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x-lee-cya · 5 months ago

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cuphead/casino cups (cld work for either) hc: animis - like the cupbros are - dont have set nose & straw ‘colours’; matter of fact, the colours of their straws and noses are supposed to change multiple times a day, all in reflection of whatever they’re feeling atm. their colours are supposed to change in accordance to their emotion -

- but it’s not unheard of, for animis, that if, sometimes, they feel an overwhelming amount of simply one emotion for too long a period of time, their bodies (and the magics that make them change colours) to… semi-permanently readjust.

blue means detachment, coldness, apathy. (the fact that blue is the colour mugman got stuck at; it’s why cuphead only half-jokingly says they’re a great liar, because how could they not, when everything they feel is smothered by a constant layer of ice?)

red means anger, rage, annoyance. (the fact that red is the colour cuphead got stuck at; there’s a reason he’s always so very annoying to everyone he meets, after all - and it is always, always because if he doesn’t do something, anything to bother, annoy, pester them, then he will go mad with the rage that’s always bubbling just beneath.)

there’s a reason cuphead was always the more accurate shooter of the two, a reason he always grinned when killing the debtors at the end of a winning fight and a reason he always pouted when mugman insisted they revive them once they’d gotten the contracts.

there’s a reason mugman was strawmanning during the morality debate, a reason they could never quite bring themself to care about the debtors they were fighting, killing, hurting and a reason they never try to make any friends other then cuphead, their own blood.

for some reason, for cuphead, the hellflame inside him always calms at the sight of their elder sibling. for some reason, for mugman, the ice that stays all year-long always melts ‘round their little brother.

neither of them are ever quite sure why - until their colours finally change for the first time in over a decade.

#cuphead #cuphead au #casino cups #casino cups au #mugman #cc!mugman #cc!cuphead #calix animi #(by the time they get to the casino the two of them are… HEAVILY codependent to say the least.#the ice only melts around cuphead; the flames only cool around mugman. with this knowledge in mind whyever would they try to leave -#- the other?)#(neither of them can remember a time where cuphead didn’t spend more days with bloodied fists then he didn’t.#neither of them can remember a time where mugman didn’t say ‘I don’t *care*’ to a pathetic pleading debtor more then they didn’t.#it changes when they get to the casino a tad. the crew are… weird #especially before they tell them about their little emotional instability problem -#- but once they do they *get it*. not all the way of course #not the way cuphead understands mugman and mugman understands cuphead #but they don’t judge. they don’t bat an eye when mugman doesn’t do more then roll their eyes at devil’s proclamation he doesn’t -#- take advantage of people even tho everyone expects them to react *more*.#they don’t look disgusted when cuphead takes to the more… *violent* missions devil assigns like a duck takes to water #they understand and the cupsiblings can’t help but think it’s the first time anyone ever has)

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softquietsteadylove · 2 months ago

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Vibrators have been mentoined a few times, i think is time gil uses one on thena and leaves her shaking 😌.

"Don't you have a meeting?"

"Princess," Gil moaned directly into her mouth, his hands running up her back, "you think I care about that right now?"

Thena laughed, purring against him. "You might, considering our quarterly reports are upon us."

He groaned. The Ice Queen was on the top of her industry for a reason. But he was more concerned with making out with his wife than his bottom line at the moment. "They can wait."

"Sir?"

Thena pulled herself away from him at the knock on the door, not that they would enter without express permission. She smoothed down her hair and brushed off her dress, sashaying away from him with those delectable hips of hers. "You have business to do, Tyrant."

He grunted. He would just send them away--tell them to reschedule. But His beloved Ice Queen was already across the room, perching herself on the sofa that faced his desk and away from the door.

"Fine, come in."

Gil leaned back in his chair. The two accountants and one assistant scurrying in could obviously already tell he wasn't in the mood for whatever they had to say.

"Go," he waved his hand at them, although he looked over at Thena. He wasn't going to remember any of what they said, but it would be in a memo or an email or something anyway. And if he was really lucky, Thena would 'remind' him of everything they reported later.

Thena met his eye, although she was clearly amused by his lack of attention to the business portion of his 'business'.

He shrugged at her; she was the economist, he was the muscle.

"The winnings from the new pachinko you opened up are substantial. If we look at the gross margin-"

Gil sighed, leaning his chin on his fist. He wasn't absorbing any of this, and he likely couldn't even if he was trying. He watched as Thena rolled her neck, stretching herself after their hasty make out session. That long, pale, sensational neck...

Thena licked her lips, then stretched her arms up in the air. She was behind his associates, in view of him and him alone. She sighed, feigning some boredom.

He made a face; she was driving him nuts and she knew it.

The accountants went on, though. "However, there is the matter of Jasmine National."

"Uh-huh," Gil muttered, still not looking at them as they spoke. Not that they would dare turn to look at what he was looking at. They knew better than to take their eyes off the most dangerous man in Koreatown.

Thena arranged the long skirt of her dress, parting it at her thigh where the slit kissed just above her knees. She tilted her head at him as she crossed one leg over the other.

Gil's hand tightened around the paper under it, crinkling it hopelessly.

His accountants flinched, associating the action with their news. "B-But!--th-the stock we have in the market is currently up! And the real estate we've acquired in Jeju is set for renovation!"

"Great."

Thena uncrossed and then crossed her legs again in the other direction (minx). She arranged her dress, although she let her hand linger over her thigh before slipping through the slit and under.

Gil leaned forward, squinting to get a better look.

"We have the numbers for you, sir."

Gil almost waved at them to get further out of his way. He raised a brow as Thena leaned on her palm, angling her hips away. Her hand was snugly between those surprisingly strong thighs of hers. She wasn't...

"So, as you can see-"

"Y'know what? I don't need to see anything else!" Gilgamesh declared, slamming his hands down on his desk. "Looks great, good work, boys."

They looked amongst themselves. "But sir-"

"Out!" he barked, snapping his fingers in the direction of the door. They hesitated for just one more second, but he reached for one of his desk drawers, "now."

They wisely scurried out, closing the door behind them.

Thena watched them go, releasing a sigh once they were gone. "What a terror, you are."

"You're the terror," he muttered, retrieving what he was looking for in his desk. It was not - contrary to what his accountants had thought it would be - a deadly weapon.

Thena's jaw dropped. "You do not keep that in your desk drawer."

He grinned at her, eager to resume their business from earlier. "Never know when we might need it."

"Who is we?" she glared at him, now deciding to press her thighs together and cross her arms at him. "And what if someone happens upon it?"

"Do your employees get anywhere near your desk?" he asked her dryly, "let alone on that side of it?"

She rolled her eyes, which was as good as admitting defeat for his Ice Queen.

"Now," Gil leaned down to her, gripping the vibrator in his hand. "Lie down, you little tease. Unless you'd like to start things off yourself."

Thena continued to glare at him, even as they both reclined on his black leather sofa. "Your obsession with these things escapes me."

Gil chuckled, though, trailing the tip of the thing up her thigh before flipping her dress as far out of his way as it could go. "It's not this thing I'm obsessed with, Princess."

Thena's head lolled back and to the side as he pressed it right against her, the faint buzzing already filling the air with their hot breaths. "No subtlety."

"Like you're so subtle?" Teasing him like that? He pressed the thing more firmly against her. "Since when do you wear thongs?"

Thena bit into her lip as he managed to reach her clit with the vibrator's head. It was a similar model to the one she used at home. "Sometimes they're - ah! - the most appropriate option."

"Appropriate my ass, Ice," he growled, leaning over to kiss her cleavage. "You just like driving me nuts."

Thena let out a positively sultry sounding moan in response. The tiny little excuse for underwear she was wearing didn't resist much as he moved it out of his way to begin pushing the device into her.

"Feel good?" he pressed his lips to her neck (which she had also used to tease him). Once it was fully in her, he was able to lie over her more. He kissed her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck again, and then finally his hands were free to extract her breasts from the confines of her sparkly dress.

"Yes," she whimpered, her hips rolling as Gil pawed at her. Her hand snaked down to control it better to her standard but Gil grasped her hand with his.

"Don't be a backseat driver, Ice," he grinned against her hot flushed skin. He moved her hand with his, pumping the vibe steadily. "My little control freak."

Thena made some kind of sound of denial, although it was hard to feel intimidated by her when she was busy being so pleasured by him in the moment.

Gil leaned away from her again, moving the vibrator more quickly. He undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. "You wanna finish with this thing, or me?"

Thena moaned louder, although there was a note in her little melody that told him that she didn't appreciate the question. He paused their motion, making her moan become more of a growl.

"I said," he leaned closer to her again, pressing his hardness against her belly. "This hunk of plastic, or me?"

Thena bit her lip again. "You."

"Hm," Gil pursed his lips. He wasn't sure if she really meant that or if she was trying to save his ego. Then again, his Thena wasn't the type to assuage a man's ego for the sake of it--not even her husband's, unfortunately for him.

Who was he kidding; he loved that she had his ego under the spiky heel of her stilettos.

"Gil," Thena panted, eager to finish what they started. She rolled her hips again, but he kept her still. She looked at him, pressing her lips together. "Please, baby, just move."

He grinned. He could see why she liked him hot and begging for her all the time. It was very appealing. "Since you asked so nicely."

Gil extracted the vibrator from her gently. She expressed her frustration at the temporary emptiness he left her with, but he pressed his own tip against her, promising to remedy the situation. "Real thing is better, right?"

"Yes," she sighed as he finally pushed into her, sealing their bodies together.

Now, that, he believed. Their groans harmonized as he finally started moving, making love to his wife as intended. No matter how many times they did it - which was enthusiastically and frequently - he never got tired of the ecstasy of his wife's body.

"Gil," Thena whimpered, gripping his side and his back as soon as he was in range of her. Her legs wrapped around him too, securing him to her as if he was going to slither away.

"Fuck, Thena," he panted, already closer to the edge than he wanted to be. If anything, he was lucky he had warmed her up before diving in; he was already so turned on by her little show he was just about there.

Thena's moans joined the creaking of the sofa's frame, no matter how solidly bolted to the floor it was. Gil made a clumsy attempt to kiss her, but they both needed too much air to linger long. They gasped in puffs of each other's breath. "Right there, so close."

Thank fuck, because he was holding on for dear life. Gilgamesh let his hips drive him, his pelvis meeting hers like an animal's. The slight elevation of her hips, the bounce of her cleavage, half in her dress and half out of it, the pink blooming up her neck and into her cheeks.

His wife was a masterpiece.

Gil groaned up to the ceiling as he shot into her. He was no young buck, but Thena was not of this earth. He ground their hips together, pressing down under her naval but above the line of that devillish little thong she wore.

He didn't even know she had one.

Thena moaned with him as she too toppled over the edge in bliss. She undulated around him, coaxing more from him with each wave of her own pleasure. She drank him up just as greedily.

Gil grunted as he slipped out of her. They said they would stop doing this; working up a sweat while he was in a suit, fucking in the middle of the work day, putting their carnal needs before business.

But he really couldn't care about that when his wife was panting for air under him in all her glory.

Thena sighed as he dove into the crook of her neck, nuzzling into her with light kisses. Her fingers spread out in his hair. "Terrible, we are."

"I thought it was pretty hot."

She gave his hair a playful little tug, although it released just as fast, her body all noodly after her orgasm. "We said we'd stop doing this."

"Yeah, well, that was before my wife decided to show off her hot new panties to me in the middle of my damn quarterly."

Thena laughed; so she did know what she was doing, and she clearly thought it was hilarious, too.

Gil couldn't blame her; he joined her in her laughter. Their business wasn't exactly lighthearted, but at least he could have a good fuck and a good laugh with her about it.

Thena blinked as he kissed her again--like, scooped her up and kissed her like they were in Casablanca kissed her. She looked adorably ruffled from the sex already, but the kiss clearly woke up her senses again. "W-What was that for?"

Gil just grinned at her, unable to contain himself. And why should he? He was the luckiest man in the world, with a woman like her by his side. "A man can't be happy to make love to his wife?"

Thena's eyes dashed to the side, turning shy in the face of his unhindered love for her. She cleared her throat, pulling her dress over herself again. "Not in the office, he can't."

Gil let her pull some modesty over herself again while he shoved himself back in his pants. He also reached behind him, retrieving their little friend. Well, no, it was no friend of his; it was a tool for pleasing his wife, and that was all the respect he would give it. "I don't know if there's much we haven't done in the office, Sweetness."

Thena kneed him in the thigh as she adjusted her thong back into place. He let her retrieve his suit's pocket square to clean herself up a bit down there. She didn't look at him while she did, but she muttered, "exactly why some self-restraint might do us some good?"

Gil just shook his head with a smile as Thena stood. She tested how presentable she looked right away when they were in the office. Tested her steadiness on her feet, smoothed out her dress, combed her fingers through her hair. What a Goddess she was. "I don't know how you can expect that of me when you're this beautiful."

Thena sighed, definitely rolling her eyes at him. But she turned around and leaned down to him again, kissing him the way they ought to kiss every time--like there was no one in the world but them.

Gil leaned into it eagerly, moaning even as she leaned up and away from him again. He pouted at her.

But the Ice Queen met him grin for grin, adjusting the straps of her dress. "Don't you have a quarterly report to go over? I know you didn't listen to a thing your accountants told you."

"And whose fault is that?" he chuckled at her, finally rising from the couch, although he had to wiggle a little to get himself sitting comfortably in his pants again. She pressed her lips together to keep herself from laughing. He gave her side a playful little pinch as he kissed her cheek. "Go over it with me? We both know you'll understand what it says more than I will."

Thena followed him to his desk to pull up the reports, even as she faked a sigh, "if I must."

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #Thenamesh 18+#you know the rules #thank you so much for the ask!!!!#you're right I've brought them up enough #Thena thinks Gil is fixated on them #when obviously it's her he's fixated on these are just a side effect #Gil here like the only hunk you need is me #Thena: you are insufferable #but listen no one here is young and naive Gil is like I know you have your methods when I'm not around that's fine #and yes he does keep one in his desk just in case the mood hits #Thena is horrified of course #but then Gil is like well should I get rid of it and Thena's like...well I didn't say that #but lock the drawer at least!!!!#and these two are just insatiable #everyone in their offices knows it #every time Gil rushes someone out of the office they're like #either Ice Queen is here or she'll be arriving any minute #the same applies in Thena's office #she doesn't like that everyone knows that's why but it's not like they have the self control to stop themselves either #they talked about it too #Thena was like we have to stop fucking in the middle of the day #our work is suffering #Gil: I'm the one who's suffering but fine #the man is told he has to stop kissing his wife for two hours and he's like I'M IN PRISON #also also #Thena knew what she was doing #she was also ready to continue #and then she's like well Gil gets to misbehave all the time I wanna do it for once #Gil gets home like I couldn't focus at all for the rest of the day let's go to bed right now

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