Gepard, Are You Singing?

“gepard, are you… singing?”

the handsome cadence to your lover’s voice gets cut off when you walk into the kitchen and see him crouched by the windowsill, face levelled to a large pot of tiny stems sprouting from the soil. you lay fresh vegetables on the countertop, walk over to where the evening sun caresses the side of his face.

a soft blush coats his cheek, and you smile at his bashfulness, and then the red runs up to his ears. “i— um…” he tries to think up an excuse and fails, sighing deeply and shaking his head in defeat, “yes, i was singing… i suppose you caught me.”

“singing to a plant, at that.” your eyes follow him as he gets back up on his feet, pouting and draping your arms over his shoulders. you take on a playfully woeful tone, “why won’t you sing to me?”

“you know it’s not like that…” he takes hold of your waist with gentle fingers, tastes butterscotch and cream as he kisses the pout off your mouth. “today, someone told me that if you sing to your flowers, they grow better.”

“oh? that’s cute,” you giggle, endeared to him all the more by the act. getting on your tippy toes, you nuzzle your nose against his in a little bunny kiss, bite your lip excitedly and squint up at him through the sunlight. there’s a halo over his head. “what flowers are you growing, anyway?”

“it’s… a surprise.”

and a surprise it is indeed— when gepard sees the first flower bloom in full health— petals soft and pink and dripping sweet nectar. he takes you by your hand and brings you to see; you immediately recognize it as a ball peony.

and then you realize, and your cheeks feel hot, and your heart melts and seeps out of your ribs, and your voice knots in ribbons, and then you turn to him, and he’s kneeling in front of you in your kitchen, stars in his eyes as he exhales a shaky sigh.

“will you marry me?”

ball peonies are meant for lovers, according to the floriography manual found in-game ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ "there is an unwritten tradition in belobog — if lovers propose in front of the flowering ball peonies, their love will be everlasting" ♡

drunk confessions

alhaitham x fem!reader | 3k words

warnings: drunk alhaitham, a bit of unwanted touching from another character

the unpredictability of love was perhaps alhaithams worst enemy, at least when it came to you, and as he watched your skin flush under the gaze of another man that was more evident than ever. 

he’s forgotten why he even came out this way, if he had been seeking you out like he often did or was just trying to get his mind off of you before he spotted you in the distance, wearing that flowy dress that he can’t get enough of, accompanied by another scholar who stood much too close to you, who caressed and grabbed your arm to get you to look at him before leaning toward your lips. alhaitham didn’t stick around to watch you kiss the man. he hadn’t prepared himself for the feeling of tightness in his chest as he walked away or the deep breaths he’d need to take all the way back to his office to try to stop it, though it was to no avail in the end. this annoying lick of flames that kept his chest feeling annoyingly uncomfortable at the thought of another man taking you as their own didn’t disappear simply because he had walked away.

he had struggled, or maybe it was more so avoided, processing the fact that he had indeed fallen in love with you and even after he came to the conclusion of love, he still chose to do nothing about it. love was everything he was not; irrational, illogical, the act of following one’s heart. and you were.. 

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shower with gepard <3 — nsfw

hnnng gepard is so fucking soft to any request you have of him. you want him to go out and get you a dessert you’ve been craving all day, late at night? of course he’ll go out just for you!

truly gepard is extremely unaware of his oblivious nature when it comes to certain implications you have. whether it be your tone of voice or even your touches, all he can recognize is that whatever you’re doing to him, his body and mind can’t resist. that’s why when you try to suggest accompanying him in the shower once he returns home from his late-night patrol, he’s almost confused at the request. sure he needs to clean off before he can get in bed with you, but what’s the point in you joining him? you find it both amusing and adorable to see the look of confusion written all over his sweet face. gently explaining that he’ll like it and to just go along with it—promising to help him out with washing his hair and body. gepard practically flushes up at the thought of your pretty fingers running through his scalp or over his body. he’s so embarrassed that he’d let himself just about succumb to those rather dirty thoughts, but shakes it off as you both enter the washroom. as your begin to strip, gepard lets his eyes focus on himself, maybe stealing a glance every so often before he hears a soft laugh come from you.

"you can look at me all you want, you know? don’t be shy."

god it was always your tone that did it for him. he nodded while still somewhat struggling to take off his layers of armor, and you came to the rescue. helping him set down and remove the metal plates. soon enough, you stripped him down to his undergarments and allowed him to finish up while focusing on getting the water hot for the shower. once it was finally to your liking, you stepped in urging gepard to join you and making sure he was letting the soothing water hit him. watching as he pushed back his now-wet hair and sighed in relief. just standing next to him and observing made you suddenly realize just how big gepard was—it was a realization you had often just from being next to him, but now more than ever.

"feels good, yeah? not too hot?"

he shook his head and looked into your loving eyes. you began the regular routine of washing your hair and gepard as well, making sure to focus on scrubbing his scalp. watching his pretty eyes scrunch together at the rather pleasurable feeling and smile in contentment.

then got to the part where you focused on his body. his strong, built arms and chest had to be one of your favorite assets, and gepard had learned this pretty quickly while just how much you’d admire and touch over them. he watched as you spent so much time rubbing the soapy washcloth all over his upper body and couldn’t help but want to return the favor. putting his hand over the one you were using to clean him, he took the cloth from you, saying, "i’ll take it from here." that was all you needed to hear from him to obey his will. feeling his large hand run all over your body, especially focusing on your stomach and breasts. hearing some soft whines from your lips as he focused on different areas of your body with care. you moved closer to him, feeling your body start to ache for more of gepard.

"something wrong, dear? i didn’t mean to-"

he was quickly cut off by your lips sealing against his own, his large hands grabbed your waist as he backed up against one of the walls of the shower. still feeling that warm water hit both of you as you continued to mark one another. backing away, you apologized with lust-filled eyes, saying that you’d been wanting gepard ever since he left for work this morning and just couldn’t resist getting close to him once he returned home. your words cut deep into him, as he practically felt weak in his knees at your confession, knowing you deserved his attention. all of it.

"just relax for me okay?"

"sweetheart i’m—hah—"

his head tipped back at the sudden warmth of your mouth, engulfing his thick tip in just one go. he looked back down at you soon after, brushing the wet strands out of your pretty face so they wouldn’t get in the way and also so he could admire what was his. tangling his hand into your hair as to urge you to continue on with this treat.

"you’re so good—so good f’me."

gepard sang our praise after praise, his voice high pitched and trailing off from his usual demanding and command giving voice. he just couldn’t help but be soft for you—you put him in a bind. it didn’t take much from your sweet mouth licking and sucking over each vein from gepard to finally reach his limit. making you swallow all his sticky cum while you licked him clean. he huffed out a bit, utterly exhausted from that day's work and this treat you've given him so generously.

Honkai: Star Rail (NSFW: Your Sweet Boyfriend! ver.) click and drag game!

MINORS DNI

warnings: flashing images, NSFW/explicit sexual themes, brief mentions and implications of dacryphilia, bdsm, voyeurism, dubcon/noncon, watersports, breeding kink, somnophilia, daddy kink, spanking, overstimulation, pegging, cock and ball torture, choking, pegging

Please DO NOT post reaction videos/results of my NSFW click and drag games onto any other social media platform. 18+ blogs are allowed to reblog

characters included: danheng, jing yuan, blade, sampo, gepard, welt, luocha

*how to play

prompt: your sweet boyfriend is the cutest but is also a bit of a freak 😏

First of all I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING! YOU ARE INCREDIBLE <33 JUST PRAISE. Now! I just wanted to say that I can't stop imagining our dear boy Gepard with a doctor reader. Like he comes back injured and she just takes care of his wounds and he looks up at her with such adoration. I imagine it something like that Spiderman scene with Peter and Gwen?? If you get me, when Peter goes to her and she treats his wounds, they are so close and it's so cute!! So yes something similar happens with our boy Geppie. (still love your writing a lot!)

Scars of Service

desc. : okie so I LOVED WRITING THIS OOPS i initially had a slightly diff idea for dis but after reading the whole thing i jus had a "dis piece is complete" moment n i really liked what i had so ! enjoy :) the title is a play on the love language "acts of service" ♥︎ (wc : 1k )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, mention of injury/blood but nothing graphic described, hurt/comfort (?) perhaps, gepard is a little arrogant man who should be more careful on the frontlines

Unwavering dedication breeds self-sacrifice, and Gepard's unyielding commitment on the frontlines often gave rise to both acts of bravery and the perilous seed of arrogance. He was no stranger to throwing himself at the Fragmentum, fending off waves of monsters in an attempt to break the enemy line so that his soldiers may have an advantage. While Gepard may have had the stamina, he was only human and you knew he was bound to reach his limit eventually.

Hearing the door to the clinic slam open was enough to give anyone a fright, and the icy breeze sent a chill down your spine. You were taken aback when you realized it was Captain Gepard in the doorway, once-pristine white uniform now stained with blood and dirt. As your eyes scanned his figure, your heart raced at the state he was in – that the blood on his uniform was in fact his own and not from a soldier he had brought in for first aid. 

On this day, the Fragmentum onslaught proved exceptionally harsh. Unending masses of monsters stormed the frontlines, clashing with the silvermane forces in relentless waves. Even Gepard, alongside his fatigued comrades, was starting to tire. After fending off an abnormally large beast, the captain found himself worse for wear. Without the arrival of the rear guard as back-up, he would have collapsed on the spot.

Immediately, you rushed to his side, guiding him to the examination table in the corner of the room. Gepard hissed when you pressed against his wounded side, prompting him to sit on the edge of the bed. At this point, neither of you had spoken a word to the other, and frankly you were too afraid to ask. While it is true that you'd often do volunteer work on the frontlines, you'd never expected to see the Captain in such a dire state as he is now.

As you pushed up his uniform coat, the sight of the grievous laceration on his side made you gasp. Removing the upper half of his uniform revealed even more scratches and bruises he had endured. Wordlessly, you retrieved the necessary materials, pulling up a chair next to the bed. “What happened?” you asked after a long period of silence had passed, cleaning the area around the laceration with an antiseptic solution. Gepard breathed deeply when the liquid seeped into his wound, burning the exposed flesh. 

“The Fragmentum,” he finally replied, pointedly avoiding the worried look in your eyes. With steady hands, you continued your ministrations, your gaze fixed on Gepard's injury. The severity of his wounds sent a shiver down your spine, and concern etched itself into your gentle features. The heavy silence clung to the air, amplifying the weight of your unspoken fears. As you carefully applied a sterile dressing to his side, you couldn't help but press for more answers, unable to ignore the nagging worry that gnawed at your heart.

"You’ve never had an injury this bad," you remarked softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "But this... this time it's more than just a skirmish. What happened out there, Gepard?" Gepard's eyes flickered, his gaze fixated on a distant point on the wall. His reluctance to share the details only fueled your determination to unearth the truth. You knew him well enough to recognize his attempts to shield you from unnecessary worry, but this time, you couldn't let him dismiss your concerns so easily.

Leaning closer, you gently grasped his hand, dabbing his bruised knuckles with the cleaning agent and applying a bandage. "Please, Gepard," you implored, your voice laced with genuine care. "Share your burden with me." Finally, his eyes met yours, revealing a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. The familiar strength that radiated from him seemed momentarily diminished, replaced by a quiet vulnerability that tugged at your heart. 

A faint smile played on his lips, a subtle attempt to lighten the mood. “I may have overstayed my welcome, but rest assured, I still seem to be in one piece.” He gently raised his hand to your face, thumb stroking your cheek. Your gaze held a sadness that broke his heart, but your mouth curved into a gentle smile.

"You know I worry about you out there," you whispered, your hand pressing against his on your cheek. "I don't want your duty to be your downfall." You looked away, searching for another wound to focus on, to divert your mind from the dark thoughts.

"It's the fear of losing you that gives me the strength to push past my limits. If I couldn't protect Belobog – to protect you – I wouldn't know what would become of me," he replied, a familiar determination etched into his tone. You fell silent, gently applying a numbing gel to the cut on his arm. It was pointless to argue, but it didn't mean you approved of his reckless behavior.

"I would've stitched you up without anesthetic if I didn't love you, you know?" you quipped, chuckling softly at the thought. Gepard only laughed, leaning in to plant a soft kiss against your lips. It was apologetic, for making you worry about him as much as he did. When he pulled away, you no longer felt sadness. His presence alone calmed your worries.

But as he leaned in for another peck, you found yourself pushing against his chest with your free hand. “Hey,” you breathed, “At least let me finish stitching up this cut…” The needle still grasped tightly between your fingers, you hoped you wouldn't accidentally pull the thread too tight. But maybe, just maybe, it would teach him a lesson to be more careful next time.

After you finished patching up Gepard, a quiet understanding filled the room. As your fingers traced across his scars, a mixture of tenderness and concern enveloped your heart. You had come to accept that this was how things would be, that he would always be drawn to the frontlines, risking his well-being for the greater good. Yet, in that moment, you silently vowed to cherish every precious moment, knowing that your unwavering support would be his guiding light in the darkest of times.

the science nerd in me had 2 tone down the medical references and play up the emotions to 100 hehe ♥︎ but OMGGG dat Spiderman scene was so soft aaaa i hope I managed to capture the vibes...

-> random, smutty headcanons of the hsr men that have been plaguing my mind

SMUT - MINORS DNI

fem!reader x gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, sampo

cw: body worship, cunnilingus, tiddy sucking, 69, praise kink, penetration, implied creampie

GEPARD

I see Gepard being into body worship 'cause heck, he would kiss the ground you walk on in general. This dude would be such a devoted lover.

During love making, he would be so slow and careful with you, especially if it was your first time with him.

He'd leave kisses all over your body, and would stop at your most sensitive spots to give them the extra affection that they deserved.

Fondling your breasts, he'd lean down to circle his tongue around one of the buds, before puckering his lips to suck on it. And as he sucked, he'd softly moan, muttering how soft they were.

Then, trailing a line of kisses down your stomach and down to your heat, he'll place a quick kiss to your clit before sliding his tongue up and down your folds and finally inserting the wet muscle into your hole.

He'd most definitely take a lot of time down there too, taking the time savor your flavor and letting his lips become accustomed to the shape of your lower ones. Look down at his face and see how flushed his cheeks would be, hot from the heat and hot from the drunkeness he has from your pussy, humming with delight and slurring out multiple, "you taste so good's"

He too, would especially be diligent with observing each of your own reactions you had to his touch, his kisses, his tongue, and to his thrusts that would caress your walls and deeply kiss your core with each stroke.

To any sharp gasp, furrow of your brows, or any cry that you'd let out, he'd immediately pause his motions and ask if you were okay. The last thing he would ever want to do in such a vulnerable and intimate activity would be to hurt you.

Let's be honest, with the way he would be touching and fucking you slowly and gently, none of your reactions would be derived from any real pain. So you must assure him they were simply from the pleasure he was giving you.

Encourage him not to hold back, and assure him that it's okay. You'll say the safeword if you truly are in pain anyway.

And lord when he no longer restricts himself from all of the love he wants to give you at last, you'll feel it.

His motions will become much quicker, and much eager. He's sure to shake the bed a lot with all the speed and pressure he's thrusting into you, lol.

Prior to this, he had never been really vocal about his carnal desires. He'd probably think that they were improper and might give you the impression that he was a lech.

Yet, now that you've given him reassurance, he'll be comfortable enough to let you know all of the numerous positions he wants to make love to you in; how he wants to feel the weight of your legs hanging over his shoulders, wanting to feel the way you squeeze around him so tightly, and feel the way you'd release yourself all over him.

With all of the various ways a person can show love to another, his desire is to try and do all of them. He love you that much and wants to make sure you know it.

On that note, I also see him as the type to chant multiple, "I love you's", when he's close to cumming. And if he can, he'd hold you tightly, needing to feel you in his arms as he finally releases.

I'd also like to add that he probably has a praise kink. Idk, I just feel it in my bones. To show him appreciation for what he does and how good he's doing would make him so happy, both inside and outside of the bedroom.

JING YUAN

'Kay I honestly don't know much about him (as I still haven't gotten too far into the story) but I think he'd be the type to enjoy having you do most of the work in bed...at first

He'll enjoy you sucking him off and riding him while he simply lays back, eyes half-lidded, wrapped up in pleasure, and letting out occasional, guttural groans

But the moment you feel your legs giving out from bouncing on his cock for so long, he will be there to take over. His hands will immediately be at your hips, and he'll lean over to your ear, whispering lowly, "You did well, darling... allow me to take care of the rest". He'll have a smile on his face as he ponders over what he has in store for you.

And before you can move or say a word, he'll then continue to thrust up into you while slamming your hips down at the same time so that his cock penetrates the deepest part of your core.

You'll let out a sharp gasp and would instinctively grab hold of his shoulders as it felt like he was splitting you open with each thrust

He'll continue to fuck you with that sheer amount of force, that your body eventually gives in and he's fucking you as if you were a ragdoll.

Anyway, I think he'd be a big fan of 69, with him lying down and you on top of him. Whatever your weight is, it won't matter. He'll be able hold you up while eating you out and relishing the way you'd suck his dick.

SAMPO

He looks like the type that is determined to make you cry and whimper during the act, but in actuality, I think he'll be crying and whimpering by the end of it too LOL

During sex, he'll like to taunt you by denying you your orgasm, often pleasuring you with his tongue and quickly pulling it back when he knows you're close.

He will be borderline humiliating you, saying things like, "Aw, can't take it anymore? Does my little slut want to cum? Well, you'll have to beg for it, sweetie" while massaging your inner thighs, knowing how it gets you even more worked up

But don't worry, you'll have your chance for revenge when you're riding him. Simply insert the tip of his cock inside of you, and sure, slide up and down it a bit, but nothing more. The way your walls squeeze him so deliciously will make him try to thrust up as he'd need more stimulation, but don't allow him to. That's when you'll be able to make him beg as well

DAN HENG

Love-making with Dan Heng would be special. Rarely is he ever so willing to be vulnerable like this, giving both of yourselves to each other, both body and soul, but you are so dear to him that he feels safe to do so.

I think sex wouldn't be iniated by carnal desire alone (at least on his part) but would mostly be initiated by his emotional needs, particularly when he needed your comfort, your touch, and your essence; or when he fears of losing you, his desperation will settle in and give him the need to hold you protectively to him; and other than that, like anyone else, he'll do it when words can no longer express how much he loves and adores you.

And depending on which reason, his touches can range from being gentle and soft, to being desperate and needy.

Either way, what will never change is his praises and words of assurance to you. He'll always make sure to tell you how good you feel, how well you're taking him, and how beautiful you are.

He'll tell you all this as he fucks you, and most importantly, he'll ask you if you understand how precious you are to him.

And if you couldn't answer quickly even after all the love he's given you and had thrusted into you, even to the point of overflowing, then he wouldn't stop until he made sure you understood it, continuing on, no matter how long it would take

a/n: It's clear to see that my favorite is Gepard, haha

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