ᕱ⑅ᕱ ۪ ۫ 〜 ꒰ gepard landau x f!reader. nsfw — mdni . . . established relationship / public sex ( in an empty corridor ) / reader is clingy n' needy n' also a bit of a tease :3 / u call him ‘captain’ / he calls u ‘angel’ + ‘sweetheart’ / finger suckin’ ♡ / quickies / unprotected sex / creampies / read to da end for a silly littl surprise ^_< ꒰ྀི 1.8k wc
𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . geppie ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა dis is honestly jus’ vv self-indulgent oopsie . . it is also ! my first honkai piece eeee @ . @ i hope u enjoy :3 as always , feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate C: okiz baiii-!
gepard tastes strawberries and cream on your tongue as you pull him into an empty corridor at qlipoth fort, smells sunshine on your neck as you giggle in between cheeky kisses laid over his lips, his forehead, his jaw.
“hey, hey… someone’s going to catch us.” he chides you gently but to no avail, because when you whisper over his cheeks that you don’t care if someone sees, and that you just missed him so much, and that you might die if you went another hour without him, he can’t fight the shy laugh that bubbles in his throat, nor the pretty shade of pink that dusts his ears.
and that pink spreads to his cheeks, down his neck; it turns a deeper shade of rouge when you lean your weight on him and fist at the fur of his collar, breathe soft little noises into his mouth for him to steal and make a home of in his heart. “gepard…”
you sigh his name like that— with that delicate lilt to your voice— it sounds a bit like a dream to him, and he knows it all too well; knows it from all the late nights your toes curl and tap over his broad shoulders, from all the early mornings his fingers and lips have spent pulling honey from in between your legs.
it’s a noise so sweet, so pretty; he thinks himself to be a sinner with how something so innocent and angelic makes his blood run hot and cock throb with need.
“yes?” exasperation laces his words and the stifled groans that follow when you kiss along the heavy vein of his neck, press your clothed pussy into his sinewy thigh and find his cock already half-hard, twitching and leaking pre from the love you slather over him. he’s inhaling through his teeth when you can only bring yourself to whine in response to his question, tug weakly at the zipper of his slacks; and before you do anything else to weaken his heart, he mumbles into your hair, breath thick with a burning desire that he tries to shove back down his throat, “not now, angel— c-christ, i’m still on duty…”
a set of metal-plated fingers wrap around your hips, squeeze gently in a silent beg when you stumble back into the wall and curl your fingers into his coat almost woefully, tugging him towards you as best you can to feel more of his warmth. “n-no! no— promise it’ll be quick, please, need you so bad…”
and against his will, gepard finds himself twisting like a sunflower at the sound of your voice— pitchy and petulant little pleas travelling straight to his cock, to the twitch of his fingers as they dig just a tad more forcefully into your flesh. “sweetheart…” your lover inhales sharply, squeezes his eyes shut to keep from looking into your own; for if he does, he’s afraid he just might give in to your salacious whims. “my guards will notice i’m missing.”
“even if they do, no one can question you about it, right, captain?” you whisper over his lips, squeeze your legs a little tighter around his thigh in an attempt to gain more friction where you need it the most.
“you… you never play fair, do you…” a chill flits down his spine at the name you call him and his head falls forwards to bump against your own, brain clouded with lust and a certain dizziness that makes him feel as though he might faint.
“pretty please… ‘m already so wet for you, just look,” he follows your gaze to where his thigh has been pressed up against the hot apex of your legs, and the sight of your slick staining the crotch of your panties and white of his pants has him releasing a shaky exhale.
he’s losing his war against the sun.
because the captain of the silvermane guards is famously uncompromising, stubborn, loyal to his job and perhaps to a fault, yet, when you look like this— dusk falling overhead through the stained glass to cast a halo over your head and make visible the hearts in your eyes, when you look as stunning as you do with the sun glowing from your chest, gepard feels like his bones are being seared, his muscles burnt into dust by the heat you envelop him in.
“god, you’re gonna kill me…”
even so, he doesn’t think he minds dying at your hands when it’s like this. he’s admitting defeat before he even realizes it; with your fingers tugging at the blonde that curls around his ears as he hikes up the skirt of your dress with one arm and hooks the back of your knee over the inside of his elbow with the other. and then you’re sighing— all dreamy and blissed out when he hastily pulls his cock out from his slacks and taps his throbbing head over your clit before gliding his length along your soaking folds.
it’s too slow— how he inches into you, pushing his hips back and forth once, twice, three times until your pussy swallows as much of his cock as it can, until the sharpness of his hipbones rubs against your own. and it’s so wrong, so lewd— the position he has you in, his entire body weight caging you against the wall, broad shoulders hiding you from view should any passersby turn the corner and be met with a sight so incredibly… debauch.
you paw desperately at the breastplate of his armour as he fills you up, your tight ring of muscle stretched to accommodate his girth, and no matter how long he takes to prep you, no matter how wet you are, there’s always that initial dull ache that rips through your groin when he pushes into you. it has you lurching into his chest, little sobs of ’s so big, ’s too much pressing hot on his ear.
and, oh, gepard is just so sweet, cradling the back of your head to keep it from hitting the wall as he shushes you softly, “shh, it’s okay, you’re okay— y-you gotta be quiet.” his gentle nature only makes you keen further, makes your legs tremble in his hold and your voice crack from how pitchy your whines get; he’s left with one last option to prevent the two of you from getting caught.
before he can let another sound rip from your throat, he’s tearing off his glove with his teeth, grinding his molars against the worn leather as he pushes two of his fingers past your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue to silence you as best he can.
his assertiveness makes your mind fog up with submission— it has your toes curling at the low baritone of his voice as it drills breathy groans into your ear, your heart feeling the reverberations of the growl bubbling deep in his chest— because, fuck, when you lick and suck at his fingers like that, it shreds away all the remaining patience he has, wears it thin until there’s just one thread left.
“b-baby, you’re all the way in here…” pulling off his digits with a little pop, you whisper through slurred words and bring a palm to your navel, his own hand following suit. he presses down lightly, enough to have you gasping from a blossom of pleasure, enough to have your gummy walls oozing slick around him and clamp down tightly to suck his length in even deeper. he’s so deep— you swear he’s in your womb, and just imagining his cock nestled there, throbbing and leaking hot cum to mark you with a proclamation of his love makes the blood boil blue in your chest, course through your limbs and to the aching twitch of your fingers. “feel you in my tummy, gepard.”
“o-oh, god…”
and that’s when the last thread snaps.
gepard doesn’t think there’s anything else in this universe that makes him lose sight of his cool like you do, because as soon as you’re saying those words in that sinfully sweet voice of yours, he’s given up on letting your little cunt adjust to his size. instead, he’s panting and groaning and fucking up into you without warning— hips ruthless enough in their thrusts to lift your tippy toes off the ground, leaky head of his cock grinding into the spongy patch of tissue that has you wailing out and hiccuping over your cries. "g-gepard!"
it’s almost feral, the way he silences you with his kisses, dipping his tongue into your mouth to explore the sweet concavities, a growl ripping from his throat with each draw of his hips as he grinds into the most sensitive pleasure points lining your wall and rolls his crotch into your neglected clit— his ministrations coax pretty noise after pretty noise from you that he swallows with his own, drawing them down deep into his heart.
when you begin to hiccup on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes glaze over with honey, gepard realizes he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace; the words tumble out of your pouty lips before you have a chance to think them through— all slurred and lilted like a sweet dance— because you’re drunk on his cock, and terribly in love with him, and all that. “you’re gonna make me cum.”
you drawl out shakily as he continues to rut up into you, make a mess of your pussy as lewd slapslapslap’s ring through the empty corridor. and when you moan over his mouth and chase after his lips, gently tugging on them and whining a little k-kiss me, gepard, wanna kiss you when i cum, it’s too much.
it’s so much, because it’s only been a short while but the dreamy look in your half-lidded gaze and your pitchy voice send a glow of mind-numbing pleasure through his entire body, down from his chest all the way to his cock— and just like that, he’s cumming alongside you— thrusts sloppy and jerky before he plunges into your completely. spurt after spurt of creamy white ribbon fills your womb, flushing your limbs full of a tingling warmth only he can give you.
your cunt spills his thick seed; it oozes down all sides of his cock, down his balls and to the floor, and in your hazy comedown, your light panting breaks off into a lovely little peal of giggles. “you came s’much… ’s all for me, mhm?”
“mhm… all for my pretty girl,” the sweet sounds you make endear your lover all the more to you; it’s evident by how he smiles tiredly into your hair, sucks in his cheeks in a failed attempt to keep from blushing so much, straightens the bows in your now mussed ponytails, rubs his nose sappily over yours— one way and then the other.
your post-coital bliss ends far quicker than either you want it to, for the clang of metal hitting cobblestone and a disgusted gasp from the eldest landau has your eyes going wide, gepard’s face flushing a deep berry as he stutters over his words and tries to reason.
Even their little inconveniences were somehow entertaining. Like the battery pack of one of their guitars just stopped working and they handed it so well.
Me and a good friend of mine went and it was really sweet and cute, the whole thing. We got the tour shirts, a tote bag, and a bucket hat at the end right before they sold out 💕💕 I got the hat and she got the bag
We ended up being in the first three rows so the views were pretty good. Kinda hard to come by with my vertically challenged ass 💀 I got a really good view of Dojoon and Woosung tho. I could barely see Hajoon in the back of the stage tho, ahhjdjdjdjdj 🤡 Idk if anyone even had a clear view of him until the end when they came back on stage after the main part of the concert ended.
Additional notes: I felt like making a mood board and your post gave me and idea, Alyx :) It’s not my best work but I hope it’s alr for you! It’s a bunch of stuff that give me you vibes.
Childe x reader please 💕 maybe about the both of you coming home from work all stressed sweaty, just ready to melt into each other’s arms and decompress in one another. Just some ushy-gushy sweet romance ig :))
My tag is @scream-bag btw
~Tiredness and Love~
Characters: Childe x Gn!reader
Warnings: a bit of smut and cursing but with fluff in the end!!<33
it went all to shit
first his coworkers didn't listen to his instructions and what made his mission more frustrating is that he failed it and his coworkers blamed it on him and he couldn't k¡ll them because the tsarita would would be disappointed in him and after he returned to his office he saw how much paperwork he had to finish and send more servants to help clean the shit that his coworkers did but there weren't any servants available and he had to do all that shit for hours! he now misses his s/o :((
childe returns home just to find his s/o sleeping in their shared bed but the problem is he was frustrated and horribly horny :((
and he didn't want to wake his s/o just to fuck them!! he goes under the covers just then to checked on your stomach then put his hands on it to feel the way your stomach goes up and down but he somehow gets Horner!! without any hesitation his hands traveled down into his boxers and started jerking off his fat cock then covering his mouth to not wake you up!! he started fantasizing about you and your perfect body and how much he loves you! And then he came in his boxers he sighed over the miss and was about to clean up himself until-
"ajax?" he was terrified "Y/N?? I thought you were sleeping!" "Where were you?? And what are you doing with your hands and..... what is this smell..?"
his face was red! Maybe even more red then diluc's hair! but he knew better then to lie so he spoke
"i-i got horny....and i didn't want to wake you up...sorry..."
your face was red but so was his!! nevertheless you said
" ugh..next time tell me to help okay? now let's get you cleaned up.." "alright babe..."
he stared as he watched you prepare the bath for him and he just feel over heels for you again!!♡♡
ah young love...and that's the end!! ty for reading >♡< Follow for more fics fics!! \(♡○♡)/
Hello! So i just noticed that yku write for Anko and Kurenai, and Im super excited about that! Do you also write for Mei Terumi?
I could try! But I’m not sure how to write her so it might take a bit for me to write a few drafts and get a feel for her. So for that reason; my post might come out a bit slower/later than most :)
Hello, I hope that you're doing well! If its alright, may I please request a oneshot with Kurenai and female reader? Where Kurenai and Reader have been dating for a while, but it seems like Asuma didn't get the memo and persists in trying to get a date from Kurenai despite the constent rejections and everyone telling him to give up. Until reader has enough and decides to pick up Kurenai bridal style and run off but not before glaring and yelling out to Asuma that Kurenai is hers.
Thank you so much for the quest anon! I hope you like this :) I’m a bit rusty, so forgive me on that
Won’t Asuma just piss off already???
The little voice in your head was done, DONE, with the density of your fellow Jounin. You were really just ready to shove a shuriken down his throat, as long as it meant that he’d shut the hell up. As much as you cared about your friend; you honestly just had enough of the sheer obliviousness that he managed to have. Kurenai had been clear that she was not interested in dating him and that she was interested in “someone else”. Though you two were not officially a couple to the public, word had spread about the two of you after Kotetsu and Izumo had come across you and your girlfriend on what was clearly a date. Everyone knew about it at this point, or as it seemed, everyone but Asuma.
Bro really didn’t get the memo…
Kakashi was the third to catch on. Of course, he was; with his superhuman sense and judgment, he could tell that you were more than just “friends” and that it was not just a rumor. He tried his best to get Asuma to lay off whilst trying to be discrete. Being the romance snob that he was, he didn’t wan’t Asuma messing with his ship. No one tries to sink Kakashi’s ships. You were glad that he was trying to help whilst respecting the privacy of your relationship. Gai quickly caught on as well. “Move on, Asuma! You’ll find true love elsewhere, my youthful colleague!” The green onesie-clad shinobi had told the Sarutobi.
You know what? Kurenai and I have had enough
Up from the top of Hokage Mountain, you spied your ever-beautiful girlfriend looking a bit troubled in the presence of Asuma. You let out a sigh and ran on down to see if she needed any help. Recently, the two of you had talked and decided that it was finally time to come out and allow their relationship to be public. With that thought in your head, you grinned and knew just what to do.
“Hey, Babe!” You called out to Kurenai, “I’ve been looking for you! How’s your day been?” You asked her, not even sparing Asuma any attention or acknowledging his presence. Immediately his jaw dropped. “Babe?” He asked, clearly confused. Kurenai flashed you a look of confusion but then quickly caught on. “Exactly, Asuma,” She grinned, pressing a kiss onto your lips. Both of you were bright red as Asuma just stood there, dumbstruck. You grinned as Kurenai jumped up into your arms, “She’s mine, Asuma!” You cackled, running off unto the distance with your lovely girlfriend, leaving him in the dust.
Hi! If its not much trouble, may I please request some relationship headcanons for Anko and Kurenai (separate and poly) dating female reader?
Dating headcanons + drabbles with Anko and Kurenai!
Thank you for the request, Anon! Ily sm ♡ I love these girls a lot, and honestly, used have a tiny crush on Kurenai 💖
ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ:
♡ Anko x f!reader
♡ Kurenai x f!reader
♡ Anko x Kurenai x f!reader
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Cw: noob writer, unedited (later on) poly relationship, “modern” pet names, a tiny touch of angst? Homophobes dni 🤬
Anko Mitarashi
Anko has always had issues with figuring out when she’d be burnt out due to Orochimaru “telling” her that she wasn’t good enough for him
So being her girlfriend, you felt like you needed to let her know when she should occasionally take a break and just relax
But between her workaholic tendencies and her bounciness that rivals what of Naruto, it can be a bit hard
Especially when she’s on her period
As terrible as she feels, she feels like if she took even one break, she’d feel worse
It hurts you to see her suffering like that
All you want is her to be happy with who she is and what she has
Period Scenario | Drabble
“Tadaima...”
“Oh gosh, (Y/N), I feel like absolute shit,” the usually hyperactive Mitarashi Anko growled as she slipped on her house robes and crawled into bed beside you. Your heart fell when you saw her like that, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t told her to take it lightly that day. You knew that Anko had always struggled with being able to find her limit. She was always trying to prove that she was not inadequate and more than just good enough. You loved her, and you had made it your duty to make sure that she knew that she was perfect the way she is.
“Aww, babe, you should just take the day off tomorrow, alright? I don’t want you pushing yourself like this, ok?” you told your girlfriend as she nestled her head into your chest. You shifted your heat pack so that it was between her stomach and your waist. “Fuckkk, Cupcake, thanks for that,” Anko mumbled to you, lazily pressing a kiss on your collarbone, “I’ll take tomorrow off as long as we can stay like this.” You smiled, “That’s exactly what I had in mind. We can make it our little self-care day.”
Kurenai Yūhi
This girl is your biggest supporter
She loves you so much and will defend your every action
Feeling down in the dumps?
Kurenai is there to save the day!
Self-care and importance are very important to her
So she brings out the chocolate and face masks to set a calming mood
Little kisses and pecks are a huge yes
On the cheek, forehead, lips, palms, head, anywhere she can quickly get her hands on
Of course, she is a bit shy about her romantic life in public
As much as she tries to be discrete about it, pretty much everybody knows
Thanks to Izumo and Kotetsu gossiping about catching you two on a date, the rumors spread like wildfire
Kure couldn’t help but turn into a tomato when her students (more like just Kiba, being the drama and gossip queen that he is) confronted her about it
Take a break | Drabble
“I’m so done with these month-long jobs, ‘Renai.” You groaned, flopping onto your bed and girlfriend’s stomach, “My fingers are going to actually fall off if I have to throw another shuriken this week.” Propping herself up onto her elbows, Kurenai stroked your hair and whipped the tears that had pooled in the edges of your eyes, “Take the rest of the week off, ok Babe? My kids are leaving for a D-rank with Gai’s kids tomorrow, so we’ll have the rest of the time for ourselves.” She smiled sweetly and peppered your face with kisses; her cherry chapstick leaving a bit of stickiness in a few spots. “I’m gonna spoil you so much that you’re gonna forget about your stress,” Kurenai affirmed lovingly. You didn’t know what you would do without her. She was your anchor to sanity and kept you full of all the love and affection that a girl could ask for.
Poly Relationship | Anko x Kurenai x f!reader
Dating these two has been so freaking good for you
Especially for your self-esteem
Between all the chaotic cafe/mall dates and the calming spa dates
You always feel like you’re cared for to the max
These three of you are literally the most badass throuple ever
They keep you sane but with a touch of insanity because things honestly wouldn’t be fun without a bit of chaos
You don’t know what you would do without the two of them
Every day before them seemed so bland and dull compared to what it’s like now
They are literally two of the most understanding and kind people you know
Anko with her hyper and stubborn mind
Ready to give you and Kurenai a list of why she loves the two of you
And her lack of hesitance to track down and beat up anyone who talks shit about any of you
Kurenai and her quick thinking and ability to higher understand both of your mental states
The immediate comfort that just her presence provides
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