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I fully zoned out while drawing this, I’ve got no clue how this happened but I’m happy with it

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NSFW Birthday ficlet for @chafujimura aka Cha on the Catwin Discord, who requested some shibari xoxo

Sometimes, on very few occasions, Edwin can be downright impatient.  

The sight in front of him as he pauses his work and pulls his hands back loosens Edwin’s frown of concentration. The corner of his mouth rises in a pleased smile. “You look good like this,” he whispers, bending over to press a kiss to the top of his lover’s head, continuing with his nose buried in the hair behind the Cat King’s left ear, “but you already know that.” 

The Cat King’s fingers twitch behind his back, and his lower lip has been worried and bitten to a dull red throbbing. Warmth has spread in a deep red hue down his neck to his chest. A similar red blush paints and frames the wide grin that stretches across the Cat King’s cheeks.  

Red, red, red.  

Not quite the same shade as the many coils of rope adorning his body, but close. Close enough. 

Hells, the things Edwin wants to do, what he needs to do to his lover, right now.  

At the first purposeful touch of Edwin’s fingers, fingertips ghosting up the soles of his feet, the Cat King sucks in a breath and tenses up. Muscles slowly pull and tighten against bonds that offer next to no give. Soft tan skin presses against knots, shoulders rising as minutely as they’re able to, in response to the sudden sensation, body keying up to a new constant state of expecting something. 

“S’posed to be relaxing, babe. Remember?” The Cat King quips. 

Edwin tuts, then grins.  

He runs his hands up and down his lover’s sides, gently at first, but gradually deepening the pressure, making sure to press his palm along ribs. In a teasing pace, Edwin curls and drags his fingers across every knot and loop of rope they meet and pass. A single finger hooks and works its way in between skin and woven rope and lifts it just slightly, to then release with a small jolting shock to the Cat King’s side. Red creeps across the abused skin. Edwin’s rewarded with a moan offered to his own mouth.  

Shifting back and turning, moving all but his gaze away from his lover, Edwin orders the Cat King to move. “Up, sit up for me. Feet together, knees as well please, let me look at you.”  

He watches silently as the other follows his commands with an obedience as equally beautiful as his ever-present grace. Always so compliant for him. Edwin rewards his king with a kiss to one ear and a tender caress to the shell of the other one. Fingers trace across the Cat King’s nape as his lover sags in his bonds as much as he’s able, legs splaying open with a soundless shift of bedsheets. 

It earns him a swat to a thigh and a gentle reprimand. 

Edwin ignores his lover’s mumbled apology, and its amused undertone, in favour of reaching for more of the red rope. He stays silent as he uncoils it completely. He sits himself behind the Cat King’s back, holding a palm to his lover’s bound wrists to serve both as support and as a hold. 

His other hand falls to the back of the Cat King’s ankles, nimbly shifting and coiling the length of red rope above his achilles tendon, bringing and twisting the loop together around the front. Crossing to the other ankle Edwin loops it again, crossing again, and back again.  Again, again. He creates a fan of criss-crossed rope, pulling just hard enough to leave the Cat King’s lower legs spread apart a mere two inches, before weaving the remaining length around the Cat King’s thighs in an X and tying it off once he’s sure his lover is stable kneeling by himself.  

Next Edwin chooses two slightly shorter lengths. Unspooling each, he folds them in half and attaches one to the end of the other with a square knot, making a single longer rope to work with. It gets wrapped around the untouched space left on his lover’s thighs. The ends run through the bend, where Edwin deftly secures them. A new loop starts a few inches further down until in the end, three neat rows of red rope bind the Cat King’s thighs tightly together, and his red flushed cock twitches against his lower stomach.  

Red, red, red.  

The Cat King’s back hits the bedding. 

Giving into the urge Edwin pets from ankle to hip, fingers dipping down to trail gently back up a trembling inner thigh. The Cat King’s cock gets a gentle teasing smack, and Edwin notes but otherwise ignores the promising shine of pre-come teasing at the slit.  

He takes the remaining red rope and moves to the Cat King’s bound wrists now trapped between sheets and sweat-slick skin. Feeling for the golden ring at the center of the coils, Edwin wraps the rope around and runs the tail through it. Drawing it tight he watches carefully as his lover’s breath quickens, rapid short gasps and sighs all that can escape from his bound chest. Satisfied with his lover’s flexibility and certain of his preserved comfort, Edwin brings down his hand and secures the final bit of rope to the thigh binder he's made. 

He watches as his lover slowly adjusts, remembering to breathe, relaxing his muscles. Letting the ropes hold him, letting go of the built-up tension. The Cat King struggles, Edwin observes as his king can’t help focusing on the smallest move Edwin makes. Sweat beads on his skin, and the unyielding pressure of the red rope’s knots make his muscles bunch against his will.  

Edwin moves to the armchair facing the bed. 

The Cat King’s fangs worry at his red-bitten lips, head of his cock an angry red, glistening with pre-come now steadily dribbling out with every shake and restrained thrust of his hips, chafing the skin red against their bindings. 

Red, red, red. 

Edwin picks up his sketchbook and an ink pen. 

“Relax for me.” He tuts, as red ink fills the paper in scratches. 

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燃烧的画像

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My good friend's @sirafel-blog house has been severely damaged due to today's ruzzian attack.

If you can, please share or send her whatever amount you can so she can relocate.

Paypal:

zmiukka@gmail.com

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Nightbeat stop dragging the old man everywhere!!! Think of his hips!!

Commission on ko-ki! Thanks for commissioning me :D

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I think Soundwave would be very opinionated on music and his music taste (he thinks his tastes are the best). Also hi!! I’m back from the ether.

Later, after a history lecture and some music drives from Soundwave:

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happy pride to these two

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In honors of Skybound Soundwave being the diva ever I drew him hitting more poses because I think that’s what he needs in life… with the Skybound style!! Idk what kinda bills he had to pay to be doing all that but I support it and I think he should do it ten million more times

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About jetpack

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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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SFW (but suggestive) bday ficlet for Nymeria (aka @eyeneversleep) on the Catwin Discord xoxo

prompt was Cat King in lingerie

“I got you a gift.” Edwin looks up from his notebook at the loud declaration, pen stilling in his hand. His admittedly already weak frown at being disrupted from his work lessens into a look of amusement with every sauntering step the Cat King makes. The other beams excitement, strolling into the room with two small boxes in his hands, one stacked on top of the other, held together neatly by criss-crossing ribbon tied into a delicate bow at the top. 

As his lover rounds the desk Edwin sits straighter, obligingly shifting his work to the side and leaning back into his chair to make room. “Looks like more than one to me.” He quips through his smile. Once again, his lover has gotten something for him. Only for him, just because. There is no reason that Edwin can think of— they aren’t celebrating anything in particular.  

Charles, Crystal and Niko have gone off to conduct official case business, leaving Edwin and Thomas to themselves in the office, further fuelling Edwin’s belief that this is to be a special present, just between them. Otherwise, Thomas would have surely given it to him earlier, when everyone could have seen his reaction. 

The Cat King cocks his head to the side and lets a fang slip through into his own charming smile. “Let’s say they go together, shall we?” Setting the boxes in Edwin’s lap, Thomas uses the leaning move to steal a kiss, and then seats himself on the desk, vivid bright eyes flitting from the boxes to Edwin. “Well. Go on, you can open it.” 

The boxes are beautiful. Dark red like spilled wine, with matching lids the colour of maroon roses, a satin ribbon edged in black wraps around them holding them tight. Almost too beautiful to disturb. But the enthusiasm in Thomas’ voice spurs Edwin on.  

Carefully he pulls the ends of the ribbon, and lets it fall to the sides. Lifting the first lid Edwin spies a bundle of impossibly soft fabric, resting gently on a bed of black tissue paper. Its golden colour stands out starkly, almost glinting like the actual metal is woven into every thread. When Edwin gives into the urge the fabric shifts and glides between his fingers like water. Carefully pinching an edge between his thumb and finger Edwin quirks an eyebrow at his lover as he lifts the intricate lace bralette. 

“Don’t pull it out completely yet. Open the next box.” Thomas’s smile is growing by the moment, both fangs showing now, his eyes blown wide, glittering with pleasure.  

The excitement rubs off on Edwin, who sets the sunshine bright garment back neatly on its bed of paper. Gently placing the box on the desk next to where the Cat King is sitting, Edwin’s hands fall to the box in his lap. 

As soon as he tips the lid off, he both understands and matches his lover’s giddiness. 

Nestled inside on matching black paper and with equal alluring shine, if not more so, are a pair of stockings, fabric so thin and delicate they’d appear practically sheer were it not for the myriads of little glints sparkling as Edwin lifts one up to look underneath at the matching strips of lace to hold them up. Lightly pressing and sliding his thumb down the neat rows of ribbons, perfectly twisted into bows, Edwin resists the urge to lift the fabric to his nose if only for the sake of not keeping his lover waiting too much longer. 

“This is gorgeous.” Edwin says, just to watch his king preen with delight from the corner of his eyes, as he dips his hand back into the box to look at the last item.  

The crotchless lace panties glint teasingly at Edwin from his hands, in such a stark matching shade of gold he imagines holding them up to his lover’s face they’d match perfectly, down to the teasing sentiment itself. Hells, they are perfect, because they are from his lover. 

“Will you put them on, for me?” 

Edwin slowly rises from his seat, making a point to keep his eyes focused on his hands. Testing the stretch of the panties’ waistband with his thumbs as he walks, he carefully sneaks a glance at his lover tilting his head in confusion. Edwin leaves him to blink in silence and try to recover as Edwin makes his way to the door. 

“Let me rephrase that.” Edwin amends as he bends over to casually remove his right shoe, then his sock. Still mindful to keep his lover in the corner of his vision, he notes the Cat King hasn’t moved from his seat atop the desk, only turning his chest enough to lean on one arm and gaze back at Edwin in confusion.  

“It’s meant to be a gift for you, babe.” Thomas manages to utter eventually. 

Edwin nods as he opens the door, neatly slides his sock on the door handle, and shuts the door with a soft pointed click, looking up right as the Cat King makes to speak again. 

“Yes. So would you wear this, for me?” Edwin asks as he toes off his other shoe and sock. 

“Would you let me help you put them on,” Edwin repeats as he rounds the desk, moving to stand in between his lover’s readily spreading legs, watching as understanding starts to flicker and spread across the Cat King’s growing smile, “make you look all pretty for me?” 

“I want to see you shine for me.” The words brush Thomas’s lips as Edwin kisses him. 

Edwin’s pleased to find that the panties do indeed match his lover’s eyes perfectly, even when said eyes are blown so wide in pleasure that Edwin must lean in close to spot the barest hint of gold on the edges of black.  

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spring time 🌷🌱🐝

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meteor surfing

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Happy blueberry pie captain!