#so I hope you enjoy

[little-pup-pip]

Can you do a sun and stars brown bunny mood board? :0

Yeah!!

[delulluart]

Smiling, disheveled Terzo for @angellayercake

I wanted to depict him in this quick™ drawing as the man who can wrap everyone around his finger in whatever way he wants to - not, in my humble opinion, with the very sly persona that many give him, bit with a genuine, friendly and gentle smile. The sliminess is reserved for when he wants to be a little shit or really does not like someone.

[petite-phthora]

A promise is a promise

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 16]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

Fryer = Tucker

Dann-O = Danny

Other private chat nicknames:

Kangaroo = Jason

PolarBear = Danny

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Danny has been searching online for a while now for the perfect place to take Red Hood to, for the second part of their date. He already has in mind what he wants to do, he just hopes Red Hood will like his plan.

He’ll need to make sure to get the needed materials either today or tomorrow.

Midway through his planning, his phone buzzes with a message. Danny picks his phone up, checking who sent it. He raises an eyebrow at seeing a message from Tucker in their private chat.

He opens his phone to read the text, putting his date-planning on hold for now.

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Private chat

Fryer: so wheres my tim drake-wayne autograph danny? when am i gonna get it huh?

Dann-O: wait what? 😦

Dann-O: I still need to get it for you?? 😥😥

Dann-O: but you didn’t even end up wiping the cams ☹️

Dann-O: they were already wiped!!

Fryer: ye but I still wouldve wiped them if they werent already its all abt the intent danny

Fryer: u promised me the autograph now u gotta follow thru with it u cant just go back on ur word >:(

Dann-O: fine I’ll try and get it for you

Dann-O: I did promise 😓

Dann-O: but be prepared that it might take a while 😬😬

Fryer: great! thnx my dude knew u would come thru for me ur the best love ya danman 😘

Dann-O: yeah yeah I know 🙄😒

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With a small sigh, Danny closes the chat between him and Tucker. He’s unsure how to go about getting that autograph.

He can’t just stalk the guy and nag him into giving the autograph, then he’d probably end up with a restraining order instead.

He could try looking online for one, but those will probably be very expensive. Though, he might be able to trick the guy into signing something? Or perhaps steal one when he’s at the manor this Saturday anyway?

However… Perhaps he can get some help with this… Danny considers.

He looks back at his phone and opens another chat.

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Private chat

PolarBear: hey, so uh, random question ☝️

PolarBear: you wouldn’t happen to have a Tim Drake-Wayne autograph 🤔

PolarBear: or maybe know a way of getting one

PolarBear: would you?? 😅😅

Kangaroo: Why do you want one?

PolarBear: it’s not for me

PolarBear: but I kinda promised my friend I’d get one for him 😅😓

Kangaroo: Ah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.

PolarBear: really? 😲

PolarBear: thanks!! 🥰💕

PolarBear: but it’s fine if you can’t

PolarBear: like don’t feel obligated to help or something

PolarBear: if need be I’ll probably just trick him into signing something for me 🙃

PolarBear: or I could just sneak in once we’re TPing the place anyway

PolarBear: and just get one of his documents or something 👀👀

Kangaroo: Hell yeah, sign me up. This will be fun :)

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In another realm, a bright toxic green smoke hits an unsuspecting victim, a crazed giggle following behind coming from the origin of the strange smoke.

The victim, instead of fleeing, stops right in their tracks, collapsing into themselves. Not a moment later their laughter joins in with the giggling from before.

The smoke fades away and reveals a man with bright purple hair and glowing red eyes. He’s wearing a green suit with a red vest and a purple dress shirt underneath.

In his breast pocket on the outside of his suit is a glowing red flower with purplish-black leaves that looks like a rosebud of some sort.

His face is stark white with a greenish undertone and his lips are bright red and pulled back into a deranged grin.

This insane clown who's hellbent on dragging the people of Gotham into his madness is a fairly new resident of the Infinite Realms. He’s a specter. A wraith.

A ghost.

The Joker moves closer towards the other ghost. The other ghost keeps laughing, not reacting to the Joker’s approach.

However, once the Joker is within a few meters of them, the ghost starts choking. While the ghost is unable to stop the mix of laughing and coughing, a glowing green liquid starts flowing out of their mouth.

Ectoplasm.

While they’re involuntarily laughing, their eyes are full of distress. The Joker just moves closer, humming a little tune.

Once close enough, the Joker bends down, getting right in the other ghost’s face. Ignoring the other ghost’s attempt at flinching away, the Joker drags a finger across the ghost’s face, wiping up some of the glowing green liquid.

The Joker takes a close look at it, the grin on his face becoming impossibly, inhumanely, wider.

“Oh, this! This is going to be a right laugh!” He exclaims, cackling a little. He straightens back up before continuing.

“It’ll be the show of a lifetime,” He turns around, “Don’t you agree, my friend?”

The person who has been watching the entire display from the sidelines doesn’t respond verbally, their own deranged grin forming on their face, no outside influence needed.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing @i23432i @imsotiredfanficlovertm @jaguarthecat @arkita-shadow @ilydana

[illiana-mystery]

New month, new fic! Yay! Also I had to post a new one on the first day of Willem's birth month. It just felt right, you know?

Anyway, this fic has been so fun to write so far. I actually just started writing Chapter 3 and know how I'm gonna end this one with Chapter 4! Yay! 

This fic is basically smut with a plot. So there's gonna be a lot of sensual flirting along with full on smut scenes. Read the summary below for more information:

Arnold is an under-appreciated, high achieving sales representative at the Fortune 500 software company, Rivaware. And despite his hard work and perseverance, he's stuck in a loveless marriage and his new diagnosis of General Anxiety Disorder has caused his sales numbers and confidence to plummet. Once the highest earner every month, he's become a shell of his former self. And his boss, the strong and beautiful, Alondra Chanté Rivera Hidalgo, has noticed. She knows about his woes and that he has an inappropriate crush on her. But she still takes it upon herself to help build his confidence again, by becoming his confidant and mistress. Her own husband be damned.

Taglist: @ghnaim24, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @dreamlikedesires​, @writingkitten​

[dykedara]

Fallen angel named Judas and risen demon named Mary!!! They traded places between heaven and hell and also they're bisexual and t4t

[bonkobarnes]

ok ok i'm caving and asking you something anon but it's you putting such thoughts out there making me spiral. let's say cam/becca finger sucking who's initiating? in my mind it's always cams fingers because of reasons and it's between becca doing it to be hot or cam shutting becca up

I did not forget about this I have actually thought about it at length. We are not gonna talk about how this was me restraining myself

- most obvious to me is: Becca sucking Cam’s fingers and Becca doing it to get a rise out of cam

- cam inviting Becca over, cam not being able to wait, cam fucking Becca on her dining room table

- cam pulling her fingers out, going to wipe them off on her pants and Becca grabbing Cam’s wrist and then licking them clean

- Becca just locking eyes with Cam and moaning over the taste of herself. Languid but deliberate until Cam is rubbing her own thighs together

- option b: Cam making Becca suck on her fingers (reasons being endless)

- Becca has a secretly severe oral fixation and if she can’t kiss cam she needs something to do with her mouth

- Becca getting chatty while cam fucks her and Cam having enough of it so she puts a hand over her mouth. Becca licking and biting at her palm until Cam gets the message and puts 2 fingers in her mouth

- Cam telling Becca to suck on her fingers like she would suck on her strap

- Because Cam wants the visual even if she actively strapping her. Wants to see how Becca would do it. What her mouth would look like and what it would sound like

- Becca then taking Cam’s fingers all the way until she’s gagging a bit. When Becca pulls back there’s a string of saliva connecting her lips and the tips of cam’s fingers and she just dives back in to chase it.

- Becca likes it better than sucking on her strap because it actually tastes like Cam and her hands are always so warm and she likes the weight on her tongue

- option c (least likely but personal fav): Cam sucking on Becca’s fingers

- Becca straddling Cam, running her fingers thru her hair and Cam breathing heavy because they have been making out for 20 minutes and she’s getting wound up

- Becca looking down at Cam and running a thumb over her lips, trying to wipe away some of the lipstick

- Cam’s lips parting just enough, the tip of her tongue touching Becca’s thumb

- Cam’s big brown doe eyes shining in the lamp light, looking up at Becca like she put the stars in the sky

- Becca telling her to open up and Cam doing so without hesitation, totally compliant

- Becca cupping Cam’s jaw and then sliding her thumb in her mouth, over her tongue

- Cam immediately wrapping her lips around it, sucking lightly and swirling her tongue

- Becca calling her a good girl because she listens so well

- Cam pleased at the praise, and going to chase Becca’s other fingers, seeing if she can get the same reaction

- Becca using those same fingers to fuck Cam because she did such a good job getting them ready for her

[wolfeyedwitch]

Hidden scars for No Prisoners?

Hello! I am so sorry for how long the wait has been on this. I hope you enjoy the story and art, and thank you for sticking around!

Velissa’s hands hovered over the painful-looking scars, not daring to touch them. Her heart was in her throat, choking off any words she might have said. She’d known the young mage she’d rescued from the town would need medical attention. If nothing else, the girl’s hands would need therapy after having been immobilized in their restraints for so long. But this?

There were so many. Some were mostly healed, if healed poorly. Others were fresh, little more than scabbed-over blisters. 

The thin, scarred shoulders hunched in further as Velissa watched, making the girl’s discomfort obvious. Pale skin littered with red weals pulled tight over spine and shoulder blades. 

“They thought it was funny,” the girl said, breaking the silence. Her voice was raspy, like she hadn’t used it in a while. “The guards.” 

Velissa finally managed to find her own voice and ask, “What was funny?” 

“Burning me,” the girl answered quietly. “A fire mage, getting hurt by her own element. Hilarious.”

Velissa thought she could feel her heart break at that. Elemental deprivation was a form of torture for mages, and something the town cells relied on to keep mages imprisoned. For the girl’s only contact with her element to be when someone used it against her was an extra level of cruelty.

“I’m so sorry,” she said finally, unsure of what else she could possibly offer. 

The only response she received was the girl quietly beginning to cry.

Taglist:

@kim-poce @cupcakes-and-pain @badluck990 @livingforthewhump @ghostfacepepper @fleur-alise @extemporary-whump @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @towerlesskey @darlingwhump

[legend-of-thyme]

the season of all natures chapter 2/2

In which Sky has a nightmare and Wild returns a favor

Link threw himself to his knees and slid to a stop angling his body to act as a shield between Zelda and Ghirahim, and frantically scrabbled at the chains that held his friend. His breath came in heavy pants and his fingers felt slow and clumsy.

“Zel,” he pleaded, needing to hear her voice. If she could still speak she wasn’t too far gone. “Can you hear me? I’m here now, I’ll get you out. Promise. Just stay with me, okay?”

Her head suddenly snapped up to look at him and he stumbled back. Her eyes glowed a fiery red, and darkness streamed down her cheeks like tears. 

“It took you far too long to get here, Link. I fear I have been mistaken in my choice of agents. If this failure is any indication, you have no hope of defending me from those who seek to assail me. Do my words anger you, sleepyhead? Do my words sting?” 

Sky sat bolt upright and reached for his sword coming up empty handed. Looking around frantically he found Fi, safe in her scabbard, leaning up against a bookcase.

Wait. Books wouldn’t be able to survive the fires of the temple. The air still felt close, like a tight band around his chest. He pulled in a deep breath around it and coughed when he found it to be easier- and the air colder- than he expected. Memory came rushing back to him. He was in Legend’s Hyrule not his own, safe in a guest room provided by the princess. Zelda was safe and home in their own time. 

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[iwakuraz]

song - ryan north by northwest - car seat headrest

since I haven't been able to upload any new drawings for the last few days, I decided to post an older flipnote that I never posted here! :3 more gay cat art SOON. please don't give up on me. I'm working on a new flipnote as well and some other stuff

[capriciouswrites]

on the sixth day of halloween my true boo gave to me...one (not) hallucination

Any mission that the Outlaws were able to get away from was a good mission. Except they’re maybe having some issues with the actual getting away part. Kori is out for the count — Jason has her in a fireman’s carry, walking backwards while he covers their retreat — and Roy is well aware that there is probably something really wrong with his leg. But he can hobble onto the ship and get it into the air and —

They make it out of danger, which is to say, the planet they’re leaving doesn’t have space travel yet, before the alarms start going and he’s pulling up the screen and —

“Shit, shit,” he chants and tries the fixes he knows and, he presses the intercom button so that he can be heard wherever Jason’s ended up — his bet is on the infirmary getting Kori settled, and healed if he can. “We’re losing pressure, bad. There’s a break in the hull, front port — if you can get Kori awake she might be able to weld it shut until we can get somewhere to fix it for real, but we’ve probably only got like three hours before we’re space dust if we don’t stop it.”

“Kori isn’t going to wake up for a while,” Jason says from behind him, and Roy jumps so hard in shock he jars his leg and has to swallow back a pained whimper. He must succeed because Jason doesn’t stop talking his voice no longer filtered through his helmet. “I’ve got her stabilized but the system can’t figure out what they drugged her with. But I’ll take care of the hull if you can just keep driving us home.”

And as soon as Jason says that the alarms stop blaring and when Roy checks the readouts it says they’re holding steady and that doesn’t make any sense. Kori can seal up a crack but Jason can’t — and how could he do it from the bridge with him — what did he do, threaten to shoot at it and make it behave?

“How —“ Roy turns around and abruptly forgets how to breathe. “Okay,” he says, transfixed and having more than a little trouble thinking, “I know I said that the only place I was hurt was my leg, but I think I was wrong. I think I hit my head. Or got drugged. Or something because…” He gestures expansively with his hands even though there’s no way Jason could intuit what he’s seeing.

And he, honestly, doesn’t have words for it.

Jason walks closer. And Roy honestly isn’t sure if he’s a hallucination, although he can feel the vibration of the steps on the metal flooring so if he’s a hallucination he’s a solid one, or if the hallucination is just what he’s wearing. Which is, well, it’s not his Red Hood gear that’s for sure.

But Jason is frowning and his hands are coming up to Roy’s shoulders and carefully guiding him back to sit down and then those same careful hands are checking Roy’s head and —

And Roy cannot think because there is a cleavage window and he’s not blind, he knows that Jason has a nice chest, the things he wears under his body armor are tight but…but this is — this is just too much.

Something about the cleavage window is a lot more provocative than just no shirt, too, and Roy can’t even make fun of the fact that the cut out is in the shape of a bat because — because if he makes fun of it maybe it’ll go away and that is absolutely the last thing he wants.

Of course, if it’s a hallucination it’s going to either go away or get worse or something but —

Holy shit, he’s just going to enjoy this for as long as he can.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Jason asks, and Roy can see there’s a hand extended but he cannot move his gaze from where it’s locked. Jason is always covered up — which Roy hasn’t thought much of until now and now he’s not sure he’s going to be able to think of anything else ever again.

“Are your nipples pierced?” he asks, his own voice sounds an octave higher and much breathier than he’s used to but, well, he’s pretty sure no one could blame him if they could see what he’s seeing. Which no one else can because this is absolutely a figment of his imagination.

Jason laughs, which does interesting things to his chest and Roy is starting to wonder if maybe the oxygen leak was worse then he thought and he’s dying and hallucinating and —

But Jesus, what a way to go.

“You’re fine, Harper,” Jason says with a huff, but his fingers are still gentle against the back of Roy’s skull.

“I know you are, but what am I,” Roy responds and then fails to stop his hand from reaching up and touching the chest in front of him. For a hallucination it seems very solid. And he’d think that maybe Jason was actually there but he can feel the warmth of silky skin and — “Jesus,” he breathes. “I might be dying and my mind is trying to give me something nice to see.”

There’s a choked sound that Roy thinks is probably a smothered laugh. “Okay, get the autopilot set up and we’ll get your knee looked at.”

Roy would, he really would, but as much as he’s bragged about being able to fly the ship blindfolded or one handed he actually can’t and he can’t look away from the glorious sight in front of him so — he whimpers when Jason turns him around, and he tries to keep looking over his shoulder but then those hands are turning his face back towards the screen and —

Petulantly he gets the autopilot set up towards the nearest friendly planet they’ll be able to do repairs at. There’s still, he thinks, a decent chance they’re actually already dead but he might as well try and hey, if they’re not and he just took a knock to the head it’ll be a good story later.

“There, set,” he says, and promptly turns around — only to be lifted up and out of the chair and — okay, so it’s not a cleavage window but it’s still a good view. The hallucination suit is a lot tighter than the Red Hood outfit and Roy wants to know if he can petition for Jason to swap his pants out for tights because damn. “Are you wearing heels?” he asks, after a moment as his gaze trails closer to the ground.

“I’m literally holding the ship together and you care about my heels,” Jason says, voice light like this is something they joke about and Roy is just, not having a good time processing.

“They do,” Roy says, reaching out a hand to pat the body part in question, “amazing things to your ass.”

The jostle he gets for that is probably fair, to be honest, even if he can tell Jason is still being careful of his knee. And then he’s being put down on the exam chair for the robo-doc to take a look at his knee and he can look at the full sight as Jason punches in the instructions to the wall unit and some dull spark of memory flairs to life.

“Wait, are you — are you seriously a Star Sapphire?” Roy asks, incredulous, not because he doesn’t think Jason is one of the most loving people he knows — if hidden behind an epic amount of surly attitude and ammunition most of the time — but because shouldn’t he have…

Vaguely the memory of a drinking game when they first teamed up comes back to him and —

Jason shoots him an amused look before clicking the last button on the wall and Roy falls back with a groan as the med-robot blocks his view.

“It’s unfair that you’ve been hiding this suit from us! You’ve been holding out and I, for one, am deeply offended!” Roy shouts out the open door after Jason, because yes, okay he thought he was dying and hallucinating but he refuses to be ashamed of what really was a natural reaction to Jason Todd in a skin tight Star-Sapphire uniform with heels and a cleavage window.

[little-pup-pip]

Hohi!! Can I pls request a gender-neutral lamb moodboard? pink n no pacifier please, n generally softer items wld be very appreciated !! (like plushies n blankjs :D)

Yeah!!

[unma]

Heya, @cjhern1109 I'm sorry I'm really late on this but I was your Secret Santa this time. I decided to cut this down way shorter near the end because I thought it was better that way but I'll post the extended version in the next couple of days.

I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you to @venelona for hosting the Secret Santa!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

A letter from Scarecrow (Yellow lantern, BTAS, Brave and the bold, Year one, Fear state, or Arkham Knight?) to some supposed 'anonymous secret admirer' who keeps leaving him thoughtful gifts and flattering letters?

To my secret admirer,

I know it's you. You're not very good at sneaking around, little one. I must say, it's been nice though. The letters do not go unread, and the imported coffee tastes wonderful.

I would like to impose a meeting between the two of us, for now I only know you through a yearbook picture I procured from the local high school. You must look much older though, it's been years since this was taken. I know a lot about you, you see.

I know you have a cat named Snickerdoodle, and that you can't sleep well on rainy nights. I know your favorite meal is crispy fried chicken with mashed potatoes--brown gravy not white, I tend to enjoy southern cuisine as well. Imagine that.

Meet me at the coffeehouse on Wayne Ave.

I want to thank you for all you've done.

Yours, The Scarecrow

[illiana-mystery]

Chapter 2 is up! In this chapter, Wolf and Nadia have some well needed alone time and fun of the foreplay variety in her office. It's both smut and fluff! 😉😏

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 where Wolf and Nadia return home and catch up on the time they lost since Wolf has been on his new case. 

Taglist: @ghnaim24​, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky​, @iobsessoverfictionalmen​, @emily-ella-nightshade89​, @writingkitten​, @dreamlikedesires​​

[raelle-writing]

Chapter 26 of the Hogwarts AU collab with @kerrikins! 

Chapters: 26/40 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham & Tae Taechin Lerttravinont, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun & Time Thaweewat Ratanapakorn, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Chapter summary:

Vegas and Pete have an important conversation. Tay makes a discovery. Pete reaches his breaking point.�� 

Work summary:

When Hogwarts flirt Vegas Theerapanyakul realizes he’s about to hit a milestone in his sexual conquests, his friend Time makes a bet with him about whether he can seduce a random, inexperienced Hufflepuff. However, Pete Saengtham proves difficult to woo. Soon, what started as a bet turns into a matter of pride, then gradually morphs into something neither Vegas, Time, nor Pete quite expects.

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Translation in Portuguese, Persian, Spanish, and Vietnamese available! Links in description.

[softquietsteadylove]

Alright, something spicy needs to happen between mafia boss Thena and mafia boss Gil!

"Ice Queen."

"Tyrant King."

Insufferable--it had been insufferable between them since their meeting with Ajak. Since she'd made her little 'comment'.

"Please don't fuck each other in my office."

Gilgamesh had gone pretty quiet about it. He would be lying if he said he hadn't been embarrassed by the comment. But he couldn't afford to be flustered--he had an image to uphold.

Thena had upheld hers flawlessly. She'd gone cold--unreadable. And she didn't even look at him the entire rest of the meeting. Not on the walk out of her office, not while they were each waiting for their escorts back to their own offices.

He hadn't seen her since then until today.

"How's business?" he asked, hoping he was pulling off the 'nothing unusual here' vibe as he sat across from her.

"Steady."

He resisted the urge to tug at his tie as he leaned forward to sign some of the papers she presented him.

"How is Koreatown?"

It was all feeling a little too familiar. He gulped, glancing up. It proved to be a mistake, he realised.

Thena tucked some hair behind her ear as she signed the next one herself before passing it over to him. Her white satin dress showed just a hint of cleavage as her breasts pushed against the desk.

Gil gave his tie just a little tug. "Quiet."

Thena's eyes rose as she turned and slid the paper over to him. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his tattoos as always. The tie was new, though--usually he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, displaying the tattoos also encroaching on his chest. She'd always wondered how much of him was inked and how much was just golden skin...

Those eyes of hers were on him. He knew. He could feel them. But he kept quiet about it. He was trying to be a gentleman about it, although he wasn't entirely sure why. Trying to be a gentleman hadn't helped him last time at all.

Thena signed the last one carefully. Her shawl shifted in its place of being nestled in the crooks of her elbows. Once finished she pulled it up over her bare shoulders again. It wasn't as if the lace was opaque, but it was a signature, of sorts.

Gilgamesh had his muscles, his tattoos, a face that could go from smiling and laughing to dark and deadly in a second.

She had her carefully woven lace, her shimmering white satin clothes, a face that was always cold and a knife always strapped to her thigh.

Gil's eyes followed it as she pulled it up and forward. It didn't do anything to hide her away, but as soon as the white shrouded her porcelain skin he mourned seeing it uncovered. He tugged at his tie again.

"What are you wearing that for?"

"What?"

Thena rolled her eyes. She wasn't one for unnecessary words, let alone small talk. But she had wanted to know, so she had asked. "I have never seen you wear a tie in all the years you've been in town."

"I've worn ties before."

She scoffed at his quick retort. "Not unless it's to conduct business."

"This is business."

"I am not a mark," she narrowed her eyes at him like a cat watching its prey. "No need for the formality, Tyrant."

He puffed through his nose, and she looked just as affronted as he felt. He gripped the knot, "I'll take it off then, Ice."

"I didn't say you had to take it off."

"Then why bring it up?"

"All I did was ask," she huffed and stood from her chair, uncrossing her legs and resettling her shawl again.

Gil finished his last signature in rush, tugging his tie looser and looser. What was with her? "There."

"Pleasure doing business," she offered the typical and polite placation at the end of any business dealing in their line of work.

She walked over to him, her lace around her shoulders, caressing its way down her arms and them just brushing her hips on its way down. It was like an embrace around her, teasing and beckoning all at once. Her dress had a slit to allow her the room to cross her legs when sitting. It revealed a slim, pale calf and killer stiletto heel.

Gil managed to drag his eyes back up the leg and to her offered hand (somehow). He grasped it in his, always making sure to be soft with it. He knew that she wouldn't like knowing he was trying to be careful with her, but...he couldn't help it. Her hand was so small - so light - whenever he got to hold it in his.

Not that he looked forward to it or anything.

"Pleasure."

Thena dashed her eyes away as he brought the hand up to his lips. He deliberately avoided the two rings on her index and middle fingers, slipping a kiss right to her fourth knuckle. He aimed for her bare skin on purpose, although she always made extra sure to hide the shiver she might have - occasionally - experienced when he did.

"Pleasure indeed."

She knew how sexy she was. Fuck, she knew it, and she knew she was driving him crazy--she had to. Gil tugged his suit jacket, tugged at his tie, anything to get his mind off the woman in front of him. The woman who was all too capable of killing him with her bare hands, he had to remind himself.

"Well," he cleared his throat, unable to resist tugging the tie further and further towards being off completely. "Until next time, I guess."

"Leave the tie at home."

"Okay," he snorted, leaving it just barely on and turning to her with a glare as he popped the stiflingly tight collar open. "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" she growled right back at him.

He gave a little grin--just the type that got her riled up (like when he called her 'Princess'). "Flustered?"

"Why would I be?" Cold as Ice, her Majesty.

Gil chuckled, which got her shoulders up again. "It was your fault, you know--Ajak's little comment."

"My fault?!" There it was--the Ice Queen's temper. For all her frostiness, she could get boiling hot under the right circumstances. "You were the one trying to kiss me!"

"Okay fine," he shrugged, and she froze. She hadn't been expecting him to concede so easily. She'd probably been expecting him to argue that it was her trying to kiss him, but he didn't really care who was trying to kiss whom. He leaned forward, just a little. She'd gotten pretty close all on her own as she'd stormed over to him. "So?"

"S-So?" Thena raised her shoulders. She kept her eyes on him, trying to keep her focus sharp. She hadn't expected such a surrender from him, let alone for it to be about that.

She had been thinking endlessly about their...incident. She had been playing it over and over again, so ready to defend to her death that she was not the one trying to initiate something. She was not trying to kiss him in Ajak's office. She didn't lean in, she didn't reach out to pull him closer, she didn't get a whiff of his cologne and let it fog over her brain and all its reservations.

And she most certainly had never thought about fucking him--in anyone's office. Ever.

Gil moaned as she grabbed what remained of his tie and pulled him in. God, he'd been just aching for this. Ever since he'd come so close, all he could think about was the thought of her lips on his. He'd even started keeping lilies on his desk at his own office. No one had been brave enough to ask him why the sudden change, and he would have been too embarrassed to admit that it was to remind him of the smell of her anyway.

Thena gasped as he moved quickly, running his tongue along her lip to ask for more. She granted it, maybe a little too quickly and easily. But it wasn't the time for thinking things over and over. There wasn't time to analyze, because it was already happening. And he was a really good kisser.

Thena's hands tossed his tie aside, undoing buttons like a woman on a mission. He didn't want to be found lacking, though. His hands were gentle, pulling the delicate lace away from her, winding it around his hand before letting it slip away. He would replace its caressing presence on her skin.

"Gil," she heard herself gasp as his hands ran down her shoulders, over her arms and then to her waist and hips. He lifted her like it was nothing and her arms reflexively wrapped around his neck. Her hands gripped his shoulders, not that she could get any real grip with the size of her hands. He was like a wall of muscle.

Gil moaned as her tongue moved against his. He turned them, setting her on her desk as he moved to her neck. He pushed her hair out of the way, eager to take its place as well. He latched onto her fluttering pulse, kissing and nipping and listening to her responses to both.

Thena's chest heaved for breath as Gil continued to banish her thoughts from forming properly. His mouth was on her throat, his hands were just barely beginning to slip the straps of her dress down. Then they were sneaking down further again.

"Do you have any idea," he growled against the flat of her stomach, rumpling the shimmering material of her dress as he tugged it up and out of his way. He tossed the skirt of it over her knees, revealing the holster he knew she kept there. His fingers moved gently over the skin of her inner thigh. "How beautiful you are?"

Thena bit her lip, trying not to gasp as he released the holster, letting it drop to the floor. His fingertips were surprisingly soft as he rubbed the reddened skin from where the clip dug into her flesh to hold itself up. The Tyrant King was a surprisingly gentle soul for what his title said about him. It was one of the things about him she found most charming, entirely against her will. "No."

"No?" he chuckled, lowering his head to kiss the inside of her knee. He knelt down, looking up at her with a coolly raised brow. "Shall I show you?"

Thena panted, feeling entirely too flushed for her liking as her eyes met his. She looked up and away, pressing her heel into his shoulder. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could fluster her.

"Ah," he chided, catching the heel before she could dig it into his suit. He was careful, but maybe a little teasing, as he undid the strap of it. He flicked the latch open and extracted the strap with his teeth. He looked up at her again, "let me work, Ice."

Thena's head rolled back as he licked up her ankle until he could kiss the back of her calf. He give the inside of her knee a lick again before continuing up and up and up. She felt dizzy, her fingers crinkling the papers they had so carelessly left sitting around before...this.

Gil gripped her hips, helping to ease her back as he kissed the mark where her holster had been sitting. He trailed his fingers up under the seam of her dress slit, running them along the sheer edge between her legs. "Thena?"

She bit her lip again, trying to keep herself from whining at him. But the firmer he pressed the more she was ready to wrap her legs around him and lock him in place until she was good and finished. "More."

He delved in without hesitation. Her hips lifted off the desk as his tongue pressed against her, flat and firm, but he held her steady.

"Fuck!" Thena screamed out, the sound of it filling her office between her pants and gasps and moans. Gil moaned in reply, not letting her feel alone in her pleasure, even on the actively pleasuring side of things. Her hands slid down, her fingers running through his hair as his tongue pushed into her. Her vision blurred, the light of her office becoming a glowing halo, beckoning her towards release. "Gil!"

He listened carefully, testing what worked for her. He'd never had a job more important than this. He held her thighs in his hands, barely able to keep them from crushing his head as she writhed against him. Not that he really minded if she wanted to crush his head between those deadly strong thighs of hers. What a way to die.

"Gil," she whimpered, her hips rolling and her voice leaking into her breath more and more. "Yes, yes, please, there!"

Thena collapsed backwards onto her desk, her hips bucking against his grasp as he pushed her over the edge. He drank up her ecstasy happily, holding her trembling legs as she flinched with each wave of pleasure rolling over her.

Gil pulled away slowly, letting her legs down and moving back up without any sudden movements. He pulled her back up gently, kissing her in greeting. "You good?"

She was so much more than good. But he could never ever know that, ever. Thena nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. It was bad enough that she was going have that 'glow' after not having a release like that in god knew how long.

Gilgamesh might have been a dangerous mob boss, and the Tyrant King, and a surprisingly good cook, but he was not a selfish lover. That was for sure.

Gil picked her up again and brought them back to her office couch, across from the scene of the crime. Thena was still collecting her breath, head against his chest, although she'd resisted being fully held in his arms.

Gil was still savouring the moment when he felt her fingers resume their job of undoing his shirt. She really was the master of a featherlight sleight of hand. He hadn't even noticed until she was pulling his shirt out from his trousers. "You ready for more?"

"I don't leave debts unpaid."

"I don't-!" Gil bit his tongue as she latched onto his earlobe with her teeth, biting down just a little harder than playfully. Her tongue soothed it not a second later, then she was kissing down his neck as he had done for her. Her hands moved deftly, pushing away his shirt, and his jacket, and unzipping him with butter-smooth movements.

"Sh," she breathed against his skin, letting him get nice and riled up. If he was going to make an absolute mess of her then she was going to melt him into a puddle.

Not that she had been wanting to or anything.

"Let me," she whispered, kissing down over his collarbone and tracing her hands over the intricate tattoos. She kissed down to his chest, where the inky sea parted, revealing light chest hair. She pressed her palm to it as her other hand found the shape of him.

"Thena," Gil grunted, already raising his hips into her touch. He was at her mercy, and he didn't mind one bit.

"The king indeed," she purred in his ear, enjoying the flush of red that shot up from the base of his neck. It wasn't entirely flattery, either; her heart pounded as she wrapped her hand around him completely. Her hips had a familiar aching in them. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," Gilgamesh choked out, his hands gripping her raised hips and sliding up further, pulling her dress with it.

"Mm," she hummed, kissing along his cheeks until reaching his lips again. She hovered over him, forcing his eyes to meet hers again. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," he whispered, although his eyes slid closed again as she slid down onto him. He groaned, his hands moving over her back to pull her closer to him. "Thena."

He said her name so beautifully. But she wanted to hear him robbed of words--even her name. She started moving in his lap, his hands on her back, her lips on his--on his cheeks, on his neck. She pressed against his chest, feeling the muscles of his pecs flex under her with every thrust.

"Fuck, Thena," he panted, enjoying himself entirely as she moved on top of him.

Thena bit her lip. It felt good. It felt really good. But this wasn't about just her. "Tell me how much you wanted me."

"So bad," Gil panted in response, his lips eager to find the little spot between her jaw and neck again.

Thena gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Tell me you want me now."

"More than anything," he growled, his hands still moving over her back. They finally - finally! - found the hidden zip of the dress at her side and pulled it down.

Thena's eyes shot open as he dragged the zipper down, and then ripped the dress clean apart into two. It fell off her to the floor. She pulled away from his lips with snarl. "You-!"

Gil pulled out of her, catching her growling at him and the absence of him all at once. He lifted her, flipping them so he could lie over her on the sizeable sofa properly. "I'll buy you a new one."

"That's not the point!" she barked at him. She was angry about her dress. She was frustrated about the way he'd stopped fucking her just to change positions. And she was irritated with the way he had sat up and away from her just to stare. "What?!"

Gil ignored her, running a hand through his hair as he took a few breaths, both of them in their naked glory under her office light.

Fuck, he was beautiful. The light accented the shadows and angles of his muscles, and all of the human curves in between. And he was still rock hard. Thena raised a brow at him, eager to sink her teeth into him, both metaphorically and physically, if the opportunity arose. "Do you always stop in the middle of fucking just to catch your breath."

He looked down at her like a wife who was nagging him about something. But he grinned, lying over her again and kissing her just as hard as he had when she'd grabbed him by the tie. She moaned in response, back arching up to him. He ran his fingers through her hair, pushing and tussling it however he liked.

Thena gasped as he pushed it up and away, his tongue running over her earrings, and the backs of them, before whispering: "no, but I do want to savour every minute of making love to you."

He thought he was so cute--he thought he was so charming. Thena kept kissing him, refusing to let him see the look on her face as she felt butterflies.

Gil tore his lips away from hers, enjoying the pout to them as she tried to follow with her own. He left one last kiss on them before kissing over her cheeks to the opposite ear. He hoped he would get to actually see her blushing, but that would have to wait for another day. "Are you ready for me, Gongjunim?"

Thena pinched him, right in the love handle over his hip. She had been ready before he'd interrupted them just to use some sappy line on her.

"Right away," he chuckled, his breath on her neck as he pushed into her again, "your Majesty."

Thena let out a deep moan as he started moving again, her legs tangling up with his as he started thrusting again. Her hands gripped his shoulders and then dragged down to the thick muscle over his sides. "Fuck, Gil, yes!"

"Thena," he groaned, burying his nose in her neck, just as she was doing burying her face against his shoulder. He moved, nudging her until he could kiss her again. He wanted to feel her and smell her and taste her all at once. He wanted every one of his senses screaming 'Thena' at the same time. "Shit, baby, you gotta come soon."

Oh, she was much closer than he thought she was. Her lip was probably bruised from biting into it so hard. But their tongues met again, and as his mouth left hers a whimper ripped out. "Gil, I'm so close."

He picked up pace.

"Fuck, fuck, yes," Thena panted, her hips moving with his just as desperately. One arm looped around his neck and the other pulled at the hair at the back of his head. "Gil!"

Gil pressed his mouth to her neck as she gripped him, swallowing him up in every sense of the word. Her heartbeat pounded all throughout her, travelling through him with every pulse of all of her muscles at once. His hips continued to move, dragging them both through it, drawing out the agonising pleasure of it all.

Thena squeezed her eyes hard before they fluttered open. It was just hazy white for a few minutes. The ceiling of her office came into focus slowly. She was much more aware of the weight of Gilgamesh panting on top of her, his arms around her, her legs wound around his like vines. Part of her wanted to get up and walk away from him and all of it, cold as ice.

She couldn't even if she really wanted to, realising her head was half in the clouds and her knees weren't going to work for at least a few minutes.

Gil turned his face into her neck again, kissing lightly up until he could reach her lips again. The kiss was warm and gentle. "Hey."

"Hey," she said while taking a deep breath in, blinking a few times in an effort to reorient herself. But Gil was still kissing her - like he couldn't get enough - and she was still letting him.

Not that she enjoyed kissing him or anything.

"C'mere," Gilgamesh murmured, pulling himself up and pulling her with him with an arm around her waist again. She was soft against him as he pulled them both into sitting up. He reached for his rumpled dress shirt, draping it around her pink flushed shoulders as he held her on his lap. "So?"

Thena peeled her eyes open, doing her best to glare at him for interrupting her tranquility. She raised a brow at his bright grin, practically giggling with glee. "So what?"

He was even more undeterred by her prickliness, though. He leaned forward until his forehead could touch hers. "Do you know, now?--how beautiful you are?"

He thought he was so fucking charming--damn this man, and that heart of his. Thena allowed him one more kiss, soft and slower than before. She was beginning to think he liked kissing her or something.

"After one round?"

"One and a half," Gil corrected her urgently, a pout on his lips. "And I thought they were pretty good."

Oh, they were amazing. Maybe the most amazing she'd ever had in her life. But he could never ever know that, ever.

So, she smirked at him, trailing her finger off his lip and down over his chest again. "Shall we make it an even three to find out?"