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kicking my feet and giggling into a pillow :3

Coco please what do you think kisses with Gepard are like? 🩵

oh graygray ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ i think kisses with gepard feel something like a dream . . . the first time you kiss him, it feels like you're bathing in the sunshine after spending eternity locked away in the dark. because his kisses are always accompanied by a hug— warm and tender, squeezing your heart in just the right way. his strong arms drape around your waist, palms splayed over your back as his fingertips curl into your skin; you feel so safe in his hold, and with how he breathes the sun down your throat, you think you'll never know a peace greater than this.

it makes your knees all wobbly, makes you whimper sweet, tiny little noises into his mouth and fist at the fur of his collar— silent pleas for him to kiss you more, to never let you go. and gepard can only find it within himself to hold you closer, kiss you ten, fifty, hundred times more before he even thinks about letting you go. but that is such a difficult task in itself, and so, he kisses you until his lungs won't allow it anymore, until you're giggling something silly over his lips— feels like i might faint if you kiss me more.

gepard hasn't ever given much thought to what his kisses feel like, but when you tell him, "it feels like warm rays of sun spanning the horizon, kissing the earth in the morning" his chest aches and his lips are longing— he wishes he could kiss you always, kiss you until your last breath.

hmm im sorry if dis is ooc, coco! im still learning about the beloved gepard <3 buttt him being off duty n taking u around to all ur fav places! he wants to see his pretty baby smile, and he doesn't mind if you end up completely spoiled in the end! gepard lovesss da way you throw your arms around him, and pull him down to smother in kisses as a thank you. he'd buy you the world if he could!

omgosh hedo nonnie 🐾 ! i dont think dis is ooc at all . . . gepard deffo seems like the type to spoil his sweet thing ! ! he's meticulous and observant— takes note of the colours you wear most often, the flowers you most often reach for in the meadows, what jewelry in the window makes your eyes twinkle and lips curve up in awe; and then he's gifting you all those things with an eager smile on his face, a light dusting of pink on his cheekbones.

just as he is meticulous, he is stubborn, never backing down when you bashfully shake your head and your hands at him, telling him he's spoiling you too much, and that you don't need that necklace, or that he's gonna end up blowing all his money on you.

but being captain of the silvermane guards pays a pretty price, he rebuts as he clasps the dainty diamond pendant around your neck against your protest and tucks your favourite flower behind your ear. even if you were to milk him down to his last penny, he'd still spend it on you ♡

Coco think about Gepard’s back…..those rippling muscles and sinewy lines of him leading down to that waist, the waist that he loves for your legs to be locked around. his back especially looks so pretty with dark pink scratches down his skin, his shoulders all blushy when he realizes you did that because he just made love to you that well, his lips dotting kisses up your wrist to each fingertip when he apologizes for being too rough. and the way his eyes grow wide with surprise (and a fresh wave of need) when you giggle and tell him you like it when he gets a little….too eager for you 🩷🩷🩷

oh waw ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ . . . you can feel his cock twitch inside of you as you whisper shyly how you love when he handles you like a rag doll, like you're his favourite toy to play with. and it's coy, how you nibble on your lip and look up at him like that— rolling your mound up along his still-hard cock and silently begging for more. you laugh, a pretty little sound that lights a near carnal spark in his brain, and all of a sudden his finger begin to dig deeper into the flesh of your thighs n he's spreading you open yet again. pulling his creamy, sticky cock out and sinking back in again, deeper, harder than before.

it has your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering shut and your back arching and toes curling into the sheets and fuck— he's just so deep and just so big, you feel his cockhead bruising and unearthing pleasure points inside you you didn't even know existed.

and gepard thinks you look the most gorgeous you've ever looked when you're under him like this. nails weakly running red wings across his broad back, lashes sticky with tears, little mewls and whimpers and soft happy noises spilling from your drool-slicked lips, slurred words and begs of 'more, more, gepard, wan' more' candied with a certain level of desperation that has him wanting to fuck into you like a wild animal. until he's shooting blanks and his seed n your slick soak through the bed and you've gone dumb on his cock ♡

“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" ♡