Kingdom of ✨️Want & Pleasure✨️

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cat King/Charles Rowland Characters: Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Charles Rowland Additional Tags: Prompt Fill, Developing Relationship, Vignette, Time Skips, Enemies With Benefits, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Porn with Feelings, Sharing Clothes, or more accurately stealing them, Anal Sex, Hate Sex, Lazy Sex, Bickering, Flirting, Cock Warming, Barebacking Summary:

In which the Cat King steals Charles' look. Three short, steamy, charged Cat King/Charles vignettes featuring a developing relationship and clothes stealing as foreplay.

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cat King/Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Characters: Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Prompt Fill, Porn with Feelings, Rimming, Dom/sub Play, Under-negotiated Kink, Trust, Vulnerability, Developing Relationship Summary:

In which Edwin lets it all hang out.

Steamy, charged, revealing Cat King/Edwin sex, featuring exchanges of power and fae bargains as both trust falls and kink scenarios.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cat King/Original Male Character Characters: Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Pre-Canon, One Night Stands, Car Sex, Hook-Up, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Shapeshifting, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Wing Kink, Sex Magic, don't be a joe; always use protection when fucking scary eldritch men in the backseat of your car, don't trust scary eldritch men who tell you they're literal biblical angels either, juuuust a touch of body horror Series: Part 1 of the great pretender: the many origin stories of the cat king Summary:

“Did what hurt?” the beautiful man delivers his line like exactly what it is—his half of a script. His mouth barely moves, but it twitches, the barest upward curl of his rakishly scarred top lip.

Joe gulps. Somewhere behind him, he can hear his friends whispering, laughing. Assholes. They put him up to this, and now he’s the one who’s gonna get to carry the memory of this—this angel laughing in his face forever. “When—when you fell from heaven?”

The smile widens; Joe is treated to a sudden vivid vision of his own heart, chewed up and stuck between its teeth. “You know what? It did.” The beautiful man waves a lackadaisical hand; jewels jangle on his wrist like wind chimes. “Ah, but the past is the past. I'm feeling much better, now.”

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Cat King and Edwin putting their attention on Charles: we're going to good cop/bad cop this, acting like we're at odds when we're actually intricately intertwined in our approach to taking our boy apart and making him feel loved

Charles and Edwin putting their attention on Cat King: playful, mischievous, real "think you can keep up, old man?" energy, maximising their joint slay to become SuperNympho3000

Relationship: Cat King/Charles Rowland (background Edwin/Charles/Cat King)

Rating: E

Words: 6,800

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Summary:

The Cat King has a new look, and Charles likes what he sees. Playful, sensual, competitive Charles/Cat King sex, featuring fat!Cat King and heaps of bickering and body worship.

Excerpt:

“But I know that’s not all you want,” he teased, eyes hooded and dusted with that same gold, the shimmery smear of it topped off with sharp swoops of eyeliner. “So what’s it gonna be? C’mon; you’re gonna have to use your words, babe.” He dug his heel in little circles, almost massaging Charles’ chest. “And, uh, speak up — I can’t hear you from aaaall the way down there.” “Yeah?” Charles grinned. “Maybe you should come and join me.” Charles was hoping to punctuate that with a sharp enough pull to drag the smug bastard off his throne and onto the floor, but Thomas’ leg barely budged. He laughed. “Don’t know if you noticed, little guy, but I’m in a slightly different weight class, these days.” His lips curled, satisfied, a proper cat who got the canary. “What is it they say in cricket? I'm… out of your league?” Charles huffed. “As if.”

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