“Papa” Akatsuki vs. Gilbert
Now, who do you think would win?

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“Papa” Akatsuki vs. Gilbert
Now, who do you think would win?
Thinking about tipsy mc with gilbert.
Who demands to go to his 'study' in the dead of night, and he chuckles as he leads you to his research room. You're clumsy, having to rely on him for your standing abilities, and he's quietly thankful for his cane.
Once the doors open, you let out a gasp and slip out of his arms, looking up at the tall windows that make up half of the wall and ceiling, the moonlight basking you in a calming glow.
He thinks you're beautiful. Even when you stumble and fall into his chair, giggling to yourself. No, you're even more beautiful then.
"Did you want to come in here for the view?"
"Oh....! No, no, the...." you wave over to the side, trying to find the words.
"The hammock?"
You nod, exaggerated, but all it does is bring a smile to both of your lips. He makes his way to the chair, holding his arm out for you to grab and pull yourself up on.
"What did my little rabbit want with the hammock?"
"It's so pretty... i want to lay there with you."
"Mmm... we'll both fit, but you'll have to rest partly on me."
You grin, letting out a quiet cheer as he takes you over to it. He sets his cane aside and strips his jacket and cravat, and the two of you awkwardly get into the hammock. It's not without some pain and giggles- you accidentally put your elbow to his stomach, and the both of you laugh as you nearly topple out - but soon you're both snuggled together under his cloak, basking in the glow of the moon.
It's peaceful. Looking at the stars. Taking in account just how big the universe is, how small the two of you are. When he glances back at you, he's reminded just how small his world is. Small enough to hold in his arms.
You tilt your head up, eyes sparkling like the stars.
"What is it?"
"You look so pretty..."
He grins. You're definitely drunk and going to be embarrassed by your words tomorrow, but his reply is a kiss. Lingering, but sweet. Thankful. He's not had a peaceful moment like this before.
"Gil... Can we stay the night here?"
"Of course."
It's bad. It's so, so bad. Gilbert brainrot. Just Gilbert. All the time. I think about him being soft, and then cuteness aggression takes over and I want to be rough with him.
I want to run my fingers through his hair and show him affection he never received. Then I want to grab a fistful of his hair and watch the sparks ignite in his eyes. Turned on? Probably.
Can I bully him enough to make him whimper?
Will he learn to beg?
The man is a switch for sure, so when he holds the power, I will be helpless under him, I know.
little baby boy (he is not little and he is not baby)
Lrt made me think of this, gonna be blunt.
But now I am thinkin about Gilbert getting very, very, very excited at the idea of being able to design a tattoo for you.
Maybe not normal gilbert, maybe a more toxic/unhealthy one? But anyway.
I think he'd get excited about it for a multitude of reasons, but some strong ones being that he's able to design something that is a permanent way of marking you. A mark left on you about a relationship that is near and dear to both of you, something that will be forever on you even if he happens to go first.
I think he'd love doing it himself too... and if you talked about designing one in return, he'd love it....
To be absolutely frank, i also think he'd be just as excited to tattoo his bite onto you as well.
I know this is a trap i know this is a trap i know she wont femdom but
Gil spoilers under the cut
Wouldn't it be soooo funny if mc died in her sleep a few years after her and gilbert got together. Like here is a man constantly ill and convinced he'll die first, only to wake up and be faced with the fact that it's not true at all anymore haha. Having a breakdown because he was 'betrayed' yet again, going on a warpath now because nothing matters anymore....
By funny i mean im yelling into my pillow
I also think Gilbert would have a premature orgasm. Well. His first time, maybe not. Even though I would like him to. He's very... good at holding himself with [spoilers], so I feel like for the first time, he would be doing what he can to avoid that.
But the second or third time, where he's able to relax a bit more, lose himself more with you, I feel like he'd cum early.
It'd be a day that's maybe been rough for various reasons. Too much boring paperwork, too many talks with others, maybe a project of his failed and he's annoyed with it. Regardless, he's finally alone with you, letting out a sigh of relief at the two of you cuddle on his bed.
Here, all he has to focus on is you. The way your hair smells, how comfortable you feel in his arms, how your warmth heats up his freezing skin. You, you, you.
It's not long until he's moving from giving you kisses, to stealing some from you, enjoying the way you groan as they deepen. A few nips, a rough bite, and you're letting him between your legs. He's able to fondle all of his favorite parts of you, and he moans against your neck as his cock slips inside of you. Instantly, your inner walls are coaxing his dick to go as deep as he can- he wants to just linger like this, to bask in the feel of being inside of you, while you hold onto him so dearly. Surrounded by you, who he loves, who he can let his guard down, even if by a little.
It makes him relax too much. All of the fantasies he had to help the day pass by, all of that longing for you, finally is satisfied. And that's when it happens.
You know, if not by the feeling, by the way you can hear his quiet gasping as he cums, how for just a moment he relaxes more than before- but then he tenses up, quiet.
He doesn't want to look at your face, he doesn't want to be pitied. So he bites you. Hard. Hoping you understand he does Not want to acknowledge it too much.
Of course he'll still please you, with mouth, fingers, and tongue. And once he's recovered, he'll make sure you'll be too preoccupied to remember what happened.
But. He does appreciate you not bringing it up later on.
(I think further into the relationship, it would happen once in a while. Not often. And that's when you can tell he's finding a different type of relief with you)