#queen x gloria

[cecexwrites]

Theme song for Quinn x Gloria (x Harry?)

100 percent, Slumber Party by Ashnikko

I'm slave for you baby miss britney spears I'm a clover, she's a toros bring it on for cheers And i'm sexy like christina when I dip it low Hot a h-town girl but I rodeo yippee-ki-yay welcome to the show It's an all girl party clothing optional Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.

like... it's them

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Barbie (2023) | Superstore (2015-2021)

[poeticsapphicism]

if barbie belonged to GLORIA and she lived in a DREAMHOUSE does that make barbie gloria’s DREAM GIRL ??

[be-my-totino]

someone pls make a comparison post of barbie x gloria giving each other that look before she gets in the car then regina x emma giving that look as shes getting out of the car, its all i have been able to think about

[ballroomfitz]

Underrated DC characters as underrated bands/artists I like (if y’all know any of these artists I will personally give you a kiss on the lips) Johnny Thunder: The Heartbreakers (hahahehe yes yes I am so clever) Eel O’Brian: The Pretty Things (Midnight to Six is, incidentally, also his time) Booster Gold: Sparks (when WILL he get to sing “My Way”?) John Stewart: Gloria Jones (he’s rocking to “Tainted Love”) Dinah Lance: The X-Ray Spex (some people think little girls should be seen and not heard. . . ) Oliver Queen: Phil Ochs (Ollie can 100% play “Love Me I’m A Liberal” on guitar and whips it out at protests)

[multifandominfj]

Welp, I got a new comfort ship and hyper-fixation now 😂. It’s been weeks since I’ve discovered Barbie x Gloria, and I’ve already latched onto Grace and Freddie like a vice grip. I’m ALWAYS here for a good “Friends to Lovers”.

Honorable mentions go to Zaddy Apollo, Ashley Johnson as Calliope, and Queen of the Underworld, tatted up Persephone 🤤.

This video game is overflowing with Queer energy and I. AM. HERE. FOR. IT. 👏🏻🌈

(This is also the second time I’ve become attached to a ship from a video game. My first loves were Steph and Alex from Life is Strange: True Colors.)

[ourvanishingghosts]

Hello!! can I req Raihan x Female Reader where reader is a Ice/Grass specialist and has a Glaceon and Leafeon who protects her because she gets picked on a lot Maybe some angst to fluff Thank you already!❤️

Sure thing.

Lonely Without Friendship

Raihan x F! Reader Angst/Fluff

Growing up you were always bullied. You didn't do anything to cause the bullying. It's just that kids are mean. You didn't have any friends because of this, so your parents ended up giving you a Glaceon and a Leafeon to help and protect you. They were your only friends throughout all of your school years. That was until you moved to Galar to continue studying.

So far your only friends were Hop, Milo, Marnie, Gloria (Fairy Gym Leader), Nessa, Melony, Sonia, and Bea. Your two Eeveelutions didn't like men all that much since boys were the main bullies from your younger years. Hop and Milo were the exceptions since Leafeon and Glaceon could tell that they had good intentions and wouldn't hurt you in any way. There were some people in Galar who would bully you and they would either wake up to a yard full of leaves or a yard full of ice that was covered in snow.

Raihan wanted to befriend you, but your two friends wouldn't allow it to happen. You would always have to put them into their Great Balls in order to talk to him. You couldn't blame them because Raihan is an intimidating-looking man. Towering over you and his fangs were a little scary at first. Leafeon would give him cuts by using razor leaf and Glaceon would purposely make the surrounding area cold by using snowy terrain.

It has been two years since you came to Galar and your two partners have eased up a little bit. They now like Kabu, Leon, Bede, Gordie, and Piers. Raihan was close to giving up on becoming friends with you entirely because he still isn't liked or even remotely close to being liked. That was until he was sitting with you on your bed while you were crying. You were crying because your boyfriend of three years broke up with you over text. Leafeon and Glaceon were laying their heads on your lap trying to comfort you. You were leaning your head against Raihans chest in a way that he couldn't see your tear-stained face.

"Y/N, I am going, to be honest with you and you may not like what I am about to say."

You sniffle and hiccup before responding

"What is it, Rai?"

"Your boyfriend was a complete jerk. He didn't deserve you."

You remove your head from his chest and look up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you deserve someone who will treat you like you are the queen of the world."

You giggle a little bit before sniffing again

"I am no queen, Raihan. You know that."

He gently takes your hands in one of his and puts his other hand on your cheek.

"You are a queen, Y/N. You may not see it. But you are a queen to your Leafeon and Glaceon."

The two Pokémon nuzzle against you making happy purring noises agreeing with Raihan.

"And if I am being honest. You are my queen. I would do anything to see you smile. I will embarrass myself in order to make you laugh."

After telling you that he kisses the top of your head and you smile.

"Thank you, Raihan. I appreciate that. I really do."

"You are very welcome. Now, why don't you lay down with Leafeon and Glaceon and take a nap because I bet you feel tired after letting out all those emotions."

You nod and lay down. Glaceon and Leafeon lay down by your feet. Raihan gets off the bed and heads towards the door until you grab his hand.

"Could you cuddle with me, Raihan? Please?"

He looks at you and then at the two Pokémon for their responses. They nod their heads, yes and he lays down next to you putting your head on his chest. You and Raihan smile knowing that Leafeon and Glaceon finally accept that he would never hurt you. Ever.

[gmanwhore]

I saw someone do this but uh. My TNMN ships but I assign all of them song lyrics. Yippee.

Roman x Lois

Roman: "Nothing in the world belongs to me/but my love is mine all mine all mine" (My Love, Mine All Mine)

Lois: "My sweetheart's piano is rat filled/and mine is infested with bugs/though the music we make is unnatural/it sounds just like falling in love" (Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo)

Gloria x Arnold

Gloria: "What if when he sees me/I like him and he knows it?/What if he opens up a door/and I can't close it? (What If He Sees Me from Waitress)

Arnold: "We fit together like the ignition and the key/and you're safe and sound with me" (Safe and Sound by Hawksley Workman)

Nacha x Francis

Nacha: "Just one look and I can heat a bell ring/One more look and I forget everything" (Mamma Mia by ABBA)

Francis: "Say you're still her/The woman you were/and you haven't turned into/Someone who could never love me again" ((Cover This Song) Just a Little Bit Mine by Will Wood)

Selenne x Margarette x Nacha

Margarette: "Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see/Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me" (Take a Chance by ABBA)

Nacha: "Where do you get off/being so god damn beautiful?/Oh lord!/Don't ask me what I mean" (White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?) by Wil Wood)

Selenne: "No, I'm not falling for you/so, please have mercy on me" (Despair by Leo)

Steven x Francis 2/Scarlet Milkman

Steven: "I don't care what they say about us anyways/I don't care 'bout that" (Buddy Holly by Weezer)

Francis 2: "Kiss me until my lips are bruised/till there's blood pooled all around our shoes/hold me tight within your arms/till my ribs are shattered and deformed!" (English translation of Suki Suki Daisuke by Jun Togawa)

Francis x Mclooy

Francis: "One last kiss/I need you like I need a gaping head wound" (Love You Like an Alcoholic by The Taxpayers)

Mclooy: "And I said oh gosh golly you should call your pops probably/or get the cops on me" (Bad Vibes by That Handsome Devil

Izaack x Robertsky x Elenois (Izzack and Elenois are dating Robertsky separately he has two hands)

Izzack: "They're telling you the same things that I planned to say/I thought I was unique/maybe I'm not that way" (I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend by Hot Freaks)

Robertsky: "Hold me, I'm your bunny/tell me I'm not funny/tell me I'm legit" (Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks)

Elenois: "Hey, boy, where do you get it from?/hey, boy, where did you go?/I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys" (Good ol' Loverboy by Queen)

Lois x Rafttellyn

Lois: "When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night/with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife/and when you think about me, all of those years ago/you're standing face to face with "I told you so"/you know I hate to say, "I told you so"/you know I hate to say, but, I told you so" (Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan)

Rafttellyn: "I had to have this talk with you/my happiness depends on you/and whatever you decide to do" (Jolene by Dolly Parton)

This next one is something I don't actually ship but they are in fics I'm writing so like

Izaack x Angus x Francis (Angus is cheating on Izzack with Francis and on Francis with Izaack)

Izzack: "And the more that I am in pain, the more that you'll gain/and to me, that seems like a pretty fair trade/you bite, my nervous system ignites/the tormenting spite, sacrifices must be made" (Misery Meat by Sodikken)

Angus: "You're the only one who's making me come/to my sinful senses/I'll never love anyone the same/I'll never feel ashamed of using you for pleasure" (Using You by Mars Argo)

Francis: Go on and step on me/you're free to have everything you can see/all that you want from me/you're free to be all that you want to be/do what you want with me" (Step on Me by The Cardigans)

[lostloveletters]

Bruised Fruit Chapter 3 (Michael Corleone x OC)

Summary: An engagement party only sinks Gloria's roots deeper into the Corleone family and gives her a glimpse of what her future may hold.

Note: I plan to have chapter 4 posted next weekend! This fic has been so fun to write, and I appreciate the support on here and AO3 for it🖤

Warnings: Angst, canonical major character death, discussions of infidelity, emotional manipulation. Sexually explicit content which includes masochism.

Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content. I will block you.

Chapter 2 | AO3 Link | Masterlist

“Looks like Senator Kennedy might run for president next year. They’re saying just because he’s Catholic, he’d probably lose the primaries in the South,” Gloria said, scanning the copy of the Boston Globe that room service had brought up with breakfast, along with that day’s editions of the New York Times, Washington Post, and Los Angeles Post. “Can you believe that?”

Michael nodded from his spot next to her on the loveseat, using his toast to mop up the yolk from his poached egg. “I can believe it.”

She glanced at the photo of Massachusetts Senator John F. Kennedy printed on the Globe’s article. “He sure is easy on the eyes. Almost got my vote already.”

“Would you really vote for a candidate just because you thought he was attractive?”

Gloria shielded her face behind the newspaper, hiding her grin. “It sure helps. You’d win by a landslide.” She started giggling when she heard him scoff. 

She knew the Senate hearings were still a sore spot for him, his family business being speculated about on the national stage. Throughout the hearings, she’d naturally kept an eye on the papers, amused by the various asides about Michael’s appearance. Intimidating, they called him, a powerful presence who commanded the attention of the room. She especially liked the article in a gossip magazine she indulged in that described him as handsome in a dark and dangerous way that almost inspires something primal in a woman. 

“You’re funny.”

“I’m not allowed to give you a compliment?”

He acquiesced with the slightest smile on his face. “Thank you.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome,” she said as she flipped to the next page of the article. “My mom’s already chomping at the bit to volunteer for his campaign.”

Gloria’s mother, Julia, was especially active in the Queens branch of the New York Democratic Party, volunteering for every one of Franklin Roosevelt’s presidential campaigns. Gloria could remember canvassing with her mother during election years. After he was elected president a third time, Julia received a thank you letter in the mail from Eleanor Roosevelt. She had the letter framed, and as far as Gloria knew, it was still displayed in the living room of her childhood home.

“Have you heard from your parents about the engagement party?”

“They’re not coming. Dad can’t take the time off of work,” Gloria said. 

When he had told her such, she knew it wasn’t entirely true, but she wasn’t about to tell Michael that she could hear her father pour himself a drink over the phone when she informed him that she would be marrying a gangster.

He nodded. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’d like to speak with your father soon.”

Gloria hummed noncommittally. “How many people are going to be there?”

“Just family, around thirty or so.”

“Thirty? Michael, you said it was going to be a small gathering.”

He grinned. “In my family it is.” He brushed some of her long black hair from her face. “You’ll know everyone soon enough.”

“Well, I already know your siblings. They’re going to be there, right?”

“Fredo can’t make it.”

“That’s a shame. He introduced us, after all.”

“It can’t be helped,” he said dismissively. “Connie will be there. I know you haven’t seen her in a while.”

Gloria liked all of Michael’s siblings, but she considered Connie a friend. Whenever Connie was in Vegas, which was quite often when she wasn’t jet-setting with her latest beau, Michael would ask Gloria to keep an eye on her. Of course, this would turn into nights of drinking, partying, and watching Connie win or lose astonishing amounts of money in the casino. 

“You have nothing to worry about. They’re friendlier than I am,” he said, earning a soft laugh from her.

By the end of the week, she wasn’t so sure, but Michael had been the one who insisted on the engagement party, telling her that his family had never been involved in his wedding preparations in the past. They hadn’t even attended the ceremony. With his mother’s health declining, it was important to him. 

If Gloria had been nervous to meet Michael’s children, meeting the rest of his family had her stomach in knots. She poured herself a drink to calm down before the car arrived to pick her up from her hotel. While Anthony and Mary could be shielded from the truth of Michael and Gloria’s relationship by virtue of their youth, she figured the rest of his family already considered her a homewrecker. Not entirely untrue, but she wondered how what tale had been woven prior to her arrival. Undoubtedly something to make her more palatable to his extended family.

As she crossed the threshold of his home for the first time, she felt a different warmth in his house than the kind that engulfed her in her childhood home when she had visited for Thanksgiving a few months prior. That warmth had given way to a love that wrapped around her like a blanket, a love she could dream in. The love that permeated the air in Michael’s home clung to her skin like summer sweat. Nevertheless, she supposed a sweltering love was better than none at all.

Though, when he squeezed her hand, his smile betrayed his fondness for her, and she couldn’t help but smile back. It almost made her wish that they were alone again, but there were introductions to be made. Namely, his mother Carmela, who was clearly being polite to Gloria for Michael’s sake and to set a good example for Anthony and Mary. Michael’s children barely left their grandmother’s side but seemed happy to see Gloria again. Taking the hint, Michael kept the conversation short. 

“I have some business to go over with Tom. It won’t take long, but I think my sister’s about to steal you anyway,” Michael said softly, giving Gloria a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

As he retreated into his office, Connie rushed over to Gloria. 

Connie beamed, pulling her in for a hug. “Gloria! God, how long has it been?”

“Hi, Connie,” she said, returning her future sister-in-law’s embrace. “It’s great to see you again.”

“Congratulations! Now let me see that ring!”

Gloria moved back, holding out her hand so Connie could inspect the engagement ring Michael gave her. The night had been quiet, unceremonious if not for his presenting her with the ring, beautiful yet understated. After he slid it onto her finger, her hand burned, and she thought she was having some kind of allergic reaction to the metal until she noticed no redness or hives on her skin—psychosomatic, merely branded in her mind’s eye.

“Gorgeous, oh my god,” Connie gasped. “It suits you.”

Before Gloria could say anything more to Connie, a gaggle of younger relatives walked over to introduce themselves. All nieces and nephews, some older with their spouses and fiances of their own. Despite Connie reminding Gloria who was who, she felt her head spin at the amount of new names and faces she would be expected to know. It didn’t help that Michael’s late brother Sonny had twin girls, who were the spitting image of their mother, Sandra. While both of Gloria’s parents had a handful of siblings themselves, her extended family wasn’t nearly as close-knit as the Corleones were.

The line between business and family was almost nonexistent for them. Each son fated to take up some role in the volatile business, a Greek tragedy enacted by mostly Sicilian players–Sonny, the eldest son, dead by enemies taking advantage of his anger and hubris; Tom, the adopted son, a trusted advisor, though his heritage always left him the outsider; Fredo, the forgotten son, good-natured yet quietly resentful; Michael, the youngest son, who tried to escape his destiny but was instead doomed by a narrative greater than himself and even further corrupted by it. The chorus raged on with its warnings of the ruthless pursuit of power ignored, and Gloria shuddered to think what lay ahead for Anthony and the son Michael wanted her to carry.

Going forward, her life would be nothing short of a whirlwind of people. She wondered how Michael’s children could stand it, how he could stand it. For a family so guarded and secretive, they didn’t have much privacy. Everyone knew everything about each other. Corleone family associates filtered in and out of his house day and night. 

“Why don’t you all give the woman a break so she can get something to eat?” Sandra finally said, putting her arm around Gloria’s shoulders and leading her into the kitchen.

“Thank you. I couldn’t eat before I got here. My nerves were all over the place,” Gloria said, taking a plate and helping herself to the antipasto that was set out on the table. She popped a few olives in her mouth as she piled the various meats and cheeses onto her plate.

Sandra stood next to her, taking a slice of prosciutto for herself. “No, I understand. We’re insular, guess it’s just easier that way.” 

Gloria silently wondered how easy it really could be. Sandra had been a widow for at least a decade, with Sonny having been brutally murdered on the Long Beach causeway during the Corleones’ war with rival families. The details were all over the papers at the time, but none showed the photos of Sonny’s body, apparently too gruesome to be printed as he was riddled with bullets to the point where he was nearly unrecognizable. Still, Sandra was taken care of, her marriage all but secured that even after her husband’s death, an Old World life insurance policy. 

“I don’t know what I expected. Everyone seems so…normal,” Gloria said, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Ah, that’s not the right word. I mean—“

“This thing’s been going on longer than you and me,” Sandra said, gesturing vaguely. “I stopped trying to understand it a long time ago. It’ll drive you crazy.”

“I don’t even bother,” Gloria said through a mouthful of mozzarella. “He keeps me too busy to even think about it, anyway.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Sandra said, a sly smile on her face that Gloria couldn’t help but snicker in response to. “Believe me honey, I get mine.”

Tom appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

She noticed the look Sandra and Tom shared as he walked over, albeit brief, it was all too familiar. The desire, the longing, the silent promise of later, despite Tom’s wife Theresa being just a room away. Interesting. Gloria had more in common with the Corleone women than she thought.

“Gloria, congratulations,” Tom said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you, Tom. I appreciate it.”

“Could you come with me to Michael’s office? I just need to go over a few things with you.”

Gloria nodded, following him out of the kitchen and through the labyrinth of people in the living room. 

As soon as she stepped into Michael’s office, she nearly felt the urge to genuflect before taking a seat next to him on the leather upholstered couch, as if sliding into a pew during mass. His face lit up ever so slightly when he saw her, and he took her hand in his. 

“It’s good news, darling. Don’t worry,” Michael said, reading her hesitation.

She gave him a weak smile before bringing her attention to Tom.

“The divorce is almost finalized, but I’ve sent Michael’s petition to the Vatican to have his marriage to Kay annulled,” Tom said. “Between our connections to the Holy See and the severity of what she committed, I don’t anticipate this taking more than two or three months.”

All Gloria could manage in response was a quiet, “Wow.”

Michael smiled, patting Gloria’s hand. The gesture meant to be reassuring, as if Gloria had asked for it, like she was the one who wanted Kay’s sin repaid pound for pound if not in blood, then in excommunication and eternal damnation. Kay’s decision was her own, but Gloria wasn’t without sin, and neither was Michael, yet he was more than willing to have his soon to be ex-wife formally damned. Knowing Michael, the most he believed in was the hierarchy, the institution. God was merely an irritating obstacle at best and outright competition at worst.

The revelation of Kay’s mortal sin to the Vatican would almost guarantee Michael an annulment. With that in place, there’d be nothing to stop them from having a formal wedding mass despite his being divorced from a consummated marriage. An otherwise long and tedious process to convince the Catholic Church to invalidate the eternal, holy bond of matrimony would be taken care of in a matter of months. 

“Once that’s all sorted out, the two of you will be able to set a date. Obviously the situation isn’t ideal, but—“

“Thank you, Tom. I appreciate the effort,” Gloria said awkwardly. 

He nodded, his tight-lipped smile slightly strained. He lacked the pleasure that his brother had in the situation at hand, but there was little else he could do as consigliere. 

“I have one more thing to discuss with Tom, but I’ll join you again soon,” Michael said, walking her over to the door. “Won’t leave you with the sharks too long.”

He kissed the top of her hand before she made her exit. As soon as the door shut behind her, Gloria searched out Connie, who was helping herself to a glass of wine. 

“Always business with them, huh?” Connie quipped.

“Something like that,” Gloria said. “Hey, did Michael tell you why Fredo couldn’t make it? You’d think he’d be here. He introduced Michael and me.”

“You know, I’m not sure myself,” Connie said, though her tone wasn’t entirely convincing. “Hard to keep track of everyone. I mean, Francesca and her fiance are god knows where, and Ma just went off to take a walk.”

Gloria sighed. “I don’t think your mother likes me very much.”

“Ma’s old fashioned, is all,” Connie assured her. “She hasn’t liked anyone I married.”

“Gee, thanks, Connie.”

“You know what I mean. Don’t let this keep you from being excited.”

“I’m excited, absolutely,” Gloria said, feeling that anxious was more appropriate. “The relationship feels so different now compared to when me and Michael were just fooling around.”

Connie’s laugh caught the attention of just about everyone within a few feet of them, turning to see what the commotion was about. “Gloria, you know as well as I do that my brother does not fool around,” she whispered.

That much was true. Michael had a sense of humor, it was one of Gloria’s favorite things about him, but even that was guarded, doled out sparingly to a select few. Nothing half-assed or left to chance, he was meticulous and calculated, necessary traits to earn wartime promotions and later lead the Corleone family. She should have realized sooner that his maintaining their relationship for so long would serve a greater purpose.

Conversely, Gloria never considered herself the marrying type, not finding the trappings of domesticity appealing compared to the independence she enjoyed as a single woman. None of her other dalliances ever lasted longer than a few weeks. While she never considered herself quite the party girl that her Las Vegas peers were, she was never one to deny herself pleasure, throwing caution to the wind in pursuit of a good time if she felt so inclined.

Perhaps her appeal as a wife to Michael was two-fold, what she could offer him as potential mother of his child, and an ego boost in conquering her, a woman half-feral whose worldliness coursed through her veins. A much needed triumph after the domestication of his sophisticated New Englandite ex-wife had regressed until she destroyed her cage, blood and iron reflected in her wild green eyes. 

She looked at Mary and Anthony, playing with their cousins, seemingly unaware of the significance of the occasion. After the dinner a few weeks prior, Michael said that he had told them Kay had done something very bad, and so she left and wasn’t coming back, and they weren’t to ask him any more questions about it. She wondered if they actually believed him.

“I need some air,” Gloria said abruptly.

She rushed over to the sliding glass door that led outside, shoving a cigarette between her lips as she made her way onto the deck that overlooked Lake Tahoe. Lighting the cigarette with shaky hands, she almost didn’t notice her future mother-in-law standing just a few feet away from her.

“Mrs. Corleone—uh, hi,” Gloria said.

The matriarch was silent, save for a brief nod of acknowledgement. 

“How are you liking the party?”

“It’s fine.”

“That’s good. Michael will be glad to hear it.”

Silence once again hung in the air. Gloria brought her cigarette to her lips, watching the smoke rise above them.

“I don’t approve of the way you and Michael conducted your relationship, contributing to his marital strife,” Carmela said, pausing briefly. “Maybe it would have ended up this way without you in the picture.”

Carmela and Kay were close, she knew as much. Connie had told her that the two would often go to Mass together. For all intents and purposes, Carmela had taken Kay under her wing. It made sense, Kay had taken up the mantle previously held by Carmela, and it helped that she was a nice, college-educated woman while still being a devoted wife and mother—until she couldn’t take it anymore. Gloria being Michael’s mistress was enough for her future mother-in-law to have already made up her mind about her.

“I understand.”

“What Kay did was desperate, a horrible thing after her cries for help weren’t heeded by my son.” Carmela side-eyed Gloria. “How often was he preoccupied with you?”

“Whenever he was in Vegas on business,” Gloria answered honestly. “We went to Los Angeles together twice, too.”

“My husband, God rest his soul, always used to tell our sons, ‘A man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.’”

It was Gloria’s turn to be silent. She didn’t know the late Don Vito Corleone. Didn’t know whether or not he was a hypocrite. Michael admired him. The whole family spoke fondly of their dearly deceased patriarch. As far as Gloria was concerned, Vito was a myth, a superstition that existed in the whispers of every mafioso, spinning taller tales about their former Don with each passing year. For all she knew, people misquoted him the way they did Abraham Lincoln. 

“I’m not going to pretend I haven’t been selfish and made a lot of questionable choices. I’m not exactly sorry for them, either. For some reason, Michael loves me in spite of all of that, and I do love him.”

“That’s all that matters now, isn’t it? The only thing that can keep the family together…what’s left of it, anyway.” She gave Gloria a wistful smile. “Michael looked happy when he walked in with you. I haven’t seen him like that in a long time.”

Gloria took a long drag on her cigarette, knowing Carmela would rather that happiness be with Kay, his wife, rather than with her. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Michael asked, startling Gloria a bit. She hadn’t heard him open the glass door to go outside.

“No, I’m going to head back inside now,” his mother said. “Chilly out.”

Michael nodded. “Alright, Ma. Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Michael and Gloria were silent as the Corleone matriarch made her exit. Gloria leaned against the railing, her back pressing against the hard wood as she took one last inhale of her cigarette before flicking it aside. She watched the ember glow faintly in the wet pile of spring leaves on the ground before going out.

“I didn’t see you inside. Connie told me you needed some air,” Michael said, standing in front of her.

“Just felt a little overwhelmed. So many people,” she said, as if that hadn’t been her job for five years. Except those were all strangers. Every person in that house was related to or worked for Michael, and soon she’d be part of it. “You really didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I wanted to,” he said. 

“Like how you want to marry me?” she asked. “The way it all happened, I just—“

“You just what?”

Her attention drifted to her hands, playing with her engagement ring as she withered beneath his intense gaze. “I just wonder if you thought this through.”

“I’ve done the thinking for both of us. I know you’re nervous, darling, but this is what’s best for you,” Michael said, with all the conviction of a man who still believed she was formed of his rib. Silly woman, head full of glittering diamonds, champagne bubbles, and red lipstick. He placed a firm hand over her fidgeting one. “I won’t be as careless as I have been in the past.”

Gloria stared at him for a moment, thinking she liked him better careless, at least more so than the front he put on for everyone, including her. For how important he claimed his family was, there was always distance, if not emotional then physical. At the very least, she closed the few inches between them, kissing him with the ferocity of a woman who was still resisting the trappings of domesticity. 

It didn’t matter to him. His hands found her hips as they always did, fingers pressing deep to claim her flesh as his own. His own instinct had momentarily clouded his reason, as he pulled away from her, albeit reluctantly. His eyes were trained on hers, pupils dilated when he finally glanced behind him, as if to make sure his family hadn’t seen this temporary lapse of control from their Don.

And they hadn’t. At least none of them indicated such as the night went on, and they slowly dispersed back to their respective homes on the vast Lake Tahoe compound or in the surrounding city, giving their congratulations and well-wishes to Gloria and Michael. 

She was grateful he’d at least arranged for his children to stay over at his mother’s, though she could tell he was growing tired of her insisting they be given time to adjust to Kay’s absence and Gloria’s sudden intrusion into their life. They’d undoubtedly have questions about Gloria staying the night, in their father’s bedroom, no less.

All traces of Kay ever being there were long gone, but Gloria glanced at the bed, Michael’s initials embroidered on the linens, wondering how many nights Kay had lain awake in that very bed, knowing her husband was with her. Maybe it was a relief after a while, seeing as Kay’s tolerance for Michael only dwindled as time went on.

Gloria liked it better when those things were separate, when she could be the other woman without having to think too hard about the implications. But she hadn’t driven Kay away. Michael had. And that same man was dragging her in, his desperation not quite as raw as the night he made his proposal, but still evident, if only to her.

This time, he initiated the kiss, his lips claiming hers, payback for her daring public display of affection earlier. He sunk his teeth into her lower lip, fresh blood blending with the red lipstick she wore, no doubt smeared across her mouth as the traces of it were on his. Though his intensity scared her at times, she found it thrilling, perhaps addicted to the adrenaline that came with riling him up, the one time she felt like she had the upper hand on him.

She kissed his neck, knowing better than to leave a mark, but at least temporarily leaving a streak of crimson in her wake. Reaching between them, she rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it harden beneath her until his hips just barely bucked.

“Jesus—fuck, Gloria,” he groaned.

She gently protested his attempt to guide her back onto the bed. “Missionary, missionary,” she teased against his lips. “You know I’m the type of woman who likes variety.”

His nostrils flared, eyes widened at her words, and she resisted the urge to smirk until he’d turned her around, forcing her ass-up on the edge of his marital bed. Only in her black satin slip and panties, the latter were quickly discarded. She licked her bruised lip when she heard him unbuckling his belt, the rustling of fabric preceding his hand slipping between her folds, his fingers feeling the slick that already coated her pussy. 

She shuddered at the sensation of him rubbing her clit, and as she gripped the comforter she lay on, she silently determined that if she couldn’t get her pleasure from anyone but him going forward, she’d make sure it was on her terms. She loved sex, which was acceptable for mistresses but apparently not for wives, as the act was then relegated for procreation rather than pleasure. She didn’t see why they couldn't have both.

Michael grabbed Gloria’s hips, and she steeled herself as he pushed his cock inside her, his thrusts deep and slow until she growled, “Harder. I’m not gonna break.”

Her nails dug into the soft fabric beneath her, clawing at it as her back arched, cat-like as she took him deeper, his pace unforgiving, her cries of pleasure filling the room. He had jokingly accused her of being a masochist in the past. She never outright denied it.

“Is this what you wanted all night?” he forced out through gritted teeth.

Her moan wasn’t a good enough response, as he slapped her ass, sending a jolt through her.

“Answer me.”

“I always want you.”

“Only me.”

“Only you.”

With that, he came inside of her, and she humped the bed for that extra bit of friction on her clit, feeling her own orgasm achingly close as she felt his seed filling her. Biting her barely healed lip finally sent her over the edge, and she buried her face in the comforter, lifting it a few moments after riding out her orgasm on Michael’s cock to see a stain of blood, spit, and mascara. 

She whimpered when he pulled out of her, her pussy still throbbing from her climax. With aching muscles, she crawled up the mattress, leaning against the neatly made pillows. He undressed, his gaze fixed on her he joined her on the bed, pulling her against his chest, still slightly heaving from the exertion.

“What got into you?” he asked, amusement in his eyes.

“Besides you?” she joked before speaking her next words carefully, ever so manipulatively, “I know we’ve been trying for the baby, but can’t it at least be fun?”

He smiled, kissing the crown of her head. “I don’t see why not.”

After that night, she increasingly split her time between the hotel and his house, slowly getting to know his family better. Carmela was still icy to Gloria when she was able to make it over to the house. Those instances became more scarce, until she could only take so many visitors at her home until one evening in late spring, she passed away.

Melancholy swept over the family at the loss of their beloved mother and grandmother. Gloria regretted not having the time to build a better relationship with the woman, but the more selfish part of her lamented that she would be expected to take up the matriarchal mantle so soon, something she neither desired nor felt prepared for.

“You look beautiful, darling,” Michael murmured, helping her clasp the gold necklace her grandmother had given her for her confirmation, the pendant of the Blessed Mother resting just above her collarbone.

They stood in his bedroom, preparing for the funeral mass and wake that were sure to bring in dozens of people to the cemetery and Corleone compound.

She turned around, forehead wrinkled in concern. “This is about you and your family. I’m not sure if I should even be there.”

“Enough of this, Gloria. You’re going to be my wife, that makes you part of this too,” he said. “There are going to be a lot of people here today, some very important. I need you with me. We need to show strength and solidarity right now.”

“Alright, I—you’re right, Michael,” she said. 

Gloria grabbed her black, lace gloves off the dresser, carefully sliding them onto her hands, though she hadn’t noticed until later at the funeral mass that her engagement ring had torn through the delicate fabric.

[rainbluealoekitten]

Helloooo my new mutual! I really like your blogs and we have very similar taste. Would you like to tell me about your ocs? (The arthur and angus guys)

HELLO!!!!! well well well, this looks like a time of major celebration >:) i also love your blog a lot and firstly was very excited to become your mutual, but you also ask about my ocs??? this is incredible news

OKAY SO.

still heavily figuring out the plot/conflict/so on even though i have started writing. but, for context, it's heavily based on traditional witchcraft and faery lore, with elements of high fantasy, exceeeeepttt.... it's some random ass uni kids.

well. not *so* random. arthur and angus and both devotees and servants of the king and queen of faery (the latter really being representations of gods much older and wayyy beyond our comprehension).

arthur is very special (to me?). he's got a heart very full of love, and a secret giddy/childish, but the narrative oh so hates him. he's also just very weird while also being your typical depressed and chronically ill guy, with some tragic backstory i haven't fully fledged out yet. (he dreams about dying every single night 😔 ) it's okay though! he's got his very best friend in the world to help him! right! right?? right....

his best friend is this (incredible, talented, intelligent, show-stopping) girl called gloria/george except that while arthur is fully entangled in otherworldly politics and spends his nights talking to ghosts, she is a complete stranger to that realm. basically he can't talk to her and this creates many many conflicts.... (laughs evilly) will their love be able to save them? will their love kill them? that is yet to be seen!

one guy who IS unkillable (pause. i just had the horrible idea of killing him off in the most tragic way possible but he's the 2nd main character so like. maybe not.) is ANGUS!!!!! :D (cheers and applause from the crowd). arthur and angus are your typical moon x sunshine pairing ngl, though i don't like to reduce anything about my story to simple tropes. i'm a big fan of complex things. still, this doesn't change the fact that angus complements arthur perfectly. it's also a case of "one fell first, the other fell harder," as angus also dreams of arthur every single night, and this started years before they had even met each other. angus is very cheery and instead of swearing, he says things like "biscuits." he reminds arthur to smile :)

he's also got a cool kick-ass witchy mother who is ???? my idol??? i love her so much

.....alright this is an extremely short version of all the things i really COULD say about them but i hope you enjoyed this :) ty again for asking

[baronvonriktenstein]

url song game

[starting a new post] i was tagged by @twinvictim, Thank you so much!!

so the rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

Ohh I got a lengthy one ahead of me

Bad Bad Things || AJJ

Alrighty Aphrodite || Peach Pit

Recover || The Automatic (Automatic)

October || Broken Bells

Nobody || The Crane Wives

Vampiregirl || 9mm Parabellum Bullet

Oleander || Mother Mother

No Children || The Mountain Goats

Rose of Pain || X-Japan

Icehouse || Icehouse, previously Flowers, covered by Weep

Kiss From a Rose || Seal

Tetsukazu no Sekai || Tsubakiya Shijuusou

Eternal || Evanescence

Necromancin Dancin || Bear Ghost

Stripped || Depeche Mode

Tainted Love || Gloria Jones, covered by Soft Cell

Evelyn Evelyn || Evelyn Evelyn

It's a Sin || Pet Shop Boys

No Diggity || Blackstreet ft. Dr. Dre & Queen Pen

Tagging: ???? @pawpatrolair @partyinthemysterymachine @pholcidae @momopeachchild @re-lmayer @gasexplosionatthescalpelfactory @tartaeya @megisnotarobot @baileycasperan @evan0uir @kink-tomato @radrezi @robotfather @rennskye @souyogurt @vagabond-thulhu @wishhouse-in-your-soul @yeshihellodani @rainy-days-and-nights hmmmmmmmmm anyone who'd like to do this

wow some y'all got long fkn names

[poeticsapphicism]

she’s texting barbie on the way to work and they’re gonna keep texting the whole time she’s at work

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy Valentine's Day!! (2/2)

Ace Hearts x Gabe Legume ( @manyfandomocs ) || Angel Dearly x Roman Taylor ( @the-witching-ash ) Ariadne Blackthorn x Elys Herondale ( @ginevrastilinski-ocs ) || Cassandra Aelius x Waverly Sinclair ( @megdonnellys ) Demi July x Elliot Walker ( @ginevrastilinski-ocs ) || Gloria Gothel x Quinn Queen ( @cecexwrites ) Will Parker x Kit Barton ( @ginevrastilinski-ocs )

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[gorgeys]

Who I Write For

FEMALE CHARACTER X FEM!READER ONLY

TV/Movies

Euphoria 

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Lexi Howard

Rue Bennett

Jules Vaughn

Kat Hernandez

The Boys

Queen Maeve

Starlight/Annie January

Victoria Neuman

(seasons 1-3)

Scream 5-6

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Jennifer’s Body

Jennifer Check

D.C. Universe

Harley Quinn

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Lena Luthor

Elite

Carla Roson

Nadia Shanaa

Rebeka Parrilla

Lucrecia Montesinos

Cayetana Grajera

La Casa de Papel/Money Heist

Tokyo

Nairobi

Wolf of Wall Street

Naomi Lapaglia

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen

The Fall of the House of Usher

Camille L'espanye

Tamerlane Usher

Madeline Usher

Barbie

Basically all the Barbies

Gloria

Killing Eve

Villanelle

Eve Polastri

Glee

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Brittany S. Pierce

Mercedes Jones

Tina Cohen-Chang

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Olivia Hanan

Ruby Matthews

Aimee Gibbs

Rebelde

Emilia Alo

MJ

Andi Agosti

Jana Cohen

Dare Me

Addy Hanlon

Beth Cassidy

Collette French

Clueless

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

OBX

Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Celebrities

Little Mix

Alexa Demie

Sydney Sweeney

Zendaya

Margot Robbie

Madison Beer

Dua Lipa

SZA

Megan Thee Stallion

Beyonce

Megan Fox

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Gotham OCs Masterlist

Name: Ade Kean

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: Follow You Into The Dark

LI: Larissa Thompkins

Quote: The girl that you thought you knew, she's so gone.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Madeline Petsch

Name: Annalise Pennyworth

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: Untitled

LI: Bruce Wayne

Quote: Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: McKenna Grace

Name: Gloria Maroni

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: Vengeance

Story: Untitled

LI: Jim Gordon, Sofia Falcone, Barbara Kean

Quote: I could set the world on fire and call it rain.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Adelaide Kane

Name: Hel Mooney

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: Untitled

LI: N/A

Quote: No one made me. I made me.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Savannah Lee Smith

Name: Jeneva Valeska

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: Untitled

LI: Bruce Wayne

Quote: I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Sadie Sink

Name: Jericho Valeska

Pronouns: he/him

Alias: N/A

Story: Evermore

LI: Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle

Quote: The horror you have seen is not who you are.

Pinterest: X

FC: Cameron Monaghan

Name: Larissa Thompkins

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: Anathema

Story: Follow You Into The Dark

LI: Ade Kean

Quote: I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Eiza Gonzales

Name: Lila Hart

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: Enigma; Killer Queen

Series: Devil's Playground

Story: Everybody Wants To Rule The World

LI: N/A

Quote: 'Cause she walks like a saint, floats like an angel, sharp like a knife under the table.

Pinterest: X

FC: Sabrina Carpenter

Name: Margaret Gordon

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: Untitled

LI: N/A

Quote: I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Florence Pugh

Name: Mireille Lacroix

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: So You Wanna Talk About Power?

LI: Virginia Falcone

Quote: Ain't you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Dove Cameron

Name: Penelope Fisher

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: Untitled

LI: Jim Gordon

Quote: I saw your eyes behind your hair and you looked tired, but you didn't look scared.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Emma Stone

Name: Virginia Falcone

Pronouns: she/her

Alias: N/A

Story: So You Wanna Talk About Power?

LI: Mireille Lacroix

Quote: You're gonna wish you never had met me.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Zoey Deutch

[cecexwrites]

Gloria x Quinn (ft. Optional Harry) + Kinktober 23?

Just the girlies for this one.

Gloria was absolutely sure Quinn was doing it on purpose. 

There was no way this was an accident at this point. 

The first time she could have let herself believe it was an accident, a little slip. Even the second time, it happened. But now, this was the fourth time she found herself looking across the lab, able to see, perfectly, zero obstruction, Quinn's breast. 

Quinn was leaning over the desk, her forearms resting on the surface as she read over notes, her loose blue top hanging down, nothing underneath. Gloria stared, watching as Quinn made no move to adjust her top or cover up. When she did finally stand up, the neckline fell in a way that left her left breast completely exposed. 

The first couple of times she had covered it up pretty quickly. This time, however, she left it. 

It wasn't supposed to be frustrating. Quinn had brought up the idea of sharing resources. Of a lab they could both use. They could share both ingredients and knowledge. Gloria was loath to admit there were some things out there she didn't know, but after getting a look at Quinn's notes she had to admit, the woman knew what she was talking about. So fine, they set up shop in an old run down building- they were all old run down buildings, but this one was picked for the proxemity to the local bazaar, as well as being close to the stupid headquarters Quinn shared with her friends. 

It never occurred to Gloria that maybe Quinn would run around with her tits out. Distraction in the lab was not a good thing. Something she was reminded of as she scrambled to stop a potion from boiling over. A soft chuckle from across the room just solidified the fact that none of this was an accident.

"For fucks sake, Queen." Gloria snapped. "Might as well just take your top off at this point." Quinn glanced up, one eyebrow raised. 

"That hardly seems safe." She pointed out. Gloria's jaw clenched. "But I suppose..." She drawled, She crossed her arms in front of her, gripping the hem of her top and pulling it over her head, tossing it to the side. Gloria stared unabashedly at the woman. She had smooth tan skin, a few scars marred the surface and she found the question on the tip of her tongue 'what's that' but that was too much interest. Showing Interest on the Isle was never a good idea. 

Her breasts were full and round, not overly large, but a good handful each with dark nipples, peaked, hard, desperate for a mouth-

No. She had work to do. Gloria ripped her eyes away from the sight in front of her and snatched her own book of notes. 

Quinn grinned as Gloria wrote out a few notes, she didn't really have a reason to be up here today. Everything she was working on was currently in a place where it needed to sit. She could have stayed home, or bothered Cedrick or Galston. She could have gone to The Tavern to bother Galston's brothers. She couldn't fucking stand Gaston, but his kids were all varying levels of okay. 

However, as she sat in the loft, she saw Gloria going in and her instinct (her pussy) told her that was where she needed to be. So off she went. 

It was hot as balls on the Isle at the moment, so she'd already been in a loose top and shorts. When she walked in the door of the building they'd chosen for the lab, she'd taken off the bra she had under the top. It would be so much easier to tease without that. 

And it was working. She'd spent the better part of the last hour putting herself into positions to give Gloria little flashed of skin and based on the nearly ruined potion in the beaker on the table- it was working. 

Quinn walked around to where Gloria was writing and she hopped up on the table, a satisfied smirk crossing her face as Gloria gripped the pen tighter in her hand. 

"What?" She asked. 

"What are you working on?" Quinn glanced down at the notes but not too closely. They had an understanding. Together but separate. Unless the information was offered up- they didn't poke their nose into each others personal potion books. Gloria, however, didn't snap the book closed. 

"Anastasia Tremaine promised a substantial payment if I can come up with something to help with her hair loss." 

"Talk to Anthony." Quinn advised. 

"What?" Gloria frowned. 

"Make a bullshit potion and talk to Anthony. He's stealing Dizzy's clippers and using them on his mother after she's knocked out from the sleeping potion she takes every night. Get him to stop- the hair grows back on it's own, she pays you." Quinn's legs slowly swung back and forth, the tip of her shoe brushing against Gloria's thigh with each swing. 

"Seriously? How do you know that?"

"He asked me to make the potion I sell them stronger so he could get away with it. I thought it was funny sooooo." Quinn made a vague gesture with her hands. 

"I'm going to do that... but I'm also close with this stupid potion. I want to do it anyway. I bet in a few years Gaston is breaking down my door for this." Gloria decided, turning and getting back to work. 

"I don't think he's going to have hair loss. I mean, he's got pretty thick hair. I think he's going to have liver spots long before that- and STDs." Quinn wrinkled her nose. Gloria turned to glare at her. 

"What do I need to do to shut you up?" She asked. "I don't need a peanut gallery." Quinn turned to face her, bringing her feet up onto the table. 

"Give me something else to focus on." She shrugged. Gloria narrowed her eyes at the other woman again, her gaze sweeping over Quinn, then over the table in front of them. 

"Fine." She dropped her pen and took the two steps over, closing the gap between them. "Take off your shorts." She ordered. Quinn, to her credit, didn't falter. She unbuttoned the black shorts, lifting her hips up so she could slide them off. Under the shorts she'd worn wide woven fishnet tights, those wouldn't be an issue. And that was it. No panties. 

"Spread your legs." Gloria ordered, turning her back on Quinn and going to the cabinet where they kept extra equipment. When she turned back, Quinn had done as she was told, her legs spread wide. "Good girl." Gloria ripped the flimsy tights up the crotch and before Quinn could say anything or complain, she inserted a test tube into Quinn's soaked cunt. Quinn let out a gasp of surprise, but didn't try to get her to take it out.

"So wet for me already Quinn?" Gloria hummed. "makes me think-" She slowly began to fuck her with the test tube. It was a thick glass, she wasn't worried about it breaking, and she had played enough to know as long as she inserted the closed end- it was practically a glass dildo. "That maybe you came here with ulterior motives."

"Me?" Quinn groaned. "I would never." She let her head fall back, the test tube was a larger one, it was basically the perfect size. 

"Good." Gloria flicked Quinn's clit. "Don't touch, Quinn, or else there will be repercussions." She warned, then stepped away, going back to her work. 

"But-" Quinn pouted, the unmoving tube wasn't enough she needed more. 

"Focus on what's buried in your cunt, Quinn. When i'm done- if you were good and didn't touch, I'll reward you." She promised. Quinn pouted but didn't argue, laying back on the table, staring up at the ceiling. 

Gloria smirked, watching as Quinn squirmed. She tried to work more on the potion but between finding out she didn't really need it- and wanting to see Quinn come undone, she knew she wasn't going to get anything else done.

Instead, she cleaned up what she had set up, then undressed herself, pulling her long dark hair up into a thick ponytail to get it out of the way. 

"Such a good girl Quinn." She crooned, walking up to the still squirming woman laid out on the table for her. She thrust the tube in and out a couple time and Quinn groaned, rolling her hips. 

"Do I get my reward?" she asked, eager. 

"You do." Gloria confirmed. Gloria climbed up onto the table, carefully moving Quinn's hair out of the way, then she crawled up, hovering her cunt over Quinn's face. Automatically, Quinn reached up, gripping Gloria's hips, trying to pull her down closer, desperate for a taste. "No." She slapped Quinn's clit roughly. "not yet." She scolded. Quinn whined as Gloria remained so close but just out of reach of her tongue. 

Gloria leaned over, her hand returning to the tube, thrusting it in and out faster. 

"Now, Quinn, if you can make me cum, you get to cum, but not before." She barely got the words out before Quinn was gripping her hips again, holding herself up, feasting on Gloria's cunt. 

It shouldn't have surprised Gloria, that Quinn was good at this. Rumors were every where on the Isle and while there were very few chaste people on the Isle, Quinn's antics were known. 

Gloria increased the pace of the tube, her thumb teasing Quinn's clit with every thrust, as Quinn sucked on Gloria's clit, desperate to make her cum. 

Quinn didn't know what would happen if Gloria didn't cum before she did, but she wanted to hear the other woman cum, she wanted to taste her. It became a race to be the last to cum- but the first to get the other one to do it. Quinn held on for as long as she could, but when Gloria lowered her head, using her tongue as well as the tube- that was it. She came, hard, her nails digging into Gloria's hips, trying to hold her in place, but Gloria moved, not letting Quinn finish her off. She pulled the glass test tube out, admiring how coated it was. 

"Bad girl, Quinn, you didn't make me cum quickly enough." She scolded with a smirk. Quinn sat up, pouting as Gloria turned, her legs dangling over the side of the table. "Now you have to watch me get myself off, and you don't get to touch. Come here." She gestured for Quinn to get off the table. "kneel between my legs, but do not touch." 

Quinn hopped down from the table and did just that. She was just a few inches short of being face to- well not face- with Gloria's pussy. She could see every glistening inch. Gloria spread her legs and her hand trailed down between her legs, her clit still swollen and sensitive from what Quinn had already done. She moaned softly, pushing two fingers into her cunt. 

Quinn licked her lips, watching as Gloria masturbated, as two fingers became three.

"Fuck- Oh fuck-" Gloria gasped, her fingers moving faster. She moaned, rolling her head back, putting on the full show for the woman sitting on the floor in front of her. The pings of pleasure started to build, working up- higher- so close

She let out a cry as she came, her hips rolling, riding the cock that wasn't there. She slowly withdrew her fingers, rubbing slow small circles on her clit. 

"Gloria." Quinn huffed. Gloria smirked, lifting her hand up to her lips, sucking them clean, deepening Quinn's pout. 

"Poor, Poor Quinn." Gloria sighed, leaning back. "Do you want a taste?" She asked. Quinn nodded vigorously. "Fine." She relented. Quinn got up, closing the distance and burying her face between Gloria's legs. She wrapped her arms around Gloria's thighs, holding her close as she ate, this time she was going to make the woman cum. 

Gloria didn't stop her, instead she threaded her fingers through Quinn's dark, silky hair, tugging lightly as she let herself enjoy it, enjoy the fervor that Quinn ate her with. 

"Fuck- Fuck!" she cried out as she came for the second time in less than ten minutes. Quinn kept it going for a bit longer, then sat up, a satisfied look on her face. Gloria swallowed hard, gathering her bearings. 

"take your time." Quinn smirked. 

"You didn't have any potions to work on did you?" Gloria accused. Quinn shook her head, the smug look turning innocent a little too quickly. Gloria scoffed and hopped off the table after Quinn moved out of the way, gently gripping Quinn's chin. 

"Such a bad little slut."