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shiroisotto64 · 4 months
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Gilgamesh Headcanons
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He’s not fooling anyone. When he takes a liking to you it’s so obvious. Slowly VERY SLOWLY you go from just a mongrel..to his mongrel? Like huh…?
He’s very possessive of you as well. All treasures belong to him, now that counts you as well. He calls you out on it to. Like why are you getting so close and touchy with emiya, and lord forbid it be cu. Their pests now pay attention to him.
he desires all your attention. If you start to pay to much attention to another servant or he just feels neglected in general he’ll make it known. Gilgamesh will corner you and fuss at you until you explain why you’ve been distant all of a sudden. He’s your king! How dare you not pay attention to him.
Loves showing off and spoiling you. You want it? He’s already got it for you. Despite how he may act he is a decent listener when he wants to be. And since he isn’t the best with words he’s adept to just get you things. Hopefully that gets his feelings across and if not? He’ll flick you.
Just like the old man he is he likes to go on and on about his journeys and the things he used to do in Uruk. Gil could go on for hours and hours about his glory days. And he’s even more shocked if you actually try to listen and ask questions. Not only does this boost his already large ego, but expect him to be a bit more affectionate.
Whenever you’re having bad days and issues he does try to help you. But like I said he’s not the best with words. He’ll say something harsh like “this is stupid!” And “get over it.” Don’t forget “suck it up.” He holds you in high regards so act like it.
But once he sees the negative affect his words had he’ll quiet down and hold you close to him. Hopefully that’ll get his feelings across. And if not he’ll ask someone else for…assistance.
Loves fighting but especially when your there. I told you he likes to show off! And show off he will, this MIGHT be one of the only times he takes a fight seriously…lucky you! Especially if things are starting to get serious.
Gilgamesh would never allow anything happen to you, remember he’s the Gilgamesh. He’ll have something in his gate to be of use to you. Medicine, shields, clothes, etc. he’d happily grab it for you.
Gil likes to talk to you actually. Your opinions on things amuse him. The way you think and tick is so different from him and he wants to understand your mindset better. Playful banter or a serious discussion he doesn’t mind.
And like someone else said, I could see him dragging you along to play games with him like chest, and other mentally stimulating games.
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lexsssu · 5 months
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Responsibility (Gilgamesh | Caster)
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TAGS: Caster!Gilgamesh/Dragoness!reader, breeding, cockwarming, oneshot Ao3 ver.
“The burden of a crown upon our heads is often too much for lesser men. Either they see it as the absolute authority to commit all acts no matter how disastrous the outcome...or they run from it and allow their kingdom to burn to the ground all the while fleeing with their tails tucked between their legs.”
The Wise King of Uruk gazed up at you through his lashes with ruby irises as he leisurely laid his head upon your soft lap. A mountain of pillows and blankets surrounded you two, all of them of superior make as they were commissioned by Gilgamesh himself. After another day of seeing to the kingdom’s affairs and making sure that it didn’t spontaneously combust at any moment, the blonde retired to his grand bedchambers in order to partake in his favorite pastime: Spending time with you.
“Unlike ordinary men however, my bloodline both makes me superior to all others while also saddling me with even more responsibility. A king’s work never ends,” he scoffed in what could only be a haughty manner, crossing his toned arms across the muscled chest that was always in full display.
“You say that, but we both know you’d rather run yourself ragged than allow Uruk to perish,” you giggle as you run your hands through the downy softness of his golden locks. “A kingdom is nothing without its king, just as much as a king is nothing without his people.”
A pleased grin lit up the king’s features at your words, taking your unoccupied hand and pressing his lips against the soft skin. “My queen is truly wise. A perfect match for me.”
“Oh, stop it you! You’ve already buttered me up enough to marry you so there’s no reason for you to try and charm me all over again,” despite what you said, the burning of your cheeks were a telltale sign that you definitely didn’t take your own words seriously.
“Ah, but you’ve forgotten, dear wife. As king, there are certain responsibilities I must uphold especially when it comes to matters within my bedchambers…” Lifting himself up into a seated position, he effortlessly picks you up and settles you down onto his own lap.
The luxurious yet thin and airy clothes that were common to this era made sure you felt every muscle, every hard plane that made up Gil’s body. Especially the particularly hard muscle that strained against the fabric of his bottoms, twitching even more once he’d made sure your own warm cunt was settled right above it.
“There is still the matter of continuing our lineage.” 
You squeaked as your husband rocked his hips, making you hyper aware of just how stiff he’d suddenly gotten when he firmly rubbed his cock against your swiftly dampening undergarments.
“Whether our children are crowned with the brilliance of the sun or the purity of the moon matters little to me. As long as my seed drenches your womb and the child is born from our union, they shall always be considered a blessing.”
The king gripped one full breast in his hand, kneading and pinching the soft flesh as he imagined how they’d become even fuller as your body prepares itself to nurture his child. Your nipples puffy and leaking with milk meant to sustain their growth, but there was no harm in letting him have a taste before the child was even born, right?
At this point, your legs had been spread wide open by his own thick muscled thighs, baring your barely clothed pussy in display as the flimsy cloth that covered it glistened with moisture from his grinding and kneading alone. Gilgamesh was an expert when it came to your body at this point, knowing the exact spots and what acts had you whimpering pathetically as his free hand rubbed you through your panties.
It was difficult to imagine that it wasn’t that long ago you’d basically fallen onto his lap in the middle of an audience with one of his subjects from god knows where. Your relationship with the blonde wasn’t the best at first, considering he was so intimidating and seemingly so full of himself, but after a series of events you found yourself married to him and living quite happily at that. Though the last thing you expected was to trade being a full-time office worker with being a queen instead, but you weren’t complaining.
How could you complain when Gilgamesh had you seated on his lap facing him as he speared the length of his dick into your drenched pussy? The sound of your wet skin slapping against one another each time you reached the base of his cock, the soft whispers of love you knew he would never direct at anyone else, and simply the feeling of his strong body pressing and molding against your own helped you easily reach your peak. Your pussy clenching at the thick cock that filled your insides with ropes of his hot cum as your own juices dripped down to join the mess that stained the bedding.
It is instinct for him by now to lie down on his back with his cock still plugging up your sensitive cunt to keep all his seed within, your head using his chest as a makeshift pillow as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Ruby irises took in the sight of your disheveled hair, the marks and bruises that littered your body, and the satisfied expression you wore. 
Away from the sight of everyone else, the king smiled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead followed by a low chuckle when you started purring.
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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I saw you reblogged some pretty Gil gifs. If you write for FGO, could you write the smut prompt 26 for him?
I don't usually write for FGO but I do love Gil a lot. He's a jerk but he is a very charming jerk.
Pairing: Gilgamesh x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, throne room sex, blowjob, praise, semi-public sex, possibility of getting caught, teasing, marking, spanking, power imbalance, encouragement
Word count: 0.8k
A/N: He is a self absorbed man at a certain point so I think he would prioritize himself first.
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26. “Forget the bed… let’s do it right here.”
No one would question it if they walked in and saw you sitting in the King's lap, half naked and with him sucking on your tits. It wasn't that common of a sight but everyone knew that he was a stubborn one, and that when he wanted something or someone he would have them no matter what he had to do.
You were supposed to help him sort through some papers from the citizens but when his eyes met yours, traveled down your body and beckoned you forward nothing inside you said no, despite the circumstances of where you were. Why would you pass up the chance to finally experience your King's cock?
"You're starting to get hard. Should we take this to your bed, my King?" The fact that you got to touch him like this, run your hands through his golden hair, trace his red tattoos, stare into his crimson eyes as he freed your nipple with a wet pop made you arch your back into him more and push your ass into his hands. There was no need for seduction, he was the one who invited you but to be able to get the King of Heroes this hard was an achievement of a lifetime.
"Forget the bed... let's do it right here." Gilgamesh smirked in between your breasts, licking over the red bite mark around your nipple, "Don't hesitate now. I can practically smell how wet you are for your King. You were practically dripping the moment I told you to stand by my side. I'm not surprised."
"N-Not surprised? Ah!" The slap on your ass echoed through the chamber, "What do you mean by- mn!" He slapped your ass again and again, each slap made you roll your hips over his hard cock until it was at its full height.
"I know everything that goes around in my kingdom. You think you were asked here just to help with my paperwork. Maybe you're not as smart as you are beautiful. Let me be clear: you're here to please me, and I think, based on the fact that you've been fucking yourself every night with my name on your lips, you know exactly how to please a man when you're on your knees." He nodded at you to get down, and who were you to say no to him, the King whose cock you dreamt of every night.
Except that his real cock made the one you dreamt of seem like nothing in comparison. "Have I disappointed you?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him before you slowly dragged your tongue across his pulsing cock.
"Not at all. I... fuck... know a good mouth when I see it. And yours seems to be very talented. Good for you, getting praise from me." Gilgamesh leaned back in his throne, his cheek pressed against his curled fist, looking down at you as your lips sucked on the tip. "All of it. Now."
It hurt your throat to take him this suddenly but his hand on your head and his happy chuckle made it all worth it.
"Do I taste good? Better then the men you had?" You moaned around his cock, nodding the best you could, "Mhm, they were just practice for you weren't they. All to make you in my perfect cock sucking plaything. I could keep you here through every meeting and no one would say a word about it. I could fuck you in that cunt of yours as well, using you as I see fit, as long as I see fit." The salty taste of cum assaulted your tongue, "Didn't you hear me before? I said all of it. Be a good whore now."
All of it, you had to take all of his cum, all of your King's cum down your throat before he pushed your mouth away and patted you on the head. "T-Thank you, my King, I'm flattered that you'd allow me to-" He pushed your head back down, laughing at you when you choked on him.
"You're gonna be a lot of fun. Let's get that mouth cleaned up and move this to my bed. If I fucked you here you might hurt your back, and you're gonna need to be able to arch it at my command." At his command, you're pretty sure you could come on his command too.
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gojoidyll · 6 months
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Uncooperative. That was the single world that came to mind as you would mope around your room and silently prepare for the next singularity. Uncooperative, arrogant, and downright rude. The words kept piling up as you got everything ready.
"Everything alright senpai?"
Mash poked her head through your door and you could only nod, a sigh escaping your lips a moment later.
"It doesn't really look like it, senpai," she said with a giggle. Eyes shining a bit behind her glasses.
"I guess you're right about that ..."
"Want to tell me what's wrong? I don't want you to be unfocused and get hurt when we leave for the singularity."
You stopped packing your necessities and instead opted to scratch the back of your head, lips forming a small pout as you did so.
"It's just Gilgamesh...he's being annoying as of late."
"Really? He doesn't seem that way to me?"
"That's because you aren't his master," you mumbled with a deadpanned voice. Or, at least, you aren't the "mongrel" claiming to be his master, you thought dejectedly whilst thinking of yesterday's encounter. A small shiver running down your spine at the thought.
Mash patted your back, "it's ok, Senpai."
You waved your hand and went about back to getting ready. Eyes focused at the task at hand.
Mash was about to say something else but stopped herself when she noticed another at the doorway, a smile making its way onto her face as she bowed to the person and left.
You weren't aware of the new presence however, and kept getting ready. Well, until you froze at the new voice.
"Have you resorted to ignoring me now?"
"Seriously, you've come to annoy me in my room?"
Gilgamesh huffed, arms crossed over his chest.
"You have been avoiding me, my master. So of course I've come looking for you."
You fumed as you turned around, "first of all! You were the one who...," you paused as you took his previous words in, "w- wait... what did you call me?"
Gilgamesh shrugged and turned to leave the room, "does it matter? Now stop dawdling, we have a singularity to go to, don't we?"
You grabbed your bag hastily and followed after him, "hey! Don't just walk away! Did you call me your master?! Did you?!"
The whole of chaldea could only sigh with relief as the atmosphere and tension lifted throughout the place and the final master smiled once more.
Granted, many would say life would be easier if the master didn't have a huge crush on King of Heroes...
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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years
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I unintentionally made this a lot softer than planned but that's just the kind of effect he has on me...
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"Mongrel."
The king addressed you directly, his usual grin plastered across his face as he lazily sat on his throne, the very silhouette of it casting a long and dark shadow across the throne room, a shadow you'd often find yourself hiding in. Gilgamesh knew this and he would never allow you to stay in it for too long.
"Step out into the light."
Ah there it was, the inevitable request that always forced you out of your comfort zone. Why couldn't your king leave you be? The war council had finished ages ago and it was the time to rest - why was he denying you this? Just as you were about to voice your opinion out loud Gilgamesh stopped you before you could even utter a single word.
"That was not a request, cease this ludicrous behavior and stop hiding from me."
He was ordering you now? Well shit, you really must have pissed him off but you could not figure out how for the life of you. With your shoulders slumped you kept your head low, a sign that you were listening as you approached him and kneeled. Instead of him reprimanding you he started to laugh in amusement as he looked down at you, his red eyes positivity gleaming like the rarest of rubies. The sun shined high above him, making him look more like a god if anything else.
"I do not understand what his highness finds so entertaining but I do wonder if you've caught a heat stroke of sorts." you chided as you desperately tried to hide the confusion in your voice.
"It's your attitude, my little mongrel. Is a King not allowed to look at his subject without question?"
"With all do respect Your Highness but you never do anything without a reason."
Another chuckle from him, another sigh from you.
"The sun burns high up in the sky and it's more humid than usual. Please do not exert yourself too much, my King."
My heart burns brighter than the sun itself, Gilgamesh thought to himself.
He liked it when you called him that, your King. Hearing those words come out of your mouth felt like a breeze on a hot summer day, something that soothed him immensely. The man was displeased with how often you hid yourself, anger bubbling in his chest at the thought that he couldn't see you as much as he wanted you. The end of the world was near, it's natural that he wishes to see the things he loves for one last time.
You didn't need to know that, of course. If you knew just how much he favored you there was a strong possibility that it would go to your head. Therefore, King Gilgamesh did whatever he could, and however he could, to keep you by his side as much as humanly possible.
Even as the world burns and the stars from the sky threaten to fall, his affections would follow until the bitter end of time.
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princessaristarry · 1 year
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{Imagine:}
{ Gilgamesh likes to be around you because it's soothing. For some reason your voice, your scent, your very presence just make him feel calm. You make him forget the world, the Grail, hell you even make him want to take off his crown and just be a man. }
{ Not a king but a simple man who loves you. He cherishes you and those little moments where it's not about money or power, it's about you and him and the rain on the window in a warm place where he can just hold you. }
{ He's been made to be the perfect king for so long that he can't even remember if he had a choice in the whole affair. With you, he feels like he can finally release the weight of the world and just be a person. A person who wants to spend all his time exploring the world with you. }
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{Tip Jar}
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shikiii-skadi · 2 years
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Hi I was wondering what you think Gilgamesh's reaction would be to his master wanting to learn Sumerian to impress him?
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His reaction largely depends on the class you summon him in. Do you have Gilgamesh the wise king, who has matured after his search for immortality, or the arrogant king of heroes, who sees himself above all others, in front of you?
Archer Gilgamesh probably wouldn't be too enthusiastic about your attempt to impress him. Of course, anyone as low as you would try to win his recognition, but as his master, you should know better than anyone that it takes more than that to impress him.
If your relationship is only about you providing him with maana, he might also react pretty mean and say things like a mongrel like you shouldn't even think about being able to impress him. Because you are not worthy enough.
If you have a more intimate relationship with archer he might not be as mean, but he wouldn't praise you either. But deep down he is somewhat touched by your actions. He might even help you a little bit. But, of course, not after insulting you and pushing his ego for a while.
Caster Gilgamesh would be impressed by your dedication to learning a new language. Knowledge is very important, so he would help you to learn more if he has the time. He is extremely busy after all.
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spitdrunken · 1 year
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Jasmine and Primrose for Gilgamesh from Fate + Cypress and Gardenia for Venti from Genshin Impact!
p.s. you know who this is, i love you mwah
hiii babe <33 love u too!! thanks for sending me asks about characters you know nothing about, purely for my own self indulgence HAHAHA like i mentioned to u before, ive split ur ask into two since they're different fandoms!
Yandere Flower Themed Asks
Jasmine - How would this yandere use their status/money in their favor? 
The real question is: In what situations does he not use his wealth or status as an argument? His power as a Heroic Spirit is simply near unparalleled, and there's not much you can do to get away from it. He would've been king of the modern world, if it had been worthy of his rule. Because he sees current humans as weak and disposable, he wouldn't have any qualms about killing anyone you might be dependent on, until only he is left. Though, besides that, he believes that there are few people who could resist the opportunity of getting the taste of all the pleasures in the world, which is a thing only he can provide.
Primrose - In the yandere’s ideal world, what would their relationship with their darling be like? 
This is a difficult question to answer, because Gilgamesh himself doesn't know exactly what he wants. For him to be 'yandere', or in other words, so obsessed with someone that he couldn't possibly get bored of them, is something he cannot understand or accept. It goes against the kind of image he has of himself. What he thinks he wants is to possess you. What he tells himself, and what he tells you, is that he'll revel in the moment where you break down, and become fully his. In every sense of the word. But when he achieves this, who knows if he'll feel fulfilled?
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okumurasramen · 2 years
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gilgamesh leaving super visible hickies on your neck because “how else will those mongrels know you belong to me?”
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romeulusroy · 1 year
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Imagine Thena babysitting your kids:
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"Phone numbers are on the fridge, if you need me you can call-"
"I've got this, y/n." Thena interrupted, putting her hand on yours and squeezing it. This was the first time you were trusting your family to watch your kids. None of them knew they even existed before you saved the world. Again. They took to them quickly, giving them piggyback rides and telling them all kinds of words they could not repeat until they were older. They especially loved Thena, respected her when she spoke, did as they were told. When Thena asked if she could babysit you were initially wary. You knew how capable she was, how much the kids love her, but you couldn't help but see all the horrible things that could go wrong. She saw it in your eyes every time you looked at her, the fear for your children's lives. Thena needed you to know that she would do anything for them.
"And I've got her!" Gil beamed from in front of the tv. What should have been reassuring on his part was just another reminder of what she was capable of. From the living room you heard giggles and squeals, little voices cheering him on. They loved when he showed off his strength. Once he heard that Thena wanted to do this, there was no hesitation on his part to watch her while she watched them. The two had told you time and time again that things were getting better, that she'd go days, even a week, without an episode. She'd been doing fine and would continue to do so around your family. You loved them, but they couldn't understand. These were your kids, your babies, if anything happened you would never forgive yourself.
"Please, please call me if anything goes wrong."
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vickyshinoa12 · 1 year
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Bro you know that AI generator that was created to be sort of like talking to Gilgamesh? Well I managed to get him to like my cat Steve. Steve is already popular with people around where I live. Idk it was cute.
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Also forgot to say that he really likes the stars. Just so everyone knows •v^
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swordlux · 2 years
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Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader
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The Holy Grail War was a problem in itself, but what was more was the servant I had found myself stuck with.
What was it that Gilgamesh wanted? Was I really just a source of amusement to the cold king? And what did he mean when he called me his treasure?
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This time I heard it for sure, a honeysuckle laugh echoed through the dark space.
“Very well, you'll take me as your servant then.” ***
Chapter 1
I entered the church. The room was dark around me, the only light coming from the subtle lamps hanging along the length of the walls.
I checked the address on the invitation again, at the same time checking if the strange mark on my hand was still there. Its red ink burned in the darkness, denying any possibility that this was a dream.
“I see you’ve made it just fine,” a voice boomed out in the empty space.
I startled and looked around.
From the front of the church stepped a man.
I could see why I had missed him—he was dressed head to toe in a black, his expression as dark as the shadows themselves. The only thing that stood out about him was the gold cross hanging in front of his chest, which looked brightly accusing on his accosting form.
“You’re the one who sent the invitation?” I said, my voice steady.
“The paper was sent by me, yes,” he said, “But the divine invitation comes from the gods themselves.” The man lifted his hands up in reverence.
As he did the red mark on my hand began to burn. “Divine invitation… you mean this?” I held up my hand to present the mark that had mysteriously appeared a few days ago.
He nodded. “You are quick to comprehend. This won’t take me long then…”
“You have been selected to participate in a war of the gods. The candidates are among other talented mages such as yourself, people the grail have deemed worthy…”
Talented mages? But I had only ever practiced magic in my spare time. Surely that wasn’t enough to qualify me as a mage. And why me out of the hundreds of magicians out there?
The man continued with his explanation, but it made less and less sense as he went on.
Heroes fighting over some mythical object? All for the chance of having one wish granted? Were they really able to trick such esteemed beings into performing in this play?
When he finally finished, I let out a long breath. “Yeah… thank you for the opportunity, but I think I’ll pass.”
“What?” The man’s eyebrows narrowed at me.
“I politely decline,” I repeated.
“…Maybe I have not explained it well enough. You do understand that to be selected by the grail is a huge honor. A once in a lifetime oppor—"
“Once in a lifetime opportunity, yeah, yeah, I get it. Like I said, I’m good.” I turned to walk back down the aisle.
“You–” the man started, “Do you not have any desires?”
“Oh, sure. I have plenty.” I shifted to look him directly in the eye. “But there isn’t a single wish on this planet that I cannot grant for myself.” I sighed. “Honestly, I’m surprised you were able to convince such esteemed characters, as you say, otherwise. The whole thing sounds rather… sad.”
At that moment, I swear I heard a laugh ring out through the empty church seats.
The man blinked at me as if I was the one that had just come to him with such a ridiculous proposition. “Are you really—” He sighed. “Fine, if that is what you wish, then I must ask you to surrender your command seals.”
“Oh, you mean these?”
I looked down at the red markings on my hand. They burned with untapped power. I imagined my hand without them and suddenly found my chest feeling bare.
“You mentioned these would allow me to summon a servant, correct? A distinguished figure from history? Yeah, I think I’ll keep them.”
The look on the man’s face turned from contempt to downright outrage.
I continued my walk to the door.
“But– you–!” The man shouted after me. “To keep them means to declare your participation in the war.”
I paused and looked at my hand once more. The red markings already felt like a part of me. “Fine, I’ll participate,” I said. “But I won’t run around like a puppet for that stupid thing. I’ll do it simply for the experience of having someone to call me master.”
Again, the sound of that invisible laughter.
The scowl on the man’s face darkened. “The holy grail war is not a joke. Only one person can ever come out victorious. To participate, and to not win, is suicide.”
I sighed. “Then I guess I’ll have to convince the others that this is all a bunch of horseshit before it’s over. That, or find myself a servant strong enough to protect me.”
This time I heard it for sure, a honeysuckle laugh echoed through the dark space.
“Very well, you'll take me as your servant then.”
Continue reading...
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tikoy · 2 years
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Kinktober 2022 Day 3
Orgasm denial
Series: FGO
Caster Gilgamesh x AFAB master
Warnings: sexual content, slight degradation
Spoilers for CasGil's valentine scene
Rating: Explicit/MA
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"Don't be a fool! I speak of quantity, not quality!" Gilgamesh said, shaking the red bag of chocolates vehemently. "This measly thing will barely last me two bites! Our feast would be over in but a moment! Were you planning to share a table with me for no more than a few minutes!?"
"If you don't want it, I'll take it," you huffed, tugging the package back from his grasp. "I'll just snack on these and just go hang out with Mash instead."
"Heh, Pitiful." A wide smirk graced his infuriatingly handsome face. Before you could react, he grabbed the red bag back. "But, I suppose this IS the best a Master of such lowly origins as yours could muster. Very well, you leave me no choice, Just this once, I will show you what a true Valentine's celebration entails."
"Follow me, Master. I will teach you about the true essence of my treasured Uruk personally."
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You reclined on your lounge chair, enjoying the view on the river Euphrates. You drew the wool shawl tighter against your shoulders to keep yourself warm. The wise king had insisted that you change into traditional garments from Uruk for this demonstration, stating that it would be a great opportunity to experience their culture more. The deep blue wrap-around dress was draped around one arm and reached your ankles. The material was thick and sturdy, but you'd grown used to your mystic codes doing the bulk of the temperature control.
"That's a head shawl. It isn't supposed to be wrapped around you like that."
You turned to to look over at Gilgamesh, sprawled over his own lounge chair, cradling a wineglass. The ruby liquid sparkled in the moonlight as he swirled the glass. Even while lounging, he still oozed arrogance. He'd changed into clothes resembling a loose white tunic and pants with an ornate red cloak hanging on his shoulders. He also looked a good deal warmer than you were.
"I'm cold." you argued. "Besides, the sun isn't up anymore so there's no point in covering my head."
You heard him click his tongue. "I had told you to drink your beer slowly, did I not? Now you reap the results of your foolishness." He sat up and beckoned you over. "Come, I shall play the role of a good host and warm you up."
You hesitated for a brief moment, but still wound up walking over to him. The night air in Uruk wasn't terribly cold but you'd still rather be warm. You settled in easily between his legs and leaned against his chest. His gold jewelry felt cold against your cheek, but he gave off more than enough warmth for you to be comfortable. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him toy with your hair, running his fingers through the strands and running his nails against your scalp.
"So, where's this feast you mentioned earlier?" you asked, fiddling with his lapis lazuli pendant. "I'm getting hungry."
He chuckled. "First you complain of the cold, and now of hunger. Is my Master merely a pet I must look after? Truly my little mongrel?"
You sat up and pouted. "Well this little mongrel's gonna start biting if she doesn't get some food in her soon."
Mischief flashed in his red eyes as he leaned in closer, your noses nearly touching. "I suppose I better find something for your mouth to do so it won't bite."
You didn't know who moved first, but soon your lips met his. Your chapped lips moved against his as your hands found themselves at the back of his neck. You felt his hands drift down towards your hips. He pulled you close and made you sit on his lap. His fingers squeezed and dug into the soft flesh. You gasped. His hot tongue strode into your mouth, claiming it for his own.
You squeaked as you felt his hand travel down and squeeze your bum. The other went towards your inner thigh, tracing indiscernible patterns. Your body started to warm up. You shrugged off your shawl and loosened the draping on the dress. Suddenly, you felt cold.
"Ah," he murmured against your lips, "such a bold little mongrel."
You'd unfastened the dress too much, causing the fabric to fall away and expose your breasts. The skin pebbled in the cool night air, and under his hungry gaze. As if proving his statement true, you leaned over and shook his breasts at him, daring him to move.
He pulled you close. His mouth latched on to your breast immediately, suckling and swirling around the stiff nipple. His hand caressed the other, squeezing and stroking. A faint buzz of heat was starting to form inside you. You felt a slight dampness in your core.
He pulled away just as the heat inside you began to rise. He pressed a few kisses against your breasts and at the column of your neck, each one lighter than the last. He tugged the rest of the dress away, leaving you fully exposed. He grinned, and his gaze seemed to darken.
His hand pressed firmly against the apex of your hips. You shuddered from the contrast of his warm touch and the cold jewelry against your skin. A finger dragged against your slit. You gasped at the sensation, as well as the loud squelch. You were much, much wetter than you'd anticipated.
He gave a satisfied little hum before working a finger inside you. Your slick-coated entrance offered little resistance at first, but you could feel each little ridge of his rings as they rubbed up against your walls. Soon, a second finger followed. You fell forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady yourself. The two fingers spread apart and bent as they pressed and probed.
You whimpered as soon as he rubbed up against your spot. It felt as if a live wire ran down your spine. His fingers rubbed up against that rough patch. His thumb made furious little circles against your clit. You sobbed. It was too much, too fast. You bit his neck as your tried to stifle your cries. He grunted in pain, but continued his onslaught. Your body began to twitch. You bucked and jerked your hips away, but his hand on your hip held fast. He continued to work you over and over as the pleasure began to mount.
And then nothing.
He'd pulled his fingers away at the last second. Just before your orgasm hit. Your body, weak with pleasure, fell against him. You looked up at him with bleary eyes. Your mind was still too awash with pleasure to form words. You gripped at his tunic with your shaking hands. He smirked.
"Did I not tell you, Master, that I didn't want our feast to end so quickly?" he said. He brought his fingers to his face and licked at the slick. "The night is young, and I have been starved of you for far too long."
He carried your slack body over towards the curtained central platform. Inside was a large day bed with several round pillows, and a table stacked with several brightly-colored bottles. He placed you on the bed, and spread your legs wide.
He knelt down and licked at your entrance. You bucked and whimpered, wanting more of the pleasure that had been denied you. He huffed before diving in to eat you out. He nipped and sucked at your lips. The sounds you made were pure filth. You whimpered and cried out his name. Your hands grabbed hold of his hair and tugged.
His wicked tongue brushed up against your clit. You saw pure white. You shuddered and clutched at him, pressing him harder against you. You felt him laugh. His tongue started to lick faster and faster. Fingers plunged inside you and crooked. He nipped your clit. You saw stars.
And again, it disappeared. He'd pulled away yet again. You felt like sobbing. Your skin felt aflame, it felt like each brush of the sheets could easily send you tumbling towards the edge. But never enough to push you over. Frustrated, you reached down and started rubbing to get yourself off.
"Tsk"
The Wise King slapped your hand away and leveled his glare upon you. He snapped his fingers. Gold cuffs and chains appeared and bound your limbs to the bed. You lay there spread-eagled, unable to move an inch.
"Oh mongrel. You should not have done that."
For hours upon hours he tortured your body with pleasure. You intimately came to know his fingers, his tongue, his mouth. Your walls memorized the shape of his fingers, and each and every stroke they made. His mouth left marks on your inner thighs, blooming on your skin like posies. Your body felt sore, and yet you still craved more of his touch. Just one last stroke to finally get you to the edge.
"Gil. Gil. Please. Please," you rasped, your throat dry and aching.
He pulled his fingers out with an embarrassingly loud noise. The bed was soaked with your fluids. You cried out at the sudden emptiness. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you babbled at him. Your mind too tired, too strained to properly communicate.
You watched as he shrugged his tunic and his pants off. His golden jewelry remained, glinting in the dark red of the early morning light. His cock stood full mast, swollen and dripping precum. He lined up his cock with your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation, but your body automatically bucked. He licked his lips and grinned.
"Hush, now mongrel," he said. "We're nearly to the end of our feast. Stay with me until the end."
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I love Gilgamesh but holy hell I wrote too much. I really need to cut down on the preludes to the sexy times... but at the same time it also seems hotter if there's context?
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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years
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random brainroot- while i love a yandere that hides their darling away, i also love the idea of one that, either because they are powerful enough that they have connections every where, or they made it clear that they would hurt the people darling holds dear if they try anything, but they let them wander free, have adventures and see the world, knowing very, very well that still they cant escape them no matter how far they go.
Madara Uchiha and Gilgamesh were the first ones that came to mind as I read this.
Carrying the Uchiha name is already a bad omen to most people who cross paths and blades with him but once he's clan head it's fair game. The ways he makes you feel inferior is by constantly telling you how weak you are and how you'll never make it out alive in this cruel world. He tells your stories of his youth, tales that any sane person would want to forget but they clutch onto him like mud, tainting his perception of you and ultimately sharing his sentiment of how in his own way he truly does love you and wants to protect you, even if he has a hard time saying the latter part.
Just merely glancing at him one can see the heavy look in Madara's eyes, how he watches your every move no matter how small and insignificant, he is always watching. That damned sharingan of his only makes the situation even more frightening than it out to be, the red color suddenly overtaking his usually onyx eyes as anyone foolish enough that comes close to you suddenly feels the need to simply floor it.
He's a bit hesitant in letting you wander as you please but there are times when he's in the mood for a walk and he's there to accompany you. He's confident in protecting you from anything and anyone that might strike.
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This arrogant prick I swear, I have no words when it comes to him. Literally everything you are, have and will be is his to claim, his to touch, his to love, his to protect, his to obsess. With the way he casually brushes you off most of the time you couldn't be blamed for thinking that he just did not care about you at all but if your senses are keen enough you'll be able to see how his gaze lingers on your body a lot more than it ought to, how strained he is to actually listen to what you're saying. In truth he's actually absorbing everything you say like a sponge, nothing goes unnoticed by him.
He's also curious about your own endeavors and adventures, please do be so kind as to entertain him with your many stories, he would love to hear them all. Now now, don't be shy, be as detailed and graphic as you want, don't spare any expense.
Gilgamesh likes to say that he could toss you aside any time he wanted and there is truth in that statement. He could use you and toss you away like a piece of garbage but the only difference is that he doesn't want to.
Even if you manage to escape, even if you do anything that gets you far away, you should know that he allowed you to do so. He likes the chase, he likes to see you squirm and there is no greater prize than you in his arms, tired, bloody and exhausted and him smirking proudly, knowing that no matter where you go, what universe you travel to, not even death can tear you apart from him.
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princessaristarry · 9 months
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{ Ah yes, he toll }
{ Toller than me at least ♡ }
{ My King I will draw thee soon just leave it to your Queen }
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