#short and simple ilu

[saintsons]

— false confidence ╱ darius suwan and gianna yun

it's not like @amadouers to show up late. at least not for darius. he paces the front of the restaurant while considering the possibilities. it's a midway point for the both of them—halfway home to palmview (otherwise, he would have picked her up). the server refused to fulfill their reservation unless the entire party was there. even if was their usual party of two, it was something he was looking forward to all week. darius was quick to punch in his timestamp card and change into the spare change of clothes he packed. there's the intrusive thought that maybe he'd done something to piss her off in the four hours since they'd last spoken. but maybe she was met with some car trouble? with three minutes left on the timer and the line of people crowding the front, darius sidesteps into the parking lot and makes a call. “ hey are you okay? we can reschedule if you didn't feel like driving here. i can just come over after i pick something up for us. sound okay? ”

[stephstars08]

Falling For Him

Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Reader has traumatic past, Death, Depression, Anxiety, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Reader has Thanatophobia (Fear of losing someone), Weapons, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Summary: Y/N biggest fear is losing someone she love or cares about. So when the Sully family comes Y/N immediately connects with the eldest Sully child, Neteyam. She knows that she’s falling for him but that fear of losing him is holding her back.

Word Count: 1,396

Author’s Note: My first Neteyam story is finally here! Sorry for the long wait!! Sorry that this is short. I’m just getting back into writing so my first couple of stories will probably be shorter than usual. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and don’t be shy to let me know what you all think!

Y/N at just fifteen years old has a heartbreaking life. Y/N is Na’vi and was born into the Metkayina clan. For the first five years of her life, Y/N had a life just like every Metkayina kid. That’s until a tragedy changed her whole life forever. Her parents died in a fire when she was just five years old. Their Marius had caught fire killing both of her parents. Y/N’s father was the one that got her out of their home. When her father went back in to go get save her mother their Marius collapsed. No one knows how the Marius caught fire but Y/N still has hope that some day she’ll know what exactly happened.

After the loss, Y/N was adopted by Ronal and Tonowari who are the Tsahík and Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clan. Y/N fit in well with their family. She grew extremely close with Tsireya.

When the Sully family came Y/N helped Tsireya and her brothers show the Sully kids the Metkayina ways and culture. While Tsireya helped Lo’ak and A’onung and Rotxo helped Kiri and Tuk, Y/N helped Neteyam who is the eldest child of the Sully’s.

When Y/N’s blue eyes first met Neteyam’s yellow eyes she felt something go through her body that she has never felt before. When she was showing him how to connect and ride an ilu every time their hands would brush up against one another’s Y/N would feel her heart race.

These new feelings have been terrifying for Y/N. After losing her parents at such a young age her biggest fear is losing someone else that she loves and cares for. That’s why the only Na’vi she has a close bond with is Tsireya. She’s the Na’vi she truly trusts. Neteyam has been nothing but kind to Y/N and she does feel like she can trust him but that fear of losing him is what’s holding her back.

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Y/N was in her Marius gathering some fishing spears. She had three that were different lengths. The biggest one is the one she uses the most and it was also her father’s as well.

Tsireya walked into the Marius. “What are you doing?” Tsireya asked her in a curious tone. “I told Neteyam how my dad taught me how to use a fishing spear so he asked me if I could teach him.” Y/N answered rolling the three spears up into a small blanket. “I’ve noticed that you two have been getting along really well.” Tsireya said with a smile. Y/N just gave her a shrug which wiped the smile off Tsireya’s face.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like Neteyam?” Tsireya asked with concern in her voice. “I like him.” Y/N told her. “But?” Tsireya asked sensing that there is more. “I feel like I….ya know.” Y/N said looking up at her Tsireya. She just couldn’t find the right words but Tsireya knew what she meant since that smile returned. “Aw, Do you have a crush on Neteyam?” Tsireya asked with in awe as she sat down on the floor next to her. “It’s not so simple or easy for me to answer that.” Y/N told her looking away from her. “Because you’re scared that if you admit it, you’ll lose him.” Tsireya said knowing right away what Y/N is talking about. Y/N just gave her a nod.

“Can I give you some advice?” Tsireya asked her. Y/N gave her another nod as she looked up at her. “I know you’re biggest fear is losing someone but don’t you think that Neteyam deserves to know how you feel about him?” Tsireya asked looking at her with a soft look in her eyes. “It’s better for him to know than to never know.” Tsireya added.

Y/N knew that Tsireya was right. No matter what happens it’s better to be honest about how she feels. “You’re right. Thank you, Tsireya” Y/N said as her lips turned up into a small smile. “You’re welcome. You know that I’m always going to be here for you.” Tsireya said as she brought Y/N in for a hug which Y/N returned.

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Y/N was on the sand with Neteyam. After Y/N showed Neteyam how to hold the spear she drew a target in the sand. Y/N had Neteyam start with the training spear which wasn’t as long as the one she uses. After he hit the target easily with the training spear she gave him a different on which was three lengths longer than the training one. Neteyam did even better so she gave him the one she uses which again is three lengths longer. But this spear wasn’t as easy as the other spears since Neteyam was having trouble hitting the bullseye.

Y/N could tell that Neteyam was getting frustrated so she suggested that they take a break. They took a seat down next to each other in the sand.

“How did you get your spear?” Neteyam asked her in a curious tone. “It was my father’s. He made it himself.” Y/N answered as she stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap.

“Thank you for being so nice to my family and I.” Neteyam told her with a soft smile. “You’re welcome.” Y/N said looking up at him returning the soft smile. As Y/N’s blue eyes stared deep into Neteyam’s yellow eyes they started to lean into one another until Y/N suddenly pulled back and away from him.

“I’m sorry! I just got caught up.” Neteyam apologized quickly. “It’s okay Neteyam.” Y/N reassured him. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Y/N added which confused him. “What do you mean?” Neteyam asked her. “I do like you Neteyam and I am falling for you but since the loss of my parents I’m always scared that I’m going to go through that pain again. That’s why I distant myself and hide my feelings for everyone.” Y/N explained to him.

She could feel tears forming in her eyes so she looked away from him. “Tsireya told me that I should be open to you but it’s just going to take me time to open up since I’ve been holding in my feelings for a long time.” Y/N told him. Neteyam used one of his hands to pick her head up so she was looking back at him. She had some tears rolling down her face. “Then we can take it slow.” Neteyam told her. “I’m falling for you, too. But I don’t want to rush you into anything.” Neteyam added as he put his hand onto her cheek.

He wiped her tears away with his thumb. Y/N felt that familiar feeling in her chest from his touch. His touch made her feel safe and warm. “Do you want to take it slow?” Neteyam asked her in a curious tone. Y/N smiled as she nodded her head. “I want to take it slow.” Y/N said which made Neteyam smile.

“Neteyam!” They heard a familiar voice call out. When Y/N and Neteyam looked over they saw Lo’ak and Kiri walking towards them. Lo’ak was the one that called out to Neteyam. “Woah, are we interrupting something here?” Kiri asked referring to Neteyam’s hand on Y/N’s cheek. Neteyam quickly took his hand off Y/N’s cheek. “No!” Neteyam and Y/N said at the same time. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.” Lo’ak said in a teasing tone which made Neteyam roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Why are you two here?” Neteyam asked his siblings with annoyance in his voice. “Mom and Dad want us to come home and eat.” Kiri told him. “Okay.” Neteyam said as he stood up. “Do you want to finish this training session tomorrow?” Y/N asked standing up onto her feet. “Sounds good to me.” Neteyam told her with a smile. “See you tomorrow.” Neteyam added. “See you tomorrow.” Y/N said with a big smile on her face. She’s hasn’t smiled that big in a very long time. “See you around Y/N!” Kiri said in a kind tone and walked away with her brothers.

Y/N gave the Sully kids a wave and then gathered her spears together and wrapped them back up in her blanket. She picked the blanket up and made her way back to her Marius.

It felt so good for her to finally confess her feelings for Neteyam. She is so excited to continue Neteyam’s spear training tomorrow.

[livelaughloveloak]

━ CLOUDED . . . ! 🦢

short fic

(sorry photopea isn't cooperating rn so I'll fix the header when it's working)

summary: Neteyam almost dies after getting shot, only with your help he'll survive.

a/n: sorry had to make a fic to this song because I love jhene Aiko 😩 This is a really short fic for my liking so ig it's more like a drabble? 1.1k words.

warnings: near death experience. angst to fluff. She/her pronouns. Reader is Navi

we do not exist in any other instant.

here in this dimension you and I are meant to be.

If you were to tell people about love, you'd tell them about you and Neteyam. Neteyam was your pillar, the only thing holding you up when you were at your lowest. Neteyam was there for you. He would always say "With every beat of my heart, my love grows even more for you" Oh how you adored Neteyam. You have chosen him and he has chosen you, but how you wished life was this simple.

"That was crazy cuz!" Lo'ak yelled and high fived you and Spider when you guys finally emerged from the water. You tried your best to stay afloat, all of your energy has been drained from fighting the sky people. Your eyes scanned around until you spotted red growing in the water, worried you looked down at your body trying to check if you've been hit anywhere. You were fine and the two seemed fine so that leaves Neteyam. You quickly looked at him breathing heavily, almost drowning from the waves, barely keeping his head up. "Oh no Neteyam" The other two boys heard you and quickly looked your way only to have the same shocked face as you had on.

"Shit!! Help him" Lo'ak was now yelling in fear rather than excitement. You called for your ilu which came quickly to your aid. You put Neteyam behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he slumped on your back breathing heavily into your ear. Your heart was pounding so roughly that you swore even Neteyam could feel it. "Watch his head!" You said out loud as you all carried his limp body on the small island which his dad was on. If someone would tell you that one day you'd be here watching your beloved mate die you'd probably laugh at their face. "What happened?" Jake asked panicking before lifting Neteyam's body up to check his back. There was an exit hole, Neteyam was bound to bleed out. "Shit!" Jake looked around frantically trying to find something to clog the wound before it was too late.

You sat beside Neteyam with his head in your lap, tears falling down your face almost landing on his. "Stay awake for me" You begged him. Neteyam's eyes were scrambling everywhere as he was also panicking, he was so young with dreams and ambitions. He didn't want to die. His eyes settled to look into yours. You cupped his face, softly caressing his cheek. "Tìyawn" He croaked slightly smiling, glad to have you with him at his final moments. "I'm here Teyam do not worry." "My love don't look at me like that, I don't want your last memory of me to be like this" More tears came out of your eyes after hearing his words.

You didn't want to lose hope as it was all you had at this moment. You heard a rip before Jake finally spoke again "Quick shove this in the wound and swim back to the village fast" He passed you a piece of cloth which you put on top of the wound. "I'm sorry this is gonna hurt" And with that you shoved it in, your heart shattering after hearing Neteyam's screams of pain. You picked up Neteyam slightly struggling due to his weight and the fact that he was taller than you.

Lo'ak came to your aid and the both of you put one of his arms around your shoulders before carefully placing him in your ilu. Lo'ak decided to stay back since the fight was not finished. After bidding him a farewell you quickly rode your ilu towards the village where the Tsahik is, surely she can help.

You arrived at the shore screaming for help which thank ewya the Tsahik Ronal heard. Ronal looked at Neteyam limped only standing up with your support. She took him inside her hut and commanded you to stay outside while she tried her best to keep Neteyam alive. A thousand questions flooded your head. ‘Will he be alright’ All you wanted to do was be within your Neteyam's arms again, laying on a tree branch or maybe staring up at the sky naming every star. You wished you didn't have to walk around in the future hearing strangers say “Ewya did it for a reason” or “He is in a better place now” If ewya had a reason, what could have it possibly have been? To teach you a lesson? No person should die this young.

Soon enough the flap to Ronal's healing hut opened revealing her. You rose to your feet hoping you were not about to hear a "I'm sorry" come out of her mouth. "He is alive thanks to you, just very weak." You trembled as relief washed over you after hearing the Tsahik's words. "You can come inside now child" She stepped to the side to make space for you "Thank you." You bowed to her and walked in to see Neteyam lying peacefully with bandages wrapped around him. "Wake up soon my love." You sat down next to him and picked up his hand, kissing it.

A month. A whole month has passed and still Neteyam was in his deep slumber. The war is over and the sky people have lost. A party was set to celebrate the great ordeal of winning against such demons. Normally you'd be dancing around and singing within the light of the bonfire but you couldn't. You couldn't have fun and laugh knowing that Neteyam was still in a coma. Often you'd find yourself sitting beside him having some sort of physical touch with him. In fact that was what you were doing right now.

You had fallen asleep next to him by accident, obviously tired after many sleepless nights. Before the war you'd always sleep within Neteyam's strong arms. “Neteyam the mighty cuddler” you'd joke. You were lost in sleep almost ignoring the fact that you felt someone's hand on the back of your head caressing it ever so softly. You would've kept your eyes closed before you heard a quiet. "Ma y/n." Your ears twitched trying to process if you were just dreaming or not.

After a few minutes you opened your eyes to see bright yellow ones staring at you. You pulled him into a hug carefully avoiding his wrapped up wounds. "You're finally awake" you sobbed as Neteyam rubbed his hand against your back trying to comfort you. "shh calm down, I will always come back for you even if I were to die we'd meet again in ewya's paradise."

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: short but happy chapter, warning you all nnow- the next one will be… anyways, i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: none, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Sixteen- Stay Soft

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“We have a gift for you.”

The words are soft, spoken into the harshness of the night, and you almost don’t hear her. But you would hear her, through mountains and ocean, through millions of miles.

“Yes?” you turn your head away from the sea below you, the bioluminescence, the water lukewarm around your feet.

Jake has an arm around each of you, and you can barely make his figure out in the darkness, the little stars on his face.

Neytiri reaches over and grabs your hand, gently unfurling your palm. She places something smooth in it, something soft and ticklish.

When you bring your hand closer, your lips part and you can feel their eyes on you, anxious for your reaction.

“A necklace,” Jake whispers.

It is two pieces of leather cord, connected and tied to a blue and green feather. It is simple, beautiful, and you think you love them so much in this moment.

“The feather…” Neytiri whispers, reaching over to touch the object in your palm, “is from one of my arrows.”

“And I made the cord. One of the first things Neytiri taught me when I first became Omaticaya.”

“A piece of us, wherever you go,”

You look up at them, overfilling with love, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt, and Jake brushes your hair behind your ear.

“Do you like it?” he whispers.

“I- I love it. It’s beautiful. No one- no one has ever done something like this for me before.”

“Then they are fools,” Neytiri says, nonchalant, shrugging. You let out a laugh, something wet falling down your face.

Softly, so soft you can barely feel it, Jake leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, blotting away the tear that falls.

“Put- put it on me, please?” you whisper, handing it to Jake, because it’s so wrong that something so beautiful should be only in your hands, and not high on your neck.

You feel something primal in you- the need to show it off, to let everyone know that your mates are the best mates- they care about you the most, love you the most.

You turn and grab your hair, Jake’s fingers like a wisp over your neck, you can barely feel it, so soft.

When he finishes tying it, you allow yourself a moment to press your fingers against the feather, against the column of your throat. You can feel your heartbeat, softly, so faintly. It beats for them, you realize suddenly. It is like the only reason it has beat all of your life was to meet them, to love them.

You suck in a deep breath and turn, and they both smile at you, stars on their faces.

“Our Y/N,” is all Neytiri whispers, so soft.

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When the sound of the horn rents the air, you are not scared.

No- you know that horn, the one that haunts your dreams, taunts you. You drop what you are carrying, the heat of the moment, the excitement getting to you.

You hear the sounds of others diving into the water, ilu’s squeaking.

You turn to run toward the edge, but Jake stops you before you can, hand on your bicep.

“What is-”

“The tulkun!” you shout, trying to pry him off of you. “My sister! She’s come back!”

The water is cold when it hits you, but you do not mind.

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Ay’a, you say, but it is not your lips that move. It is your hands. Your lips are etched into a wide smile, taking over your face- too busy to speak. I see you, sister, I See you.

I see you, sister, she says back, eyes crinkling in a secret smile, something soft, just for you.

You rest your hands on her fin, watch as her eyes drift away.

Another sound fills the water- high pitched, but also so distinctly Ay’a.

A calf swims out from under her fin, and the salt of your tears mixes with the seawater.

Oh, Ay’a… you trail off, enamored by her sweet baby, the one you have waited so long for. Your baby is beautiful. We both share in this joy.

What? Your stomach is flat, not like Ronal’s no child rests inside you.

I have mated, sister. I have two mates now, and they had four children already to bless me with. We are both mothers now. We are both happy now.

She makes a sound in her throat, not quite a word, but simply pure happiness. You smile wider, if that is even possible.

You turn, look around frantically, until you spot the two who have filled your life.

You beckon them over wildly, hands moving, and Ay’a makes a sound of approval. You laugh, overjoyed as the two climb off Jake’s ilu, swimming over to you.

Jake, you gesture to him, and Neytiri.

They are strong, she says, no hint of a tease in her voice.

She is your spirit sister, she knows the secrets most deep and inner to you. She knows about your mother, your sister, Kisre, your family.

You let out a laugh, pressing your lips to Jake’s cheek, and then Neytiri, urging them up and away so you can dance with your sister.

You push yourself back, giving the both of you enough room, her calf swimming around the two of you, excited to be in this new place.

You raise your hands above your head, using the momentum to push yourself back, legs bent, a circle in the water as your sister spins as well.

The water cushions around you like something soft, but it is nothing compared to the gaze of your mates, watching you dance, just like they did that night so long ago.

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[music-royal01]

Anxious heart

Neteyam x female human!reader

Reader suffers from anxiety because of experiments done to her by the RDA while she was in the womb and when she was young. Reader has an panic attack and Neteyam tries to comfort and help her

Ps reader doesn’t need to wear a mask because of the experiments

TRIGGER WARNING:PANIC ATTACK

The day had started just like any other, simple yet exhausting. Being a human and learning the Metkayina ways wasn’t simple. You couldn’t ride and ilu, no matter how hard you tried you could never spend as much time in the water as the Na’vi kids could. Ao’nung was poking you and taunting you for being short, not having a tail, and being slow in the water

“You’re just a demon like the rest of your people,you should go be where you belong” Ao’nung and his friends laughed.

But what the Metkayina boys had forgotten is that both Neteyam and Lo’ak where there at lesson and could hear them. Neteyam shoved the boy making him fall to the ground

“If I ever hear you talk about her like that again you’ll be worse off than a few scratches from falling” Neteyam hissed at the boys and was about to walk away when Ao’nung pushed him to the ground and punched him, the two boys wrestled around on the ground punching, kicking and then more punching.

At some point while watching the fight your shaky fingers started to tap each other, breathing becoming uneven as you trembled slightly. Kiri took one look at you and immediately knew what was happening. Wrapping her arms around you she looked back and fourth between the fight and you

“NETEYAM YOU CAN WORRY ABOUT HIM LATER Y/N NEEDS YOU”

Neteyam immediately drops Ao’nung and runs over to you. You were sitting on your knees, your trembling figure hunched over with your hands slightly pulling your hair. The tears that rolled down your cheeks broke Neteyam heart

“Hey princess it’s just me. Its gonna be ok baby, you’re going to get through this” Neteyam whisper praises and tries to comfort you. Neteyam succeeds at claiming you down after a few minutes. You just burry yourself into his chest trying to hide yourself from the others. Neteyam didn’t stop you from hiding, he knew you would be embarrassed and try to shield yourself from judge full eyes. So Neteyam picked you up and carried you to the marui

“Are you all right now my love” Neteyam says softly as you lay down on his chest “I’m alright now thank you Nete” he places a kiss on the top of your head. Neteyam began to hum songcords while running his fingers through your hair. his actions make you tired and soon your quietly sleeping on your boyfriend’s chest.

Neteyam enjoyed these moments with you because he knew the second his father found out about what happened he’d be grounded for eternity

[quinloki]

(⋆ˆ ³ ˆ)♥ hey hey hey!!! This is for the OP kinks:

can I request Crocodile, Shanks, and Mihawk for creampie, merinthophilia, and somnophilia? Thanks u

Awww, what a nice heart ^_^ Thank you!

*puts on glasses and pulls out Dictionary* Merinth--... WHAT?

Merinthophilia is the condition of experiencing sexual arousal when bound, restrained, or tied up.

...

i thought that was called bondage. Holy fuck there's a word for--

Oh, oh, ilu. You have made my evening <3 I have learned something monumentally interesting to me, thank you <3

Heck I don't know where to start... BY KINK. Let's do it that way.

Creampie: (Hey there's a definition #2 for this, but we're gonna stick with the one I know.)

Sir Crocodile - FUCK Yes - Possessive man that he is, Crocodile is most assuredly into this. Filling you up, where ever it is, and just admiring you afterward. Short of scarring and branding, he very much enjoys marking you as his inside and out. He'll easily tattoo you and get your piercings if you let him, but even the temporary marks and moments like these are enough for him. He's not necessarily looking to have little ones running around, but he's also not against it - you better make sure your stance on the possibilities are clear, so the proper precautions can be taken.

Shanks - I guess - In a rare turn of events, this doesn't rank high for Shanks. Usually he's up for and open to just about anything and everything. But kids are a complication, and they're a risk for this kind of kink. He's fine to take the proper precautions - and an anal creampie would be close to a FUCK Yes, but even so, he'd rather cover you with his cum than you fill you with it.

Mihawk - Yes - It's not necessarily a matter of possessiveness, or even of needing to mark you. The simple fact is, you are beautiful to him, and perhaps you a little bit more beautiful when you're full of him, or covered in him. There's a sweet shift in your voice when he cums inside you that is music to his ears. It's subtly different from the other sounds you make, and he loves all your sweet music.

Merinthophilia:

Sir Crocodile - No - he has zero desire to be bound. This is a man of control, and he's not keen on any kind of restriction. He is as free and shifting as the very sands, and there's nothing appealing to him in being bound.

On the reverse side of that, he's more than happy to bind you. He'll become a master of knots, locks, and leather if there's pleasure to be pulled from you because of it. There's the added bonus of the marks such forms of bondage leave behind. The intricate patterns from light rope burn - marks he's left on you.

Shanks - FUCK Yes - Oh please, tie him up, have your way with him. He'll struggle and beg and play along so sweetly. He does enjoy it, but there's always something in that smirk of his - and it's probably something you both know - but there are no binds either of you are aware of that could actually hold him. Haki and physical strength both make it impossible to fully restrain him, but it doesn't mean he can't revel in the sensation of it.

He's also more than happy to restrain you, teaser and pleaser that he is. He might not be the fast rigger since he lost his arm, but he's still surprisingly skilled at it.

Mihawk - Sure - If it brings you pleasure to tie him up or restrain him, he'll allow it. It doesn't make him uncomfortable, but there's no deep enthusiasm for him from it.

On the other side of it, he's a patient, almost meditative rigger when it comes to tying you up. Soft kisses, gentle caresses, he practically worships your body as he restricts you. He manages to practically leave you unmarked no matter what. Everything is snug and restrictive and pleasurable, and with barely an ache or mark. (Unless you admit to liking that part, then things would be different).

Somnophilia (I did this for Sir Crocodile and Mihawk, so I just copy-pasted - it's bound to happen, I have a bit of a backlog <3 ):

Sir Crocodile - I dunno - I don't think this is really Croco's vibe. I mean, I think he enjoys watching you sleep in a "they feel safe sleeping soundly around me, and I love that" kind of way. I'm sure watching over you while you sleep you'll move or moan or do something that also reminds him that there's attraction there, but I don't think he'd leave you sleeping at that point. He doesn't want to hear half-sleepy mumbled moans, he wants you to squirm and thrash under him, crying out pleasure and his name clearly.

Shanks - FUCK Yes - Can you blame him? You sleep so sweetly, and you're beautiful awake or resting. Shanks doesn't get much quiet time, so no matter how much time you wish you could dedicate to each other, it's usually on a premium. He's got amazing self-control, snuggling up to you and falling asleep wrapped up in you. Never waking you up despite the boner pressed into your back.

Most mornings when there's time enough for it though, you are awoken to less restrained Shanks. Hands and lips wander, a soft voice murmuring for you to sleep a few more minutes. He's just going to appreciate you a little longer, don't mind him.

Sometimes you go back to sleep, sometimes you shift and tease him and you both end up going a round under Beckman's pounding on the door barking for Shanks to get moving.

Mihawk - Yes - He would never admit to such recklessness, but Mihawk is enamored with you, there's simply no two ways about it. For him to focus on anything that isn't his swordsmanship means you've carved (heh) a place in his heart and life that's undeniable. It's complete and sometimes it's almost overbearing to him. He's not surprised to find himself turned on by your sleeping form, though he may grumble about needing more training (to himself). He does take some time to admit it to you and talk about it, and is certainly happy to have your blessing to do whatever he needs to help him take care of that desire.

And this unnaturally gentle and skilled man can have his way with you while you sleep and have you cleaned up and back in bed without disturbing a moment of your precious rest. Usually the only reason you even know anything happened is because your hair's damp in the morning from the bath.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[telyrah]

𝐍𝐚’𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧 (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲)

Summary: As the eldest daughter of Tonowari and Ronal, you help the Sully kids adapt to their new environment. However, a certain blue boy catches your eye.

Pairings: Neteyam x Metkayina!FemOc

Word count: Oneshot (short)

Warnings/notes: friends to lovers, suggestive fluff, mother Eywa slayy, smitten Lo’ak being dumb, bold Neteyummy, Na’vi expressions (self-explanatory)

An early commotion stirred up the Na’vi of Awa’atlu, our home village. The tranquility of our oceanic tribe had been aroused with curiosity by the arrival of Omatikayan outsiders. Toruk Makto, the forest Olo’eyktan had come soliciting hospitality and shelter for his family. Mother was displeased at first, but Father agreed to the Sully’s request, after little thought.

Tsireya, Aonung, and Roxto were assigned to teach them the Metkayina ways, as guides for their children. I as the eldest on the other hand was instructed to keep at the Tsahìk training until further notice, but I would’ve rather lent a hand for my siblings (even though they’re much capable on their own). The sky people were once said to be dangerous after all.

Among them stood a cute child who hid behind her mother’s embrace, another young tìlor who appeared quite tired from the long journey, a skxawng who kept ogling at ma ‘Reya, and the last who seemed to be his older brother. The latter looked rather out of place, stunningly awkward but adorned with a handsome face. His eyes eventually met my gaze so I shot him a welcoming smile and drew back to attend the upcoming rite preparations, all of which were for “my coming of age”.

“Who was that?”

Neteyam found himself captivated by the glimpse of a foreign appearance. “My sister, Te’ Leylah. She won’t be joining us so don’t get your hopes up” Aonung had made himself a little taller by spitting venom, and was frankly irritated by the newcomer’s sudden interest in his tsmuke. The reef’s breeze had already caught an earful of gossips for him to know that you were desired by many, if not all. Hell, even his ilu riding mates had also pestered the poor boy with mating proposals.

“Stay away from her”

Roxto added, clearly playing the defensive card. Lo’ak watched the scene as a scheming grin grew larger across his lips. Neteyam was trying to keep face but was undoubtedly pining for you. With a nudge to his arm, the firstborn knew he had been figured out, and was fleetingly denying it.

“Never seen you flush in such a dark shade, was she that pretty?” In a swift motion Lo’ak was hit to the head for his irksome antics. “Hush, don’t make a fool out of yourself. I’ll tell you later..”

“Ooh she must be then!”

“Rahh shut up!”

And with that, they settled into their new home after quarrelling for what felt like ages.

“Breathe from your inner chest, not the nose!”

It had been almost a day since you returned post-completion of the ceremonial training. Your birthday was forthcoming and the trouble of finding a life partner was eminently weighing you on. That until the sight of familiar faces came into view.

The na’rìng children were struggling to adapt to the water, even under Tsireya’s stringent mentoring. At the sound of approaching footsteps, Sister gladly accepted the offer of helping her assist them in diaphragm breathing. Relief could be read in a few of the Sully kid’s faces, as ‘Reya can be relentless in her teachings at times.

Neteyam was the one who encountered most difficulties in mastering the simple technique, despite his diligent nature. “No it’s wrong, concentrate! Make way for air through the abdomen, then guide it towards your upper body, like this” placing one hand on his heart, and the other on his stomach, you traced the stripes of the torso to mimic the flow of oxygen. But his heartbeat still didn’t calm.

“Slow your pulse, you must breathe slowly”

“I can’t”

sitting as still as a leaf he retorques in a small voice, unable to meet your eyes. “Please remove your hands, I’ll try again”. He gingerly gripped away your grasp of his chest and attempted to regain composure, this time applying the advice you gave previously. “What an odd personality” you thought to yourself.

After learning the basics, the lessons moved onto an intermediate level : ilu riding. By successfully performing the tsaheylu (which took a while getting used to) it came time to test the waters. Lo’ak fell face-first again and again trying to impress Tsireya, while Teyam and I giggled from the sidelines of the ridiculous spectacle unfolding before us.

“Don’t be like him, hold the harness tightly and you won’t fall”.

“It’s no different from Ikrans right?”

Chewing out his nerves, Neteyam feinted confidence up until the instant his ilu jerked him off and beyond into the bae, making him spit salt water in distaste. Yet putting his pride aside, the boy indulged in the little laughs you weren’t so good at concealing that had both of you crack up in unison.

“I think you need a little more practice bigwig”.

As he made his way back to the shoreline, you took notice of his extrinsic features that somehow never appealed to you before.. the sight of him drenched, with drops of sea beads trickling down his neck, and the way his tone arms just glistened- oh Eywa. You felt ashamed for checking out Jake Sully’s son, and soon-to-be Clan leader. Surely he must have been exceedingly popular with the females from his homeland. He must’ve already been mated. Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, you cooled your head off by joining Neteyam in the cold water.

“I heard it was your birthday. Happy coming of age Layia”

It was just before Eclipse when Neteyam showed up by the remote lagoons with a small bouquet of syulangs, and a starconch pearl necklace in hand. Everyone had been preparing wishes and presents for your special day, but his was unexpectedly precious.

“Turn around, I’ll put it on you”

little did he know that your heart was quietly thumping from his light touch. You had become genuinely close through the time spent off riding your ilus until sunset each day. He told you all about his land and you shared knowledge about yours too. Ultimately, unbeknownst the two of you, feelings had ineluctably matured from the fertile friendship.

“It’s beautiful Teyam, thank you”

“You’re beautiful”

The last comment had you biting back your lower lip, unsure of what to respond. Was he being thoughtful ? Or was he courting you? Not knowing the answers to these questions had you silently anticipating, but for what exactly? Granted, his following inquiries brought you tipping over the edge.

“Now that you’re of age, have you chosen a mate yet?”

“No, I haven’t thought about it. What about you? Have you been mated?”

“I’ve chosen a woman, but she has yet to choose me back.”

For the first time, you felt your breath uneasy. You’d be lying to say you weren’t jealous. The thought of him with another choke your heart, tears also began to stir. Before revealing a vulnerable state you readied yourself to leave, but was stopped halfway by a back hug.

“Oel ngati kameie Leyia, it has always been you”

“You’re lying, it can’t be true”

“There’s only you, will you be my mate?”

Turning around, you met his gentle stare awaiting your response. He was sincere.

“Yes, I will, ma na’rìng ‘evan”.

/𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑊𝑂 :

[tauriatalksmonkeys]

Alternate Evil Ages: A Bulletfic

so @sweetcircuits & i were talking about Evil Ages for unrelated reasons & my brain fed me this idea, so!

it started with me once again dwelling on my thoughts on Evil Ages (fun & cute but also, frustrating bc it's all earth/american-centric history when shuggazoom is a separate planet, & it would have been rly cool to see unique lore/eras. tho it being a 00's kids show i understand why that's not what we got)

and THEN i started thinking about like, the eras of the show we DID get to see--a glimpse of Scrapperton-era Shuggazoom, and then, of course, Cap's flashbacks to the Golden Age.

which THEN led me to, uh. this.

(also BIG thank you to @sweetcircuits who both encouraged me to write this & also was a big help with making sure it worked with the episode <3 ilu)

Instead of landing in the Prehistoric-era, Chiro & Nova land in Shuggazoom. Kind of. It's... different. Recognizably home, but altered enough they feel like strangers. There are buildings missing on the skyline. Some are shorter than they remember. Others are wearing different logos, painted alternate colors. Hovercars whiz down the street, but not the cars of their memory. These ones are shiny chrome with sharp angles and boxy fronts.

They wander the streets, looking for any clue as to what the heck is going on. And then they see people running. They share a glance before they take off running as well, towards the source of the disturbance, not away.

I like the idea of them reaching the place where the Robot is now parked, but it could just as easily be the site of the museum, a town plaza, a park---it doesn't really matter. What matters is what they see:

A man who looks awfully like the museum curator stands in the center, surrounded by giant, creepy puppets with abnormally wide grins. Across from him, a stranger hovers several feet off the ground. He's clad in black and white and orange, a cape billowing from his shoulders. His uniform is familiar; Chiro is wearing it's match right now. But it's not the uniform that really draws the eye.

It's the helmet.

"He's wearing our logo," Chiro says dumbly. He meets Nova's eyes, and sees his confusion echoed there.

Chiro doesn't get a chance to ask what it could mean.

The stranger says--- "You won't get away with this, Puppeteer!"

And the curator-lookalike laughs. "I already have!" He raises a set of pipes to his lips, and begins to blow. The puppets fly forward, hands raised to hurt, and the stranger throws bolts of electricity. It's enough to startle both Nova and Chiro into the fray, joining the stranger.

They are, of course, overwhelmed, defeated, and they wake up in the dungeon with the others, no sign of the helmeted stranger. They don't think about it, for a bit; instead focused on stopping and defeating the Curator.

And then the episode ends. The Curator is gone, disappeared to who-knows-where, or when. The team returns to Shuggazoom, where the dolls sit on display; small and life-less once more. Among them is the stranger. Chiro picks him up, looks at him. He's never heard of any other heroes on Shuggazoom---but then, history was never his best subject. (That's what he has Antauri for, now.)

Speaking of. Antauri approaches. "What have you found?" he asks, and this prompts Chiro to explain the bubble that he and Nova were caught in.

Antauri, too, seems mystified.

On a whim, Chiro pulls at the helmet. It slips off. (Ignore that this doesn't make sense, please and thanks.) It doesn't make sense, but he's half expecting to see the Alchemist. He doesn't. The monkeys have gathered around, now, and upon the sight of the stranger's face, their heads tilt. The doll is simple, of course, but there's enough detail before them. Short, slightly spiky brown hair. Dark eyes. Chiro thinks he's meant to be handsome.

"He looks... familiar," Nova says, visibly unsettled. The other monkeys nod, slowly, just as unnerved. Just as perplexed.

"Who IS he?" Chiro asks.

Episode fade-out.

Four episodes later, they track down a mysterious signal... and find a helmeted stranger.

[ddaenggtan]

say you want passion (i think you found it) | M

you’re a tease. he’s tired of it.

pairing | shownu x fem!reader

wc | 6.5k

genre/warning | Covid doesnt exist sorry, big dick shownu, sweetheart shownu, dom shownu, sub reader, shownu is called hyunwoo in this, he also likes to be called daddy dont judge, sloppy blowjobs, but still, blowjobs, Shownu eats pussy like a CHAMP, Strength Kink, praise, degradation, degrading praise, this is HIGHLY specialized, you've been warned, deepthroating, DEEP deepthroating at that, nsfw pictures, aka shownu likes to remember it when he does a good job so he takes a picture bc it lasts longer uwu, talking with your mouth full (ill let u guess), doggystyle, teasing, brief nipple play, hickeys, begging, dumbification, rough sex, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, coming inside, gspot shenanigans, this is genuinely so unrealistic please do not think sex is like this ever in real life, i mean literally ever if you ever fuck someone and it's like this then they aren't real they're a fae or a god or some shit okay, aftercare, shownu uses 3-in-1 because He Does, Barely Edited by the grace of @personawife​‘s beta that she fit in when she could ilu, 

a/n | first n last shownu smut specifically bc its leilas birthday (@honiboyyoon​). u better enjoy this. (side note for anyone who isn’t into shownu smut, but is curious: there’s a namjoon version on ao3 that i’ll link here), but this took entirely too much effort and i did my damndest to fit as many things that ur into in this one fic as i possibly could. i hope this makes up for u probably never getting the vampire maknae line foursome i kept promising you sdfkldjsfasdf

The front door opens as you step out of the car, and you grin as your boyfriend appears in the frame. He grins at you and your best friend and you search his expression for a sign of anything other than his usual sweetness, but find none. You resist the urge to pout - you won’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Good luck!” Your best friend teases. You roll your eyes at her - she knows precisely what you envisioned upon arriving back to the quaint little house you call home with Hyunwoo. It’s the reason you wore this outfit, and tried on the clothes you did whilst shopping, and sent him selfies in the poses you did. 

You’re on a mission, dammit. It’s been weeks - literal weeks, not even an exaggeration - since you were properly fucked, and you’re fairly tired of prancing around the house in your shortest shorts and deepest v-necks so that when you bend over just right to water your fern, he gets the perfect eyeful. It’s exhausting to try to send all these signals all day every day - but you know how flustered he gets when you ask him directly, so you tried a different tactic. You were being nice!

And it hasn’t worked. At all. He’s offered to help you water your plants, to let you borrow his flannel pajamas in case you’re cold, and even to buy you a sweater, at one point. 

In August. 

So suffice to say, you’re getting a little tired of him being oblivious. So you’d called up your best friend and invited her to go shopping with you, and yes, it was also very fun to hang out with her and get boba, but she’s also the master of hyping you up and making you feel sexy and desirable, so it was truly a win-win.

Plus, she color-coordinated her own houndstooth pantsuit with your pink houndstooth skirt/blazer combo, so really, you should send her a fruit basket or something. Maybe cookies. 

The point remains that your boyfriend hasn’t responded to any of your borderline pornographic selfies or the very pointed videos of you holding various sex toys and asking if it would fit. You’re at your wit’s end, and you were really hoping that it would truly get through to him this time that you want nothing more than to be railed against the mattress so hard that you cry. 

You’re a simple girl, after all. 

But no! He’s got that sweet smile on his face as you carry your shopping bags in one hand and your purse in the other, carefully sidestepping the cosmos he’d just planted the other day so you wouldn’t step all over his hard work. His smile widens when you reach the door, and he presses a sweet, gentle kiss against your forehead that has you on the verge of tears. 

He waves again to your best friend as she drives off, and as usual snags your shopping bags out of your hand so he can place them beside the door. You’ve already pulled your blazer off to hang in the entryway closet by the time he’s shut the door, and you gasp as you’re jerked back. His hands are on either side of your head, braced against the front door like it’s the only thing keeping him up, and you struggle to focus on anything that isn’t the way his muscles flex.

“Do you have any idea what today was like for me?” He growls. The sound of it brings heat between your thighs, and you resist the urge to cheer. 

“Sorry, should I not have sent you any selfies today?” You ask, keeping your voice as light and innocent as you can. He makes eye contact with you; there’s a fire in his eyes you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. “Did you not like them?”

“You know damn well what I thought of them,” he mutters, one hand coming down to rest on your hip. “I’ve tried so hard lately, y’know? The tiny shorts with your ass hanging out, the shirts that show everything when you bend over. God, the bending.”

“Really?” You breathe. It’s always exhilarating to know that you’re desired, but this is nearly heady. He fixes his gaze on you, eyes burning, and your smile softens slightly. 

“I was trying,” he says, clearly holding himself back, “To be a good boyfriend. To make sure that you know that I want more from you than just sex, and that I value you as more than just someone attractive. I was trying so hard to prove that you– that we have more between us than that. That I respect you more than that.”

“So don’t respect me.” You say it like it’s obvious, because it is. You’ve been laying down signals galore the past few weeks, and clearly he did not get the memo. 

“I’m always going to respect you,” he says instead, sighing slightly as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to disrespect you, you’re worth more than that. But fuck, all I wanna do is fuck you stupid right now.”

“Please,” you whisper, biting your lip. It’s all you’ve wanted for weeks and now you might finally - finally - get it. “Disrespect me, daddy.”

The hand on your hip tightens, no doubt bruising the skin, and you gasp at the feeling. Hyunwoo makes eye contact - just long enough to make sure that you’re on board for whatever it is he’s about to do. 

He could probably suggest a number of things that you’ve never considered and you’d say yes, at this point - you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re desperate. 

The hand on your hips lowers - he traces all the way down your thigh and to the back of your knee before travelling back up, this time under your skirt. He kisses you as he does it - long, heated kisses that make your head spin so perfectly that you don’t know what he’s doing until he glides a finger across your clothed core. 

You gasp into the kiss, but it doesn’t deter him. He pulls down, kissing and biting down your jaw to your neck as his fingers trace over you once more. You can feel him smile against your skin. 

“You’re already soaked,” he tuts. “You’ve ruined this pair, princess. How naughty of you. Would you like daddy to take them off?”

“Yes!” You moan as his fingers ghost over your folds once more. 

“Yes what?” He asks, and you could cry with how much you want him. 

“Yes, daddy,” you tell him, and he smiles once more. It’s blinding, how bright he is when he smiles like that, and for a second you’re breathless. Then you feel them - his hands, burning a trail along your thigh to tug at the band of your underwear. It only takes him a few seconds to pull them down as he bends, and he kisses your thigh as he brings one of your legs up so he can slide them off completely. 

He was right - they are ruined, the evidence of your arousal immediately apparent by the large wet spot in the center. He doesn’t bother to slide them off your other leg, though - just lets them hang from your ankle, no doubt as a reminder of how strongly he affects you.

He presses kisses to every bit of skin he can as he stands fully upright once more, suckling a mark into your collarbone that you’ll absolutely cherish when you have to cover it up before work tomorrow. 

His hands don’t leave your thighs - warm and strong and utterly distracting, you can’t take your mind off them as he kisses you again, heady and intoxicating. You feel it as one hand travels back underneath your skirt again, gliding between your thighs. 

A moan sticks in your throat as his fingers slide in between your folds - the feeling of them teasing against your hole before they move to rub light circles into your clit is nearly too much to handle. 

“Hyunwoo, please–”

“Patience,” he interrupts. You can hear the smile in his voice as he slides over your hole once more, spreading your arousal across your lips before teasing your clit again. “Good girls have patience, right, princess?”

You whimper, hips arching off the door to try to guide his finger inside of you. It’s a futile attempt - he just returns to the slow, infuriating circles on your clit, and you would cry if it didn’t feel as good as it does. 

It could be hours or it could be seconds that he continues this pattern - slow, maddening circles on your clit, then the slightest bit of a tease at your hole, just enough to make you think that maybe he’ll fuck you with his fingers, before he returns to the circles. It’s enough to make a stronger woman cry, and you can’t help the whines that you let out when he once again deprives you of the fuck you so desperately want. 

“Please just fuck me,” you finally break, hands moving from where they’re wrapped around his neck to circle his waist and do your best to pull him in closer. You can feel him against your thigh, warm and thick and big, and you want him. 

He hisses when you grind against him, and the one hand that remains on your hip tightens ever so slightly. “You’re being very bad, princess,” he chastises, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind is focused on the memory of what he felt like inside you, and you’re ready to burst with need.

“I don’t care,” you tell him firmly, hands sliding up under his shirt to run your nails against his muscled torso. “I don’t care, I need you, please, I just want–”

“I know,” he cuts you off. His hands disappear from you entirely, but only for a moment - before you know it, two large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding yours out of his shirt. You can't stop whimpering, caught between the memory of the last time he was between your thighs and the reality of his lips against your skin.

Hyunwoo drops - he hits the wooden floor with a muffled thud, and before you can even react, his hands are underneath your skirt. He pushes it upwards, muttering something almost reverent about thighs as he does, and then he’s pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs. His hands don’t stop, though - they keep going, shoving your skirt up until it pools around your waist.

“H-Hyunwoo—”

“Ssh,” he whispers, giving your thigh a light bite. A heartbeat later and you can feel his warm breath against your folds. “You wanted to feel good, right?”

“Yes, please,” you breathe, hands instinctively tangling in his soft brown hair. 

“Then be a good slut for me, and stay still while I make you feel good." 

You stifle a whimper - he knows what his words do to you, and you jolt as his tongue gently nudges against your folds. There's no stopping the soft sigh that falls from your lips as he delves deeper, ghosting across your swollen clit to nudge against your hole. He's tentative, teasing with his movements - he likes to make you wait, tease you until you're grinding against his mouth.

You doubt this will be an exception.

A moan is thrust out of you as you feel your hole stretch slightly. Not much, not far - just enough to accommodate him as he fucks your hole with his tongue. It's just the right side of unsatisfying - you're aching, absolutely dripping for him, and this is just enough to whet your appetite and make you hungry for more.

You can feel his smile against you, and you already know what's coming - still, it's disappointing when he pulls his tongue out. You whine, unashamed of how you must sound or how loud you may be, and he chuckles.

"Patience, baby girl," he breathes. Warm air flows over you, and your hands move to tangle in his hair. His tongue shifts again, lapping at your clit for long enough that you think you may cum before he stops to draw mind-numbing circles around it instead.

Time bends around the two of you - it always does when he's between your thighs like this, when he's teasing and deliberate with every swipe of his tongue against you, every press of him against your hole. He edges you for so long; slow circles around your clit turn to quick thrusts inside of you that shift into laps against your hole that drag upward, just barely catching your clit before they stop.

You're sure there would be a puddle on the floor were it not for his dedication. The entire house is filled with the sounds of his mouth against you, only drowned out by the sound of your cries as he begins to suck on your clit.

Your knees quake on either side of his head, and he doesn't hesitate to bring his hands up behind your thighs. Without a second thought, he lifts - not even pausing in his mission, tongue still thrusting into you at an almost absurd rate - and then your thighs are resting atop his shoulders. You gasp, both in shock and in pleasure as he lets his teeth graze ever so lightly against that bundle of nerves.

This isn't the first time he's done this - put you on his shoulders and left you there while he eats you out within an inch of your life - but it's the first time in a long time, and it has you seeing stars as one of your hands stays tangled in his hair and the other is braced against the wall beside you.

"Hyunwoo, please–" You beg, but you can't catch your breath long enough between moans to say anything more. He sucks again, the flat of his tongue gliding over your clit as it's pulled into his mouth once more, and your vision goes white. Your knees quake, and you're sure that if you had been standing, you wouldn't be anymore.

"That's my girl," Hyunwoo praises after he's done cleaning up your cum. When you can see again, you realize he's set you down on the floor and is slowly massaging your thighs.

"Hyun, I....please....can you–"

"You want me to fuck you stupid, baby?" He asks. His tone is a little patronizing, but that's okay, because it only serves to turn you on more. "Does my sweet little whore need my cock in her?"

"Yes, please," you whimper, hips tilting upwards against nothing of their own accord.

Hyunwoo stands and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweats. A few moments later he's pulled them down just enough to free himself. Your mouth drops open slightly when you finally lay eyes on him - you know he's big. You know that he is big, you've had his entire length inside of you several times now and you've felt it for days after each time, but it still never fails to shock you.

Because he is big. Thick, so thick you can hardly wrap your entire fist around him, and long, with the perfect curve that hits that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. His dick is nearly as perfect as he is, and that is a very high bar.

It's also so hard that you can see it throbbing, jumping every so often as his muscles tense.

"You want me to make you come with my cock, right, baby?" He asks, once again using that patronizing tone that makes heat creep across your cheeks.

You nod.

"Then you're going to have to ask nicely, aren't you?" He prods.

"Please, daddy," you say without hesitation, "Please fuck me, I want you to make me cum so hard that I cry, I want to be a good slut for you."

"Very good, baby," he praises. "Now I want you to prove that you mean it. Can you be a good little whore and suck my cock?"

You lean forward, not even bothering to use your hands because your bones still feel like jelly. You run your tongue across the tip of him, giving small kitten licks to the slit just how he likes. A groan rumbles through him, and he lets out a soft gasp as you slip your tongue down to wet the shaft as well. 

"Fuck, princess," he moans, "I think you've gotten even better at this."

Encouraged, you let your mouth hang open– just barely wide enough to get your lips around the shaft– and let your tongue rest on your spit-slick lips. You glance up long enough to see that Hyunwoo's eyes are blown wide with his desire before you mouth sloppily down his dick. It's messy and would probably be disgusting if it were anyone but the two of you and Hyunwoo didn't have that look in his eyes that promises you'll remember tonight for several weeks. 

His hands move, one adjusting his grip on the doorframe as you suck the head of his cock between your lips while the other comes down to grip one of the two buns you put your hair in that morning. He tugs - not hard, not yet, but firmly enough that it stings slightly and makes you keen.

"If you're going to make a mess, don't you think you should clean it up?" He asks. You lift a brow and he grins. "Clearly you're not that tired if you still have an attitude."

"No," you whine, "I am tired, my bones are basically nonexistent right now thanks to you."

The hand in your hair loosens slightly, and Hyunwoo tuts. "I have to do all the work, huh? Then get on your knees for me, baby girl, so I can use you like a good toy." 

You rush to comply, and only wince a bit at the feeling of the cold floor against your knees. His hand stays where it is the entire time you're moving, but he waits until you're sitting still, legs folded under you and giving you that extra bit of height you'll need. 

"Let me know if it's too much," Hyunwoo commands, and you nod. His eyes darken, slightly, and he runs his thumb along your jaw. "What's the signal?"

"Two taps on your thigh," You tell him, not for the first time. He's always so careful beforehand, and while you appreciate just how much he cares about you, you also are sick of just staring at his cock, and your mouth is beginning to water. 

Hyunwoo coos slightly, and the hand in your hair shifts to guide rather than just anchor. "You're always so good for me," he mutters as he slides the tip past your lips. "Always such a good little slut." 

You don't stop the whimper that escapes your throat – he loves them, and you know it. Your mouth is lax, nothing more than a hole for him to fill as he sees fit, and there's the slightest twinge of complaint as your jaw begins to stretch. 

You ignore it, determined to get as much of him as possible this time. You've practiced for this, nearly every day, since the last time and you're not stopping until you beat your record. 

Hyunwoo sighs as he hits the back of your throat. "God, you're perfect," he mutters as he begins to slide back out. You let your jaw relax a bit as he does, and when just the tip rests on your tongue, you give it a small kiss, just because you can. 

Hyunwoo smiles, gaze softening for a split second. "Hands in position, baby girl," he reminds you, and you do as he says – one hand on back of each of his thighs, so you can tap out if you need to. 

Also so you can feel those incredible muscles flex as he starts shallow thrusts, rippling and tensing under your fingers. If your mouth weren't otherwise occupied, you'd bite them. 

Hyunwoo continues carefully, testing just how much of himself can fit before you start to gag on his length….and just how long you can choke before you really start to need air. 

He pulls back before you even need to tap out, always careful to keep an eye on you for any warning signs. He slides back in and waits until he hits the back of your throat again, pushing slightly further, and just as he's about to begin pulling back out, you look up at him with wide eyes.

You know you look like a mess; drool gathering on your lips because your mouth is too full to hold it, tears streaming down your cheeks from your attempts to stop gagging. Hyunwoo loves it when you look ruined like this, adores taking your perfectly crafted image and crumbling it to pieces in his hands. 

So it's no surprise when he lets out a low moan, or when he lets himself slip a little further down your throat. This is as far as he's ever gotten and you want him to know how good you are, how hard you've been practicing  with the toys underneath your bed. He slides out, precum dripping onto your tongue as he does, and you bat your lashes at him.

"Use me," you tell him. "Use me like the toy that I am for you, Daddy." Something darkens in his eyes and he doesn't hesitate to thrust  back in.

Your eyes water with the force of it and you don't stop the moan that escapes you as he slides deeper down your throat than he's ever been before. There's still a couple inches left before he'd be fully sheathed, but Hyunwoo doesn't even seem to notice as he pulls out just to thrust back in.

Neither of you are quiet — you can barely hear the wet squelch of your mouth. It's drowned out by the moans he draws from you, which in turn pull moans from him between the words he growls out.

"God, you're so perfect," he mutters as he fucks your throat with abandon. "The perfect angel slut, so good at getting throatfucked, just made for my cock no matter where it goes, huh? You're such a good whore, you're probably fucking soaked just from my dick in your mouth, aren't you?"

You whimper around him and he speeds up, relentless; he's not wrong either — you are soaked, can feel it between your thighs as your hips rock fruitlessly against empty air.

"Oh, look at you," Hyunwoo coos, "So desperate to be fucked while sucking me off. Maybe one day I'll get one of your buddies over here to fuck your throat while you ride my cock, since you're so desperate to get used like a good slut. But I don't even think that'll be enough, will it? Because they won't be me." He thrusts a little deeper, a little rougher, and you aren't sure if the noises you're making are as loud as they seem to you but either way, they only serve to egg him on. 

"No," Hyunwoo continues, "They won't be Daddy, will they? They won't be able to get this deep in your throat, won't be able to fuck you like this. And you know why? Because this is my hole." He punctuates the sentence with a sharp thrust and you squeeze the backs of his thighs to show your agreement. "You're my perfect slut. My good little whore. Isn't that right, baby girl?"

You squeeze the backs of his thighs again, but it isn't enough. He stills, still buried nearly to the hilt inside you, and cocks a brow.

"Well? Aren't you my perfect whore?" Your face flames, heat burning in your cheeks. Your jaw aches from being stretched for so long, there spit and precum dripping down your chin  and you can feel him throbbing in your throat. 

And Hyunwoo looks expectant. He wants to hear you agree with him, wants you to remind yourself of this fact.

You don't even blink when he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his sweats. You can't see what he does, but based on how he angles it and the shallow thrusts he gives without looking away from the screen, you can guess. 

"Aw, is my baby girl getting shy now?" He teases as you make eye contact with the lens and feel your face heat up. "Don't even worry about it, baby. I just wanna remember how fucking perfect you look right now forever. My perfect cocksucking slut."

You whimper, pussy clenching around nothing and you're overcome with a sudden need to feel him inside you.

"Are you gonna be a good slut now?" Hyunwoo continues, still recording. "Are you daddy's good slut?" You nod and can't stop the reflexive swallow as he goes even deeper. Hyunwoo groans at the feeling and you can see his grip on his phone tighten for a moment.

"Say it," he commands when his eyes open once more. "I want to hear you say it."

" 'm 'a'y's 'er'ec' 'ore," you moan. It doesn't even sound like words, at this point, but when you look back up at him with wide eyes. Hyunwoo looks proud.

"You absolutely are," he whispers. He hits a button and then pockets his phone again. He slides carefully out of your mouth and casually strokes his cock with one hand as he wipes spit from your face with the other. "I think you've been a perfect angel, baby girl, so you've earned your reward. Where would you like it?"

"Bed, please, Daddy." Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but you don't care, and Hyunwoo doesn't seem to either as he pulls his sweats up and then bends. The world spins for a moment and then steadies, and you realize he's got you in his arms. Hyunwoo carries you like a princess towards the room you share, and tosses you on the bed without hesitation.

Your eyes widen as he starts to strip out of his clothes, and you can't deny that you enjoy the show. The torso of muscles all rippling, the golden skin all shining, the desire in his eyes. Then the sweats — they hit the ground with a thud and you idly hope his phone is alright before you remember there are more important things right now.

He is, unsurprisingly, still hard — almost painfully so, a deep swollen pink at the head and jumping every so often. The vein running up the underside is throbbing, and you can actually feel yourself get wetter with anticipation.

One knee rests on the mattress, then the other, and Hyunwoo is crawling towards you on his hands and knees, and you can see every muscle as it shifts and fuck you love this man.

"I love you," you tell him, not for the first time. He breaks for a second, a bright smile taking over his face.

"I love you," he replies, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "Can we take those clothes off now, baby, because as great as you look, you're even better naked."

Breath catches in your throat and you nod. Hyunwoo is almost reverent as his hands glide up your thighs and is exceedingly gentle as he slides down the zipper and then the skirt itself. He smiles again, almost shy, and you can't help but marvel at the fact that this is the same man who bad you gagging on his dick not five minutes ago.

He leans in and gently nudges your nose with his, but when you lean forward to kiss him, he backs away with a playful grin. His warm hand rests on your waist and he leans in again only to dart back when you try to kiss him — not far, though. He's still close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath mix with yours, but it's still infuriating. 

You pout at him, and his smile just grows. "What is it?" He asks, teasing. "What do you want?" His lips ghost over yours as he speaks and it nearly breaks you.

"You," You whine. "I want you."

"You have me." He leans forward then, capturing your lips with an intensity you haven't seen in a long time. His mouth moves against yours and it's firm, commanding, and absolutely intoxicating as he pulls back just to lightly bite your lips. It's not rough, not really, but it's fiery and exciting and everything you've wanted. 

He presses closer, nimble fingers undoing the buttons of your blouse in what seems like an instant. Warm hands cross your spine and then your bra is gone, too. His skin seems to meld to yours, hands moving everywhere as he lays you back. 

Your breath hitches when you feel him against your entrance and he smiles into the bruise he's sucking into your throat. 

"You're so fucking wet, baby," he breathes as his tip teases against your entrance. "You're always so wet for me, so ready to be fucked. Just a perfect fucking whore, huh?" He slides in then, but only a bit. Just like before, it's just barely enough for you to feel him stretching you out. Just a tease of what's to come.

"Hyunwoo," you whine. You can see the amusement in his eyes as he chuckles.

"What is it? You want more?" He slides in further, but just a centimeter. You whine again, pushing your hips up against his to try to push him deeper. You can feel yourself throbbing, aching, for him, and you're tired of being teased. You want to be full. 

You tell him as much, watching his pupils dilate with every word until there's hardly any iris left to be seen. 

"Is that so?" He mutters, almost to himself. "Well, your wish is my command." He slides in, slowly, but this time he doesn't stop. He just keeps going and going and going, until you can feel him at your cervix. It stings – you're stretched so far, and he's so deep inside – but you relish it. 

"Beautiful," Hyunwoo mutters as he begins to slide back out, inch by agonizing inch. You whimper as the tip nearly slides out, too, and your hips lift of their own accord. Hyunwoo takes the hint and pushes back in; he creates a rhythm, one so slow, so maddening, that you're on the verge of tears as you whine and whimper underneath him. 

He notices your frustration, pulls himself away from lazily mouthing at your nipples, and hums. 

"What's wrong, baby? You aren't satisfied yet?" He gives you that Boy-Next-Door grin that you know hides a demon behind it. "Are you going to ask nicely again? Tell me no one fills you up like I do and beg me to fuck you the way you want? You look so pretty when you beg."

Any other time, you wouldn't. You would at least hesitate, make him work a little harder for your pleas. But you're desperate and frustrated and have no shame, so you don't hesitate. 

"Please, Daddy," you beg, letting your legs fall open and arching your back so his eyes drop lower and lower. "Please, Daddy, no one can fill this pussy like you do, no one can fuck my holes like you. Pl–please," you moan as he slides entirely inside once more, "Please fuck me right, make me come on your cock, I wan– wanna be fucked stupid, want you to– to fuck me stupid, please, wanna be Daddy's perfect slut, pl– Ah!"

You can't help your surprised gasp as Hyunwoo flips you onto your stomach with a low growl.

Warmth drapes along your back as you rise up, palms splayed across the sheets and elbows locked to keep you upright; his skin is sweat-slick and heated against your own, and a shiver runs down your spine when he pauses to runs his teeth along the lobe of your ear. 

"You are the best part of my life," he announces.

Butterflies explode in your belly a split second before he slides out of you.

"And I'm gonna make you cum so hard that you'll never forget that fact."

"Hyunwo— Oh!"

He thrusts into you with enough force to toss you into the headboard, had he not planted one hand firmly on your hip and had the other curled around your breast to tease your nipple. 

"You like that?" Hyunwoo asks with a smile in his voice. He repeats the movement and you clench around him as you gasp out a moan.  It's all you can do to nod and he flicks your nipple in response. "Good."

He lifts up, both hands now holding you steady by an iron grip on your hips, and readjusts his legs so yours are spread slightly wider. Your arms are trembling but you pay them no mind. 

Until Hyunwoo thrusts forward, pulling back just as quickly only to bury himself again, a heartbeat later. His pace is absolutely merciless; the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, mixing beautifully with the wet slide as he shoves back in and the rough, throat moans that he pulls from you. Your vision swims, and you can't concentrate on anything else as he gives you the fucking that's been haunting your dreams every night. 

He adjusts his grip, one hand moving to sit firmly on the small of your back and press you down just a bit. The angle shifts – not much, but enough that the next time he pounds into you, he thrusts right up against that spot that makes your toes curl. 

You cry out, vision going white as he hits it again, and again, and again, absolutely ruthless in his mission. Your muscles go weak, biceps twitching as they give out, and then you're face down in the mattress. Hyunwoo doesn't hesitate, just ghosts his palm down to rest between your shoulders and keep you in place. 

He might be talking – you certainly think you hear the low tones of his voice as he speaks to you, but you can't make out words. It's too much work, too many syllables, too much effort to try to work past the haze that blankets your mind. You can still feel him, pumping in and out of your gushing pussy — the stretch barely stings anymore, and he throbs inside of you.  Each thrust is still perfectly angled to hit that mind-numbing place that keeps you from doing anything more than screeching his name. 

He slows, immediately switching from speed to power as he manages to put even more force behind his hips. The hand in your back moves, as does the one on your hip and then you're rising.

A warm palm across your throat – not choking,  just keeping you in place while the other traces along your spread thigh. 

There are words – something your brain is too fried to make out, and then a rumble that vibrates through you. A laugh. His thrusts get a little faster as he fucks up into you, and you're dimly aware of his fingers slipping between your folds. 

Someone screams — no, not someone. You. You scream, something so loud and provocative that it can't even be called a moan anymore, as he begins to rub circles around your clit. Orgasms rock through you,  every part of your body going boneless even as you shake from the force of it. It's impossible to tell when it stops, if it stops – the aftershocks are strong and he still hasn't stopped fucking you, though he's slower and gentler now, letting you ride it out on his cock. 

"……perfect for me, " you hear him whisper as you're senses come back. "Absolutely perfect, an amazing fucking— just divine, you are."

"Hyun," you manage, and it's no shock that you sound absolutely wrecked.  "D– Daddy."

"I'm here, baby girl," he mutters, "What do you need?"

"You," You respond instantly. "Want you, wanna fee– feel it, want you to fill me, please, in– ah, inside, want you dripping ou–" You're cut off once more as your body heaves with yet another aftershock, clenching around his hard length again. 

"Whatever you want, baby," he promises. "Can you come once more for me, baby girl? Just one more time so we can come together?"

"Mm…." You pause, taking the best inventory you can as your muscles jolt again. You consider lying to him, or just omitting this, because you know he'll never stop reminding you of it, but decide against it. Instead, you quietly admit,  "I don't think I ever stopped."

"Oh, fuck," he breathes. Within moments, you can feel his thrusts turn more erratic, more frenzied, and then you're impossibly fuller even as something warm drips down the inside of your thigh. 

He's gentle as he lays you down on the bedspread, exceedingly so as he pulls his softening cock out of you. His weight disappears from the bed for a few minutes that seem to stretch into hours, and then the mattress dips, and his soft smile appears once more. 

"Here sweetheart, drink this." He hands you a familiar cup and when you take a sip, the water is cool and refreshing. Wet warmth, surprising but pleasant, glides along your inner thigh and you look down to see him cleaning you up. 

"Mm, this is quite possibly the perfect view," you tease, wagging your brows as you make a show of checking out his muscular arms. It makes him laugh, the soft one that's just for when you're being ridiculous. 

"Drunk your water, you menace," he commands as he continues to wipe. "You're gonna need to replenish your fluids, after all that." He looks pointedly towards the bed and you follow his gaze, face heating when your eyes land on the rather sizable wet spot staining the sheets. 

"Whoops?" You offer. When you look back at him, he only looks fond. 

"Don't even start, it was hot. Besides, they needed to be put in the wash anyway.  I'll start them after you get into the bath." He gives over you, taking kisses along every piece of skin he can until he reaches your lips. You can't help the way your breath catches – even after all this time, he manages to make you breathless over the smallest things.

He peppers kisses along your cheeks, and nose, and everywhere else until you're giggling and trying to turn away from him. Unfortunately, with his arms on either side of you, you're fairly well trapped, so you settle for fucking your head into his neck instead. 

You pause. Sniff again. Back up. He looks sheepish, like he already knows what you're going to say. 

"We were out of the fancy stuff—" He tries, but you don't let him. 

"You used that 3-in-1 shit again?" You demand. "Actual body wash isn't even fancy, it's what normal people use! That's it, you're coming into the bath with me after you start the laundry so that I can make sure you didn't use it in your hair, too."

He smiles again, though you have a sneaking suspicion that he's just humoring you when he nods and says, "Whatever you want."

[ktb0331]

This or that yr edition Simple rules: What would you rather see? No choosing both, and no choosing none! and tag whoever you want to join

I didn’t get tagged I just wanted to do it 😅 also my thoughts because I can’t shut up 😁

Forehead kiss // knuckle kiss - Wilhelm punching August // Simon punching August

The satisfaction it would bring me is uncanny.

- kissing in the rain // kissing in the snow - Wilhelm dating a girl // Simon dating another guy

Listen, because with a girl he won’t probably develop feelings and he can search his sexuality a little also if he wants

- snowball fight // skinny dipping -

This would be so scandalous and I love it.

passionated first kiss // emotional first kiss -

I want the kiss to like start off as emotional and them go up into passionate or the other way around where it starts passionate but finishes emotional

hidden private relationship // open public relationship

Private but not a secret. Like the people will now or suspect they are a couple but it will be a very private one

- Wilhelm wearing Simon's hoodie // Simon wearing Wilhelm's scarf -

I want people to realize Simon is wearing willies scarf but also I can’t forget the iconic purple hoodie.

Simon talking to Wilhelm about his childhood traumas // Wilhelm talking to Simon about his anxiety

How can I even chose?!

- Wilhelm saying ILU // Simon saying ILU - abdicate // not abdicate

I want them to be kings together and make history 😩

- Wilhelm crying // Simon crying

Emotional damage 🤪

- piggyback // piggy front

I want both of them to do it. Like willie just randomly does it to simon and then simon randomly die sit to willie

- Wilhelm playing with Simon's hair // Simon playing with Wilhelm's hair

His hair is getting to short for him to play with it 😭

- little spoon Wilhelm // big spoon Wilhelm - Wilhelm cooking pasta for Simon // Simon cooking pasta for Wilhelm

Domestic willie 🥰

- sleepover in bjarstad // sleepover at the castle.

This would be amazing but probably won’t happen.

I did this for fun and just got onto this app so I don’t actually have people to tag wet 😅 read for fun I guess😂

[sophie-writings]

Pro!Hero headcanons for Bakugou Kaminari and a character of your choice where it's their crush's first covert mission and they have to dress sexy for it. Their crush is many things...Sexy is not one of those things. They've never worn makeup, sweatpants over short skirts, awkward and clumsy and have the sex appeal of a wet stick. But still manages to fluster their crush

I lOVED this request, i love undercover missions 🥺💖

i chose Shinsou because i love seeing @necccomancy suffer (ilu)

Characters: Pro!Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki and Shinsou Hitoshi

Type: Headcanons

Bakugou Katsuki 

☁️Bakugou let’s out a muffled laugh when the boss explains the mission.

☁️"Todoroki, you'll be the limo driver. Uraraka and Midoriya, you're couple number 1. And Bakugou and Y/n, you're couple number 2".

☁️Bakugou knows you hated that idea.

☁️You went to UA together and he had never seen you using makeup, wearing a dress or skirt without leggings on or jewelry.

☁️It's not that you hated those things, they looked super cute on other girls, but it just wasn't you.

☁️"Good luck with making her look sexy, you're gonna need it." He teased and left to get ready.

☁️It was already night time by the time you all had to go undercover and Bakugou was next to the limo that was going to take you to the casino.

☁️Bakugou was already ready, using an all-black tuxedo with a dark grey dress shirt and a black tie he was forced to use.

☁️He impatiently waited for you to come down.

☁️"What's taking them so long?!" He barked.

☁️"Women take longer to get ready, not everyone can just wear a suit and get it over with." Answered Todoroki, adjusting his white gloves.

☁️"Todoroki's right Kacchan! Also, Y/n's not used to this kind of thing, it must be harder for her". Agreed Midoryia.

☁️"We're here!" Chirped Uraraka.

☁️"Fucking finally-" Bakugou almost chocked when he saw you.

☁️You were using a short dark blue satin dress that hugged every single curve of your body. The only thing holding the dress was two tiny straps that looked like they could snap at any second.

☁️Your legs looked elegant, probably because of the sparkly high heels you were wearing.

☁️But your red lips were the thing that really sent him.

☁️He was speechless and could feel his face getting hot.

☁️"You guys look amazing!" Said Midoriya. "You look really good in a dress Y/n!"

☁️"Yeah, it suits you." Todoroki agreed.

☁️Bakugou didn't say anything and just got inside the limo and the rest of you followed

☁️He was mostly silent during the drive, mostly because he was focused on you.

☁️"You look good." He grumbled.

☁️"Uh?" You looked at him. "Did you say something Bakugou?"

☁️"I said you look, idiot". He said loud enough for you to hear.

☁️Bakugou averted his gaze from you, but you realized he was blushing.

☁️"Thank you, Bakugou." You said and reached for his tie, fixing it for him. "You look really good too."

☁️This was going to be a long mission.

Kaminari Denki

☁️Kaminari was super excited about this mission.

☁️He got to infiltrate inside a fancy cruise party with the Bakusquad and especially you.

☁️Their goal was easy, find where the villain hid the formula for the poison, get the formula, and abandon the place without drawing any attention.

☁️Bakugou was a waiter. Sero was a rich CEO and Kirishima was his bodyguard. Kaminari was supposed to be some kind of shady businessman, while you and Mina were his companions.

☁️You didn't like the idea at first and asked to trade with Bakugou.

☁️"AS IF I'M GOING TO BE WALKING AROUND WITH THAT GUY". Yelled Bakugou.

☁️"Besides, imagine Bakugou walking around in a dress." Pointed out Sero. "We'd be kicked out in a second."

☁️"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"

☁️And so you were stuck with the sexy lady role.

☁️It was something completely different from what you normally did, and you felt nervous about blowing the plan.

☁️"Hey Y/n!" Called Kaminari. "I know that you're nervous, but remember you're a great hero and you there's nothing you can't do okay?" He said, hilding your hands.

☁️You felt your cheeks get rosy and nodded.

☁️You had a small crush on Kaminari for some time now, but he didn't seem interested in you.

☁️Well, he flirted with you all the time, even though he was TERRIBLE at it

☁️But it was something he did with everyone, right.

☁️"Okay okay, love birds" Mina interjected. "We have to get ready for tonight y/n, let's go." She said, practically dragging you to the changing room.

☁️"You're crushing hard aren't you?" She asked once you were both alone.

☁️"Yeah..." You sighed. "But Kaminari doesn't see me that way."

☁️Mina was one of Kaminar's best friends. She knew damn well that Kaminari had the biggest crush on you, but playing matchmaker was more fun.

☁️"Well, let's show him then." She grinned and grabbed her makeup bag.

☁️Kaminari and the others were waiting.

☁️He had a white tuxedo and a black dress shirt. "They're taking so long-."

☁️There you were, in a golden satin dress with a double thigh slit. It was off shoulders and you had a simple yet eye-catching necklace that made everything perfect.

☁️"Y/n! You look amazing!" Said Kaminari, his face red as a Kirishima's hair. "And I really mean it... You look beautiful."

☁️You were the one blushing now.

☁️"Thank you, this is not really my style but-" Kaminari hand made contact with your cheek and you froze.

☁️"I'm being serious this time." He had enough of hiding his feelings. "Let's talk once the mission is over okay?"

Shinsou Hitoshi

☁️Yep, you hated this mission already.

☁️Not only did you have to infiltrate this rich people party, but you also had to do it while pretending to be your crush's companion.

☁️It didn't help that your crush, Shinsou loved to tease you whenever he had the chance.

☁️And this was no exception.

☁️"Y/n? Sexy? Might as well give Sero the dress and call it a day." He said.

☁️You punched his arm. "Ugh, just you wait, I'll show you who can be sexy."

☁️"I'd like to see you try."

☁️This. was. on.

☁️"Let's go Momo, Mina, It's time to get ready." You said, grabbing your friend's hand and leading them to the changing room.

☁️"This is getting interesting." Said Sero.

☁️"Yep, Y/n  is really beautiful, and this mission is only going to let that shiiine~" Sang Kaminari. "I think she just might make you fall even harder Shinsou~"

☁️"Shut ut Kaminari."

☁️Inside the changing room, you and the girls were getting ready.

☁️The dresses given to you were really revealing and beautiful. Accentuating your best parts.

☁️"Okay Y/n, first of all, you're going to let your hair time" Said Mina, brushing your hair.

☁️"And I'm gonna do your make up" She said reaching for her makeup bag. "Now, where's that Chanel lipstick."

☁️"MOMO WHY DOES YOUR LIPSTICK COST 60 DOLLARS?"

☁️"So cheap right? I got a nice deal!"

☁️It was already nighttime, and the car was ready to take everyone to the party.

☁️Sero, Kaminari, and Shinsou all wore tuxedos.

☁️Shinsou's was dark blue, and he had an unbuttoned white shirt under.

☁️"Oh, shit-" Suddenly said Kaminari.

☁️"What?" Shinsou looked up from his phone and his eyes landed on you.

☁️Fuck.

☁️You were wearing a velvet long-sleeved, off-shoulder little black dress. The dress hugged every curve of your body, especially your hips.

☁️He was actually getting kind of jealous of the dress.

☁️The diamond-encrusted choker drew attention to your neck.

☁️Hishandwouldlookgoodthere

☁️Damn, you looked good.

☁️"I told you she would make you fall harder." Said Kaminari.

☁️"So, are we going or not?" You asked.

☁️"Sure!" Said Sero, hopping into the car. "You guys are looking good, by the way."

☁️You walked to the car, and Shinsoy could help but look at your behind.

☁️Damn, you looked really good.

☁️Shinsou got in and seated next to you.

☁️"Well, you did prove me wrong." He said, looking at you once more. "You look really good, even though you're still awkward on the heels."

☁️"Oh shut up Shinsou." You answered. "But thanks, you look really nice too." You smiled.

☁️He was totally gonna ask you out after this mission.

[gamespritearchive]

yes i like fullmetal alchemist brotherhood a normal amount (<- lying) this post is going to be long so open the readmore at ur own risk

ok this is genuinely going to be a mess because im really terrible at summarizing things and organizing my thoughts so if ur actually gonna read through this then good luck!

here are just some short thoughts before the longer paragraphs

- i absolutely LOVE the note that plays right after the alchemists clap their hands together that indicates that theyre abt to use alchemy. the sound of the clap + the note that plays is incredibly satisfying

- the strong and well-written female characters in this show was a really good touch and i loved how they brought them (izumi and olivier) together at the end :') also their beefy husbands together was super nice too

- my favorite part of the story was actually the part where ed and al go to briggs because thats wher they introduced olivier. it was super nice to see her talk about how strong-willed she is and her army and all of that

- lan fan is another example of a strong female character but a little less favorable since she serves ling yao. that doesnt make her any less cool though she was super badass and i definitely cried over her more than once

- the details in this show was really nice. alphonse's body being malnourished was something that seemed really obvious, but the fact that when ed got his right arm back it was noticeably less muscular and had longer nails than his left was such a good detail

- in the last episode there was a scene where alphonse made a dumb face that was animated just like how ed's faces looked and that made me really happy that we finally get to see al emote just like his brother :')

- im pretty sure i cried through the entirety of the last episode because being able to see the characters laugh and smile without feeling burdoned by anything after youve seen them go through repeated heartache and physical pain for 63 episodes is a super nice feeling

- "i'm a terrible father but i want to make you two proud" .

- "i'll give you half of my life and you give me half of yours" UGH

- also right after this when ed was laughing at how flustered winry got because normally hes the one who gets flustered :') that was so sweet

- i literally guessed that it was morse code whenever they showed selim banging on al's head because its like why would they put so much emphasis on that and let it go on for like 10 seconds without any music over it. this happened like multiple times too and i guessed it before they made it incredibly obvious bye im the smartest guy alive

ok heres where i talk more besties lets go

fmab was absolutely worth watching 64 episodes. i was convinced that i probably wont finish it because i have trouble finishing 12 episodes but as it may be obvious i got super invested. fmab being this long allowed there to be enough time to explain aspects of the story separately and to watch them all come together at some point. it also allowed for a ton of details that even though they're small, they're still important to the story. they rehash a lot of points because it was a simple detail that could get lost through the story but when its rementioned and you recall the time, it's such a nice feeling to have that click in ur mind.

also the character development was really good and ill get more in-depth about characters later but the length of this anime also allowed for a ton of really good character development. it ties into the whole thing where you learn about a characters backstory and you don't understand why it's important to the show until later on and then you're like ohhhh holy shit that makes sense now! also all that time for character development also lets you get attached to more than just the main characters and makes you care more about the role they play in the story.

roy mustang. at first i liked him, but when he started to speak about how he wanted to become the fuhrer president before he knew the military was corrupt, i assumed that he would just become as corrupt as bradley was ("starting wars for no reason"). i was convinced for the longest time that he would eventually just turn out to be the second bad guy and that nearly came true whenever he was trying to kill envy but riza helped him :) i loved the entirety of their relationship they're so sweet and compliment eachother so well. the scene where roy demonstrates the sheer amount of trust he has in riza's abilities by blindly (heh. he was blind during this if u didnt know.) following her directions and hitting their target ... it was just so good. also even though i didnt trust roy i thought he was super badass the sound of him snapping was always super satisfying as well

i almost want to rewatch fmab because it would be really nice to pick up on things that were later referenced in the anime. because of how long it is, its super easy to forget about things that happened early on in the anime (especially for someone with memory issues lol) so being able to watch back with the second half of the show still fresh on my mind would be almost an entirely different experience. the first thing that comes to mind is whenever we were shown kimblee in prison super early on. i know he had dialogue but i remember nothing about it because i was focused on thinking "literally who the fuck is this guy lol" but now i know. wow.

edward elric. im aware that this is going to be incredibly biased but i literally do not care. anyways. character development is always important and needed within a story but i genuinely feel like ed's character development was interesting to watch. it was never super obvious and his core values never changed. he did somewhat have a change in attitude when he nearly died to kimblee, but thats like expected you know ... being that close to death and all. i think that event was essentially the beginning of the end of his naivety. he was always consistent with the people he cared about though :) he never stopped calling them stupid and weird and he never stopped threatening to punch hohenheim whenever he was frustrated even if they were like in the middle of like a life or death situation. i just think he's neat

when ed destroyed pride('s vessel) i felt my heart well up with. pride LOL. that was his very first explicit win against someone who has been against him this entire time, and seeing him defeat pride with his own two hands was such a nice feeling. it wasnt technically his own win since he was only able to get to that point because of his friends and family around him

episode 60 was suuper good it was the part where the father was gonna swallow god because of the solar eclipse. its super hard to explain if uve never seen it but basically the scene was super cool simply because of how well the animation showed the sheer scale of what was happening. like this guy was literally reaching to the moon. theres a lot of unnatural things that are shown in fmab and although this scene didnt introduce any new concepts, it was still incredibly captivating because of how well the animation was

aand thats it i think! i regret not writing down how i feel during the earlier episodes but i think watching it with little to no distractions was a better experience. if u actually read this im giving u a kiss on the cheek rn ilu

[khazadspoon]

Canapes and Cupcakes

apologies it has taken a few days but.... work and all that, y’know. spoons are in limited supply. But the first of some lovely prompts from @bifca​ (thank u ilu)

For some reason my brain said “make it a modern/contemporary AU. So I went with that. Yeah. I am very tired I’m sorry nothing makes sense

SephZack - Cupcakes

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There were few occasions that demanded the presence of the company’s star researcher, but a major award ceremony was one of them. Though he wasn’t receiving an award (they were for the Financial department and some minor branches in another city), Sephiroth attended out of obligation. He avoided conversations as best he could, ignoring the typical gasps and comments about him emerging from his “tube” as he sat at a table in the back corner of the venue. 

Flowers decorated each table, bouquets of lightly scented blossoms in bright and vibrant colours. They were beautiful, a stark contrast to the dull evening and even duller people around him. Sephiroth poked idly at the origami crane he had fashioned from the overly starched napkin in front of him. It fell over on its side, looking not too dissimilar to a ship laying on some beach to be cleaned of barnacles. 

“Not enjoying yourself?” Came a far too cheerful voice from his side. The owner, Zack, smiled at him warmly with a grin that was the only thing comparable to the beautiful flowers. Secretly, hidden in the cavern of his chest, Sephiroth’s heart skipped a beat. 

“I enjoyed the canapes, I suppose.”

Zack laughed, his voice clear like a mountain river. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he smiled again and it forced a smile to Sephiroth’s own lips. “Did you try the cupcakes?”

Sephiroth held up an empty wrapper, one he had carefully extracted each crumb from. There were three more on the table. Zack eyed them and cocked his hip, arms crossed over his chest in a way that stretched the fabric of his shirt enticingly. 

“I’ll take it you enjoyed them,” he continued. 

“I did. They... weren’t too sweet,” Sephiroth felt his cheeks warm slightly as Zack leaned on the table. It was always like this - Zack would pay close attention to him, would engage him in simple conversation and treat him like any other colleague, then he would look at Sephiroth and... 

It made him feel wanted. 

It made him feel good. 

“I’ll tell Aerith they were a success; she thought the rose water would divide the room, but since there are none left...” He shrugged, shirt straining, and Sephiroth looked away before his pale complexion could embarrass him. He watched Zack’s fingers instead as they picked up the napkin crane, dextrously turning and examining it with soft but startlingly bright eyes. 

For a moment there was only the dull hum of far off conversation. Zack put the crane back on the table and rested his hand next to it. His fingers, long and calloused from his long hours working in the more practical departments of the company they both worked for, rubbed idly at the table cloth. 

“So...” He started, a note of hesitation in his voice. “Did you, um, want to get out of here?”

Sephiroth blinked at the question. Words lost all meaning as he looked up into Zack’s face. 

“I mean, it’s a boring party and the awards are all given out,” he continued with a shrug of his shoulders, “no one would miss us. I can even sneak us out the back if you wanted. But we don’t have to, I won’t make you-”

“Yes,” Sephiroth blurted out, already rising to his feet. 

Zack’s eyes flicked up to his and that beautiful smile emerged again. “Yeah?”

Sephiroth nodded. 

“C’mon, we’ll take my super secret short cut.”

The short cut led past the kitchens, the sound of pots clattering and loud voices complaining about washing dishes bouncing off of stark white walls. They went down a flight of stairs with metal railings. Sephiroth felt his heart hammering as they emerged into a dark and empty alleyway. 

“I-” Zack turned suddenly and cleared his throat. “Listen, Sephiroth, I... I have to ask before I chicken out, so feel free to just punch me and go home but; can I kiss you?”

For the second time that evening Sephiroth lost the ability to form words. He watched the neon green of the exit light swim in Zack’s eyes and blinked. He saw the hopeful arch of the man’s brow soften, the expression dropping into a frown. He hated seeing Zack frown; it was abhorrent, unnatural, something that should never happen. 

So, he took a small and quiet breath before reaching out to take Zack’s hand. He nodded once, not trusting his voice to be more than a whisper lost in the sound of traffic coming from beyond the alley. 

He bent down and met Zack’s lips with his own. A jolt of electricity, a static charge he had never felt before, bolted through him. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and his lips tingled. He felt Zack’s warmth press closer and sighed, wrapped an arm around his small waist, pulled him closer until they were pressed flush together. 

Zack arched into his touch and moaned softly, the sound barely more than vibration but enough to send heat rushing through Sephiroth’s bloodstream. 

They parted for air and Sephiroth found himself gasping. Zack gazed up at him with wide, bright eyes. His lips were red, no doubt Sephiroth’s were too. 

“You taste like cupcakes,” Zack said with a small laugh. 

Sephiroth smiled and let out a huff of breath. “That is more palatable than salmon for kissing, I presume?”

Another laugh, louder and longer than the first. Zack threw his head back and gripped Sephiroth’s jacket with his hands as he laughed, the long line of his throat a veritable target for Sephiroth’s lips to find. He held back though. What he wanted from Zack was not carnal in nature, not entirely. In reality he would take anything he was given, but the offer of company-

“Want to go get something to eat? Canapes and cupcakes aren’t exactly filling,” Zack said after a long moment. 

“I’d love to.”

[cheese-ception]

Dream sweet, sunshine

Do you want to read my first ever reader-insert fic? Do you happen love our good boy Edgar and don’t mind him somehow sleeping through the entirety of a quite fluffy drabble? Well, in that case, I may have just the thing! (special thanks to @masamune-archive​ for all the fish, ilu sweet pea <3)

Light footsteps echoed against a well polished marble floor of the moonlit balcony. You have been pacing around slowly, lost deep in thought. A trail of ash was getting smudged by the trim of your nightgown as you dragged in another puff of smoke, revelling in the pleasantly searing prickle of the familiar throat hit. It never ceased to fascinate you - just how simple yet sinful that particular sensation always felt.

The sudden sound of a pained moan snapped you out of your reverie and you tossed your barely half-finished cigarillo, discarding it and its allures to much more pressing matters.

Kicking your shoes off at the doorway, you nimbly slipped back inside your room. Swiftly but carefully padding to the side of the lavish bed at its centre, you gave your eyes a short moment to adjust to the dark, before leaning against the plush upholstery and better assessing the situation at hand.

Sheets rustled just next to your arm and yet another ragged noise followed from the figure underneath. A sound so heart-wrenching it made your throat feel almost painfully tight.

"Ssssh, my love. It's okay, I'm here now... I'm here, Ed."

Your voice had a hoarse edge to it and you ran your fingers through Edgar's sweat-soaked hair, sweeping it gently away from his cold forehead. Your trembling digits remained loosely tangled in the damp strands, while you placed your other hand on his chest, feeling its frantic rising and falling gradually slow down, as you continued softly murmuring sweet nothings to him, trying your utmost to ease his agitation.

He stirred and you immediately froze, worried that, perhaps, you had woken him up. But his eyes remained closed and you exhaled with sheer relief, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

"Dream sweet now, sunshine. Nightmares aren't meant for a man as precious as you. Not any more..." you hummed with satisfaction, easing yourself onto the mattresses and wrapping your arms around him from behind, sharing your warmth, as you allowed for your own consciousness to slowly drift away. ________ Masterlist

[mulletcal]

can you do 16 with michael + pls kill me with angst hehe

hi ilu this took me 20 years to do

i also got a lil carried away ( this is 1,016 words i’m so sorry)

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There was something about being in your own kitchen, baking away, that always seemed to calm you.  Ever since getting pregnant, and you and Michael breaking up - you had found comfort in the delicate science that was baking.

Today was something simple - chocolate chip cookies - but your heart hurt as you remembered the last time you tried to make cookies.  You had tried to make vegan cookies to reveal to Michael that you guys were expecting; but when he got home, a fight had broken out.  Looking back now, you can hardly even remember what it was about - maybe him not being excited for the life the two of you created?

You swiped away a tear at the memory, your hand coming to rest on your now larger than expected belly.  Michael didn’t call or text often, and the only times you reached out was to drop off a new sonogram, or to text him that the baby had kicked for the first time.  During those exciting moments, you had no one to tell but him.  Your roommate had gone practically MIA ever since finding out about the incoming noise complaint, but you hadn’t minded.

However, the big bag of chocolate chips you had asked her to buy was now on the highest shelf - you weren’t quite sure if it was to spite you, or due to the lack of room you had in the cupboards, but you were left to your own devices regardless. Too lazy to grab a real stepping stool, you grabbed a deep pot to step up onto.

Going up and getting the chocolate chips was easy, it was the coming back down part is where things went south.  As you stepped down, the pot slid out from under you, causing you to tumble forward.  Everything happened so fast, you hardly remembered reaching out to attempt to break your fall with your hands.  You definitely hit your belly off the ground harder than you ever should have, and a pain began to radiate up your wrist.

It took you a moment to gather what happened, but as soon as you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, you knew you needed to head to the hospital; but there was no one to take you - no one except for him, and you weren’t about to become desperate enough to do that.  So you drove yourself.

Did it take longer than necessary? Yes.  Did you have to stop along the way to cry a little bit? Maybe.

One of the last times she pulled over, about a block away from the hospital - you figured you owed it to Michael to let him know where you were headed, on the off chance he cared.

[1:34 p.m]: Hey. I’m headed to the hospital. Fell and landed on the baby. I think we’re okay but everything hurts.

Your wrist ached as you typed, and you vaguely wondered if you’d sprained it - but your mind was more concerned about the baby.  Making the final journey to the hospital, she had previously let them know she was on her way so that she could hopefully be seen right away.

After many tests, and one tensor bandage to your wrist later, you were settled into a hospital bed. The baby seemed fine, maybe just a little shocked from the feeling of the fall, but they wanted to keep you over night to be sure.  The way you had landed on your wrist, you were informed that you most definitely did sprain it, and they gave you something pregnancy-safe to manage the pain.

You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard a familiar voice speaking, “Oh thank God.”

Cracking one eye open, you saw the tall, blonde, Australian man you had fallen for some time ago - and you were sure that they forgot to check you for head trauma, as you were likely hallucinating. 

“So the baby’s fine, absolutely fine, I need you to know that first...” You began to explain, Michael pulling up a chair next to you.

“What did you do?” His words were soft, and when you finally made eye contact with him, you noticed his eyes were bloodshot - had he been crying?

“I was reaching for chocolate chips... My roommate put them on the top shelf, so I just stood on a pot but I slipped,” Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment, almost going even redder when you heard Michael laugh at you.

“But you’re okay, you’re both okay?”

“Seems to be - they’re gonna keep me here overnight so they can watch us both to be safe.  Thank you for stopping by, Michael.  Really, it means a lot.” Chewing on your lower lip, you brought your non-injured hand over to rest on his, squeezing reassuringly.

“What do you mean ‘stopping by’? I’m not going anywhere, sorry.” Michael spoke with a grin, squeezing your hand back.

“Michael I’m fine - you have no obligation to stay.”

“I’ve been an idiot these last few months, doll.  I thought I was about to lose the both of you.  I’d been selfishly thinking in the back of my mind, that the two of you would always exist, and we could patch things up eventually; but seeing that text from you, I was terrified. I had lost you once before, I can’t do it again,” Michael confessed, the tears in the corners of his eyes threatening to spill.

Your own tears were already streaming down your face, reaching your hand up to cup Michael’s cheek, “While I would love that - we broke up for a reason Michael.  I can’t just forgive and forget so easily.  This baby will always be ours, and I’ll never ever keep you from them, but I can’t just go back to being an us.”

Michael swallowed thickly, not meeting your eyes as you finished what you were saying, “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try. You loved me once, maybe you could again.”

“Maybe,” You sighed, running your fingers through his hair, “But for now, can we just be okay being this baby’s parents?”

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[herokamijoutouma]

Magic God Gilgamesh (To Aru Michi no Imagine Breaker)

Japanese ギルガメッシュ

Rōmaji Girugamesshu

Epithet

King of Heroes

Hero-King Gilgamesh

The Oldest King

Personal Info

Status Alive

Nationality Babylonian

Age 5,000+

Gender Male

Height 182 cm

Professional Status

Classification

Magician

Magic God

Affiliation

Sirrush (True)

(Operative member)

SIRRUSH

(Leader')'

Abilities

Magic

[Babylonian Magic]

(バビロニア魔術 Babironia Majutsu, lit. "Babylonian Magic")

[Gate of Babylon: King's Authority]

(王の権限 (ゲート・オブ・バビロン)  Ō no Kengen (Gēto Obu Babiron), lit. "King's Authority") Equipment Ea

Bab-ilu

Sword of the End, Enki

Numerous seized magical artifacts and relics

Appearance

Gilgamesh is a tall and dignified young man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame. He is described as handsome with an elegant face, and his eyes, crimson like blood, are visibly not those of a human and give off a mysterious radiance that makes people wither. He has a "perfect, Golden-proportioned body" described as emanating majesty that makes flames surrounding him afraid to come close, and his very soul glows golden. He normally wears golden armor that makes a heavy first impression on those he encounters.

Personality

Gilgamesh greatly differs from most of the sovereigns and leaders in the history of humanity. He placed himself before his nation and the people, and he had neither the curiosity nor desire to conquer, possibly because he had too much in the beginning. He takes the time to enjoy himself, mastering every treasure and every pleasure. With a conviction to treat good and evil equally, he has no need for other ideologies and ways of life when the absolute basis is "himself." His actions and way of life left him alone, so Enkidu compared rectifying his attitude to rectifying his solitude.

He follows a simple style of ruling, acquiring worthy treasures and guarding them. He exterminates those that stand in the way of his enjoyment without exception. All living beings are "something that is about to die" or "something that will one day die." If he decides that there is a "being that should die this moment", he will simply execute the sentence no matter if they should be a sage or a god. If it is an astute judgment synonymous to universal truth, or even a misrule during a drunken stupor, anything carried out by him, the absolute king, becomes the indisputable sentence of the king.

He is extremely arrogant and selfish, believing himself to be the sole potentate and only king of the world even many millennia after his death. He cannot acknowledge the authority of anyone, including that of other kings and especially that of the gods. He considers all those around him as inferior due to this fact, viewing all other kings and heroes as a collection of mongrels, and loathes any individual who would try to be on the same level as him. The only exception is Enkidu, who he considered to be his equal and only friend.

He believes that all who look upon him when he honors them with his presence, should be able to recognize him instantly, and feels that the ignorance of not knowing him is worthy of death. If anyone so much as looks upon him with a "lowly and filthy" gaze, it is an intolerable disgrace for a nobleman who claims the title of the king more so than anyone else. This is enough to make that person a complete malefactor in his eyes, instantly marked for death (Except Merodach, which was his leader). He doesn't view the modern world as worthy of having him rule over it because humanity has become too weak.

Gilgamesh has a natural disposition to collect magical artifacts for his treasury, which lead to collecting all the treasures of the world. The treasures he amassed went without use until his fight with Enkidu, causing him to develop the "bad habit" of utilizing them as projectiles. The act of collecting is something that has never brought him true joy due to essentially being on the same level as breathing to him, but he still persists at it nonetheless. He lives by the Golden Rule, only accepting the finest of luxuries, and those who fall to it are utterly blinded by money.

He is prone to underestimating his opponents and views combat as a game of amusement. His gigantic ego prevents him from acknowledging his opponent as a real threat and he does not battle them seriously. He will properly fight those he respects, or simply utilize more power than necessary on a whim depending on the situation.

He was often told by people that his nature is cruel and heartless. Never hearing people's opinions, a tyrant who holds only his own standards as absolute. Pretentiously displaying an extremely gaudy golden armor, this exceptional magician releases his excessive treasures as if abundant water.

Gilgamesh is a collector of treasures. His favorite phrase is "I've assembled all treasures in the land", but that is not a metaphor. He has assembled, stored and sealed away every sample of technology that was developed in his age. His argument is "humans are foolish, but there is value in the tools, the civilization that humans create".

Abilities

Gilgamesh can be said as one of the most ancient magicians on Earth, as he was walking on the continent for more than 5,000 years, he also had the ability to absorbed "Power of the World" (世界の力(せかいのちから) Sekai no Chikara?) into his own body by the Clothes of Kishar ever since, making his own mana reserve increased over and over to adapted the mana from the core like when the intestine received more food than normal so it expanded itself to contained that amount more easier the next time. Gilgamesh claims that his current mana reserve was so vast that it can comparable to at least 20,000 average magicians. In other words, he's nigh-fallible from mana exhaustion. Moreover, over the course of 5 millennia absorbing the Power of the World had made Gilgamesh possessed the 'connection' between himself and the core. Gilgamesh described the 'connection' like an umbilical cord that sends nutrition and oxygen (Mana) to himself, it can be said that Gilgamesh has an infinite amount of mana from the 'connection' as long as he intends to open the connection to him. The 'connection' was also able to grant Gilgamesh's longevity (and if he still had the 'connection', Gilgamesh can be virtually immortal from the infinite mana source) and also regeneration to the extent that its power was only a step lower than a Magic God. However, the 'connection' between himself and the core was unstable, as sometimes he received too little mana or on the other occasion he received too much that his body almost exploded from trying to contain it. As such, he orders the blacksmith of Babylon to created the relic called the Key of Anu to control the flow of mana from the core, making the refilled process stable. The 'connection' could also be 'disrupted' through Touma's Imagine Breaker, but only for the very short amount of time until the 'connection' returns to him, Gilgamesh stated that even if the connection has been annihilated, he would only receive minor backslash or there's nothing that disadvantages him at all.

In his reign as the king of Uruk, Gilgamesh has learned through every profession possible, strategy, politics, construction, psychology, martial arts, and any other profession ever created by humanity. Making him as the 'king' of the jack-of-all-trades. Gilgamesh had also learned the arts of magic in Babylon and had mastered it enough that he can be the replacement of the הקוסם העליון (Sorcerer Supreme) of Uruk, even though he clearly denied it as 'I, who was the king, shouldn't and never taken the role of mere commoners' and right now he holds the title of Magic God itself. Gilgamesh stated later that numerous artifact in his Treasury was enough to give him 100% success for any magic he used, making him one of the very dangerous threats in Sirrush, and the one that should be eliminated the most since he holds every power and knowledge of an entire world.

Gate of Babylon

Gate of Babylon: King's Authority (王の権限 (ゲート・オブ・バビロン)  Ō no Kengen (Gēto Obu Babiron)?, lit. "King's Authority"): Is the phase created unintentionally by Gilgamesh. It was unknown when Gilgamesh possessed the unique type of phase in his command, but he first realized it when he was ruling as the King and training his sorcery. When he first trying to tamper it, Gilgamesh had somehow been sucked into the phase and stuck in it for a very long time until he able to get out through sheer desire of 'wanted to get out'. Gilgamesh later discovered that the phase can be manipulated into any appearance or functionality as he desired, the resulted phase Gilgamesh created in the Gate of Babylon are showed in this list:

1. Gate of Babylon: King's Treasure (王の財宝 (キングストレジャー)  Ō no Zaihō (Kingusu Torejā)?, lit. "King's Treasure"): Is the primary phase and the phase Gilgamesh uses the most. In this phase, Gilgamesh puts all of his and the others Magical artifacts and relics he had at his disposal into it, making it literally the King's Treasury. With the use of Bab-ilu (and later on through his own will alone), he connects the real world to the phase, opening an "invisible door" that allows for the contents to pass through upon the user's command.  Allowing for the easy access to the items of the treasury, he is able to pick and utilize them as he pleases. The items that pass through the gate forming glowing ripples in the empty air as they appear. He can summon items directly into his hand, pull out weapons from directly behind him, or prepare numerous weapons in the air, loaded like bullets. The treasury can be said as the infinite "ultimate expression of overwhelming force." as he can ready numerous weapons, letting their hilts stick out when he is waiting and instantly showing the blades when about to fight. They move and take aim at the target according to Gilgamesh's will, allowing him to fire without having to even touch them.

Gilgamesh can send out as little as one or two weapons or enough at a single time that it becomes comparable to a torrent of "gushing water" directed at the opponent. He will increase the amount depending on the situation, opening the Gate wider to reflect his anger or when forced to become more serious. He will generally use weak treasures unless the situation should call for his highest class of treasures, such as in the case of Ollerus's Hliðskjálf. He can prepare and launch dozens, hundreds, and even thousands if he is serious. Upon firing them, he can allow them to pierce the ground after striking the target, causing a large amount of destruction with each weapon that is comparable to something being blown up by an explosive blast, or he can instantly return them to the vault before they hit the ground at such a speed that they appear to have been illusionary. He utilizes a Magical artifact to retrieve any weapons left on the battlefield, instantly dissipating and returning them to the vault. He can also leave them out if he wishes, such as when they have been "broken" from Kamijou Touma's Imagine Breaker contact.

Upon snapping his fingers or without even a gesture, the weapons can be continuously launched at the opponent without a break. Each weapon has the ability to cause certain death to an opponent, and they are shot with enough force to repel a swing from Marian's Surtr summon. While it is possible to block many of the strikes, to do so without knowing the abilities of the weapons can be seen as suicidal. He will generally fight at long range while shooting projectiles from behind him directly at the opponent, but he can also freely move while the portals also moving with him. He can freely deploy the portals mid-air while piloting Vimana or using Armor of Nintinugga's float function as well. When fighting at extremely close range, he shows the ability to loose weapons from above, below, and to the side of the opponent. He can also summon weapons completely around the target for a full 360-degree barrage that should generally leave not even a single trace of flesh from the opponent. When closed upon by a target, or simply to play with the opponent, he can freely draw weapons into his hands for melee combat. The ability to handle them depends upon the user's capability. Gilgamesh makes use of the many unknown abilities of the weapons, and constantly switches them to keep his opponent off-guard.

2. Gate of Babylon: King's Everdistant Utopia (王の全て遠き理想郷 (キングスユートピア)  Ō no Subete Tōki Risōkyō (Kingusu Yūtopia)?, lit. "King's Everdistant Utopia"): Is the phase where Gilgamesh created as his 'ultimate defense'. Gilgamesh claims that if he can enter the phase before his consciousness had gone completely any damage he received before (ranged from just a plain fatal damage, irreversible curse, onto erased/deleted from existence.) would be immediately healed and automatically rendered his body to be at its best condition. Not only that the phase

King of Uruk's utopia phase in the form of Babylon city.

grant Gilgamesh's 'instant absolute regeneration', but it also completely shields and isolating its user from the real world beyond the words of 'defending' or 'reflecting'. Gilgamesh stated that the phase was automatically 'created' another phase inside itself like a layer on top over and over and over an infinite amount of times, making even Othinus's ability of phase manipulation or Aleister Crowley's attempt completely futile to breakthrough into the utopia. The individual is shielded from all destructive interference in the physical realm, from possible parallel worlds, and multidimensional communication as far as the twelfth dimension. It is on the level of Magic God's magic, that not even another Magic God themselves could interfere with it.

However, the 'instant absolute regeneration' can only be fully used when he's in the phase, and that he cannot stay in the phase at all times. So he instead creates the armor called Armor of Nintinugga that can partially holds the power of the phase in the real world like a substitute of the phase itself to the extent that the wearer of the armor is granted with potent healing, allowing for a critical and fatal wound to be rapidly repaired to restore the wielder's health.