#corrupt kitty?

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

I always double check the golden claw. you know, just in case it's changed in the last 13 years.

[lovelyscourge]

Look at you, a pretty head all empty. Come here, sit between my legs, dumb little things like you need to be safe. And get dumber, drooly and fuzzy. You don't have to use that silly brain right now, little dove. Mommy will do the thinking for you.

[subbycookie]

Just a subby reminder that as a subby you should let your mommy (owner) Peg under the Christmas tree 🎁💕

[bunny-venus]

nice ass :)

thanks ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[kitty-to-br33d]

showing off my holiday nails ❤️

[vinylv1]

My updated comfort character bingo :3

[ghostszn]

For Kitty (@stygianoir), Happy birthday girl!!

1.4k words of smut! // 18+ only // manhandling // size kink // corruption // squirting // monster fucking? // scratching //

The soft glow of the moon filtered through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the cozy living room. You sat cross-legged on the couch, a chilled cup of tea cradled in your hands, the warm scent of chamomile lingering faintly. Across from you, Uta sat in a low chair, his posture deceptively casual. His long fingers tapped an uneven rhythm against his knee, but his mismatched eyes avoided yours, a rare and telling thing.

“Uta?” you asked softly, tilting your head to catch his gaze. “Is something wrong?”

The tapping stopped, his hand pausing mid-air as he finally looked at you. His expression was hard to read, the usual playful mystery in his eyes replaced by something more serious, almost pained.

“I’ve been keeping something from you,” he said at last, his voice low and steady, as though he were forcing each word out.

Your heart squeezed at the vulnerability in his tone. “Keeping something from me?” you repeated, your chest tightening. “What do you mean?”

“I…” He hesitated, tilting his head to the side in that familiar way of his, as though weighing his next words. “I haven’t been completely honest about myself. I’ve always wondered how you’d react if you knew the truth. And now that we’re married, I think it’s time I showed you. You deserve to see… all of me.”

His words were cryptic, his tone heavy, and yet you didn’t feel fear. Instead, curiosity and concern bloomed in equal measure. You leaned forward, placing your hand over his. “Whatever it is, Uta, it won’t change how I feel about you.”

He stilled under your touch, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. His lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I hope you mean that,” he murmured.

Slowly, he rose from the chair, his movement unhurried but purposeful. The air in the room seemed to shift with him, thickening with an almost electric charge. His silhouette sharpened in the dim light as he took a step back.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice softer now, tinged with something almost… fragile.

Before your eyes, his form began to change. His eyes glowed a vivid crimson, the usual quiet mischief replaced by a predatory gleam. Veins darkened and spread beneath his alabaster skin, and his features sharpened into something otherworldly, beautiful in its raw intensity. Black and grotesque, his kakuja unfurled, armor-like and jagged, exuding a terrifying aura of power. Six additional arms extended out like a nightmarish deity, their clawed tips glinting in the moonlight.

The tea cup slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t care. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared, torn between awe and disbelief.

“Uta…” His name fell from your lips in a whisper, your voice trembling as your gaze swept over him.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate, his towering form casting shadows across the room. “This is my true form,” he said, his voice rougher, darker, almost unrecognizable. “As a ghoul.”

The weight of his words settled in your chest, but fear wasn’t what you felt. He was a predator, yes, and undeniably dangerous, but he was still Uta- your Uta. And in this moment, standing before you in all his monstrous glory, he was breathtaking.

“You thought I wouldn’t like this?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, as though searching for any sign of deceit. “Most humans wouldn’t,” he said bluntly.

“Well, I’m not most humans,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For a moment, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a feral grin spread across his face, sharp and predatory. Relief flickered in his eyes, and with it, a glimmer of something darker.

“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice low and reverent.

One of his clawed hands reached out to cup your cheek, the cool, sharp edges grazing your skin without breaking it. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, not from fear, but from the heat pooling low in your belly.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his tone deep and heavy with emotion. “But now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The raw intensity of his words made your breath hitch. His gaze burned into yours, unrelenting, and when his claws traced down your neck, it left a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re trembling,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice as his thumb brushed over your jawline. “Are you afraid of me?”

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No,” you whispered.

“Good,” he purred, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “Because I don’t think I could stop myself now, even if you were.”

In a blur of motion, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you as though you weighed nothing. The sheer strength in his hold sent a thrill through you, and you clung to him as he carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you on the bed with surprising force, the intensity in his crimson gaze never wavered. The size difference between you was obvious, extremely pronounced now, and it made you shiver under the weight of his predatory stare.

“You’re so small,” he murmured, his claws trailing down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So delicate.”

Your cheeks flushed as you squirmed beneath him. “Uta…”

He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Don’t be shy. I want to see all of you.”

With practiced ease, he ripped away your clothes, leaving you bare writhing beneath him. His gaze roamed over your exposed skin, dark with hunger and appreciation.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice low and filled with raw desire. “And you’re mine.”

His lips descended on yours, and the kiss was unlike any you’d shared before. It was possessive, almost overwhelming, his sharp teeth grazing your lower lip. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.

When his fingers found your core, you gasped, your hips bucking instinctively. He chuckled against your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, his fingers teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes. “I wonder how much you can take.”

You whimpered, the tension in your body building with every touch. “Uta, please…”

“Please what, little one?” he asked, his tone darkly amused as he pinned your squirming form beneath him. “Use your words.”

“Please… I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

His smirk widened, and he positioned himself between your legs. The sight of him, fully aroused and impossibly large and a deep dark red, it made your breath catch.

“You’re so small,” he said again, his tone laced with dark amusement. “I’ll have to be careful not to break you.”

The stretch as he entered you was indescribable, a mix of sore overwhelming fullness and blissful pressure. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, his sharp claws gripping your hips to keep you in place, his arms caging you- devouring you.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So tight. So perfect.”

As your cries of pleasure grew louder, he began to move faster, his thrusts deep and relentless. His strength was staggering, and he used it to manhandle your smaller frame effortlessly, lifting you, shifting you, pinning you as he pleased.

When you came, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Your body tensed, and a gush of wetness coated him, soaking the sheets beneath you.

He stilled, his eyes widening in surprise before a wicked grin spread across his face. “You squirted,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “How delicious.”

Before you could recover, he started moving again, his pace incessant and rough, he lifted you- holding you on top of him as he thrust inside of your throbbing cunt. chasing his own release. When he finally came inside you, it was with a deep, guttural growl, his claws digging into your hips. Leaving small red lines claiming your body as his.

As you lay trembling in his arms afterward, his features softened, the traces of his ghoul form fading slightly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his mismatched eyes filled with a quiet adoration.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but you keep proving me wrong.”

You smiled, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. “I love you, Uta. All of you.”

And as you drifted off in his arms, you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t face to stay by his side.

A/N: Happy birthday! Uta (even in his full form) will treat you right! lol

Please don’t steal my works my only accounts are Luverine and ghostszn~

[lynthelynx]

Is there any older women on this apps that would want the sweet me

[yourbrattyesme]

Yes baby tell me all the ways you are going to ruin me when you get home.

[bonefall]

Feel free to ignore you've probably got a lot going on right now, but considering you know a lot about DOTC and Clear sky, I had a question...

We know that he's a terrible, misogynistic, woman beating and war mongering lunatic who was excused of all his actions because his equally misogynistic brother said " But-But he's nice! Deep down! This isn't the real him! "

But! In a world where the Hunters could write such a character, what do you think Clear Sky would look like as an actual sympathetic villain?

Idk if that makes sense, but what I've thought of doing is taking purely cannon Clear Sky and attempting to change him enough that he's still an antagonist, but not too far where only Reddit defends him.

I don't think he works as a sympathetic villain, on any level, ever. I think you're making a huge mistake to even try, and I have never seen an AU where it was done well nor am I interested in entertaining the thought.

Characters. Are. Tools. They exist to tell a story. The story that people tell me, by obsessing over some alternate universe where he was "ACTUALLY sympathetic and had a REAL redemption arc," is that they're not fucking interested in his dozens of victims. Nor do they actually care about the abusive impact he had on the minds and feelings of his family. They're JUST interested in Clear Sky himself.

Just like the Erins. Everything that happens in DOTC revolves around him. Everything. All his wives die so he can be sad about it. His brother defends all of his actions and BEGS you to sympathize with his pain so he can be 'redeemable.' One Eye comes out of nowhere so that there can be an example of "real" evil to contrast Clear Sky so he's less bad in hindsight.

The first three books of DOTC are bad, but the last three are fucking insufferable because SUDDENLY all that Gray Wing apologia pays off, and they take their main villain and throw him out a window. You CAN'T have "redeemable" Clear Sky and the plot of DOTC without dragging in someone else to drive the conflict, to BE the bigger threat to "unite" against. Slash and One Eye have to be conjured up out of thin air so Clear Sky can WHINE about how people only suck his toes instead of deepthroat them after he killed all their friends.

And yet, in spite of this absolute failure of an attempt, we continue to see this bullshit "redemption" be a mistake because Clear Sky is a fantastic villain, with major antagonist roles in nearly EVERY bit of follow-up material for DOTC that came after.

He's the most consistent monster in all of Warriors.

He's a fragile, egotistical, self-absorbed megalomaniac who ALWAYS sees himself as the victim, REFUSING to self-reflect and blaming everything else for all of his terrible choices. He will USE your love of him against you like it's a chain through your nose, step out of line and he will yank you into place with guilt trips, manipulation, public shaming, and violence.

He's a child abuser. He's a tyrant. He abandons the sick and disabled as soon as they're of no use to him, with grand speeches about "illness" and "weakness." He's a murderer who stands above the shredded corpse of his victim and bellows, "I'M NOT GREEDY! I'M JUST STRONG!"

And you'd write a "good" redemption arc for this, why?

Why are people so chronically unable to accept that there are LOTS of people like him, and you can't save your abuser? Why don't you ask yourselves why you're not interested in exploring Thunder, or Petal, or Gray Wing, and how his toxic influence impacts them? Why does the sympathy fall on Clear Sky? What about the DOZENS of victims who are dead by Book 3, and how THEY could have been saved?

Why ruin a perfectly good villain?

What's behind this trend where a billion people say to me, "Yes Clear Sky is a walking cavalcade of fucked up abuse apologia, and an incredibly realistic depiction of an abuser, but how would you change this while keeping it all the same?"

I wouldn't. You can't. It wouldn't be the same story, or it wouldn't be the same character. Never seen it done well, and I have seen it a lot. So I don't entertain this deeply frustrating "Well What If Clear Sky But Nice" impulse.

[urmentalkitty]

sucking mr. teachers big, grown cock with my tiny, babi mouth, under his desk, while he teaches the class that believes that i’m out sick for the day 👔

[lunaticpsyker08]

You can see how much variety behemoths can have...quite proud of these designs. slapping them in my behe hoard on toyhouse.

[kittykibbl]

I CAN'T STOP DRAWING HIM... but this time with that one smg3 from my dream (cor3)

[eighteafive8]

ghosts sketches again! I said I would draw them all but hell I can't get expressions of Mike and Julian help