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u can call me milky ♡ 18+ she/her ♡ minors dni w/ nsfw content pls ! ♡ feedback appreciated ♡

[gepardling]

masterlist

news : new posts will be made when possible for the duration of my semester. unannounced hiatuses may commence every few weeks or so due to workload or length of posts. thank you for the continued support ♥︎

status : big hiatus

requests : open (until further notice)

key : link, title : word count

Gepard

sfw :

🦋 Taking care of him : 400

🦋 Personal heater : 400

🦋 Late bloomer I : 1.5k

🦋 Late bloomer II : 2.1k

🦋 Curtain call : 757

🦋 Market day : 600

🦋 Scars of Service (request) : 1k

🦋 On the stage, behind the stage (request) : 1k

🦋 Unspoken heart (request) : 1.3k

🦋 Fleeting embers (request) : 1.3k

nsfw :

🦋 Late Night R&R : 2.7k

🦋 Captain's Mercy : 2k

🦋 De-stressing (request) : 1k

🦋 Happy anniversary (request) : 1.9k

[gepardling]

semester update

my 2nd semester started, so as expected the workload has increased !! >.<

i obvi dun wanna go 2 long without making a new post, since i also wanna get back 2 writing :( but unfortunately studies take priority... (blegh!)

gonna take a week or so 2 get back on track w/ my notes n get all my semester planning done and we'll be back on track ! also gonna make a new pinned post (masterlist) which i'll keep an updated news tab on tht i can edit when needed

the request box will stay open until further notice ♥︎ don't be discouraged from sending anything, i still read all requests the moment i receive them 2 get the brain juices flowing :))

i just felt like i had 2 make a quick post regarding this since i hate leaving my lovies in the dark ♥︎

[gepardling]

what if reader had a one night stand w gepard? for him it was his first time and he can’t forget about reader and longs to see her again🧐

fleeting embers w/ gepard.

desc. : the once-a-week upload schedule will b customary while i am back at university sowwy ♥︎ i had fun wit dis 1 !! it was very cute writing geppie's reaction :) i kept the ending open-ended for now ( wc : 1.3k )

tags / cw : sfw (implications of sex), fluff-ish (more flirty), gepard is struggling mentally (real), gn!reader, not proofread

Gepard values his pristine reputation. He is a man of discipline, and despite his lineage, worked hard to get where he is in life. Growing up in the shadow of his family's name was no easy feat. Expectations were high, and the weight of their legacy could have overwhelmed a lesser soul. However, Gepard embraced the challenge with unwavering resolve. He wanted to stand tall on his own merits, with accomplishments that were truly his own.

It wasn't just his physical prowess that defined him. Gepard's true strength lay in his unyielding sense of honor and duty. He held himself to the highest standards, refusing to compromise on his principles. It was this unwavering integrity that earned him the respect of his fellow guards and commanders alike. In a world where corruption and deceit were not uncommon, Gepard stood as a beacon of righteousness.

Yet, amidst his unwavering dedication to his role as a Silvermane Guard, Gepard was still human. Behind that stoic facade, there lay a heart that longed for connection and understanding. He yearned for companionship, but the fear of compromising his professional image held him back. Relationships, especially romantic ones, were delicate territory for someone in his position.

Despite his discipline, Gepard had a tendency to struggle with resisting peer pressure, especially when it came to bonding with his fellow Silvermane Guards. He was often urged to join his comrades for a night of camaraderie and revelry, but the fear of things going awry held him back. However, after much persistent begging from his brothers in arms, Gepard finally gave in and decided to join them for a night of drinks.

Though he remained mindful of his intake, the warmth of the alcohol seemed to soften his resolve ever so slightly. Surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of his comrades, Gepard found himself feeling more at ease than he had in a long time. In this vulnerable moment, he crossed paths with a captivating stranger. Your mischievous gaze and gentle laugh charmed him, subtly breaking down those walls he kept up around his heart.

Uncharacteristically, Gepard allowed himself to be swept away by the night's events, giving in to the spontaneity of the moment. It was an unexpected and impulsive decision, one that he would later come to question. As the night wore on, the connection deepened, and boundaries blurred. He followed you through the city like a lost puppy, the subtle wave of your hand beckoning him to follow you to the nearest hotel.

As the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, Gepard slowly stirred from his slumber, his mind foggy from the previous night's events. For a moment, he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, and as his eyes adjusted, he was met with an unfamiliar sight. This was not his own bedroom. Panic shot through him like a bolt of lightning, and he sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest.

It all came rushing back to him in a whirlwind of emotions and fragmented memories. The Goethe hotel room, the intoxicating laughter, the captivating stranger who had drawn him in with such ease. It was his first time, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He had crossed a boundary he never thought he would, and now he was waking up in a bed that was not his own.

The silence of the room was deafening as he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn't even know the name of the person who shared this intimate moment with him. The fear of the unknown gnawed at him, and he couldn't help but wonder what might have transpired during the night. Had he done something he would regret? Did he say things he shouldn't have?

Gepard's mind raced, but before he could unravel the full extent of the situation, there was a soft knock on the door. His heart leaped into his throat, and he hesitated before calling out a cautious "Yes?" but he realized a moment too late that his naked form was covered with one measly sheet.

The door creaked open, and the Goethe hotel receptionist peeked inside. Their gaze met, and Gepard could feel the weight of their unspoken question. The receptionist's silent stare peered over the rim of their glasses, right into Gepard’s soul. It was a glance that made his heart sink even further into his stomach.

With a professional smile, the receptionist simply said, "Breakfast will be served in the dining area shortly, sir. Please take your time." Then they closed the door, leaving Gepard alone with his thoughts. In that moment, Gepard couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and embarrassment. The awkward encounter was just his luck, and it was definitely not the image he wanted people to remember.

As he got up from the bed, he found a note left by the stranger, a name signed at the bottom. Mixed emotions surged within him as he read the name, his full memory of the night crashing down on him all at once. He remembered the gentle touch of your hands, your plush thighs, gentle kisses. His cheeks flared when he realized he had done things he didn’t even know he was capable of. But despite all this, the image of your face remained clouded.

After getting dressed, leaving the hotel was difficult enough. Every staff member he passed sent him a knowing glance – the walk of shame. Not only that, but he found out that you made the tab to be in his name, leaving him to pay for the hotel room. The receptionist could only shrug in response, once again peeking at him over their glasses.

In the days that followed the memorable night, Gepard found it increasingly difficult to focus on his duties as a Silvermane Guard. His mind would often drift back to you, and despite his best efforts to maintain composure, the memories of that night would creep into his thoughts at the most inconvenient times, causing an embarrassing blush to spread across his cheeks.

On patrol, he would catch himself daydreaming, his mind wandering into unsavory territory, replaying moments he had shared with you. It was a constant battle to keep his thoughts in check, especially when he had to interact with others and couldn't afford any distractions. He cursed himself for letting his guard down, for allowing himself to be swept away by a night of passion that was now becoming a source of distraction.

But amid the embarrassment and the struggle to keep his thoughts under control, there was a part of Gepard that couldn't help but smile at the memories. As the days passed, he found himself cherishing those moments with you, the connection he had felt, and the vulnerability he had allowed himself to experience. It was both thrilling and terrifying, and he couldn't deny the longing that still lingered in his heart.

However, he couldn't bring himself to ask around about you. The fear of others finding out about the night you had shared made him hesitate. He was afraid of the judgment and the speculation that might come with such revelations. Not only that, but all he knew was your name and the bar you had met at. So, instead, he kept his thoughts to himself, burying them deep within his heart.

As the days turned into weeks, the marks you had left on Gepard started to fade. The blush on his cheeks grew less frequent, and he tried to convince himself that he was moving on from that night. He focused on his duties with renewed determination, pushing himself harder to distract from the memories that threatened to resurface. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely forget you.

Locked in conversation with another Silvermane Guard, his heart skipped a beat as he heard your voice echo from around the corner. He came to an abrupt halt as he instinctively turned his attention towards the source of the sound. He felt a rush of emotions flood back, memories of that unforgettable night intertwining with the present moment.

For the first time, he could remember your face, the glint in your eyes and that signature smile that punctuated the evening. But reality quickly pulled him back, and his heart pounded in his chest as he wrestled with his emotions. He knew he couldn't let himself get lost in the past, not now, not when he had responsibilities to uphold.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to regain his composure, forcing a smile as he turned back to his fellow guard. "Sorry about that," he said, trying to sound casual despite the lingering tremor in his voice. "What were we talking about again?"

will geppie go after you? or will he finally let you go?? (we win these)

[gepardling]

what about a shy!reader confessing to gepard and him being so surprised he’s at a lost for words

unspoken heart w/ gepard.

desc. : dis is 1 day overdue bc i was 2 busy playing league w/ friends :(( aphelios has my whole heart... but here it is <3 i erm hope i did dis 1 some justice, my mind ran away w/ me when i started writing o.o i feel like every1 has their own perception of shyness, and as some1 who considers themselves pretty shy in a romantic aspect, i had 2 lay it bare... ( wc : 1.3k )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, gn!reader, reader is a shopkeeper, not proofread

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards wasn't one for frivolous pursuits. That being said, they never seemed to come his way either. It was a double-edged sword – And yes, it did hurt. To put it simply, Gepard wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Yet, as long as he never expressed genuine interest in a person (vice versa), he wouldn't budge.

There was, of course, one individual in particular who had grasped the attention of the Captain. It was nothing major, really, just another shopkeeper around Belobog. At most, he found himself stealing glances at you every now and again when he passed by your shop, whether on patrol or off duty. But staying 100% "cool" was something you couldn't quite manage.

The first few times it happened, you thought you were under investigation for tax evasion or something equally crazy. The moment you caught his eye, he would turn away and continue walking, and it was weird. Yeah, he was pretty weird. But he was also just... pretty. It was kind of embarrassing to think how easily you had fallen for the quiet silvermane guard. Each time those intrusive thoughts wandered into your mind, you had to savagely fight off the crimson blush that crept up your neck.

It only made matters worse when he started visiting your shop, actually entering and purchasing an item. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the little bell by the door chimed, revealing the looming silhouette of Captain Gepard himself. His aura was intimidating up close, his steeled gaze seemingly piercing straight through you. It made a lump rise to your throat each time you had to greet him...

Normally, you'd never have a problem working with customers. You would greet them, help them with their orders, take their payment, and thank them. You didn't really need to have any social skills for that; it was just standard workplace protocol. But for some reason, Gepard made it increasingly difficult for you to just be natural at work. You would stutter when you greeted him, almost drop the Shield he gave you as payment, and hide behind the counter for a quick moment to compose yourself every time he left.

It was frustrating, almost infuriating, how your emotions got the better of you whenever he was around. In fact, one day you were beyond embarrassed when he actually tried to have a conversation with you. It didn't help that midway through, he asked if you were feeling unwell because of how red your face was becoming, even encouraging you to go home and get well soon. He was none the wiser about your true feelings, of course, which made you feel both relieved and anxious.

Over time, you came to realize that you must be attracted to him, which didn't do your mental state any good. It completely shattered your resolve each time you saw him from that point onwards. Your hands would shake ever so slightly, and you could barely conceal the tremble in your voice whenever you spoke to him. Though you appreciated the lingering conversations that grew longer with time. It was safe to say that you had grown accustomed to seeing the Captain’s face every day.

Yet, while you were comfortable with the way things are now, people tend to stagnate if they keep doing the same things all the time. The worry that Gepard would grow distant again before you even had the guts to tell him how you felt gnawed at your heart, and the whole situation made you feel anxious, to say the least. The feeling only worsened when he started visiting less and less, and the confidence you'd somehow managed to build up in your comfort zone dissipated before you. 

The rollercoaster of emotions had you feeling a little silly about your seemingly one-sided infatuation with him, and your own reluctance to confront him with your feelings merely heightened your awkwardness. The harder you fell, the more absentminded you seemed to become as a coping mechanism for the crippling shyness that threatened to envelop your being. But your own absentmindedness was about to bite you on the arse the very next time you met with Gepard at the shopfront. 

While you were ringing up his goods, Gepard started a light conversation. It was nothing serious, just some basic how-are-you banter between acquaintances. He told you a bit about the situation on the frontlines and how busy it had gotten lately with a spike in fragmentum activity.

"You know," your voice trailed off, gaze fixated on the Shield you were counting in your palm. "You should take care of yourself out there, I miss seeing you here." As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze up entirely. The heat in your cheeks rose exponentially fast once you realized Gepard’s own wide-eyed expression. Overwhelmed by the accidental confession that slipped past your lips, you found yourself stumbling over your words, desperately trying to salvage the situation. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind. 

How could you have been so careless? The fear of rejection loomed over you, and you wished for nothing more than to disappear into thin air. Gepard's stunned expression mirrored your own internal turmoil. His usually composed demeanor faltered for a moment as he searched for a response. The silence hung heavy in the air, and the weight of your confession seemed to press down upon you, suffocating any semblance of composure you had left.

As you fumbled to correct yourself, the words tumbled out in a jumble of awkward phrases and incoherent ramblings. Your mind raced, desperately trying to find an escape from the overwhelming embarrassment that had engulfed you. But there was no way to take back what had been said, no way to erase the vulnerability you had just laid bare. Gepard's silence wasn't doing you any good either, and you were just about to excuse yourself before you melted into a puddle on the ground.

Gepard's eyes softened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand reached out, lightly brushing against yours as he accepted the change you had hastily pushed into his palm. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, momentarily distracting you from your own embarrassment.

"It's alright," he said, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "I appreciate your concern, and I've missed seeing you too." His words were laced with a tenderness that sent your heart aflutter, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of the moment. You stood behind the counter, heart still racing as you attempted to come to terms with what just happened. You blinked several times, but Gepard remained standing in front of you, confirming that he was in fact not a hallucination.

"I- uhm… I mean- No, err… Thank you for supporting us!" you rambled on, "Our shop, I mean, not us like, people, that would be silly…" All the while your eyes desperately searched the room. Your nervous laughter chimed through the shop, and by this point you've caught quite a few people's attention. Gepard's chuckle joined yours, and the tension in the air slowly dissipated. His easy smile and the twinkle in his eyes reassured you that the momentary awkwardness was nothing more than a shared experience, a humorous twist.

"Don't worry, I understand what you meant," he said, his voice warm and gentle. "And I appreciate your gratitude." His gaze swept across the shop, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that your accidental confession had not gone unnoticed by the other patrons. 

Blushing furiously, you offered a sheepish smile to those around you, feeling their curious gazes upon you. This truly was a spectacle to behold, and you were sure to answer some questions regarding your behavior later. Suffice to say, this sudden turn of events was enough to leave you red faced for days on end…

[gepardling]

how did you learn to write fluff/smut? idk when i try to write i get super embarrassed just curious

i'll b real, i STILL get embarrassed even after 2 months of posting. i've been doing writing on n off since i was 13, mostly for English class, n i realized tht i enjoyed it a lot as a hobby.

i only realized very recently tht i want 2 share my writing w/ other people n write things 4 them 2 enjoy as well. i wanted 2 seamlessly combine my funny simping for Gepard n my love 4 writing (like how artists draw fanart !)

Late Night R&R was the first full + proper smut reader!piece i hav ever written in my entire life. honestly i was suuuuper embarrassed while writing it (it took me 3 days to get over writing abt "cunnilingus") Leaving my comfort zone and adjusting to it was the hardest part, and the most important.

But after willing myself 2 do it, it became sooo much easier. i still blush a bit when i gotta write smth abt juices squirting but it becomes like an ordinary part of the process 2 me. Now instead of being embarrassed, i find myself literally workshopping "how to write gn!smut" and full on STUDYING mlm smut so tht i can expand my writing capabilities 4 my readers to enjoy (i also love learning)

if writing or reading smut makes u uncomfortable, u shouldn't force urself 2 write it. But if ur fine with reading it, and u just need 2 get over the hurdle of writing it, my best advice would b: just do it !! yes it's embarrassing at first, n u will probably be a tomato while u proofread it (me too), but u will eventually get used 2 it n become comfortable writing it :)

sometimes, the reader perspective makes it hard, bc the you/your POV can mess u up and make it embarrassing too (it did for me at least). u can always write from a 3rd person / different character POV for ur 1st draft n then change those pronouns out for you/your if u want 2 do a reader piece with slightly less embarrassing thoughts

eg. I would write Stelle or Caelus × Gepard b4 editing the piece into a reader!insert for all of MC's parts. Same can go for an OC or any other character u feel like using :) If what u are writing has 2 be gender neutral, keep it in mind for the entire process.

[gepardling]

ok FLUFF REQUEST TIME!! Gepard in a relationship with an actor(ess)!reader. I can imagine him trying his best to see every play and if he doesn't, he'll at least send flowers and whatnot. In regards to the reader, I believe they would understand and knows that he can't go to every single one of their plays. In short, I wanna see cute fluffy relationship scenarios or headcanons with these two on and off of work. Maybe a lil bonus if the two live together :3

on the stage, behind the stage w/ gepard.

desc. : unironically i think u can tell i read oshi no ko b4 writing dis, n im so happy i did bc i feel it gave me a new perspective on dis topic !! i didnt go angsty on it tho bc we need fluff in dis household. i wrote headcanons nd a short lil bonus fic 4 u dis time :) ( wc : 1k )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, gn!reader, reader is part of an acting troupe, just casual relationship things, not proofread

○ Gepard makes it his top priority to see most, if not all, of your shows. There have been many nights where he’s had to cut it close with his frontline duties, showing up just in time to witness the closing act. He always makes sure to bring flowers, your favorite kind, of course, and it’s always a HUGE bunch of them. Bonus points if he grew them himself!

○ There were times when you'd perform consecutive nights in a row, and your house would soon run out of space to keep all the bouquets Gepard delivered. But don’t worry, you would talk to him about it if you move in together. There really is no need for him to spend this much money on you! Yet he always insists, and one way or another, your house will be filled with flowers again.

○ Every one of his soldiers would know if you ever did a musical play because Gepard will not stop humming your solo after he heard it the first time. He also diligently memorizes the lines of your duets after you accidentally sang one together while cooking, and now he can't get enough of singing with you. You both get good practice too! It's a win-win.

○ Naturally, your acting career can be demanding. This makes both you and Gepard busy people who are rarely at home. It only makes those moments you get to spend some private time together all the more special, seeking solace in each other’s embrace as you momentarily escape your responsibilities.

○ Gepard understands how overwhelming your work can be, constantly dealing with other people, their opinions, and expectations of you. That being said, he doesn’t "abuse" his position as captain, per se. He may be a little biased when he’s quick to shut down any negative commentary people make about you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

○ You don’t appreciate it when he hides those opinionated thoughts from you, but he's undeniably looking out for your mental health. Arguably, it’s slightly better this way too, and if you ever feel down or doubt yourself, he provides you with unwavering love and dedication.

○ He ensures you know that he’s not in love with you because of your talents or performance, but because he loves you for who you are. He greatly admires the passion you have and all the hours of hard work you put into acting, one of the many things that draw him to you.

○ Of course, life isn’t always perfect, and there are times when your schedules don’t align. If he has to leave for the frontlines before one of your concerts, he leaves you a letter of encouragement and a big bouquet on your dresser. He tries to see you before he has to leave as often as he can, but if you’re in dress rehearsals or learning a new script, there isn’t much he can do :((

○ On those rare occasions when he misses your performance before coming back home, there will always be a plate of warm food waiting for you, along with flowers or gifts that he personally gives you when you arrive or he picks you up from the theater, whichever comes first. He’s right by your side, listening intently as you recount the performance to him while you remove any remaining stage makeup.

○ This next one is purely food for thought, but if the acting troupe you’re with is relatively small and self-sufficient, Gepard would do his best to take up sewing to help you prepare or fix any costumes for performances. Sure, he breaks a ton of needles, and he’s probably not the best at it, but it’s cute that he tries so hard to lighten your workload while he’s just as busy himself...

You couldn’t help but nervously peak beyond the curtains, possibly the fifth time that night. The lights that shone on the stage glared so bright that everything beyond it seemed to melt into a sea of darkness, the faces of the audience obscured by the void. The final act of the show was about to come to a close, possibly the pinnacle of your acting career, but Gepard was still nowhere to be seen. 

Tonight was the last performance of this play, and Gepard, despite promising to be there for the first show, was still missing. A stagehand tapping on your shoulder brought your mind back from the shadows, and you realized you had been biting your nails unconsciously. With only two more minutes before stepping on stage, you needed to clear your mind for a good performance.

You pushed aside negative thoughts and swallowed your doubts, preparing yourself to step onto the stage. The scene required you to portray relief and joy as the protagonist reunites with their estranged lover after a challenging journey. However, an emptiness lingered in your heart, making it harder to wear the mask.

As the curtains rose, you squinted slightly against the blinding lights. The deafening roar of the audience rang painfully in your ears. Yet, as a professional, you knew you had to play the part. With one last gulp, you forced yourself into character, banishing any wavering nerves from your voice.

Just moments before the climax of the scene, a distant shuffling in the back of the theater caught your attention. Through the haze of darkness, you could vaguely make out the figure of a person who had just arrived. Your heart surged with relief when you realized it was none other than Gepard. His disheveled hair and slightly worn uniform were evidence of his haste.

When his eyes met yours, the light returned to your gaze, and your heart soared. If not for the arrival of your fellow actor on set, you might have forgotten your lines. The timing couldn't have been more perfect, and your genuine excitement upon seeing Gepard seamlessly merged with your character's emotions. You delivered a flawless performance, wrapping up the night with an encore.

You couldn't wait to find Gepard backstage, and you rushed to the lobby, barely out of your costume. The force and speed of your hug nearly threw him off balance, and he had to hold the bouquet at a distance to protect it. You scolded him for making you worry, and he simply nodded apologetically, soothingly rubbing your back. When you finally pulled away, he handed you the bouquet and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I told you I'd be here," he whispered, intertwining his free hand with yours. Gepard always followed through on his promises, no matter what. 

unfortunately the title is the name of a genshin quest (lol !!) never quite felt a piece come 2 me as easy as dis 1. absolutely in love w/ the request !! the dark part of my mind kept screaming "what if geppie doesn't arrive" but of course he would !!! he wouldn't miss it 4 the world...

[gepardling]

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

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

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

happy anniversary w/ gepard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gepardling]

How about top!Gepard? Now, now I know he seems more like a bottom but sometimes the most quiet are the most freaky (okay, maybe he isn't this freaky). Perpahs a service top? That would do anything to bring pleasure to his love? Yeah I could see this. I do believe though that he has so much pent up energy that sometimes he goes out of or track and he is so drunk in the pleasure that he ends up apologizing after in fear that he caused harm to his love. Yeah I can kind of see this. (Love your writing by the way <3)

de-stressing w/ gepard.

desc. : in hindsight , i got so lost in the "pent up energy" and "off track" aspect that i hyperfixated on those. like geppie-becoming-a-different-person-during-sex possessed me and my hand was forced... ( wc : 1k )

tags / cw : nsfw, afab!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns used), cunnilingus, crying :((, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), top!gepard and bottom!reader, praise, reader is basically a ragdoll (u don't do much), aftercare, overstimulation

Everyone has their dark secrets, even if they’re not yet aware of it themselves, and Captain Gepard was no exception. Though he appeared innocent and sweet on the surface, beneath his gentle facade, a beast thrived amidst his stress and pent-up frustrations. He did a pretty good job at hiding it though, but sometimes he could get a little… Unhinged. Gepard didn’t really have any “healthy” outlets to rid himself of all this bottled energy, either. 

That's when he turned to you, his loving partner, who bore the weight of it all. Gepard's way of unwinding after a stressful day involved seeking solace in you, indulging himself without restraint. He gave and gave until your senses blurred and clarity faded. Once he began, he found it hard to stop, driven by the allure of your soft, inviting body.

His pleasure found its home between your legs, and he pursued it relentlessly until he was satisfied with your release. It seemed selfish, but he would claim it was all for your pleasure, leaving you spent and overwhelmed while he's still fully dressed and composed. It was nothing short of unfair, yet resisting the relentless force that lurked deep within Gepard was futile. The irony was that he himself remained oblivious to this fact.

Tonight was no different, having returned home late from another stressful frontline expedition. Gepard wasted no time in getting you on the bed, head nestled between your thighs as his tongue worked diligently on your hole. He doesn’t let up, and the feeling of your heels digging into his back only sends him further into your dripping core. He pulls orgasm after orgasm from your weary body, saturating the sheets with your release.

When his mouth finally releases its grip on your abused sex, the clinking of his belt fills the room, and before you can react he’s plunging his hardened member into you. In moments like these, your once-sweet Gepard fades away, and he’s replaced by a voracious beast that chases your pleasure over and over. The warmth of his gaze is replaced by something darker, an insatiable hunger that only you could sate.

He’s too drunk in the warmth of your cunt and the way you keep sucking him in to realize he has to stop eventually. He also doesn’t remember when you started pleading with him to slow down, too focused on the fiery sensation of your nails scratching down his back. His eyes are shut tight as he thrusts deeper, harder. All you can do is let him take what he wants, allowing him to consume you until his pent-up stress is exhausted. 

The overstimulation burns, and your face is a wet, sobbing and drooling mess. Your throat is too sore to keep up with the waves of pleasure he’s forcing down on you. At one point, his hand travels down to your thigh, pushing it up over his shoulder to grind deeper into you. Fresh tears grace your reddened cheeks when the stretch becomes too much, but Gepard’s oblivious to the way you claw at his arm, eyes fixated on the delicate strings of arousal that tie you two together with each thrust of his hips. 

It’s not like he himself hasn’t cum yet, he’s on his fourth or fifth by now. Yet he continued to draw the sweet honey from your core, his pretty cock decorated with a creamy ring, all because of you. Gepard’s low grunts in your ear are nothing short of carnal, singing praises of how good you’re being for him, how well you take him. His lips trail down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks and bites little marks wherever he could reach first. 

Your mind swims with pleasure and praise, thoughts hazy and blurred. Gepard’s dick is the only thing you can think of, and rightfully so. But luckily your job is easy enough. You just have to lay there and look pretty, let him have his way and assure him he’s doing a good job. Any previous pain has long since been numbed, and you’re too drunk on the pleasure to care anyways... 

Gepard gives you everything he has, desperate to empty his heavy balls deep into your awaiting cunt. Eventually, he reaches his final climax, burying himself deep into your core, his face pressed into your neck. Desperate pleas of your name escape his lips as he ruts into you, riding out his high. His warmth engulfs you from within, and by now you’re so spent that you could fall asleep then and there.

But as his afterglow fades and his senses return to him, Gepard pulls his softened cock from your wet folds, only to witness the state he’d left you in. Little bruises littered your body, small imprints on your thighs and waist where his grip had been a little too tight. He’s overcome with an intense guilt, like someone who’d broken their mother’s favorite porcelain doll. It was as if the beast from earlier had vanished, and he’s back to his old gentle self in a heartbeat. 

Gepard loves and respects you too much to intentionally cause you harm. He can't stand the idea of letting you down or hurting you. So, when it does happen, especially during your vulnerable moments, he feels like a ton of bricks crash down on him. There's a sense of panicked fear in his tone as he meticulously checks you over, ensuring that he didn't inflict too much pain during his little... Session.

Apologies pour from his lips, and despite your reassurance that it was fine (and likely some of the best sex you’d ever had) it did little to soothe the overwhelming guilt he faced. He immediately prepared a hot bath for you, gently cleaning you up with a damp cloth and placing tender kisses on any marks he may have left. He even takes great care to massage any stiff muscles you might have, gracing them with apologetic kisses. 

After all, he loved you far too much to let his inner beast overshadow the tender affection he held for you.

i am currently undergoing oshi no ko brainrot so im srry if dis was written wit half a brain bc omg. oshi no ko. but do not fret !! i went 2 the extreme length of rewriting dis whole piece n hour b4 posting it JUST BC i didn't want 2 release smth i wasn't happy wit ♥︎ all 4 u loves

[gepardling]

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 w/ gepard.

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.

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.

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. 

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...

[gepardling]

important PSA !

requests 🦋 will now b open !!! exciting news tht im happy 2 drop :)

i feel comfortable writing 4 geppie now + im gonna b on a month break from uni, which meaaaannssss time 2 write !

any1 is welcome 2 submit any requests, as of rn i'll only b writing for geppie since im most familiar wit him ♥︎ in future im thinking jing yuan and/or sampo but we'll cross dat bridge when we get there !

u may request fluff, smut, prompts, thirsts, anything at all ! but pls note tht i value quality over quantity when it comes 2 posting my work, n i will still try my best to stick to a regular upload schedule :)

[gepardling]

market day w/ gepard.

desc. : Something small that someone suggested i write. Going to a market day with your loverboy gepard :) (wc : 600 )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, doing shopping with geppie !! not proofread

○ It’s a market day !!

○ And you’re going with Gepard !!!!

○ Waaayyy more exciting than your usual grocery shopping, okay? I mean, Geppie can’t usually join you on those trips because he’s working when u have to buy stuff :(( but it’s okay, he always leaves you a list of things to buy and some money if he doesn’t get to see you beforehand 

○ This particular market day is special, hosted in celebration of the end of the stellaron crisis on Jarilo-VI. Many of the soldiers could actually return home to their families for a quick reprieve

○ Gepard gets the day off to partake in the festivities, which is absolutely HUGE given how he's normally busy and you don't get to spend much time together outside of home… Naturally, your face immediately lights up at the news that he's joining you ♥︎

○ The market is quite different from something you’d expect of Belobog. There’s a million different colors and scents lingering about the air, and the chatter of visitors bustling around is much livelier than usual.

○ You spend the day dragging Gepard around by his arm, visiting every stall and trying almost ALL the food available. Your lover merely let you tug him about as you please, he was content just watching the way your expression changed from mild curiosity to morbid surprise when you tried a dish that was a little too sour for your liking ♥︎ 

○ He might be a little too generous as well (Captain’s salary?) and almost ends up buying you one of everything that you lay your eyes upon. Though he did practice some self-restraint, urging that you “really don’t need it” when you brought him to the 15th perfume stall there.

○ You also have a habit of making him smell soaps with you, trying to discern which fragrance is superior before you end up taking all of them anyway.

○ After you parade him around for a while, Gepard starts to emerge from his shell and takes you to see things that catch his fancy too. He spends a lot of time around the botanist, in particular, as well as various candle merchants and fresh produce stalls. 

○ Listen – I'd like to think that Gepard is fond of candles. You know, lighting a few up at the end of a long day, just relaxing in their gentle glow. I don't think it's something he'd be vocal about, and it's definitely a habit he learned from someone else. But it's cute nonetheless :(( ♥︎ Bonus if the candles are scented

○ You probably end up leaving the market with too much to carry – soaps, perfume, house plants, candles, food… While the day was fun, seeing how you overspent makes you wonder how you're gonna make space for all these new things in your home :((

○ But it doesn't matter !! Geppie always makes a plan. And to be honest, this market was super beneficial for the both of you (maybe more practical for him than for you, seeing as he actually bought groceries too)

○ He ends up carrying almost all the goods too, cuz he insists he’ll hold it so you don’t have to :(( He’s such a gentleman, almost to a fault... the most you can do is fret over him but even then he denies your help... so stubborn !!

○ One bad placement almost sends the pile of parcels to the ground ! But luckily Gepard is quick on his feet and manages to prevent anything from dropping.

○ His face is burning at the slight blunder but at least he lets you carry some of the stuff now to help him out ♥︎ when you two get home it's an absolute relief that everything is still in one piece

u guys know those craft markets,,, yeah,,,,, i had 2 thumbsuck sum reason for there 2 b one but u know what !! i can do what i want. market day.

[gepardling]

I'm in love with your blog,your writing is amazing!

Since HSR's launch, I can't help but think any other thing than Gepard and your posts really make me sooo happy ❤️

Thank you for writing amazing stuffs :) I don't know if your exam week has finished or not but I am praying for them to be high grades in the end. Have a nice day, bye 👋

aaaahh ty ty ty ♥︎ !! writing has always been a bit of a side-hobby 2 me, im a v left-brained bby so having creative hobbies is super de-stressing 2 me (n i get right-brain exercise !!)

geppie has been living in my mind rent-free, to the point where im thinking of charging him >:(( criminal offensive side-eye

my exams r over now and i ended it off wit a shot of rum (it burnt my throat, dun do it) !! i too am hoping for high grades, but they all went super well so im hopeful ♥︎ :))

[gepardling]

the universe is taunting me... (im still gepard-less)

but at least this light cone art is hot ♥︎

[gepardling]

captain's mercy w/ gepard.

desc. : I needed a day to cleanse myself after writing this. Gepard takes a step out of his comfort zone, but he kind of enjoys exerting some authority over you... (wc : 2k)

tags / cw : nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, overstimulation, crying :((, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), power play (?) kind of, gepard has you entirely at his mercy (willingly), one (1) spank, choking (not really, but worth the tag)

Spontaneity was never Gepard's strong point, and he was almost painfully aware of it. When he knew something was meant to happen, he needed to have utmost control over the situation. He needed to plan it out in his head ahead of time, laying out every single possibility and its outcome so that he could decide how he would handle the situation. But when Gepard was stripped of this control, he couldn't tell left from right or up from down, and everything in his mind became one jumbled, pretty kettle of fish. So, of course, he becomes a flustered, stammering mess when you confront him in the bedroom, saying that you didn't want things to proceed as they usually do. 

You were seated above him, holding both of his hands down by the wrists. There was a mischievous glint to your eyes that Gepard didn’t like one bit. He trusted you, but sometimes your antics could be… Concerning, to say the least. He felt a lump rise in his throat involuntarily, before he willed himself to gulp it down. Just the way you were staring at him alone was making his face light up in bright red. 

“I think that,” you finally began, breaking the tense silence that clung to the air like a vice. “You…” tantalizingly slow, you trail one of your nails up his chest, eyes following the motion before coming to rest on his lips, “Should treat me a little rougher tonight.”

Gepard’s eyes widened momentarily, flickering nervously around the room. “What do you mean by that?” he asks, attempting to mask the way his voice shakes with a quick cough. Though it’s hard to deny how he feels when he’s more than sure you can feel the way his veins pulse under his skin.

A gentle smile graced your lips, momentarily breaking your facade. “I don’t want you to be gentle tonight, Geppie,” you speak softly, but Gepard heard your voice loud and clear. Almost too loud, in fact, wincing the moment those words left your lips. You can’t help but let a small giggle slip at his jumpiness. He could be so cute sometimes, especially in vulnerable moments like these.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He asks, apprehension laced in his voice. For the first time, he was able to make proper eye contact with you, and you were certain you saw a glint of endearment in those sapphire eyes of his. 

You laid your head down on his chest, drawing small circles into his side with your fingertips. Your touch was enough to ignite thousands of tiny fires underneath his skin. “I need you to have your way with me,” you reply, laughing softly at the way his heartbeat sped up at your little request. “Treat me like one of your soldiers, Gepard.” 

Oh, okay then. There goes the last bit of control he thought he had over the situation.

“How do you want me to do that?”

“You know exactly how.” Your reply was sudden, without missing a beat. You sat upright once more before slipping off of him, taking your place to his side. His gaze followed your every move tentatively, watching you like a hawk. But all you did in return was smile up at him innocently, waiting for him to make the next move. “Well?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone, “You’re not just going to take my insubordination, are you?”

Insubordination… Well that was one way to put it. Slowly, Gepard shifted his weight, moving himself over you. Your head was caged between his arms as he looked down at you, studying your face for a hint of emotion, anything. But the moment he decided it was safe to move his head down to kiss you, you simply rolled over onto your tummy. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, lips pressed hotly to the shell of your ear. Every syllable sends a shiver down your spine, and there’s a certain heaviness to his tone that you can’t quite describe. The way his breath fanned the side of your face is enough to spark that little fire of desire in your core. When you simply refused to answer, instead closing your eyes and feigning sleep, Gepard could feel one of the many threads of his patience snap. Of all the places to feel like he’s doing his job, it had to be the bedroom. 

“I think I asked you a question,” he persisted, tone tinged with exasperation. Though his voice was steady, there was still a slight shake in the way his hand trailed down your lower back. It came to rest on your backside, unmoving but firm. When he pulled back, you braced yourself for the impact that never came and Gepard took notice of the way your shoulders tensed. He was never planning on hitting you in the first place, but when he turned his attention to your now-glistening cunt, he figured he knew why you reacted the way you did. 

The puzzle pieces are slowly beginning to fit together in his mind, and he starts to understand what it really is that you want him to do. He’d be damned if he didn’t try his best to deliver on your wishes, but the territory was a bit foreign to him. With a vice-like grip on your hips, he dragged them upwards and angled them down, leaving you ass up, face down on the mattress. You kept your lips pursed, waiting to see where he was going with this. 

Slowly, he pressed a palm flat against your cunt before gently trailing his fingers up and down your folds. One of them reached forwards, rubbing soft circles around your clit. Instinctively, you bucked your hips back against his hand, wanting to feel more of his touch. But Gepard pulled back instantly at your impatience, leaving you to whine weakly in protest. 

Gepard put his other hand back on your hip, tight grip holding you in place. His hand returned to your folds, slipping two fingers into your sopping cunt. You hissed at the intrusion, his cold fingers prodding around your walls in search of that one spot. When he pressed against it tentatively, your gentle sigh was telltale enough for him to continue. Gepard’s hand got to work, the rough pads of his fingers massaging your walls with every thrust. 

He quickly worked you up to your pleasure point, and soon the feeling became too much to bear. Your release coated his wrist in a sticky mess as he continues to work you open, fingers scissoring your walls with no sign of stopping. The air is filled with the melodic squelching of your cunt against his palm and your breathy squeals of pleasure, a tune that plays in sweet harmony in his mind. But he doesn’t stop at one orgasm, no, he keeps going. 

Two, three, four, you’ve lost count at this point. Your hand would’ve cramped up long ago, but Gepard’s stamina was seemingly unmatched. “P-Please,” Your voice breaks his concentration, a weak protest falling on his ears, “No more, please…” But your pleading is futile, and Gepard leaned over you to speak in your ear once more. 

“You told me to have my way with you,” He spoke, tone low and daring. “Good soldiers follow orders, isn’t that what you wanted?” It made the breath hitch in your throat as you meekly hid your face in the pillow, a vain attempt at escaping his calculating gaze. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried and failed to escape his hold. The weakness of your knees made you sob pathetically, and it felt like your body was betraying your every whim to escape the overwhelming feeling. 

“Too much,” you croaked, fighting back the tears that continued to well up in your eyes. You didn’t think that Gepard could be so relentless, especially after he seemed so hesitant to indulge your desires. Yet he persisted, ignoring your plea for mercy. In a final show of defiance, you pulled yourself from his grip, laying your tummy flat on the bed. Your cunt continued to throb with overstimulation, but the cramp in your knees was immediately soothed. Gepard, however, wasn’t too impressed with your disobedience. 

Though it wasn’t that hard, the sudden impact on your ass had you jolt, jittery veins of pleasure surging towards your core. “Seeing as you can’t take what’s given to you,” Gepard’s voice was cold, almost uncharacteristic of your normally-gentle lover. “You leave me no choice but to exert authority.” The clinking of his belt made your head perk up with a mix of apprehension and excitement before he pressed his hardness to your hot core. 

He put his hands on your hips, slowly dragging them back up from where they rest on the bed, before plunging his cock deep into your cunt. At this point, your mind was swimming with pleasure, choosing to embrace the way your cunt greedily sucked in his cock rather than fight against the stimulation. The first thrust made your head spin, but his pace remained slow, and you needed him deeper. "Captain," you called out airily, tilting your head back to look at him, "You can do better than that..."

The final thread of his patience snapped, and Gepard was just about done with your antics. He turned your head back to the front, before pushing it down to the pillow. "You're only to speak when spoken to," he bites back, shoving his cock deeper into your core. You could only whine pathetically at the way he stretched you open, adopting a much rougher pace. His hand trailed from your head towards your arm, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against your back.

He used his grip on your arm as leverage to piston his length in and out of your slippery cunt. The force he used made you keen, breathy gasps of pleasure mixing with the wet, vulgar sound of skin on skin. Gepard’s eyes were trained intently on the spot you two were connected, not paying much mind to the way you squirm in pleasure. When you did manage to catch his eye with a small cry of his name, he was quick to silence your pleas with a kiss, using his free hand to tilt your face towards his. 

His hand traveled down your face to rest on your neck, not pressing into the skin but rather reminding you of its presence. The feeling sent a flurry of pleasure straight to your core, causing your walls to flutter around him. He sucked in a breath, teetering close to the edge himself. The hand that wasn’t rested on your neck trailed down to your clit, rubbing fast circles around the swollen bud. The extra stimulation was all you needed to throw your body over the edge, mind tumbling into a sea of bliss. 

The spasming of your core helped Gepard reach his own high, burying himself as deep as he could before releasing his hot load. Your cunt milked him for all that he’s worth, waves of euphoria engulfing your body until all your senses went numb. Gepard helped you ride out your high, his gentle kisses to your back in stark contrast to the way he handled you earlier.

“How was that?” Gepard huffed, collapsing next to you on the soft mattress. One of his hands caressed the side of your face, gently pushing your tousled locks to the side. 

You could barely form any thoughts in your post-orgasmic haze, it was a miracle that Gepard himself still seemed composed. “Amazing…” you sighed breathily, closing your eyes to melt into his touch. “You should do that more often.” 

Gepard’s face flushed a deep red at your confession. He hadn’t gone too overboard, had he? But you seemed far too tired to discuss that right now, so maybe it would be best if he let you rest for now. After all, he was sure he’d properly overworked you this time. As you peacefully drifted off to sleep, he tenderly cleaned you up with a damp cloth before joining you in bed. He may have had his way, but his priority was always your well-being.

attempting to will the horny back into my body after retiring for 2 weeks to write my Rimworld vampire god vessel cinematic universe lore. I had to put my whole milkussy into this...

[gepardling]

curtain call w/ gepard.

desc. : As someone who does ballet as a hobby, meeting a cute guy after a concert is definitely something i dream about... (wc : 757)

tags / cw : sfw, gn!reader, reader is a ballet dancer, some light banter, just fluff

Gepard wouldn't necessarily consider himself a theater enthusiast.

I mean, let’s be honest, he was normally swamped with work. If he did have a gap in his schedule then he'd rather go do something else. Theater didn’t exactly scream “relaxation” to him. However, Serval approached him with a request. She and Pela had planned to attend a performance tonight, but Pela had to cancel last minute because of work-related matters :((

So now it falls on Gepard to make his sister happy. The last thing he wanted was another lecture on how everyone left poor lonely Serval to entertain herself. And as everyone knew, that only led to a chainsaw-powered contraption bursting through the window at Qlipoth Fort.

Anyway, Gepard met Serval at the workshop before they headed off to the theater together. Apparently, one of her friends was performing, and she wanted to show her support. He noticed the ticket indicated a performance of Giselle, a ballet concert. 

He'd never chalked Serval up as someone who would enjoy ballet, but there's a first time for everything, I guess. 

Once they were seated and the performance began, Gepard felt a bit out of place. Maybe he wasn't poetic enough to understand the plot, as he found himself losing track of it. So he just ended up watching the dance, not paying much attention to the story. He figured he'd ask Serval about it later :((

While observing the dancers, one in particular caught his eye. Their graceful movements masked the power and precision behind them, each step executed with meticulous calculation. You seemed to outshine everyone else, commanding admiration with your mere presence.

In reality, you were simply in sync with the rest of the dancers. There was nothing inherently extraordinary about your performance, but Gepard's mind perceived it as such. Everything else faded into the background, whether consciously or unconsciously, he couldn’t tell.

When your part ended and you left the stage, a longing echoed within Gepard’s chest. He hadn’t been fully aware of what was happening until he saw you again, and the sight of you evoked a surge of butterflies in his stomach. Thankfully, Serval was too enamored by the performance to notice Gepard’s gawking. 

As the performance concluded and the encore wrapped up, Serval mentioned wanting to go congratulate her friend in the orchestra. Gepard had anticipated her friend to be a dancer... But that’s besides the point, he agreed to go with her and the two ventured down to the backstage area.

The bustling backstage was filled with performers, crew members and the lingering energy of the performance. Dancers were being showered with gifts and flowers from their loved ones who had come to witness their talent. Gepard kept his eyes peeled, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

Amidst the sea of people, he spotted you. You stood in a corner, conversing with a group of fellow performers. And conveniently enough, it seemed to be the same group of people that Serval was approaching. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

When Serval and her friend started chatting, you seemed much more reserved, observing the group from the sidelines. Gepard gathered his courage to approach you, it was now or never. 

He complimented your performance, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Your face lit up at the unexpected praise as you thanked him, a hint of bashfulness coloring your words. The warmth of his smile and the faint blush on his cheeks made you feel at ease.

After exchanging names, you engaged in a conversation, curious about his thoughts on the performance and storyline. Poor boy told you he didn’t really understand the plot, but he really enjoyed the dances for what they were :(( But it’s okay, you assured him. You could tell him all about the plot if he was interested. 

Of course he agrees, and the two of you plan a coffee date for the following day. You found it cute that he struggled to hide his eagerness, but you decided not to poke fun at him for it. After all, you could save all of that for tomorrow ♥︎

As Gepard walked back home with Serval, she could tell he was absolutely on cloud nine. It wasn’t hard to notice his radiant smile, particularly during your private conversation to the side.

“I hope next time you actually pay attention to the plot, and not just the pretty dancer,” she chuckled, and Gepard nearly passed out from embarrassment. Of course, Serval was perceptive enough to have noticed that…

ookayayayaay do not be surprised if 1 day this returns as a long piece bc i am in love wit dis concept ty ♥︎♥︎

[gepardling]

late bloomer II w/ gepard.

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

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

index : part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gepardling]

next upload will b a lil late cuz i decided 2 write p2 for late bloomer :) (p1 🦋) was gonna hav it out by tn but not done yet o.o

hav a big(ger) exam tmrw n since late bloomer is longer piece it's taking me a min 2 finish it ♥︎ but will continue writing after the exam (on 30/05) and hopefully upload by midnight (31/05) ! its very fun 2 write bc gepard jus like me fr...

i hav sum other ideas in my drafts (another nsfw work and a sfw work tht's ballet themed hehe) which will also b released in due time. stay tuned !