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charles: i have a bad feeling about this...

cat king: what do you mean?

charles: don't you ever get a little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get in trouble?

cat king: no?

charles: that actually explains so much

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also, happy pride to charles rowland who thinks it normal and purely platonic to:

• check out your best friend at every given opportunity

• nuzzle him when you hug

• say that his attitude and personality make him as much your type as a girl with the same traits

• be unable to keep your hands off him

• get possessive and jealous when other guys are interested

• tell him that you need some time to figure out if you're in love with him (you've always felt this) but you love him anyway

better luck next year honey, but i love your questioning queer ass 🥹 more than life itself

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NSFW bday gift for Kissa on the Catwin Discord (aka @atricksterwithwings) xoxo

Context: Edwin was in danger on a case, as happens. The Cat King swoops in to save him. Only the Cat King is really a reckless fighter and he got hurt a lot more than Edwin is willing to put up with. Cat multi-life magic aside, Edwin is not okay with his lover getting beat up over him!

this ficlet contains Edwin handling the Cat King quite roughly, verbally insulting him and face-fucking.

It’s not a routine. It’s not a habit. But it’s an ever-present threat.  

Edwin isn’t always good at staying out of trouble. He knows that. 

“We’re okay, Ghostie.” The Cat King repeats. Soothing words, soothing broad warm palms pressing into his sides. Edwin bristles, stiffens, snaps back “but you nearly weren’t, were you.” 

And it starts. 

“Honestly! What were you thinking, truly, you stupid fucking idiot.” Edwin bites out, as romantic as ever. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” 

Fabric strains and threatens to rip as Edwin fists his hands into the bottom of the other’s shirt and roughly tugs it up, smothering any reply his lover could make. 

Teeth move to attack the Cat King’s neck as soon as its bared. The other’s moans are loud, hissing things, breathy gasps breaking up the sound with every rough drag and press of Edwin’s fingers across the bruises blooming across his skin. The Cat King's shirt slides to the floor in a crumpled heap and Edwin makes sure to catch it with his foot and kick it away with force.   

"I wasn't." The Cat King takes several quick breaths, taking in as much air as he can, predicting and then leaning into Edwin’s hand that curls around his throat, welcoming the pain as Edwin shifts more and more of his weight on his neck. "I wasn't thinking." 

Hiking his knee up on the bedding, Edwin doesn’t stop pushing, keeps pressing closer and closer, free hand sliding under the Cat King’s thigh to hitch it up, give him room to shift and push his lover down into the soft bedding. With a warning curl of fingers around the sensitive skin of the other’s neck, Edwin tangles his hand into sweat-matted hair. He’s not gentle when he pulls, and the weak snarl he gets in return pierces him, dragging a groan from his own lips.  

"Hmm. Sounds about right." Edwin tuts, his lips curling down into a disappointed expression. His frown only deepens at the soft adoring look his lover gives him.  

“Do you have any self-preservation?” He asks, concern in his voice an ill match to the uncaring hard presses of his fingers on purpled skin.  

The Cat King lets out a weak whine, almost making Edwin relent, until the other turns his head to press a cheek into the bedding, muttering a petulant “not if its you” into the crumpled sheets. 

“Can we not talk about this after we do this?” His lover whispers. 

"No," Edwin responds easily, tightening his grip around the locks at the back of his lover’s head, using the hold to snap their eyes back to each other. "I'm not giving in to your whining, my King" Edwin replies, pointedly sparing a single glance into the other’s eyes before flicking his own down the length of naked skin underneath him. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” Edwin lets out on a sigh, pushing his thumb down into a particularly dark bruise on the inside of the Cat King’s leg, keeping pressure until the leg shifts with a bared-teeth hiss and then pressing down some more for good measure. 

From the corner of his eyes Edwin sees one side of the Cat King’s mouth quirk up, amused. “I’m pretty sure ghosts can’t–” 

“If you don’t shut the fuck up...” Edwin growls, tilting the Cat King’s head up in a trembling fist. 

"You truly don’t feel sorry, do you." Edwin whispers, leaning down. 

"I do." The Cat King whispers back against Edwin’s open lips. 

"Then say it." Edwin offers as he bites down on the other’s upper lip with enough pressure to taste the promise of blood. 

“I’d rather prove it.”  

Edwin’s thumb presses against the side of the Cat King’s cheek, digging in till lips fall open, sliding further till his lover near gags around the digit on the back of his tongue. 

The Cat King gags in earnest at the rough slide of Edwin’s cock next to his thumb. 

Edwin barely waits for his lover to pointedly blink up at him three times before his hips start to roll, then thrust, then snap. Motions practiced, fluid, the Cat King gags each time the tip of Edwin’s hard cock jabs the back of his throat. Tears start to drip, drip, drip then stream steadily from the Cat King’s eyes. The clawed fingers keeping hold of Edwin’s hips never tap, not after the fifth thrust, not even after the fifteenth.  

Frustration warring with exhaustion and lust, Edwin’s pace soon falters and turns erratic. The Cat King’s throat is warm and wet around his cock, and where Edwin doesn’t hold back in chasing and taking his pleasure, it is nothing the Cat King isn’t willing to offer. Swallowing dutifully after every rugged thrust, tongue pressing against the sensitive head of Edwin’s cock, the Cat King follows along as Edwin’s movements turn more and more tense. When Edwin finally pulls out and wraps his own hand around his slick cock and starts to pump, he doesn’t need to untangle his other hand from the sweaty locks of his lover. The Cat King’s lips obediently open wide. Edwin grunts and tilts his twitching cock up at the very last second, just to make sure most of his spend ends up on the other’s face.  

It’s only after four or five minutes pass that either of them moves. 

Edwin shifts out of his position of straddling the Cat King’s chest, pulling at the sheets to clean his lover’s face, kissing him through the discomfort. 

“That was pretty amazing.” The Cat King breathes after Edwin finishes inspecting every last inch of him. 

Edwin snorts, gentle in the way his arm and leg move to cover his lover, despite his bruises and any real reminders already having magically vanished. “Sometimes I really do figure that you do things just to piss me off.” 

The Cat King smiles, turning and curling into Edwin’s embrace. “No,” he answers truthfully, voice a rough and hoarse whisper, “but maybe I should.” 

“Watch it.” Edwin replies with a half-hearted attempt at his earlier ire. 

“Hmm, rather watch your back, babe.” 

Edwin’s mumbled reply is lost to their shared exhaustion, but the Cat King does wake with a bruise on his hip that suspiciously resembles the pinch of reproving fingers. 

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payneland got me when they made the more stereotypically masculine character the soft people person and the other one a mean gay

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niko from dead boys detectives!! i rly like the show is silly fun give it a watch!!

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sketchy payneland kisses (and almost-kisses); may or may not digitize them eventually ♥️

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So apparently we got the news out enough about the AI being used to write DBD fanfics that they took all three of them down.

And in what I'm sure is WHOLLY unrelated to me pointing out this person doing this... I managed to get my first hate comment from a guest on my fanfic.

Super unhappy I made it so they couldn't anonymously comment to hate on me. Yes... if you are going to come at me in comments I'm going to waste your time and make you make another account to do so. How dare I make it so inconvenient for you to have to make a fake guest account because you wouldn't dare come at me under your real one because you don't want that kind of heat.

The fact that they were talking about "getting out of the tags" was a dead give away to who it was, since I made comments about their tags. I wish we had the ability to post picture responses on A03, this would have been so perfect.

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I find it very cute that during the kiss the Cat King closes his eyes. You can see it in the forest when he thought Edwin would kiss him, and during the scene with the lily. He surrenders to the sensations at that moment, it is important for him. Such a romantic)

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catwin nation, can I offer you a little hurt/comfort in a canon setting

I feel like the Cat King is not the type to say "i love you" out right , so after months of very much dating but not calling it dating Edwin tells Thomas that he thinks it may be time to part ways, the Cat King is very hurt but tries to mask it, asks if Edwin's finally bored of him and, frustrated, and hurt that Thomas doesn't seem to care, Edwin tells him "no, I simply do not want to fall in love with another person who cannot love me back"

and the Cat King, who's tried and failed to keep Edwin at an arm's length this entire time because he was sure Edwin would never actually see him as something worth keeping, just looks at Edwin like "what do you mean 'cannot love you back'? do you not see?? how do you not see the power you have over me already??"

they talk and it ends with the Cat King whispering right into Edwin's mouth, his tone all petulant "of course I love you, ghostie"

later at a get together with everyone the Cat King keeps bickering with people and teasing them, Edwin pulls him back a little to whisper in his ear "be a good kitty" and it's the first instance that Edwin actually manages to fluster Thomas, and the subsequent pissed expression on the Cat King's face makes Edwin laugh and smile with teeth

he leans into Thomas again, this time to tell him "I had no idea. That relationships could be this… joyful. I have never thought that I could have something like this for myself. Thank you." And then it's like a dam has been broken and Thomas just has to kiss him and can't stop fervently whispering "I love you. fuck, I love you"

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post canon idea: the cat king and Edwin are dating. Edwin is 100% sure Charles is straight.

but then the cat king starts to clock Charles is bisexual before anyone (Charles himself included) really figure it out... and he hates it

like Charles would stare at Edwin all love struck and the cat king cannot say anything because his boyfriend would just scoff and say "dont be silly, Charles is my BEST friend"

or Charles becomes all weird and jealous over Thomas and Edwin dating.. when the cat king makes a comment Edwin just says "Charles is over protective because we are mates"

like imagine: Charles having a bisexual "crisis/awakening" and the only person to notice is the cat king who hates this development because he knows Edwin (his boyfriend) is still in love with Charles.

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Headcanon, that in the early 20th century, the Cat King had a lover - an up-and-coming artist, whose muse TCK became. The artist did not become famous, but some of his works still survived and hang in museums. Including a portrait of the Cat King) (naked)

And one day, Edwin may accidentally stumble upon him)

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the cat king be like sniff sniff sniff oooh! don't understand, do care.

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Catwin lesbins sketch less go!!!

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having a lot of messy catwin thoughts, may i?

the tale of edwin and the cat king is cautionary, but it's a hopeful one and i'll die on this hill. i would narrow it down to a simple "play with your food for too long and it'll bite you",

and also, "there's a difference between freedom of body and emancipation of soul, but both come from a place of confinement."

it works in both ways. like all spells, flexibility comes with a price to pay. the cat king discovers first-hand that too much pleasure can kill you; by letting himself enjoy edwin's presence, he grows a sense of affection he was not prepared for when giving out the task.

what's more interesting, he never even planned to win by making edwin stay in port townsend. the cat king essentialy sets himself up for failure by giving a brilliant and meticulous boy– a goddamn detective– a riddle which he can easily solve. it takes edwin what, a few days to get close to the exact number?

of course, he expected that. eventually.

what he's really willing to bet on is the time spent with edwin, hoping he'll warm up to him by sheer proximity. the amount of stolen moments depended on his luck, if the boy turned out to be extra clever, maybe he'd have two or three days. maybe a week or more. from his experience, perhaps enough to break the uptight tease's composure.

but typically it ricochets, because he's the one getting hopelessly and romantically attached by the end.

with the events unfolding, the cat king gets progressively more trapped within the bounds he set himself. some of them he can't escape and it's fine, like his kingdom, an enclosure as much as a reluctant playground.

(credits to the king, making sure they are on equal grouds for this game at least— with the caging bracelet, edwin also cannot escape.)

the point is, it's been a power exchange since the beginning, and with the exception for the very first meeting, each little rendezvous ends with edwin reaffirming his agency.

edwin's body is physically unmovable from the town's area, but his mind's eye toys with the budding attraction for the cat king almost out of his control. so you have a ghost who can hop to anywhere in the world– who's brilliant brain expands to the edges of human reasoning, ever evolving, never stilling– who has a best friend at his side, and he's still so. terribly. lonely.

and you have a trickster who's rightful place comes with the job title– who can get anything he wants and be whoever he needs– who after three or four regenerations and probably hundreds of years still hasn't learned how to let people in without bleeding out in the process.

and look: that's the point. they have to hurt each other. it purifies them. the confusion, the baring of teeth and cheeks, the knowing naked looks. they need each other like dark soil needs essential nutrients.

edwin experiences an epiphany: apparently, being cornered can lead to a greater understanding of yourself. and also, desires have a mind of their own? who'd have guessed? they're capable of manifesting through his ghost body and only by facing them upfront— by having a facsimile of a honest conversation with the cat king— edwin can make peace with what he wants, and who he is. for edwin, the trickster represents forbidden and not easily accessible freedom of a physical body, with all its needs and peculiarities.

but for the cat king, oh my. edwin represents the true freedom of soul.

i mean, look at what hell dragged in. took a little over a week for this white lily to bloom, confident and devastating in its beauty, when it should be charred black or wilting.

but you like his secret parts, don't you? are you even aware of yours? if he asks, will you let him dig in?

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bit mad innit. This whole thing

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just one today