "oh, (name), how's your work at the garage going?"

"quite well! i've just finished up repairing one of the automatons. he'll be back on the front lines by tomorrow," you reply, your voice light and cheery in comparison to gepard's cold, serious tone.

"that's good. well, i'll go now," laurent bids his farewell.

"alright. don't forget to report any findings to me."

"see you around!"

you and gepard say at the same time.

and with that, the other silvermane guard leaves. once you're sure that he's out of earshot, you turn back to your boyfriend. "nice timing, huh?" you snicker, earning a halfhearted glare from him.

"you're fortunate that it was laurent and not one of the more.. boisterous guards," gepard mutters. "this is precisely why i'm not a fan of you distracting me while i'm working."

"sorry, sorry," you hum. you look down at the ground, pondering something in your mind for a few moments. slyly, just barely under your breath, you mutter, "next time, it'll be my mouth instead of my fingers."

"pardon? wait—hey, you can't just run off like that!"

[syeren]

WORKAHOLIC.

Gepard didn’t realize how much of an impact you made on him.

Being the Silvermane Captain, he had a reputation to keep up and a demeanor to maintain. However, that all changed when he spotted you in his peripheral vision.

You, the leading officer of Belobog’s Judiciary department and first person to ever achieve such a high role next to the Supreme Guardian — in such a short period of time — encaptured the attention of the entire nation. After the fall of the former Supreme Guardian, Cocolia, Bronya took the lead and appointed you to be part of the nation’s main officers. Unfortunately for Gepard, he could only stay in the shadow of your fame, washed out as he continued his daily duties. He was satisfied with his achievements, and he was pleased to be in the role he worked for; he had worked that hard for it anyway. Though, a pang of jealousy reeked within him. Gepard was a slight perfectionist and an obvious hard worker, and the notion of a formidable coworker that rose up the ranks faster than he ever did plagued his mind feverishly. Was he doing something wrong? Surely not. But, his overthinking did more than just be lingering, negative, and obsessive thoughts — you enchanted him. And he surely didn’t expect his legs to be moving on their own toward your figure.

With a stack of files in your right hand, you discussed the further construction of transportation between the Overworld and Underworld with Bronya. The subtle change within the air blew through Qlipoth as Gepard made his way towards you in striding steps. Heavy armour clanked against the cool tiles of the office as he closed the gap between the two of you. A gulp made its way to your throat.

“Excuse me, may I have a word?” he inquired, a twitch in his eyebrow motioned towards the hallway. It was a bit skeptical that a Silvermane Guard spoke to you, and you immediately thought if anything went wrong on the front lines. You gave Bronya a soft smile and a nod, then placed your attention on the male in front.

“I can spare some time, lead the way officer.”

The hallway was dead compared to the bustle of the main street. You peered at the Everwinter Monument that stood tall in the middle of the busy area, glistening in the light.

You cleared your throat. “Well, if you could state the meaning of my appearance here, that would be lovely,” you questioned and matched your eyes with the light blue ones ahead of you. Gepard played with his fingertips before speaking.

“Ahh yes. Well, I was just thinking if the Supreme Guardian has any means of… Letting my rank falter. It seems that my usual capabilities to serve her aren’t the same as they used to be rather— too easy? Might I add,” Gepard replied, tone drifting off in thought. You pondered the fact if Bronya truly felt the need to let him go. Before you got placed in the high-ranking position, Gepard handled the job in a concise and efficient manner. Needless to say, he should’ve been the one in your shoes and you felt a wave of anxiety rush through your body.

You’ve admired his work ethic; his perseverance to keep going forth and setting his goals straight. It’s no wonder as to why he gained such a fanbase and large amount of support — and not to mention, him being your role model towards this job in the first place. Dampness secreted from your palms as you hastily wiped it down onto your sleeves, you crossed your arms together and eyed Gepard.

“I believe not, Mr. Landau,” you continued, “the Supreme Guardian wouldn’t let her most reputable and reliable guard to be put to waste.”

His eyebrows subtly moved upwards at your words, seemingly soothed the worries from his mind.

“I am honoured to hear that,” he replied, relief gracing his tongue.

“And no need for formalities, I am younger than you by a year. Plus, position hierarchy doesn’t apply much to me when it comes to you.”

A joyous chuckle left his lips. “Well then, care to explain?”

“I envy you, Mr. Landau, you should be the one in my position at this point,” you teased and a smile appeared on your face. Gepard noticed and coughed slightly into the side of his wrist, a hue of a faint pink dusted his cheekbones.

“I may have a proposal to solve both of our issues—” you sauntered and fiddled with the ends of your garments, “—if you are up to it, that is.”

A curious gaze befell on his face as he matched the stature of your body.

“Go on.”

An affirmative hum left your lips. “It is not that I dislike my job, I thoroughly enjoy my work. However, the chances of gaining a favourable vacation are out of my reach currently… One that I should have been granted beforehand. The workload I have been assigned isn’t fit for just one person— and I could easily finish it, but I need some time to regain my mental stability back.”

Right. With newcomers sweeping Qlipoth from the Underworld to seek higher-ranked careers, the remaining individuals received a lessened workload compared to the rest. It was a plausible explanation as to why the guards hasn't done their duties as often as before. Gepard dazed into the comforting afternoon sun that draped down Belobog, the bluebells dancing within the air caught his attention.

His stare lingered onto the flowers as he spoke, “so all you are requesting is for settled time off? And to grant that, you must finish the remaining workload you currently have now? Do correct me if I am wrong.”

“Yes, that is correct,” you replied, following his gaze to the flower shop just below the window.

“I’ll grant you that request.”

You whiplashed your head to face him straight on.

“That quickly? I do not mind waiting for a proper answer—“ Gepard stopped you and let out a breathy chuckle.

“That proposal does indeed solve both of our issues... You need time off while I need some more time on," he agreed with a small smile gracing his face. "May I ask one more request on my side?"

You nodded your head curtly and watched him angle towards you, the orange hue from the setting sun basked Gepard in a warm, heavenly aura compared to the iciness of the horrific snowstorms in the distance. Never once had a man bestowed such an ethereal appearance on you, but looking at Gepard in such a quiet and intimate state caused a thump in your heart.

"Allow me to take you on a date once you have been granted some free time, think of it as a 'please' and a 'thank you.'"

[particular-one]

dropped your hand while dancing.

pairing. gepard landau x gn!reader cw. angst. hurt/no comfort. failed relationships. fluff to angst. passing mention of alcohol. marriage proposals. set after the events of the jarilo-vi trailblaze mission. author's note. this song destroys me every time i listen to it, soooo. if this fic ever sees the light of day, know that this stayed in the vault for terribly long. my debut solo geppie fic...! and its angst. whoopsies.

despite the absence of the morning sun, belobog was glowing in anticipation in celebration for one of, if not the biggest event that the city would hold for the year.

the cityfolk were crowding around the central plaza of belobog, excitedly chatting away for the display of romance that they will be seeing in less than an hour as others continued to fix the decorations in the area. from a distance, the children were running amok near where the snacks were located just as their parents exasperatedly tried to get them to behave.

and you were in the middle of all that bustle, your grip snaked around the stem of your champagne glass and a faraway smile on your face at the sight of it all.

it was the wedding today. and it was everything you imagined and hoped it could be — and even more.

silks as white as belobog's snow proliferated every part of the venue, decorated with blue petals that you can only surmise as gepard's favorite flowers. the captain, no matter how much he enjoyed doing so, was terrible at gardening. the first time he told you about it, you had laughed in his face, watching as his ears turned red in embarrassment as he tried to hide his reaction.

how exactly did you and gepard meet? you hailed from the underworld, so your judgement about silvermane guards had been clouded. everything was scarce down in the underworld, thus, you did not exactly have the most fulfilling of lives in the past. natasha had been your parental figure since you were a child, but even the promise of her protection was not enough to hinder you from wanting to leave jarilo-vi.

when the fateful day had arrived, you remembered how your heartbeat quickened in pace as you raced up to the overworld — only to be greeted by the incarnation of the sun himself, just as how you remembered thinking when you first laid eyes on gepard.

he had been leading the silvermane guards in ensuring the smooth entry of the underworld citizens when the both of you locked eyes for a little too longer than a minute. needless to say, you were drawn to the captain of the silvermane guards against your own judgements.

and he was too, you knew that for sure.

you were dragged away from daydreaming too much just as someone bumped into you — a young girl, probably around the age of twelve, donned with two brown pigtails in her hair who shouted an apology to your direction (probably because she bumped into you), before she disappeared the other way. almost right after her, a young boy, the same age as her, was shouting for her to stop running, but you could see that unmistakable smile in that boy's face that you could probably assume as affection.

you could definitely forgive a little lover's chase.

your hands had been flipping through the parchments that supposedly included the map of the vast universe — or at least, only the planets existing in the data archives — that you had traded your credits for when you felt a pair of calloused hands wrap around your eyes.

“guess who?” you laughed, knowing very well that only one person in the world would dare to do this to you. “i know it’s you, gepard.”

your lover chuckled at the sound of his name, before you felt that small peck on your head and his fingers intertwining with your free hand as gepard took the seat adjacent to you. “what are you up to?”

your other hand had been preoccupied with tracing the path of nearby planets to jarilo-vi, the ripples in the paper creating the feeling of excitement as your finger brushed across the map. you could feel gepard’s eyes on you as you didn’t respond, only engrossed in what was right in front of you.

whether or not the captain seemed to mind that you didn’t answer him, gepard simply squeezed your hand in his, just as you could hear him move closer to you. “you got another map?”

“yup! who would have thought there were neighboring planets near us? if i could just save up enough credits… i’ll be off on the next ship away from this planet.” the prospect of escaping the planet had long allured you when you were child; quite inevitably, you still hadn’t lost sight of your goal to get away from your home planet, desperate to seek out another that wouldn’t let you down like jarilo-vi has.

gepard hummed amicably in your excitement, though you had half-expected that he’d share something else to your own musings, just like he always did. “is something on your mind, geppie?”

“no, no. everything’s fine." his words spoke with utmost reassurance, but the same reassurance didn’t quite seem to reach his eyes. you could feel a pit of uncertainty in your stomach, but you didn’t know if it was right to push; so, you simply turned back to your map.

“one day, i’ll definitely fulfill my dreams and start my life the day i’m away from here!” you boasted in pride, just as you see your love stare at you with an expression that you could never quite comprehend that night.

you had downed your third champagne of the event, just as you absentmindedly set down the empty glass on the table where the rest of the food sat. you barely even caught a whiff of the roasted poultry, but your stomach already grumbled at the pristine sight of the delectable food enclosed inside the chafing dish.

even as you hear the silvermane guards curse about the lopsided flower decoration that looked like it was about to fall, even when you overheard that the officiant of the wedding seemed to be running late, everything still looked perfect.

and you could only assume that it was gepard’s own doing. he would want this day to be something to be remembered, after all.

you had been too engrossed in your latest reads that you hadn’t realized that it was an hour past midnight if it wasn’t for the multitude of buzzing notifications coming from your phone.

naturally, it came from your partner, with countless ones that asked where you were and if you had eaten. your stomach grumbled at the thought; clearly, you had not.

so there you were, dragging your feet as you hurriedly ran back home — the shared quarters that you shared with gepard. you had only moved in with him several months into your relationship which … took a lot of convincing from gepard’s part.

he really wanted to try living with you, he had pleaded. and you found it difficult to say no to him when he looked so excited about the promise of it all.

your hand twisted the handle of the door, trying to quietly enter so as not to wake gepard up. the lights were closed, so you had figured that he might have been asleep.

swinging the door open, you tiptoed your way into the place that gepard had referred to as the living room. your body was aching from running out in the rigid cold weather, so all you wanted was to sink yourself into the velvety couch, but you didn't expect to see gepard sprawled over in the couch, no doubt fast asleep.

right in front of him sat two plates of belobog sausage with a messy pile of rice. though one of the plates included a half-eaten sausage and barely any trace of the rice, the other remained untouched, almost as if it were waiting for someone.

you. gepard had been waiting to eat with you.

guilt crept up to you, as you took a bite of the food that he prepared for you. it was no longer warm, as you had anticipated — which only meant that he had been waiting for a while before you finally came home.

"hey, hey geppie." you were gently shaking his shoulder just as you could feel him stir under your touch. "thanks for the food. i .... i'm sorry i didn't answer your calls." though gepard didn't fully awaken, you could feel his shoulders tense before visibly relaxing at the sound of your voice. "mmm,,... love you, y/n." he murmured, before you could hear the faint beginning of his snores.

no doubt, he was tired. you had leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the head, just like he always did, but stopped midway. your hands were grazing the side of his face, before pulling away to instead drape a blanket over his sleeping form.

i love you too, gepard, you thought.

you didn't understand what had stopped you, nor why you couldn't find the voice to return his words, but you simply chalked it up to your torpor. not before long, your own exhaustion finally caught up to you and claimed you as you fell into a deep slumber.

"y/n?" the familiar voice of gepard's sister brought you away from your thoughts, as you whirled around to see serval, carrying her guitar in one hand and a couple papers in the other. your eyes widened when she ran over to envelop you in a warm embrace, holding all of those items and all. you had almost expected that she would ... well, never mind that.

"you're here! i... i'm- well, this is a pleasant surprise." you had allowed yourself to smile just as serval studied you intently. "of course. i wouldn't miss this for the world." a bitter laugh spilled from your lips, and you had only hoped that serval was not as perceptive as usual.

"well— i need to finish handing these out, but let's chat later, alright?" serval, as jovial as ever. you had almost anticipated the cold shoulder with how things had culminated, but she didn't.

but somehow, you wished that serval did. or more importantly, he would. maybe it would make the pain of forgetting a little less unbearable.

the day you had been waiting for finally arrived. at last, you had almost enough credits to buy your way out of jarilo-vi and start your life elsewhere. the tantalizing thought of fulfilling your lifelong dream had kept you on your toes, but the excitement was even more magnified when you remembered your anniversary with gepard, who had promised you a night to remember.

"what's all this?" to say that you were surprised was an understatement; your quarters, once a messy pile of armor, plates and nearly wilted flowers, had been transformed into a place befitting a romantic candlelight dinner.

which was ... also what gepard had prepared, as he stood in front of the table with a bashful smile. he had been holding a bouquet of fresh red roses, that his hand stretched out to hand to you. "it's for you. happy anniversary, beloved."

there were two glasses of champagne in front of your seats, along with a plate of— "is that stone-grilled olm?!" you exclaimed, to which gepard's smile shone brighter than the sun at the sound of your excitement. "i thought this was discontinued?!"

gepard only chuckled. "i may.. have pulled a few strings." you set the bouquet down as you took your seat across gepard. oh, you can already feel your stomach grumbling. "let's eat?"

you hadn't replied to him anymore, only digging in like a ravenous monster devouring its prey. you had missed the food served in the underworld, as most of them had discontinued their services after they found work in more in-demand places. you hadn't realized that gepard was just watching you eat, a small smile playing on his lips before disappearing when you let out a sound of confusion.

"you're not going to eat?" you asked, midway through a spoonful of olm in your mouth. gepard shook his head. "i, i will. in a bit." he took a sip from his glass, but his gaze never left you. you suddenly grew self-conscious, as you slowed your pace in eating the food.

"hey, y/n—" "yes?" your head snapped up, to gepard's surprise. silence fell between the both of you, before he cleared his throat to continue. "i... well, happy anniversary." you chuckled, as your fork speared through a piece of olm. "you already told me that, silly."

you had not expected to see gepard looking so nervous though, almost as if he had been hiding something. your eyes narrowed in sudden suspicion, before transforming into a more tender concern. "everything alright, geppie?"

before you knew it, gepard had reached over to hold your hand, his gaze finally meeting yours head on. "y/n. i... i know it had only been a little over two years that we had been together but it.. it has only strengthened my resolve more than anything." you didn't understand where all of this were coming from. "geppie..."

"you... you mean the entire universe to me. you are my sun, my moon and my stars. i... i know that you have your plans of leaving this city, and i understand and completely respect your decision but... i have never felt this strongly about someone, and i don't think i ever will for anyone else."

you only thought that these kind of things only happened in the tales that natasha would read to you during bedtime, but here it was unfolding, as you watched gepard get down in one knee before finally unveiling what he had been obviously hiding behind his back.

a ring. a beautiful diamond encrusted ring that you can only imagine costed millions of credits.

and it was for you.

"y/n, would you make me the happiest man alive and be my spouse?"

you could stare at gepard, mouth agape and a tidal wave of emotions threatening to sink you down from where you sat. "gepard, i—"

"we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of the captain of the silvermane guard, gepard landau and his spouse..."

of course. the wedding was starting. you blinked back tears just as you made your way to where you had resigned yourself to when you broke the captain's heart: in the sidelines.

even when half a decade has passed, you could never forget the night that gepard proposed to you with bated excitement in his eyes, you could never forget how you raised your voice in incredulity at him at the prospect of settling down in this forsaken planet, you could never forget how his sun-like smile twisted into a heartbroken frown as you uttered the word that shattered all his dreams.

you had said no to him that night, all because you did not want to be shackled down in the planet that you had made a long-standing pact to yourself to leave.

and now, you were paying the price for your own foolishness as you watched gepard marry another.

it was the first time since you saw gepard since you closed the door on him, as he stood at the end of aisle and fitted in the most stunning white suit that complemented his features. his hair had been parted in a way that made his look even more formal, but you somehow missed the tousled curls that were all over his face.

he still looked handsome as ever, which just made your heart clench in pain. you had taken the best thing in your life for granted, after all.

when you left jarilo-vi at last, all you were filled with was regret in leaving him behind. though you had earnestly enjoyed living in a different planet, you’d sometimes think about the domestic exchanges you shared with gepard during the time you were together.

when you had received a mail signed under landau, your heart had simply raced in excitement, only to fall flat on the ground when you read the contents of the invitation.

your thoughts had drowned out the words of the officiant, as your eyes only followed one person alone. gepard was standing in front, his hands joined with his would-be partner. despite the absence of the morning sun, you could have sworn the entire venue could have been lit up by gepard's smile alone.

you remembered how happy he got whenever you compared his smile to the sun. he never stopped smiling at you, afterward.

"do you, gepard landau, take auberon chevalier as your lawfully wedded spouse?” right as the officiant finished his words did gepard’s eyes finally meet yours, and it was almost as if the both of you were transported back to the first time you met each other.

gepard’s eyes seemed to widen at the sight of you, that you noticed that he never replied to the officiant’s words. “captain landau?” the crowd seemed perturbed at the sudden pause, just as you could feel your heart beat loudly against your chest.

there was a hint of despondency in his eyes as he met yours, and you could feel your breath hitch. in truth, you had half expected that the reason why you decided to show up to his wedding in the very planet you swore never to return to was to change his mind, but looking at him right now … you knew that would have been such a selfish thing to do.

“sorry, i do.” after a few moments, you watched as gepard finally managed to tear his gaze away from you. the officiant seemed relieved that nothing seemed to be going awry and continued on. “and do you, auberon chevalier…”

still, despite all— you were happy that someone had picked up gepard’s heart after you had impetuously stomped all over his, something you could never forgive yourself for.

even when the sight before you tore your heart to shreds, you were unbelievably happy that gepard had found someone he would feel so strongly about, and most importantly, someone who would not drop his heart like how you did.

you hadn’t realized that the officiant had finally pronounced them as spouses to one another until you heard the crowd go wild in cheers. gepard had finally kissed his spouse, as the people around you grew even wilder in screams.

in another life, you thought to yourself just as you finally stopped blinking back the tears that had threatened to spill from your eyes.

in another life, if i could love him again, i’d love him right this time.

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

[antimatterz]

a penny for your thoughts

gepard landau x gn!reader

you've harbored feelings for the captain of the silvermane guards for a long time, and you finally decide to tell him the truth.

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the city of belobog was quiet after nightfall.

usually you had no business outside after sundown, but you just so happened to run into gepard on your way home and winded up in a conversation that seemed to last forever. you were on really good terms with the captain of the silvermane guards, even managed to find the person he was beyond the tough facade he put on.

and you managed to fall for that person.

by now, you had kind of ran out of topics to talk about, but that didn't really matter. the silence that lingered between the two of you was simply comfortable. the only sound you heard were gepard's footsteps, for his feet were clad in iron armor that shifted and groaned with every step he took.

did you ever mention how dashing he looked in his armor? the silver shone in the moonlight, and the blue scarf danced on the evening breeze. he looked majestic, and his royal blood showed so clearly.

his ocean eyes were calm and serious as he gazed ahead of him, walking so close to you that your hands touched every now and then – and oh, a whole zoo awakened in your stomach every time it happened. you were so afraid that gepard saw your blush every time he glanced sideways, but he hadn't commented on it yet.

it all started a year ago. fragmentum monsters had infiltrated the city and you were cornered. you had feared for your life back then, and you knew all too well that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your knight in shining armor appearing right on time. he had held your hand, worried blue eyes gazing into yours as he asked you if you were okay. you told him yes, but in the meantime, your heart was doing somersaults in your chest because aeons, he was handsome. a few days later, you ran into him again, and you took the opportunity to thank him profusely for saving you that night. who knew that he would offer to exchange numbers, his cheeks dusted in a shade of pink that matched yours. ever since that day, you grew to like him, and you sort of expected him to share the feeling. but you were both beating around the bush, and though your every rendezvous was no longer awkward, there was always an elephant in the room.

you could feel it. it lingered in the air between you as unspoken words, it was obvious from the not-so-secret gazes you often exchanged. but he didn't speak up about it, which you couldn't blame him for because you also kept quiet.

the plaza of the administrative district was abandoned, which was a pretty strange sight since it was so lively during daytime. you were getting closer to your residence, but the idea of going home already did not sit well with you. you stole a glance at gepard, admiring his stunning side-profile before he turned to face you. he offered you a hesitant smile, and you returned it before looking ahead of you again.

you crossed the plaza, the evening breeze tugging on your hair as you pondered. it was crazy to realize that this unspoken infatuation already went on. wasn't it about time to speak up about it? but if you did, would it ruin your friendship with gepard? though you were pretty certain he felt at least a little something for you, you were hesitant to rely on a hunch.

     "you're quiet tonight," gepard remarked after a while, lightly touching the back of your hand to get your attention. "a penny for your thoughts?"

you looked at him, and found his curious blue eyes solely on you. now what? what were you supposed to do? come clean about your true thoughts, or come with a silly excuse? you've been running from your feelings so long, and every time you met with gepard, it itched more.

you made up your mind. it was now or never.

     "i was thinking about you," you confessed. "about us, maybe."

your words took gepard by surprise, and he came to a halt. it was strangely quiet without the sound of his armor clicking against the pavement, and it made you all too aware of the situation you just created. there was no turning back now.

     "about us?" gepard echoed. "what do you mean?"

     "you wanted to know my thoughts, didn't you?" you stated, your voice faltering nervously. "i've liked you ever since you saved my life that night, and though i tried to keep it a secret to protect our friendship, i just can't hold it in anymore."

gepard gazed at you wordlessly, his armor glinstering in the light of the street lamps that surrounded the plaza. now it was his turn to blush, but although he usually looked away to hide it, now he kept his eyes on you. he appeared to be processing your words, the meaning of them, the weight of them, until he finally grasped it. you just confessed to him?!

now you realized so as well; you just confessed to gepard?!

     "y/n..." the captain began, before he trailed off. he heaved out a sigh, and you feared that he was about to reject you. but then he reached out, his armored hands taking yours. the silver was cool against your skin. he smiled, and you suddenly felt a pinch of hope.

     "y/n, i like you too," he admitted, and his words were like music to your ears. your heart leapt in your chest, and your mind momentarily failed you as you were overwhelmed with joy.

a silence followed, and you smiled at each other like two fools in love. it didn't matter that the silence was a little awkward, nor was it a problem that neither of you knew what to do next. you simply relished in the moment, overcome with glee. finally, the word was out. you no longer carried a secret with you, and not only that, your feelings weren't left unanswered. gepard liked you too! it was as if you were dreaming, but the cool silver against your bare skin felt all too real.

     "so does that mean i finally get to do this?" gepard asked, now cupping your cheeks and leaning in. he halted mere inches away from your lips, and you felt his hot breath fanning the sensitive skin.

there you stood. in the middle of the grande plaza, wrapped in the light of the street lamps and the moon that shone high above. there was no one around to witness the scene, but even if they were, you wouldn't have minded. it was just you and gepard, nothing else mattered.

     "yes, that's exactly what it means," you answered with a grin. you felt giddy all over, knowing very well what was about to happen next, now that you granted him permission.

that was all gepard needed to know, and he closed the gap between you ever so gently. his lips met yours in a tentative kiss, and you felt like you were afloat somewhere among the aeons. the guy of your dreams was kissing you! it took you a year to gather the courage to confess, but it was so very worth the wait. his lips against yours felt amazing, as if they belonged there. the kiss slow and careful, converting the feelings you hid for so long.

he was smiling when he pulled back, and you reciprocated the joyful expression. his blue eyes gazed into yours, and he no longer had to hide the love he felt for you. he could finally look at you like a lovesick puppy, and so he did. it was adorable, and you were pretty certain you looked the same.

     "y/n, will you be my significant other?" gepard questioned softly, his hands still on your cheeks.

words momentarily failed you, and you nodded in delight. your heart was pounding out of your chest, the aftermath of your nerves and the kiss you just shared. tonight surely took a turn, but in the best way possible.

gepard pressed another kiss against your lips, as if to seal the fact that you were together now. then he took your hand, ready to lead you home safely. the smile on your face never faltered, and you couldn't help but fantasize;

y/n landau, how did that sound?

[icyhottodo]

love languages ♡

characters: dan heng, gepard landau, sampo koski | genre: fluff!

wc: around 200> per character

✩ DAN HENG + acts of service

dan heng is more reserved, not one to speak a lot or outwardly show emotions too much. so physical affection and words of affirmation are out of the way. 

but the reason why i would only include acts of service and not combine them with quality time is that i think dan heng values his alone time.

"yeah. i’m not sure what to read right now after finishing my favorite series," you told the raven-haired man, mindlessly complaining about your trivial problems. dan heng only gave a hum in acknowledgment, seemingly not interested. not knowing what else to say, you turned to the pink-haired girl and started talking to march 7th, who was a bit more enthusiastic to reply compared to your other friend.

after the next few days, dan heng comes up to you with a tinge of nervousness on his face and a small but nicely wrapped present in his hands. "hey, so i remembered you saying you needed a new book to read. so i bought you this book based on books you've told me you've read before."

dan heng looks away as his face starts to turn a shade of light pink, hanging out the book and scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. awe-struck, you grabbed dan heng’s present delicately. "... you remembered? thank you."

✩ SAMPO KOSKI + words of affirmation

okay, hear me out on this one, even though the citizens of belobog can’t trust sampo’s words about changing his scammer ways. and sampo has lied to them many times. one thing sampo never backs out on is his love for you.

"hey, hey, love." sampo walks into your shared bedroom, checking on you to see if you are ready to go on a date with him. sampo notices your lovely figure and leans into the doorframe, crossing his arms. "wow, you look charming." sampo winks suggestively.

you throw a random piece of clothing lying on the ground toward your boyfriend, which covers his face. bullseye.

"i’m so lucky to be with you." sampo whines, clinging to your arm. you had saved the cunning man from being berated further by his doctor friend, natasha. "what would i do without you?" sampo cries out; you’re basically giving sampo a piggyback ride at this point.

but you especially love those times when sampo comes home from those business trips. cuddling on the couch as your comfort movie plays on the television. sampo tends to be more physically and verbally affectionate when he has been out for a while.

"i love you," sampo whispers tenderly. "you’re so special to me. and i mean it, nothing will change my love for you."

✩ GEPARD LANDAU + gift giving

since gepard is one of the captains of belobog, there are many times when he isn't able to be with you due to his duties. but one good pro about being captain of the silvermane guards is that it has a fat check.

so after his travels on duty, he would always try to give you souvenirs. when he is not, he’ll buy even more presents for you.

"hey babe! good morning, i've got you something!" gepard wakes you up excitedly one day with tons of wrapped or bagged gifts laying on the bed. after opening a few, there was one that caught your eye. it looked a bit different compared to the other presents he had given previously. the present was a small black box.

confused, you took a quick glance at your lover before looking back at the present.

"ge…" you said, sighing in the process, after revealing what was inside the mysterious box. the present turned out to be a silver ring that has half of a blue gem butterfly. you know, it must have been pricey.

"it’s a promise ring!" gepard exclaimed excitedly before showing the other half of the promise ring. the blue-eyed man brings up his arm to show the same exact ring, instead the ring is on a thin silver chain. "and it matches!"

"but gepard, it must have been so expensive," you said reluctantly, examining all of the details of the small piece of metal.

"you know, i don't care about the cost of whatever item i give you. because my love for you is priceless." gepard pecks your lips tenderly.

"now open this present; it's the shirt you’ve been eyeing since we were shopping."