#ravishing her

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love! May i ask for a spicy one but this time Gil teases Thena and gets it back at her. 🩷

Thena glares at Gil as he picks up the phone.

"What?" he growls into it. "Right...yes."

Thena goes so far as to cross her arms at him, raising her brows. Is this really the time?

He chuckles, resuming what he was doing while still on the call. "No, I can talk."

Thena slaps her hand over her mouth as he resumes thrusting, literally completely inside of her as he takes the business call. This is revenge for earlier that morning.

"Right," he grunts, only sounding slightly out of breath as he continues to move his hips against hers, their skin slapping together as he fucks her on top of his desk. He looks down at her, "I'm not available right this second."

Thena glares at him more, but then he hits that sweet spot and she has to close her eyes because fuck! She tries to sit up and support herself with her elbows but that takes too much energy.

Gil moves his hands and pounds into her even harder, "hang on."

She puts both hands over her mouth as she lets out a loud mix of both a moan and a curse. Fuck this man. He moves with that same intensity until he knows damn well that she's getting close to coming. Then, in a flash, he's out of her.

"What was that?" he asks into the phone, completely absurdly with his suit jacket still on and his cock out and rock hard. "Yes, I see."

Thena slams her fists on his desk at the absence of him. She will get him for this. She sits up again, panting for breath and flushed scarlet rouge. "Get back here."

This man - this complete bastard - holds up a finger to shush her with a wink and the cockiest smirk she has ever seen. He is having far too much fun with this.

"Uh-huh, yes," he continues on in his conversation as he comes closer again. "Right."

Thena moans loudly as he kisses her, hoping that it will urge him to put the fucking phone down and resume fucking his impatient partner.

But Gil holds the phone away from them, dampening the sound of her pleasure for those who aren't privy. When he pulls away from her he brings the phone back, "walk me through that part again?"

Thena bares her teeth at him, ready to take matters into her own hands and tell whomever is on the other end of that call that they are keeping her from a very important orgasm.

Gil half turns away, only for his fingers to immediately resume what work he had been doing before. "Right."

Thena moans again, leaning back on his desk with her breasts settling in her new position. This is the kind of thing she used to dream about. Back when she hadn't been working for him for long, and then she would avoid him so her boss wouldn't somehow find out she was having positively filthy sex dreams about him.

"I think that's reasonable," he continues to speak so normally as he hooks his fingers inside of her, stroking that spot with ease. "It's a perfectly acceptable proposal."

"Fuck," she whimpers as, once again, he drags her all the way to the edge before stopping. She could scream, "Gil!"

"Sweetheart," he puts the phone to his shoulder and croons at her, "not much longer--promise."

Fuck this man.

Thena bites her lip. She's so close. She's been close since the moment he called her into his office and proceeded to kiss her until she couldn't think. When he first bent her over his desk and then helped her lie back on it, tits out, skirt hauled up to her waist.

"Hm," Gil pulls his hand back and licks his fingers one by one, "hmmmm."

Thena tries to kick at him, but he catches her ankle and hooks it into the crook of his elbow. He's enjoying the view; she flushes scarlet.

"Let me see," he chuckles into the phone again before turning to face her. He braces himself on the table again. "I'll get back to you."

Thena lets out a shriek as he drops the phone receiver down the same moment he pushes into her again. "Fuck!"

"When did you become so impatient, Naekkeo?"

"Fuck you," she snarls, and sounds just like him when she does. But she's so wound up, and she wants to come so bad. "You owe me."

"On the contrary, Yeobo," he pulls her hips so he can angle himself better. "This is payback for this morning. Now, we're even."

Oh, they would not be even for a long time for this.

"Fuck, Gil, please," she whimpers, positively feverish with need for him. She reaches for his hand, and not only does he hold it, he also uses it for leverage to fuck her even harder. "I wanna come!"

He all but roars as he pounds into her, their hips meeting in a hard and messy conjoining of bodies writhing together. "Fuck!"

Thena comes first, finally free after a very drawn out lead up to her crescendo. Warmth engulfs her completely and she finally lets go of everything that had been coiling within her. She flops back down to the leather deskmat beneath her, hair everywhere, completely exposed. She feels amazing.

Fuck--this man.

Gil comes barely seconds after, hunching over her and his hips giving a last few jerks as he lets his own ecstasy overtake him. He leans over her until he's close enough to kiss her, both of them kissing and gasping for air on different rhythms.

Thena moans as he slips out of her. His office is going to be a mess (and reek of sex for hours). She finally pries her eyes open just to stare at his ceiling. "Fuck."

"Yeah," he agrees, laughing faintly.

She huffs, slapping his shoulder. "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny."

"Gil!"

"Sorry baby," he chuckles, kissing her temple and then down her cheek and neck. "Couldn't resist--and hey, now you know what you put me through this morning."

Thena grumbles as he pulls her up (knowing her core doesn't have the strength in it for her to do it herself at the moment). She nuzzles into his shoulder, "I think you did far worse."

"I think we're even," he refutes, letting her lean on him as he first pulls her bra back on for her, then buttons up her cardigan again.

She grumbles, "I'm sweaty."

He fluffs her hair out for her and kisses her other cheek, "you're glowing and beautiful and perfect."

Fuck, this man; Thena rolls her eyes, pushing at his chest to try and sit up straight on her own. She wobbles a bit, but she does it. "The work day is not exactly over."

"Yeah, but at least I don't have any more meetings," he grins as he fixes his own appearance as well. "Or conference calls."

Thena pouts at him as she straightens herself out a little more, including getting her stockings hooked to her garter belt again. "I should hope not."

Gil helps her off his desk, her knees wobbling faintly as her heels hit the floor. He holds her gently, letting her stand up out of his grasp when she's ready. "Hey."

Thena smiles into his soft and sweet kiss, much more her househusband than her boss. She pats his chest, "you're not out of trouble yet."

"Save it for home, vixen," he both teases and agrees, pulling the hand up from his chest and to his lips. "And ask cleaning to do an extra thorough detailing in here tonight?"

She doesn't look forward to that. It's ridiculous, but she feels like cleaning has some way of knowing what they've been up to in here.

"And Thena?"

"Hm?" she looks over her shoulder a step and a half away from where they were just fucking like animals. She's combing her fingers through her hair and he's collecting his stray papers.

Gil crosses the distance to kiss her again with his sweet, househusband smile, "I love you."

She gives him another little kiss--a truly domestic exchange of affection after a very wild 'meeting' in the middle of the day. "I love you, too."

[baylardian-1]

someone finding them skinny dipping in the lake on the science planet (architects of infinity)

[agena87]

OC connections for Marlies Münch: Crush (past or present)

Marlies currently has a MASSIVE crush on wrestling star, Massima Rialto. And who can blame her, really? I mean: look at her!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

"Charlie tops!" ok "She 'commands a little more authority' in the bedroom, as per Vaggie's suggestion!" good good sure makes sense, working on some healthy confidence building with the gf, very fun "Did you SEE her eyeing Vaggie's new wings!? How she pulled Vaggie into her during the kiss????? WOW" i'm following this thought process 100% "The way she picks Vaggie up and SPINS HER! And Vaggie's adoring look at her afterwards!" yes i too am gay "Wouldn't it be funny if happy sunshine uncomfortable with public sex things Charlie was a literal demon beast in bed with her normally grumpy and assertive partner?" it would be so cute i love it

and also

Vaggie being painfully tender with Charlie in return. Vaggie coming from a life of deranged violence where trusting people came through combat- and one of those people fucked up her body in a real and permanent way- being so careful with Charlie at first. And then later, even when she's not so worried about accidently hurting Charlie anymore, Vaggie just basking in how gentle she can be with the woman she loves. Feathers, huh? I bet there's a lot Charlie could do with those wings. I bet there's a lot of ways Vaggie could touch Charlie with them, lighter than anything she's been able to do before, and maybe not even a directly horny way but in these soft little possessive moments of reverence- the irony of an angel worshiping a demon with all the slow, deliberate movements of a prayer or sacrament. And maybe sometimes the softness and the slowness is almost too much for dramatic Charlie who can barely ever keep still, almost torturous to make it through- and maybe that's part of the fun for her, too

maybe be held tightly and firmly like Charlie will never let her go is what calms Vaggie down, maybe Charlie calling the shots lets her relax and feel safe, not having to worry about doing anything wrong

maybe Vaggie just so clearly reveling in every tiny moment with her is what get's Charlie's heart racing, maybe having to wait for each promised touch and having Vaggie keep that promise is something she kinda really needs

[hiyyihrts]

obsessed with the size of Colin Bridgerton’s thighs…specifically in his fencing outfit… someone sedate me

[slothcookie]

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week to all who celebrate!!

Enjoy my favorite lesbians from One Piece ft Franky

[stuckinapril]

About to get really annoying ab Dunya Mikhail. I am dead serious you will never hear the end of her w me

[banilikesfictionalpeople]

Pip: Ravi, can you do me a favour?

Ravi: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene and take the blame for it if you asked me to.

Pip: ok.. so, can you do the dishes?

Ravi: ..um, no

[roughribo]

Your Storm

you are tempest

but timid,

puddling

on my chest.

don't shy away little bird

and duck your head.

you're going to feel for me—

[relax my little starling]

going to feel a little bit of pressure

and you're going to fluster faster

and suffer slower.

[did I stutter]

now eye the shoreline:

my beard meeting jawline

brushing past mid-thigh kisses

[exhale, but don't forget

to breathe this moment back in]

become lower torso

kisses headed towards

tightly held wrists

because

I am the storm

across your skin

helping you bend

to my every whim.

I am the primal

rumble of thunder

on the back of

your neck.

I am the lightning

crack of the whip

fiercely searing

near my strike.

I am the forces

of nature overwhelming

your senses

cupping your essence

keeping you off-balance

and on the precipice

I hold you

[steady now girl,

this is where you start to lose yourself]

and mold you;

sculpting

your chaos into calm

is my purpose.

[you're so pretty because

you're my prey]

flood your

cerebellum, serotonin

is ruthless when

it's my resolve edging you

unmoored.

when I'm in pursuit of

occupying your

every. hitched.

breath.

raspy fury,

gasps operatic

like

monteverdi madrigals.

[let the waves wash over you darling]

I impose denial

on you,

indulge myself in selfish

euphoria,

let

these relentless endorphins

endorse this

passion engulfing your

attention

claw at me—

[I warned you

you'd lose yourself

to me]

I pry apart the cracks

in the beached logs,

—flushed flesh—

between your thoughts,

your thighs,

[you're going to feel

a prick of pleasure]

split the driftwood wide, make

you buoyant, gaped,

adrift awake

—dilated, oxygenated—

drift agape,

wrought iron-chained,

among the

flotsam

and tarnished ball

and chain and heavy

sensations of

powerlessness and entropy

will rot ire and

shame.

vanquished,

bawl and change deities.

—hooked, reeled in—

fingertip by fingertip

I loosen,

tease...

your grip on

your storm

your insecurities

our reality.

[tremble for me]

—everything rhymes

so sensational

feels pinpricks even

the taste of you like

pop rocks and static shock

rations are rational at

again this chaos is calming too

the pressure gives me life

with nothing makes sense

because it doesn't need to—

[hush]

stop. rise.

I am your storm

showing you the path to pleasure

is paved in vulnerability.

our world can swim, swirl,

whirl around us in uncertainty;

the quaking of earth

can be so thunderous

under us;

the drizzle can seem

like a deluge and clouds a prelude

to a downpour

out there;

but in here

I'm going

to set your body on fire.

leave my mark.

and you

are going to heel for me.

cleave to your heart.

look directly in my gaze.

I am the eye of your hurricane

and this is what it feels like to be safe,

sheltered by your storm.

[there, that wasn't so bad

now was it]

[drawingway]

Shadowheart: *changes hair*

Everyone: Hey, nice, love it, awesome, good for you, it suits you, nice forehead...

Lae'zel: did she get a new wrinkle or something? new scar? beats me, didn't notice anything.

[lesmisscraper]

Am I the only one wondering what happened during Mr. Hugo paused his pen?

Well, I admit that Mr. Hugo wrote about their wedding night 'in his old fashioned way', Marius is not the guy that would do those things to Cosette.(See their night date scene!) We only see Cosette was with her sweet face, her hair was in charming disorder, her eyelids were still swollen with sleep after that night. I think this means Cosette was very satisfied, so their wedding night was happier than the average couples at that time. It may rude to them, but I really want what happened on that night. To see how it's different from how Mr. Hugo mentioned.

[bittersweet-mojo]

Binged the entire first season of the gilded age in a day and I just KNOW the Russell’s fuck nasty I KNOW IT

[invinciblerodent]

okay i was teetering on the cusp of the DA:I chasm but i'm back now

apparently.... vampire sex. was what i needed. to step back from the beckoning abyss

gale baby you're so real for this, you were so right that time in the swamp, dick really DO be that good sometimes that it makes you wanna live

[girlfox]

ahri    &    the    concept    of    𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌  𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄,    ━━the    fox    who's    mind    runs    it's    fingers    sensually    over    images    of    you    as    it's    fangs    sunder    fibrous    muscle    and    tongue    laps    over    sweet,    ambrosian    blood    laced    with    the    remnants    of    a    stranger's    dark    soul. she    thinks    you'd    taste    like    pomegranate    juice,    or    like    the    aging    of    fine    wine    in    a    rotting    barrel,    fermented    over    the    passage    of    time    and    arduous    time. eating    is    loving,    it  has    to    be;    the    pitter    -    patter    of    her    heart    thumping    against    her    chest    when    she's    kneeling    over    fragile    prey    is    too    reminiscent    of    the    way    she    feels    when    she    looks    at    you. it's    a    romantic    act,    ahri    thinks. is    there    a    greater    display    of    devotion    than    consuming    the    soft    parts    of    you    and    becoming    one    &    the    same?    should    you    not    want    to    allow    her    a    glimpse    into    your    mind    and    all    that    has    lead    you    here,    eyes    glazed    over,    fine    tip    nails    grazing    over    your    exposed    bone?    after    all,    you    love    each    other. you    told    her    so.  

[floooorrrraaagabrielll]