|Fandom: MOTM (@myth-of-the-machine) — I am now starving for more Shelly
||Pairing: Cupshell (MOTM! Cuphead x MOTM! Shelly)
|||Rating: teen and up / 18+ ish
|Warnings: minimal body horror, bl00d and g0re to a minimal degree but we need to because I like making my ships sink before they turn into submarines instead of sailing,
|| This is completely self indulgent, my otp, my sweeties, my shmuggle dugger razzle dazzle honey pop children. :)
Once the gang stepped into Garden View, all the worries, all the horrors of what happened seemed to suddenly disappear for only a moment. Bendy recalled the times he sneaked here with Dandicus after their shows and steal little kisses while Joey was searching for them. Boris looked at the intriguing designs all over the place with floating gardens and mid-air waterfalls that seemed out of a movie. Shelly and her trauma response team were home; breathing in the fresh airt of the plants around them. Only the cup brothers were reluctant; not once in their life something so beautiful lasted long. All good things come to an end at some point.
Sprout, very impatiently tried to yank Cuphead’s body further from the group and dispose of it accordingly, since it was a corpse. By all medical terms, Cuphead was dead, finito, basta, asta la vista; but like hell would Mugman let some rotten strawberry man ever think of something like that. “Hands off my brother before I personally turn you into a smoothy for the searchers outside the gate.” That was enough of a threat to make the young man back away.
“Sheesh... what’s wrong with you lot?”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with them,” Dandy answered half mouthed, clearly forcing himself to look at his ex-stage-partner there “They turned my Dyle into a fucking monster, because someone cannot think for once about anyone other than themselves!”
While the others continued to bicker, at the high pitched barks of Pebble, Shelly’s eyes wondered at the four people they just saved, her breath coming to a halt seeing the spirit of the cup collector going into the disfigured body, possessing it, controlling it in some twisted kind of way. A puppet whose strings were cut off mid performance had more grace falling than what Cuphead was trying to call walking on his own or even talking. Even with no eyes, and a missing 3 quarters of his head, the man somehow turned to the fossil, like he knew what she was thinking about; that she was looking in disgust at him.
“R-ruhhhhghh-” He groaned and tried to take a step forward, being stopped by his own brother. Cuphead allowed his spirit to slip out for a moment to talk normally. “Betrayal! This is betrayal from my own Glaze and porcelain!” The mug just scoffed, bonking him in the back, since he didn’t had a head anymore, scolding him about freaking people out with his ungodly look. “ughh mmman” The older brother groaned out while he seeped into his body again.
Freaky things always happen around Garden View. After all, this was the biggest medical bay in all of the main isles and closest to Toon Town that could handle searchers and bloat cases. Shelly has seen her fair share of horrible things happening here: from degloving of children by their own parents who were desperate to stop the bloat from infecting their youth, to people having attacks right when they seemed they were getting better and the fake ink injections seemed to work, only to melt at her feet like some useless pile of ice-cream. If ice-cream could cream in agony while their faces melted off into a myriad of bubbles, skin and ink boiling into the air-
“I’m sorry about my brother, Miss. He does tend to be very oblivious to social queues.” Mugman tried to reassure the poor woman who looked like she was shell shocked only from seeing the cup trying to for words normally. She shook her head, forcing a small smile “Oh, no need. I am Shelly. You can drop the ‘Miss’ part, we are friends here.”
Yes, friends... there are a demon and a wolf who might want to tell you a small story about these two, miss Fossilian. One is a total suicidal lunatic who got what he asked for and the other is a two-timing bitch that will give out meds then maim you into the ground. They were anything but friends, yet no one said anything because they were all just saved from the very angry twisted dark ‘friend’ they just made. Speaking of which Astro still had a very hard time understanding ding who could’ve done such a thing to Doyle.what on earth happened that made the automaton clock turn… Into that thing.
But Mugman caught the idea quickly, the animosity of the B-Brothers mixed with the odd friendliness of the kind fossil that helped them was a weird thing. “And I know it is not my place to ask, but are you and your brother ceramic?”
“Porcelain, toots.” Cuphead chimed in dropping his lifeless body over his brother’s shoulder with zero curtesy, like it was something most normal to do. “Grandpa kettle made us from bone porcelain back in the day, but we do have some patches with random clay here and there.” He added in a meter of factory way, swooshing in the air around Shelly, drinking in her appearance. He hadn’t seen many toon quite like her. If he still had a heart, it would most definitely pick up the pace, beating in his chest like a wild motor from a runaway train.
Shelly stored that information deep in her mind, but not too deep to forget it easily. Maybe it will come in handy later. After all, despite being dead, the collector was also still alive. Most intriguing. This could help them revolutionize medicine as a whole: a connection so deep with the body that can turn the soul into something almost palpable, into life beyond death, so many people being brought back to life after meeting their painful demise. She wanted to learn more about it, eat it alive in the best way possible.
…………………………
Pebble’s surprisingly soft paws hit the concrete layer outside of the research area; e hadn’t been allowed inside after a small incident with some DIP canisters being mistake for wet canned dog food. Let’s say Vee and Spout spent 2 ours pumping out his little belly of all the DIP before I could do any damage to his little tummy. But why was he outside the research area, walking in circles and circles and- it was because his best friend, Shelly, was inside, studying some old books about toons those if she could find something about toons who could live outside their bodies.
Suddenly, the soft pittle-pattle of the paws came to an abrupt stop and Pebble let out a confused whimper. “No, no… go ahead to sleep, boy. I’m good…” Fossilian reassured the small rock, thinking he was just tired from waiting for her to finish with her reading for the night. But that wasn’t really the case, as she very soon felt a chilled gust of wind filling the rom and a particularly colder one right behind her. “Brr…” she stood up, chair scrapping against the tile floor, in order to go close the windows, or the door. When she turned around, though she was nose to beheaded corpse with Cuphead. “Grrrroo-…” he groaned earning a terrified shriek from poor Shelly, phasing his spirit enough to replace his head at the moment “ what’cha doing, toots?” He asked like he hadn’t just scared the poor woman senseless.
She took in a shaky breath, sighed out calming herself. He was just a man, not some scary killer, right? She’s seen much worse than this, so why was she acting so jumpy round the cup, she couldn’t tell. “Oh, just researching something, don’t worry-” He cut her off, with a rather rude shove, his gaze running down the papers.
“You monsters-”
“I-I can explain-” she shouted, trying to explain her reasoning behind all of this. The Ink Machine, Cuphead’s ability to ‘live’ as a ghost; all this could’ve saved many, could’ve saved Toodles and Fin. She was panicking, of course she was, trying to hide the books she found, not that they were of any help.she found nothing on he ability to live with nobody of ink, not a damaged one not just-
Seeing the distress on her face, Cuphead laughed almost toppling over. To him, it was funny tormenting people. “Relax, Shelby! I can’t even read,” he explained through avid laughs “you could tell me you’re reading a cake recipe and I’d still believe you.” The collector gave a very heartfelt laugh, getting more into her personal space. “But I’m actually curious. What’cha cooking, good looking?”
“G-goo... what-” Shelly ignored the fact he didn’t got her name right, she ignored the fact he was let in a very high security area with zero checks; but she did fluster at the compliment. She eventually came back around after a very cold hand came to cup her face, then dragged across it. “Aaaaaand the moment is gone,” that made the cup laugh again “but I’m trying to find anything on your condition. How you can just-” the shell gestures vaguely at his whole-body muttering something incoherent.
She sighed, looking back at all the text she found until now, unable to find even the slightest little link to what the cup brothers were experiencing. It was a lost cause, and maybe it had to do with a demon being here – though it was very classist to think all demons were like that. Why didn’t she ask the people who could know exactly what was going on, she didn’t know. Maybe she was hiding behind fake courtesy. Shelly sat down at her desk, in defeat, with zero progress made in the past 3 hours.
“Why are you alive?”
“Well.. it all started when two pieces of china loved each other very much-” hearing the stupid child-friendly talk, Fossilian wanted to slam her head against the still opened book, but a cold hand softened her hit, the palm gently recoiling and upping her forehead. “Sorry, sorry…” Cuphead muttered with a bit of remorse at his own bad joke. It was a horrible idea to tell these people the secret society, the heritage him and Mugman had, but on the other hand they did help them despite all odds.
He remembered the way Shelly came in his life, all action and sparkles, breaking into the train and helping them all out. And, for the record, if he was not spent as a sprite back then he would’ve saved his little lady instead of letting the mutt do it. His lady? He certainly loved the sound of that. “Ill tel ya, don’t worry about it, sugar.”
The two brothers were gasping for air, running for their lives across the Inkwell Isles; four feet, four eyes, two straws made a beeline for their home, for the safety of the forest and their grandfather. “Elder Kettle is going to kill us…”Mugman slumped against a tree as the reality of their wrongdoings finally settled in hand-in-hand with the fatigue and terror that Cuphead just sold both their souls to the literal devil.
“Mugs-”
“What. Were. You. Thinking!” The younger brother jumped him, pining him to the ground, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “We are as good as dead!”
Head hitting the ground, his first chip fell off. The first one he refused to ever get repaired because ‘it taught him a lesson’. “Grandpa is getting older mugs… the workshop ain’t doing well and- a-and money. Imagine what we could’ve done with it!” An early retirement for Kettle, a way for mugs to never worry about going to school anymore – affording it for as long as needed. Maybe even he could go, show his ‘prototypes’ and…
It was all wishful thinking from a kid that was too fucking stupid and dreamed way too much for hope in a world that always bit back and took triple the amount.
“Cuphead, I’m sorry- you dealt with the Devil?!”
“And that’s not even the good bit, Shelby-” “Shelly!” “Whatever.”
Finally when the two made it home by midday, having been amiss from home from the night prior, they saw their elder cane-in-hand, having waited all night out by the porch for them to return. When he saw his younger boys coming back running, he never imagined they done something so wrong and wished, he just thought they missed home. Elder Kettle gave a warm smile and opened his arms, he boys running right in them, hugging him as crying.
When the two finally calmed down enough to explain to him what happened, the kettle’sepression hardened. It was his fault. He took these youngsters into his care after their creation, hiding the truth, being too leaned back in their training…
“And then what?”
“And then he told us all about our lineage, the Calix Amini. A thousand of years old cast of the calixes, a spirituality that could mend and bend souls, change your being and revive.” He sighed, walking around the room and looking over the artefacts that were laying around on dusty shelves. “As long as we are a community, together we are unstoppable. Even two are enough.”
“You and your brother-” “exactly.”
He goes to explain the fact that they were descendants of those powers, soul that travelled from a dead bearer and split into two when one of the eldest potters alive made them. But there was a catch, they could use this magic of the soul as long as their calix was intact, as log as. They had somewhere for the soul to return to. ”And since my head is in smithereens, my soul has no place to return to.”
It was too much, way too much information for the poor fossil to take in; she didn’t know if the headache was for the countless night’s spent awake reading much to Astro’s dismay, or because of this rollercoaster of a story. To be obligated to deal with the devil because of a small mistake you made as a child, was getting to her heart. “A-And the pieces of your head, where are they? Did you manage to salvage them?” Cuphead nodded, clarifying that Mugman carried a bag in which he managed to get most of the pieces before they were attacked by searchers in the forest outside Toon Town.
Shelly got an idea, a very stupid and reckless idea, but an idea nevertheless. She had an old friend in her childhood, a flower vase, porcelain, who people would keep picking up on and throwing pebbles in. And Shelly, the cute little fossil she was learned basic pottery to help her and patch her up. The collector gave her a ton of information, and now she felt indebted to him for this. “I think I can help you, Cuphead.”
“You can’t even begin to understand how much I wanna smooch ya now, toots!” But looking at the maced face, would still sputtering and pulsing under roughened crystallised blood and grime of the day, the fleshy, dry tongue still there, giving small jolts in muscle memory; the shell narrowed her eyes and passed it for another time. Now, they needed to convince mugman of their newfound plan.
Shelly walked to the main quarters, Cuphead trailing behind her, legs slumping on the ground, Pebble behind him, wagging his tail and yapping at every butterfly that visited Sprouts new-planted begonias around the paths. “Uhh, what room was your brother staying in again?” she asked confused again, but the confusion cleared when she bumped into someone smoking at the corner of the quarter’s building.
“Cuphead, I can explain-”
“... get that crap out of your mouth before I slap you into the river you were made from.”
Mugman sighed, extinguishing the cigarette and tossing it aside somewhere on the wet, freshly rained soil of a cabbage garden. Why cabbage- I don't know, do people ask you if you stir your stir-fried rice from left to right or from right to left as well?! “Why are you two strolling around? Aren't you supposed to be with that strawberry head?”
“Well I’m sorry, but I am not his fucking science project!” He muttered before sinking in again and groaning in annoyance.
The woman picked up her companion from the ground, opened her eyes wide and put on her best begging voice ever. “May I please see your brother’s pieces? I know pottery!” She added the last part very fast as she already saw the way Mugman’s browa furrowed and he was ready to refuse her. “I will take care, please...”
“Doll, it’s not that we don’t know how to, but-”
Cuphead started mocking him, making chicken sounds, or what he wanted to sound like chicken sounds. He always knew that got him to give in. As children, as teens, and even now, to his worst, mugman agreed, leading the two in the room he was put in. The bag containing the pieces of his brothers head was placed on the nightstand like some kind of sick twisted memorabilia. The younger brother just pointed at it and waited for the short fossil to grab it and go before he changed his mind.
Shelly blinked once, twice, then quickly went in and grabbed the bag, running into the horizon with a limping, beheaded body after her. The view was.... horrifying to say the least, but the collector couldn’t deny that he felt a bit heartwarming seeing his brother might get well soon.
.........................
Once back in the research area, Shelly softly placed the bag on the main table, some big rounded wood stub actually, that she often used when restoring old artefacts and scripts. She was known as a very patient person, and despite what many may say about stubby hands, those little things were very dexterous when working with old things. “we’ve got this. First I just need to dry match them into the shape of a cup...” she trailed off, gently unpacking the pieces and placing them on the table, sorting them on size, curvature, and trying to map out the skeleton.
“Put that the other way, toots-” Cuphead not-go-gracefully placed a hand on hers and guided it when Shelly got confused, making the woman’s face heat up slightly and make her wonder even more how would he feel like with warm, alive hands instead of that frigid and dull porcelain. The soft growl of Pebbles woke her up from the minimal daydreaming; her companion having brought her some adhesive he saw her using other times. “Hey, what’s got you so stress, Sheldon?”
She sighed, lightly smacking his arm. “Shelly… and maybe I’m worried. Teegan was way better at this than me.”
“Tee-gain… toots, comes on. Me and my brother lived in a fucking workshop, our Kettle repaired us so many times you’d think we would at least grasp the basics of keeping ourselves together.” He explained trailing along-
Like that one time we fought agains some devil-powered flower and his roots shoot up from the ground, took us by surprise and mugman got ripped in half with those jacking roots ripping and shattering porcelain- One got in his eye socket and pulled an eye out.
“Oh man, I had to parry him to live so fast dude-” Cuphead laughed, but the laugh did nothing more than to worry the poor fossil even more. Just how much damage could these cups get before they really kick the bucket. “But of course, I had o kill him myself first, because somehow he was still alive. Ha-! The look on your face just now toots. Priceless.”
“You’re laughing… at your brother being hurt?!”
“Oh please… when we were fighting this… Stagepay or whatever her name was, the stage collapsed on me and he did the same. Though he was using some bullets that didn’t really work too good and it took more than a shot-”
Shelly’s stomach turned upside down and she was already feeling sick. She really wanted to shut him up, but how does one make a ghost shut up in the first place. “W-well, gruesome details out of the way, wait... Stageplay. You and your brother really are the collectors!” The cup chuckled at that, amazed by how very idiotic the girl was in moments like this.
“yes... that’s the whole fucking idea, toots.”
With steady hands, despite the very unpleasant tales of the past Cuphead reminiscent of, Shelly managed to put his head back together as much as possible getting the fact some bits were completely shattered and couldn’t be repaired. What the two haven't realised was the time that passed since first entering the room. It was now well past midnight, the sky as dark as possible. Darker than any joke either of them could think of.
“Damn, i really did keep you occupied all day, didn’t I hon-,” when he turned to her, Fossilian was already asleep, her head on her arms; arms that were resting on the table as a makeshift pillow. “ney....” he smiled at the view, before mentally slapping himself and covering her with his coat so she wouldn’t be cold, he himself settling his body prepped against a wall.
Cuphead made sure he could still look at her from his position, settling in more in his severed body, soul blinking slowly once, twice; falling asleep looking at the one person who took her time to repair him, to listen to him...
Maybe to love him.
Idk if you accept requests, but... I'd like... Cupshell... I just want to see them fuck, okay? If it's not asking too much—
(I think this is the first time I've ever made a request omggg)
MDNI :: I Want My Senses Back
| Fandom: MOTM
|| Pairing: Cupshell (Cuphead x Shelly)
||| Rating: 18+
| Warnings: oral, p0rn w/ plot?? If the plot is them being dorks your honour, mentions of violence if you squint your eyes on a blue moon hopping on a foot
|| When I tell you I genuinely laughed my ass off for 5 minutes while reading your message, it would be an understatement – the understatement of the century. Love you, annon; love you to bits honey. Never change <3 (I also absolutely love cupshell. They are the cutest)
After being brought back to life by his brother for the millionth time in the past 15 years or so, Cuphead was left on the hospital bed alone – not alone, no; that was the wrong word for it as he wasn’t alone but not with anyone either. Apparently, despite Mugman’s very clear request to stay with him for the whole duration of him regaining his strength, both Teegan and Dandicus objected to it. Now it was only a matter of time that the request turns into a statement and the mug comes barging in the medical bay after trampling over the multiple toons standing guard in the facility.
If the situation wasn’t so horribly fucked up, Cuphead would’ve laughed by now, made a million jokes about how they used to die over and over trying to beat King Dice’s ass at the casino back when they were kids and only gave up after Chalice told them it’s useless to fight against demons. Even then, the older twin made sure to ease the horrifying news that they were the devil’s henchmen forever by a couple bad jokes. Very bad ones, even worse than Elder Kettles grandpa jokes on a Tuesday morning, but at least they got through it together.
Cuphead’s suddenly arched his back off his bed and groaned in pain as the stinging, harsh spike in the side started to bug him again. “Sonova-mph” He wasn’t going to tell anyone about it because the sooner he gave them the impression he was improving his health, the better for everyone else. The collector gave a half hatred look to the ink IVF the was connected to both his arms and under the bandage that hid his missing eye. Somehow, in the rush, Mugman forgot to grab it and even after performing the ritual, the eye was still gone. Despite Teegan reassuring them it will get better with time there was still a small thought in the back of his cup telling him he will be the first calix in existence to become a cyclops.
He snickered to himself, muttering about it making him look badass, but he quickly turned his attention to the door. That was being opened too gently, too sneakily to be his dear brother. Don’t get him wrong, Cuphead loved Mugman to hell and back, but he will never deny that his precious baby brother always made an appearance like a storm and was loud like one too. So who in the hell was coming to him in the middle of the night?
And in came Shelly, without her little yapping companion this time, looking behind her before fully getting inside and closing the door; just like she was a child trying to sneak inside at an ungodly hour after being out with their friends all night at the peer. “Well, hello there, girly. What’s got you here at this lovely Cup’s boudoir.“ She shrieked, not taking into account that Cuphead might actually be a night owl and be awake by the time she gets there.
“Nothing, nothing at all...” She backtracked, talking a bit faster than usual since she was embarrassed, she was caught sneaking in like some kind of creep. “Sorry... I was just really curious about your condition and- I actually study toons, different types of toons,” Shelly began overexplaining herself, used to Dandy’s stern eyes judging her whenever she was stepping out of allowed boundaries. “And I really wanted to study you- no wait that sounds wrong, I’m sorry.”
Cuphead laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly and the pain ringing slightly in his sides for a moment. “No, no. It’s fine, doll. Com’ere. I don’t bite cute-faced gals like you.” Reaaaaly smooth, mister collector. Like you weren’t horribly obvious, you were flirting with the poor thing. Feigned smoothness aside, Shelly was already blushing and blabbering excuses that it’s ‘totally professional’ and ‘she didn’t mean anything else by it’, but she was just digging herself deeper into the spider’s web at this point.
She sighed, letting herself sink in the chair next to his bed. Without noticing the proximity, it was put in by none other than Mugman himself, who if not 2 millimeters away from his brother would’ve thought he was dead for real. She didn’t do the math on that one and she was literally too close to him for her own comfort, and seeing this, Cuphead decided to be even more of a troll and tease her leaning in closer... at the same time that she was leaning down to pick something from the pouch bag on her thigh.
When two forces move on the same direction, opposite ways while moving towards the general same point of action will clash – your welcome for the small Newtonian mechanics lesson, sponsored by the Garden View Group & Corp.
It was a mistake, perhaps, but the two toons’ actions resulted in them almost kissing, and neither really wanted to pull away. Why would they? They weren’t doing something wrong per se, but will this change their dynamic? Most certainly. “Damn. Someone’s being very brave today, doll.” He slowly moved his hand to the back of her head, resting there, not really pushing her head closer to him, but making sure Shelly knows what’s in his mind. By judging the growing bright orange hue on her cheeks that make the little shine in her eyes pop out even more, the collector could tell very well she knew. “Shy? I thought you wanted to study me, doc~”
Oh that did it for her. She may be on the medical team, on the trauma response one to be more exact but no one, no one calls her doc and gets to live another day unbounded in the psych ward part of the Garden View. She closed in the distance and their lips finally met. He was cold and slightly tasted like lemon tequila. The taste was not unwelcomed, but it wasn’t really something a person is used to feeling when they kiss someone who has been a corpse for a day or more and was in a hospital full on ink IVF’s. By the time both of them pulled away from it, the before awkwardness, the tension that was rising; it was all gone. Poof! Just like that, with one simple kiss.
“That was good, toots~ Did you know your eyes are absolutely beautiful...?” He blinked slowly, dreamily looking at her and using that hand of his to pull her closer again; he could stare in those wide peepers of hers all night long and want more by the morning. “Like two bright yellow celandine flowers in a warm late spring day-” Cuphead coughed awkwardly, quickly pulling away from her. “Sorry, I was... blabbering again. I bet you hear all sorts of nice stuff from men usually.” He really had to go and make things complicated again with his big fat mouth and big fat emotions. He wasn’t even good with emotions normally so what the fuck was going on this time?
Shelly placed a hand on his blanket covered chest, the gesture oddly intimate, but in the moment she didn’t care about the implications; only smiling back at him and placed a small kiss on the rim of his head. “No, no. Don’t say that,” the collector cups her face again, his soul sizzling inside slightly as she said the next bit “Because I love it when you say it, Cuphead.”
“Oh hell naw, Shelz. Now you’re making me even more mushy inside...” Mushy? The man was built stronger than a literal god and she made him feel mushy. That would be the best compliment someone ever gave her.
“So, you come here often, pretty girl?”
“No~” She moved to prop herself on her elbows, at the side of his bed, on the metal handles. “I actually am not supposed to be in the civilian patients part of the med bay...” Her extensive research on toons has made her bosses to take the decision she shouldn’t interact with civilians in pain as not to bother them or make them uncomfortable. She was a very curious person, even as a child; she was just hungry for information, she never meant to say something wrong ever. “So I am kinda breaking the rules. That’s Pebble’s job?”
“The little guy?” Fossilian nodded, looking at the door suspiciously. “Yeah. Dandy actually got him to keep an eye on me, make sure I don’t step out of my lines and-” Cuphead shushed her and rubbed her arms gently in a soothing attempt to calm her down.
“That flower guy can kiss my ass. You can ‘bother’ me as much as you like, Shelly.” Cuphead sat up more with a puff, ignoring the pain in his body as he hollered her in his lap in the blink of an eye, making the poor girl both embarrassed and a stuttering mess all over again. Gods, don’t take him yet; he wants to look in those pretty eyes and see her cute reactions for the rest of his life, give him more time.
“Cuphead, we shouldn’t-” Shelly quickly covered her face with her palms, yet made no further movement, not to pull away but neither to sink in his arms more. “You’re still supposed to recuperate and... a-and someone could walk in at any time!”
“So what? When I see my girl stressed, why shouldn’t I hold her closer, hm? It ain’t a crime”
The collector pondered a little bit over her worrying someone can walk in and smirked. “Be a doll and go lock that pesky door, yes?” Shelly didn’t need to be told twice, after all he made it clear what he had in mind with her the second he started teasing her; but calling her ‘his girl’ only made the fuzzy feeling in her stomach grow louder as she got off and waddled to the door making sure it’s locked. And if making out like horny teens was how tonight was going to get, to hell with it all, she is in!
And back to the bed, he was already tugging at the tubed to get them off. “Nope, don’t do that.” She scolded him and slapped his hands off the tubes. “You still need them, silly.” Cuphead groaned in annoyance; he wanted to stop feeling trapped in there, but she was right. If he wants to get better faster, he needs to behave... for now. With Shelly by his side again, maybe he can get some of his senses back except the surging pains. “Cuphead? What are you thinking about?” That was a very good question. What was he thinking about?
Cuphead pulled her in his lap once again, her legs on either side of his hips, as a hand rested a bit lower than to her own hip. “Yer a vision, toots.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss, and another; until he finally got the courage not only in bravado but also in action to drag his tongue along her lips asking for permission as his hands firmly grabbed her plump ass right under her short stubby tail. A tail that the moment Shelly parted her lips enough to let his tongue wonder in, started wagging quickly between his hands. Cuphead pulled away shortly only to press his mouth to her jaw, down her neck, only stopping to her nape and muttering something about her being cute.
Shelly was a blushing mess, her creamy beige skin flushed brightly at the obvious growing arousal of both of them. She had the instinct of pressing her legs together to soothe the heat growing in her nether, motion that made the collector’s breath hitch and buck against her. “Fuck, sorry babe. Yer just so cute I can’t control myself.” Finally, it hit Fossilian. “You’re absolutely naked underneath.”
“No, really? What gave it away? The fact I just went out of surgery some hours ago or you being able to feel everything through this joke of a blanket?” Hit the nail right in the coffin, hit bullseye, right in the dingleberry. This man had absolutely zero filters when he was already in a hard situation. Cuphead firmed his grip on the girl’s hips, like keeping her from running away. “But I don’t hear you complaining, and you’re not so innocent either. You locked the door.”
“Y-you told me to!”
“And if I tell you to eat a stale cracker, you’d do it...”
He was absolutely right here; Shelly needs to give him that much credit for it. It was her own little devil in the head who locked that door and decided to stay in the collector’s lap like she was entitled to it. “S-so.. Uh,” Shelly’s face was a bright pink, the heat in her cheeks from sheer embarrassment enough to hint him what she had in mind. ”What now?” The cup gently sneaked a hand under her skirt, fingers lightly brushing at the joint between her leg and hip.
Cuphead leaned in capturing her lips in another deep kiss, tantalizingly going closer and closer to her panty line till she broke the kiss and pushed him back further in the bed, blabbering about being in trouble and they shouldn’t. “Trouble is my middle name, toots. You trust me, baby?” “Unfortunately for me, I do...” That was confirmation enough for Cuphead that he had the green light to get touchy. It had been a while since he was able to feel anything like this with someone else, but by the celestials, isn’t he the happiest toon in all the existence that it is with his little seashell.
Cuphead wanted his senses back, he got them back full force, pulling her panties to the side and working slow, tight circles around her bundle of nerves. Shelly bit back the small yelp that would’ve otherwise get out, he wasn’t even trying that hard but he was making her feel like a stupid schoolgirl again. “Please, Cups, please...”
“Now why would you go begging me like that when I am already head over heels for you, baby?” He finally tugged off her underwear before kicking off the blanket, feeling her heat closer and closer to himself, barely restraining his urge to just grab those hips and pull her down on his dick. Cuphead would be lying if he would say he wasn’t over the moon with every deaf thump her tail did when it wagged and hit his thighs, grinning like a cat who got the cream. “Are you sure about this, Shelly? I ain’t exactly known to be a good guy.” Good or not, she wasn’t going to back out now; mama raised no quitter! She was needy, it was the dead of night and if she was going to get in trouble, let it be because she actually done something.
“If this is your way to say you can’t do it,” Fossilian trailed off, very clearly trying to trigger something in the collector, teasing him, making him itch in his own skin; and it worked wonders; maybe wonders was a strong word, but so was Cuphead when he had enough and sat up more, making her fall backwards in bed, legs around his hips in a flimsy attempt to keep herself grounded. “H-hey now, I was joking!”
“I was not. Celestials, do you know how to fire a guy up!” Cuphead Cuphead loomed over Shelly's prone form, his eyes dark with lust and mischief. In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and yanked it down her legs, tossing the garment aside carelessly. His gaze raked over her exposed body, drinking in every curve and valley like a man starved. Large, calloused hands skimmed up her thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Cuphead settled between her legs, nudging them further apart with his broad shoulders. The heat of his breath ghosted over her most sensitive area, making her shudder and gasp.
Cuphead's tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of Shelly's folds in a feather-light caress. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. He chuckled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core. That's it, baby... Let me hear those pretty sounds, he purred, before sealing his lips around her clit and suckling gently. Two thick fingers delved into her slick heat, pumping slowly as he lapped at her sensitive bud. "Cuphead, please. Please I really need you." Oh those were the only words the collector was waiting to hear that night from his gal.
"A little tail wag for confirmation?" He teased, smiling like an idiot, making Shelly grab him by the handle and yanking his face closer to hers. "O-ow, hey! Message received loud and clear, toots." Cuphead surged up Shelly's body, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue as it plundered her mouth hungrily. His rigid length throbbed against her thigh, hot and heavy with need. "Oh I wanted you so much since the fucking moment you came in my life. Like an angel from the sky, come from way above. To bring me love~" He reached between them, fisting his thick cock and notching the swollen head at her entrance. With a roll of his hips, he sank into her welcoming heat inch by delicious inch, stretching her walls deliciously around his girth, drinking in every whine she made.
Cuphead gentled his thrusts, rolling his hips in languid circles as he savored the exquisite feel of Shelly's silky walls fluttering around him. He peppered her face with tender kisses - her forehead, the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth.There's my good girl, he murmured softly, stroking her head , her brow sweat-dampened . He captured her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, pouring all his adoration and devotion into the intimate contact. His movements remained slow and deliberate, stoking the embers of her pleasure to a smoldering flame rather than a raging inferno. Cuphead wanted to make this last, to memorize every second of their joining.
“I love you so much, Cuphead-” Shelly’s breathy voice, oh that sweet little voice made Cupheads soul ache for real, the tention in his shoulder’s going away and leaning more towards her. Fossilian took the oportunity to bring him closer, holding him tightly as she felt she was getting close. “Don’t let go, please!” Cuphead tightened his embrace, crushing Shelly against his broad chest as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her sweet scent - vanilla and honey and something uniquely her. His thrusts grew more urgent, more purposeful, chasing the rapidly approaching peak. The coil of tension in his lower belly wound tighter and tighter with each drag of his sensitive flesh against hers.
With a final, powerful thrust, Cuphead buried himself to the hilt inside Shelly's spasming depths, as her hips shuttered against his, trying to grind down and feel every last bit of him during their peaks. His release crashed over him like a tidal wave, back arching as he emptied himself in long, thick spurts directly against her cervix. A guttural moan tore from his throat, her name a reverent prayer on his lips.Shelly... fuck, yes... take it all, baby!He continued to rock into her, riding out the aftershocks and coaxing out every last drop of his essence. His arms banded around her like steel, holding her impossibly close as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.
"That... was..."
“Absolutely fucking good?”
"Took the words right out of my mouth, dork" Shelly smooched his cheek, closing her eyes and trying not to let the fact his IV came off somewhere during the whole ordeal and they'll be in trouble in the morning. "At least I'm your dork, babe" The two cuddled up in the medical cot.
