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[heedingsinsmoved]

@bitofthisandthat said : { Negs says KITTY'S turn } 👉

WALK IN ON MY MUSE MEME (closed)

    Kitty’s faucet squeaks as she tightens her bathtub’s knobs, shutting off the flow of hot water into her porcelain tub as it filled to EXACTLY where she liked it to be. Today had been a long one– APPARENTLY the city had a new chief of police. And it was Kitty’s task to get as close to him as possible while feeding factoids and WEAKNESSES to her boss in her downtime. Frankly, the only thing that got her through Ratigan’s insistent yelling and hovering and her newest ‘beau’s’ droning ons was that she could sink into gallons of hot water and bath salts when it was all over. Especially since visitations from a certain mallard had been incredibly sparse lately.

        They both knew at times the other could become preoccupied. Whether it be a job or a cell that kept them apart– these things did happen. And usually she took it in stride. Besides, a few nights without his snide, gravelly voice ringing in her ear did the dancer good. And she was certain that he felt the same way. She COULD be slightly overbearing, herself. He’d certainly never catch her in admitting it, though. But the duck’s absence had been nagging at her as of late. She found herself growing more and MORE disappointed whenever she came home and didn’t see him making himself comfortable in her space as he normally did– that he wasn’t there to give her a dry ‘hello’ as he tossed his own personal keys onto a nearby table. They had gotten into a routine, after all. And it usually ended up with him taking up the other side of her bed, hogging many of her covers while he slept off his latest beatdown. Or with them collapsed in a sweaty heap.

       And despite the fact she knew that HE was just as busy as SHE was, Kitty couldn’t seem to quell the idea that she absolutely and undoubtedly missed him. In more ways than just primal, it seemed.

      The mouse slowly sunk her body into the steaming water, giving out a loud sigh as she laid her head against the lip of the tub. Her aching form was immediately starting to loosen-- the tenseness in her shoulders dissipating as she began to properly RELAX for the first time that day. China doll eyes stared upwards at the ceiling for several minutes, merely letting the water do its job as she settled. But after a few moments, her gaze turns towards her cracked bathroom door-- part of her hoping that she’d see a flash of yellow or black. But, instead, Kitty sees nothing but the glow of her bedside table lamp.

    An audible huff of disappointment huffs through her pink nose and the mouse bites her lip, gaze drifting back up to the ceiling. When WAS he coming back? If she had known there was going to be such a gap this time around, Kitty would have pestered him a little bit more for his attention the last time she had seen the crook. She would have done.... a lot more if she had known Negaduck was going to be taking his sweet ass time getting back to her.

      Kitty’s thick lashes flutter shut, and she inhales deeply, dropping a hand below the water’s surface, resting at the swell of her hip at first. She taps her fingers beneath the water against her skin as she ponders just WHEN the criminal will be making a reappearance. He could be a couple days… a couple weeks. Who truly knew with his ever-turbulent schedule? The dancers hand begins to wander as her longing fully begins to make itself present within her. If Negaduck wasn’t around… surely, Kitty could take care of herself. She had done so long before he arrived in her life, after all… Why should she WAIT for her appetite to be satiated?

     Her fingertips slide delicately between her thighs, lingering over the lissome flesh between her thigh and sex as she did so-- as if she were hesitating on acting on the desire that was steadily claiming her hazy mind. But with a hum, her fingers sunk to her folds. Manicured fingers slowly trace her lips, eliciting more soft sounds from the dancer. She smiles, deciding to go farther. Her digits stroke over herself a few more times before settling on her clit. She drags her index and middle finger around in slow circles, teasing the tender skin in alternating circular rounds. The water is jostled as Kitty shifts, stretching out one leg so her ankle rest over the edge of the tub-- offering her more space to work on herself. If Drake wasn’t around... SOMEONE HAD TO after all. A warmth was spreading slowly from her center and climbing up her spine as her speed increased-- causing stifled grunts to call into the echoing room. Despite this, Kitty abruptly stops-- frowning to herself before she pulled her pulled her leg back into the water. The mouse sits up and eyes a basket that rested next to her bath on the floor. To some it would look like the standard bathroom filler-- a whickered basket filled with magazines. But hidden amid them is a wand vibrator that Kitty kept just for situations like these. Immediately she leans forward and makes a grab for the toy, squinting at the buttons once it was close enough. She clicks against the silicone and its motor starts abruptly-- her smile was back as the mouse laid herself back against the porcelain. Kitty’s curvaceous leg goes back to its prior position and she wastes no time in resuming her ministrations, the buzzing sound of her toy muffling as it was submerged.

    With one hand firmly placed below her stomach, the mouse spreads her folds with two fingers. The other hand had the wand held tightly in her grasp and was dragging its rounded head along her folds. In her mind, she was conjuring a fantasy-- a dirty little movie that could encourage her. She was on a bed-- her wrists bound above her and her naked form was splayed out, ready to be taken by HIM. The duck smirked over her in her vision, crawling over her and muttering disgusting promises all the while as he glanced over her with uncovered and hungry eyes. His bill dragged along her thighs, his hands forcing her legs open even farther so he could dive forward, biting and marking her inner thighs until his mouth sunk to her cunt....

        Kitty touches the head of her vibrator to her clit and immediately gives out an elongated moan, her spine arching in pleasure against the toy.  ❛  Oooooh-- Feathers~ ❜  she cooed, thumb flicking out on her toy to increase the speed. The increase causes Kitty to moan again, louder and with another jolt of her form in the water. But her dirty little film was still progressing-- Negaduck’s bill had sunk to her wet petals, his tongue dragging possessively through them until he decided to suck harshly and pointedly at her clit. Kitty’s hips urged up in the water, landing suddenly back down in splash that nearly jostled the water out from the tub. But, still, the English woman presses on. His tongue was lapping at her sloppily, his hands gripping her ass tightly in his palms. She wanted it to hurt-- she wanted him to mark her skin beneath her fur in any way he could. God what she would GIVE for him to touch her right now-- The whirling of the wand was matching up very nicely with her picture, her wrist twirling at a more quickened pace. The hand Kitty was using to spread herself moves, grappling for one of her breasts in search for further stimulation. She rolls her palm against her peak before her fingers pinch at the pink poking out beneath her white fur. Another long call gives, and her nails then grasp her breast fully, her sharp nails pressing hard to her skin in a needy grab. The mouse gives out a deep seethe, flicking her thumb over the button again to increase the speed of her toy one final time. Her voice is now a series of broken moans and whimpers, hips breaching up through the water and landing back down hard against the cool stone beneath her.

     With all her commotion, how could she have heard the creak of her floorboards as a certain duck ventured into her bedroom? How could she see his figure moving in the crack of her door?

       The mouse cups herself again, a strong tingling starting in her legs and shooting up her spine as she claws at her chest. Meanwhile, the duck was growling against her heat—muttering filth and vile between his attentions. Fingers thrust then curled inside of her, his tongue lashing out in a mess of slobber. ❛  Fuck—Ah! Aaaaaah!......N..Ne— DRA--!! Oh, darling~! ❜  She pressed the buzzing tip hard against herself and her little form thrusts up from the water in a climactic arch, water finally spilling over and soaking her rug and tiled floors with the harshness of her gesture. This moment seemed to be IT for her undetected company as the door to her bathroom suddenly went flying open. Kitty was broken from her stupor—her fantasy cut short as her head flashed around to look at the offender who dared to disrupt such a personal moment. The grin on his bill was wide, the smug amusement blatant and the rush of joy that buzzed through the mouse was undeniable. Before, she would have possibly been embarrassed by being caught. But they crossed the line of ‘embarrassment’ looooooooong ago. If anything, she was perhaps a bit annoyed he hadn’t arrived sooner.

   Kitty coos at the duck, lifting her still buzzing toy from the depths of her bath and brandishing it with a flourish and a lust heavy smirk. ❛  I would have waited for you, Feathers…. But … you didn’t call me, ❜  she hums, looking to her wand and hitting the button to turn it off. All the while, her half lidded blues never leave him—her smirk never wavering. ❛  Whoopsies. ❜  She tosses it on the ground unceremoniously and smiles at him coyly, pulling her leg into the bath so she could twirl herself around, her bare chest now hanging out over the edge as she extends her arms out towards him. Her tail was behind her, waving coquettishly as she made grasps at the air—telling the duck to COME. HERE.

       Reality was so much better than fantasy, after all.

                    ❛  -- Water’s still warm if you would like to take a dunk ~ ❜

[ducktales-wco-oo]

{ Panch/Glad: continue 👏the 👏 timeline 👏 after 👏 the last 👏motel 'scene' 👏} Shower: My muse fucks yours in the shower.  -✩ { @bitofsin​​ } ✩

✩ { Meme​ } ✩

{ ☆ } It was a stupid thing to do. A stupid, catty, petty thing... and yet, Panchito only finds himself partially regretting what has transpired. Breathing heavily, practically gasping for air, beak is buried into the crook of Glad’s neck. Body shuddering as the last waves of pleasure course through him, cock trembles and twitches feebly, final streams of seed slipping down its length onto Glad’s stomach— adorning the gander’s previously pristine feathers in a splattered display of dominance —as he releases a content sigh.

Fading into soft, low chuckling, Panchito musters all the strength he has left and props himself up with his arms; peering down at the flustered, spent, utter mess of a man below. Feathers disheveled and dampened with sweat, Gladstone’s gaze is heavily-lidded and fogged. Remnants of lust still dulling the other’s senses, the sight fills Panchi with an sense of... satisfaction. Of dominance and control. Of the confusing situation, his troublesome emotions, the infuriating gander... Something that he hasn’t felt in quite a while.

“I win.”

Without another word, Panchito moves away from his former(?) friend and slides off the bed to stand beside it. He feels an indignant gaze boring into the back of his head as the gander scrambles to sit up, likely to give some retort, some comment that’d disturb Panchito’s ‘good mood’. Ruining the shred of enjoyment he’d managed to gather from the entire evening... Frankly, that doesn’t seem fair. Gladstone is going to be reimbursed by Lady Luck ten-fold soon enough. What does Panchito have but right now? But THIS moment where for once, HE can be the one walking away. Not for long, because sentimental and loyal fool that he is, he knows he’ll always return... But for now, he chooses to retreat leave. 

“I think I’ll have that shower now.” He calmly says, cutting off Glad before he can even begin. A strained noise escapes the gander’s throat, a mix of a huff and an offended whine, that elicits a smirk on Panchito’s beak, hands leisurely dusting himself off as if he’d literally gone for a ‘roll in the hay’. Fingers brush against stained feathers, decorated with proof of Glad’s desire for him— proof that had shot out like a rocket thanks to some skilled ‘handy’-work —momentarily pausing at the memory, at the lingering warmth that still hints his form.

... His feathers need attending. Slick with sweat and other fluids, they’re unseemingly bunched and disheveled. The remnants of their tense car trip also still linger on his body, since he hadn’t exactly been able to even enter the bathroom yet. Scents and memories that he’d prefer to have swirling down the drain as soon as possible. So without further delay or even a sideways glance, Panchito casually walks into the bathroom, beak slightly raised in the air and door slamming with a tad more force than necessary. Within minutes, the sound of running water drifts from the room, steam pooling out from the door cracks.

This is just what he needed... Some time to relax.

… ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ …

“F U C K!”

Crude cry tears itself from Panchito’s throat before he can stop it, water pouring down on his face as he lifts his head and closes his eyes. Clenching his jaw to try and stifle any other obscenities that want to escape, any other admissions that what Glad is doing... he is doing VERY well, entire body shudders as he feels his cock steadily harden. The other male’s hips are mercilessly grinding against his, cock rubbing with growing fervor at the rooster’s unwitting cry, Gladstone’s smirk— that goddamn smirk —seeming to mock Panchito even as he can’t see it. But oh, he can feel it. In every roll of his hips, every breathless chuckle and murmur of how the game is far from being over... Not that Panchito is complaining.

Hell, he’s the one who initiated the first kiss when Gladstone barged in on him... After spending a few minutes teasing ‘scolding’ the gander for being a thirsty hoe.

On the contrary- “Y-You fucking a- Aaaaaa-aaaahhhh~” Lewd moan interrupts his intended ‘insult’, a forceful rut of the gander’s hips causing his own to buck in response, throbbing dick already dripping heavily with pre. Mingling with the warm water cascading down it, the slick member rubs against Glad’s, begging for even more stimulation. Begging in a way that Panchito absolutely refuses to... For now. Gasping when teeth bite down into his neck, suckling forcefully on sensitive flesh, head angles to offer better access. Fingers intertwining tighter around Glad’s— hands pinned to the wall on either side of his head —Panchito squirms as he feels teeth graze him, textured tongue pushing and prodding.

Hips savagely buck after a FORCEFUL bite, throwing the other male of balance and causing a momentary shift in the mood from savage with need... to panicked and abruptly aware of how dangerous this particular spot is. For anyone aside from Lady Luck’s favored. Reaching out and grasping Glad as he begins to stumble, through uncoordinated and jumbled efforts— of which is a mere blur to the lustfully-dazed and emotionally-confused rooster —doused with a splash of Good Fortune heavier than the warm water pouring down upon them, he ends up lying on the bottom of the tub, wrists pinned and Glad cockily looking down at him. 

A familiar scenario, minus the scene and surrounding steam... Come to think of it, things had felt pretty steamy on the bed. Without warning, beak SMASHES against Panchito’s, tongue slipping in and curling against his, wrestling in a smaller-scale but no-less-intense fight for control. Moaning heavily into the kiss, lungs are burning for air by the time he breaks away, separating only enough for a gasp of air before relentlessly engaging once more. In a burst of competitiveness and pride, Panchito rolls Glad off of him and pins the other male down, beak moving to suckle at the gander’s neck as a hand grasps for his member. 

Cock slick with water and need, Panchi’s hand slips off the first few tries before he manages to get a TIGHT grip. Fingers refusing to grow lax, he rapidly jerks the gander off, growling into the crook of Glad’s neck as he applies some choice bites of his own. Forcing aside wet feathers and clamping down into flesh, desperate moans are barely contained— vibrating against skin —as if he was the one being handled with such vigor. Hips rut against Glad’s form, searching for friction against his own pulsing dick, leaking with a desire that slides to the floor and swirls down the drain... Apparently, Glad’s cue to take back the lead.

Slipping and sliding, pouring and pinning, wrestling and wanting... bare forms fumble around the bottom of the tub for a few chaotic moments, both trying to come out on top- literally. Shower curtain nearly torn off and bathroom floor speckled with water, grunts and growls are drowned out by the sound of rushing water before finally erupting into a long, drawn-out cry of- “¡OH DIOS MÍO!” Voice cutting through the air like a siren, Panchito’s resolve crumbles to nothing but dust at the feeling of Gladstone pushing into him, only a bit of pain shooting through his entrance thanks to the... thorough ‘lubrication’ of where they are.

One can only pray that the motel walls are thick...

“¡MÁS RÁPIDO! ¡M-MÁS FUERTE!” Panchito cries out as he Gladstone mercilessly slams into him, every thrust somehow managing to grant his wishes. Arms are snuggly wrapped around his waist, Glad’s breath hot against his neck as he bends over him, growling and grunting with each forceful thrust. With every cry from Panchito, these labored sounds grow louder, as if competing to see who can raise further above the ambiance of the shower. A competition that Panchito KNOWS he won. “Dios, te sientes tan bien, Trébol...” That alone is a breathless murmur, a nickname that he hasn’t uttered in years slipping from his beak, before it is drowned out by Spanish curses and ‘demands’ once more. { ☆ }

[heedingsinsmoved]

{ Negs at Kitty } “I’m gonna eat you out so fucking hard.”

     A huff of laughter leaves her at his statement ( – Or was it a threat? A promise, maybe? She could never tell. ) – she just can’t help it. She was already worked up and he barely even touched her yet. At first, she had HATED his ‘surprise’ home invasions. As someone who prided themselves on preparedness, it was beyond frustrating for him to just APPEAR and tear her from her perfectly rounded routine. And for him to additionally have the upper hand whenever it happened? Well, that was even MORE of a nuisance. But… the more it occurred, the more excited Kitty would find herself. He’d show up. She’d get mad. He’d play a card to ‘butter’ her up. And then they’d get into the nitty gritty of it all. That was USUALLY how it went– sometimes it was not always that path. But it was a common enough occurrence that, upon his arrival, the mouse would find herself already stewing in pure anticipation. So this time, when they had wrestled their way out of their clothes and onto her plush bed– WELL. The dancer could barely keep herself contained.

     He was set between her legs, kneeling there. She was still sitting up, forcing herself into the position by keeping a hand pressed to the mattress behind her. ❛  – Yeah? ❜  Kitty purrs, reaching down to cup her free hand beneath his chin in an oddly GENTLE gesture. She traces over his throat, fingertips pushing forward as if she were going to grab him there. But, instead, she seems to change her mind last minute. Her fingers go to grip tightly to the lower part of his beak and she pushes his face up, forcing his eyes to meet her hooded blue. One curvaceous leg extends and Kitty rests her calf at his shoulder, spreading her legs all the wider with this gesture.

    ❛  Well, you know I’m banking that you will, darling. ❜  She simpers, pushing her opposing hand even further into the cushioning of the bed so she could get closer– not caring for how uncomfortable this position truly was. (Years of ballet and gymnastics made it relatively easy, though.) Once Kitty is then close enough, she moves in for a desperate kiss, releasing her grip from his face so it instead could slide between her eager thighs while she kept him distracted above. Her slender digits slip between her pink folds, rounding her fingertips around her clit in a gesture made to tease herself. She huffs against his lips with the self made baiting, breath hitching wantonly as she presses her pointer finger down, tempting into already slick flesh.

       ❛ – Feathers… You’re going to make me scream , aren’t you? ❜   She breathes hotly into his open mouth while pressing the single finger inside of her, pushing the whole digit in. A satisfied HUM leaves her and Kitty falters back, granting the duck more VIEWING room while she added another finger into her hole. The dancer spreads her folds with a sigh, her whip-like tail flicking behind her anxiously. Suddenly and forcefully, she shoves both her pointer and middle fingers inside of her which earns herself a muffled GROAN. Kitty licks at her lips and she smirks to him– her fingers go in and then back out– again and again, the pace of it starting slow and then building to a steady, moderate beat as she pushed herself further and further. ❛  Going to … break me down … until I’m begging you to stop. … Right?❜   

        But just as soon as it all started, Kitty ceases in a sudden pause. Her breathing is already heavier, her heart beating loudly within her ears. She then extracts herself from her drooling cunt, bringing those two dripping digits slowly to her lipstick smeared mouth. Her lips wrap around them to the knuckle, where she gives a hearty suck of the juice that coats them.  A pleased sound bombinates within her throat, eyes pinching shut in revelry of her own taste. She was sweet. Just how she liked it to be. Kitty withdraws her fingers from her lips, making a point to pop them out so spit drew in a thin string from there to her fingertips. And then, as like before, she draws that hand back to his face, tracing the soiled hand along the turn of his beak. Her voice then comes out in a soft mutter, firmness edging into her tone. She doesn’t expect anything from him– he was a wild card, through and through, after all. But she was doing what she was best at. 

                     – Putting on a show.

         ❛  You better. Or I’ve warmed myself up …. for absolutely no fucking reason.❜   

[multiismut]

@bitofsin asked: Glad will casssuualllly nonchalantly toss (¬‿¬) (¬‿¬) and sip his martini like he doesn't care either way. But. Ya know.

She couldn't help but let a little chuckle slip through. . . Figures it would be him that did her in, like he doesn't even care that he did. Deep down, she knew better, but for the moment, she would let it bother her. . . Let it ignite that FIRE to MAKE him care. He wants to be the one to make her finally strip it all, she'd make sure she had his undivided attention for it.

Lola turned her back to the duck, reaching up and pulling the towel from her shoulders— Before turning her head back and tossing it to his legs. Something physical, to KNOW she has his gaze. . Before a hand trailed down her side, her thumb sliding under the left strap of her panties. . She tugged it outward, stretching the fabric before she toyed with lowering it down. .

When she finally did begin the process, her hips twisted and gyrated, swaying and showcasing her ass for the eyes on her. She knew her chest wasn't the biggest or the nicest, but she always knew her ass was prime, prime alluring curves, prime muscle, it was perfect, and she did a lot to keep it that way.

Lola started bending at the waist, bending forward while her hips swayed, and her hand pulled her last article of clothing down. Any shame she once had, was long gone, her most sacred of places was now exposed and freely so. . Her pussy now fully exposed to his gaze, a gaze so heavy she could swear she could FEEL it. . Finally, one leg stepped out of her panties before the other followed, allowing her to stand back up— Her sex out of view as she turned slightly, tossing her panties over to him, perfectly landing them in his martini.

              ❝ You're welcome. ❞

[heattseason]

@bitofsin​ asked: For that Headcanon meme: B, F, N Headcanon ABC’s / Always Accepting.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

      She’s really proud of her hips / ass tbh.   As for parts of her PARTNER’S body, she leans to chest / breasts orrrr thighs. .   She likes to act like dicks are weird and nasty, but she DOES happen to have   preferences for those— She likes knots a whole bunch, not a part of this, but   fun to mention nonetheless.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

          She really likes doggy, and cowgirl, but she does recognize that she hasn’t tried all the positions and she is ALWAYS up for experimenting in this subject.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

        Sharp objects, and sex with non animated / ‘toon’ characters—      I say that, because she’s had a couple instances on this blog of non-toon    characters tryin’ to tap, and she just doesn’t feel it. Now, human toon    characters are a different story, but in that regard she tends to stay with    feminine characters.

[heedingsinsmoved]

{ FWOPS---- Negs onto Kitty for this } ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧

Send in  ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧ and my muse will talk about all the things they find sexy/arousing about your muse’s BODY. Honestly.

    ❛  – Feathers knows what I like about him. At least he BETTER– I’ve thought I’ve made myself quite plain but… I am always free to stroke his ego and … anything else he might want.

       BUT ! Let’s get to the nitty gritty of it all, hm? The first thing I like about him? His voice. It’s … a panty dropper, if I’m being crass. Even though he sounds like a god damn woodchipper that’s only been filled with cigar ash, whiskey and scrap metal. He growls and purrs into my ear and I … I just can’t help myself. He could be saying the most… awful, disgusting things and describing absolutely volatile scenes of violence. Which, by the way– he has. And every time, without fail, it sends tinglings right through and straight between my legs. I know I say that I don’t like it when he runs his mouth… But if he ever stopped, I’d be vastly disappointed. Just– Mmmm…

       Also? Feathers is always up for anything. I mean– ANYTHING. The willingness to take almost anything on and OFF the menu is an aspect of him that I fully enjoy. I never know what to expect because the buffet is open and he just picks whatever strikes his fancy– whenever he wants it. Which… god. He knows EXACTLY what he wants. When he wants it and HOW he wants it. I… love direction, myself. And it’s so, SO attractive to see it in a man who lays it out so … plainly. There’s nothing to decipher which is, in comparison to everything else I do, kind of relieving. He says ‘I want you ass up, face down.’ I go ass up and face down He says go harder– And I squeeze his balls until I he either CUMS or tells me to stop.

       Which, by the way? Not a quitter, that duck. Though, that should be very obvious at this point. I mean, he basically harassed me into keeping his company. And … well, it worked. His thoroughness is both annoying and very…. very satisfying. Especially when it’s brought into the bedroom. Because he does not stop when I beg. He stops when I can’t talk anymore– or I’m a quivering, drooling mess who is more … ah … fluid than lady, if you know what I am implying. Mmm… God, the dedication to fruition? It’s so, so hot. 

      And– I… hm… How do I explain this delicately? Every thing he has, Feather’s uses to his full advantage. His hands– strong, and capable. His mouth– quick and god damn relentless. And his cock? Well… he’s not the first fowl I’ve been with. But he IS the first duck. And I was not prepared for how rigorous and how … streamlined  he was going to be. I’m … Ah– That’s probably enough, hm? I’d hate to stoke that ego of his… TOO much.

     – Feathers’ certainly isn’t like other guys. And thank GOD, because if he was, I probably wouldn’t be so willing to be at the end of his dick at the end of most nights. ❜  

@bitofthisandthat

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[heedingsinsmoved]

@bitofsin​

        ❛  .......... Hm.❜  

             ❛  -- Got it. Consider me adding a few things to the ‘fuck-it’ list.❜