Here is our lineup for this weekend at @c2e2! Additionally, we will be hosting our game show “Is it food, or is it Cosplay?!” on at the Cosplay Central stage on Saturday at 3:45pm! Can’t wait to see all of you guys! ❤️❤️ #cosplay #edibleprops #sweetsornotsweets #isitfoodorcosplay #c2e2 #diablo #diablo3 #d3 #necromancer #tragoulsavatar #bloodborne #eileen #eileenthecrow #vicaramelia #fromsoftware #japanstudio @blizzard @fromsoftware_jp (at C2E2 At McCormick Place)
tobey - DEFINITELY lemon demon and fnaf fan songs. additionally, he’d most likely listen to jack stauber and vocaloid (got that last one from @toonycatuwu)
victoria - poppy, marina, melanie martinez
y’know what ? she prob listens to little miss perfect too
i was gonna include becky, scoops, and eileen, but then it occurred to me that i have no freaking clue what they would listen to
Vanessa’s cousin was getting married to a wholesome girl he met at an art school in the country. By all accounts they were very happy and very in love and very interested in a big, traditional, religiousy ceremony that would make the grandparents swoon. That’s why they were saying their vows in a huge, old cathedral in the city where most of Vanessa’s family still lived. Vanessa would have tried to get out of it, but the church was barely ten blocks from the law school, and her parents weren’t taking any excuses.
The ceremony wasn’t going to start any time soon. The guests who came early were all just standing around between the pews while Vanessa’s family and her cousin’s new in-laws slowly filtered in. Vanessa and Eileen were among them, because Vanessa’s perpetually-late mother had prodded them to come early. She, of course, was nowhere to be found.
Eileen brought out one of her favorite dresses for the occasion, a short, breezy, colorful sundress that hung loosely off her shoulders. Vanessa was wearing a white blouse and a lacy navy skirt. It was a nice, simple outfit, but something about the way Vanessa wore it made it unbelievably handsome. Or maybe that was just Vanessa herself.
Neither of them did much with their families these days. But Eileen was happy Vanessa thought to bring her, even to something as obligatory and unwelcome as a little-known cousin’s wedding. She nudged Vanessa and teased her about it. “Odd to bring your roommate to something like this, isn’t it?”
“Who else would I bring?” Vanessa asked. “And besides.” She put her arm around Eileen’s shoulder and pressed on her firmly. “You’re not just my roommate. You’re mine.”
“I know,” Eileen said softly. There was nothing she knew better. It had been the greatest, most important thing in her life ever since Vanessa claimed her. The weight of it still made her weak in the knees, even after months of serving her owner.
Her owner. That’s what it was about. Eileen was a proud, grade A, top quality slut. That hadn’t changed and it wasn’t going to. There were too many cute girls in the world not to let all of them fuck her. But she belonged to Vanessa. Any girl could pin her down and use her and leave her an exhausted well-fucked wreck at the end of the night. She very much encouraged it. But only Vanessa could make her feel small.
Eileen twined her fingers between Vanessa’s and glanced up with a slight smile. Vanessa squeezed her hand tight and smirked back. Eileen blushed shyly, her heart fluttering and aching with happiness. She wasn’t used to loving someone like this. It was kind of scary. But she held on to the feeling, and let it wash over her, and decided it really wasn’t so bad.
Vanessa leaned over and whispered into her ear. “Wanna slip out before the ceremony?”
All Eileen wanted was to say yes. Her voice caught in her throat.
“Just nod.”
She did.
They left the pews as inconspicuously as possible. Vanessa lead her through a hallway, past the bathrooms, and into an empty rec room nobody should have any business in this afternoon. There was a small storage closet in the corner, and when Eileen approached it Vanessa shoved her in, spun her around, and pinned her against the wall with her legs bent back over a folded-up card table.
Vanessa held Eileen in place with the side of her arm pressed firmly against her face. Eileen got the idea and opened wide, letting Vanessa’s bony, black-furred arm stuff her mouth like a gag. She tried to be careful with her teeth. Vanessa didn’t seem concerned.
They stayed like that for a few moments, long enough for Eileen to calm her breathing. When she finally managed to steady herself Vanessa yanked her loose dress from her shoulders. Eileen’s small, perky breasts were left completely exposed, and she couldn’t help letting out a soft whine.
“Best keep quiet,” Vanessa muttered darkly. “I know you like showing off. But I don’t have to tell you this isn’t the place, right?”
Eileen nodded desperately.
There wasn’t any further conversation. Vanessa grabbed her tits and groped her shamelessly. She didn’t show any restraint or even the slightest bit of mercy. It took everything Eileen had to hold back her moans. She whimpered into Vanessa’s arm instead.
Vanessa pinched and kneaded Eileen’s breasts. She toyed with Eileen’s sensitive nipples and fondled them greedily. Her arm stayed firmly in place while she leaned down, even kneeled slightly, to get her mouth at breast height.
She licked and sucked and bit Eileen’s tits, but she was careful with her lips. She didn’t want to make any conspicuous smacking sounds. Her attention wasn’t any less intense for it. Eileen was so overwhelmed having her breasts played with she didn’t even notice Vanessa’s hand snaking down her side until she hiked up her dress and yanked down her panties.
Vanessa leaned in and rubbed Eileen’s clit with her thumb. She winced when Eileen bit into her arm but didn’t let it deter her. Her fingers slipped inside and claimed Eileen’s pussy as their own.
She didn’t bother ramping up. She fingerfucked Eileen hard and fast, just the way she liked it. Her relentless assault on Eileen’s most sensitive spot was inescapable and irresistable. It took everything Eileen had not to cry and moan and draw attention to herself. Vanessa fucked her and fucked her and all Eileen could think about was how completely, utterly, thoroughly owned she was. It was the most perfect feeling. She couldn’t get enough of it.
But Vanessa’s position was too awkward to be properly dominant. She bit Eileen’s nipple, pulled it taut, and let it go. She fucked harder and faster and slowly rose to her full height. Eileen watched her with big, wide, doey eyes, shaking with pleasure, utterly enraptured by her owner’s presence. Vanessa lightly pushed her down and looked at her with a piercing, possessive gaze.
Her eyes said it all. She saw right through Eileen, in a way nobody else did. She saw past the bratty attitude, she saw past the hidden intelligence, she saw past the tiny kernel of uncertainty Eileen kept buried deep in her heart. She saw past all of it. She knew exactly what Eileen was.
And she didn’t care. None of it mattered. It didn’t matter what Eileen needed to prove or what she was afraid of or what kind of person she was on the inside. Because Vanessa’s eyes only cared about one thing:
Eileen was hers.
There was no turning back now. Eileen whined and gasped desperately into Vanessa’s arm. Her back arched and her body spasmed with need. Vanessa pressed her into the wall and fucked her harder. Eileen was overwhelmed with lust and need. All she could think about was the unrelenting, merciless pleasure, and how it all came from her owner.
She shuddered and shook and finally came. Orgasm wracked her body. Her restraint failed and she let out a single slutty, pathetic moan. Even muffled and gagged it must have been loud enough for the whole world to hear. She was horny and desperate and cumming for her owner and she never wanted to be anything else.
Vanessa took her arm out of Eileen’s mouth and pulled her close, teasing her clit while she rode out her orgasm. When it was finally over she let Eileen go and propped her up safely against the wall. She casually licked the cum off her fingers and slid Eileen’s panties back into place. She scritched Eileen’s head and covered her breasts and fixed her dress carefully, making soft, reassuring shush sounds all the while. Eileen let Vanessa care for her and slowly regained her strength.
Once Eileen was all put back together, or at least as close as she would get, Vanessa gently lifted her to her feet and gave her a kiss. “They’ll be starting soon,” Vanessa said. Her voice was caring and tender. “Are you ready to go back?”
“Mm.” Eileen gave Vanessa a big hug and buried her head against her chest. “You’re not even going to let me do you?” she teased. Her usual confidence was coming back to her.
Vanessa took Eileen’s chin in her hand and held her in place. She leaned down, gently brushed her lips against Eileen’s, and claimed her all over again with an intense, possessive kiss. “I guess I just have a weakness for cute sluts,” she said. “Watching you get off is fun all on its own.” She leaned back up and patted Eileen’s head affectionately. “But don’t worry. This wasn’t pro-bono. As soon as we get home, I’m taking what you owe me. With interest.”
“I’ll be holding you to that,” Eileen said with a smirk.
“You won’t have to.” Vanessa rubbed her arm where Eileen’s sharp teeth had left harsh red marks. “You’re not about to get away with gnawing on my arm like that.”
“I won’t apologize.” Eileen lifted her nose into the air half-ironically. “You should have been prepared for the consequences of your actions.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes. “Only got myself to blame. Guess I just wanted to watch you squirm.”
“I do love squirming.” Eileen rubbed up against Vanessa and winked.
“What a pest.” Vanessa wrapped her arm around Eileen and cupped her close. “Let’s find something to cover this with and get back before they come down the aisle.”
Eileen didn’t answer with words. Instead she just snuggled up to Vanessa and purred. She spent the rest of the night hanging from Vanessa’s arm, perfectly content to be in her proper place at her side. The love she felt was so intoxicating she even started to see the romance in the boring straight wedding proceedings. She didn’t know Vanessa’s cousin, and she didn’t say a word to him all night, but she hoped his new wife made him as happy as Vanessa made her.
A while back I wrote a story about a pair of catgirl roommates named Vanessa and Eileen. I wrote that story cuz I thought it was really hot, and I like the characters a lot, but something about it never sat quite right with me, and I’ve always had this little feeling in the back of my head like maybe I could have done better.
I finally decided to deal with that by writing a little epilogue. It’s sweet and sincere and doesn’t actually have any sex and I think it might actually be the horniest thing I’ve ever written.
cw: D/s relationships
An hour later I finally let Eileen go. When I freed her from the binds she rolled over on my bed, gasping and shuddering. Her perfect beautiful coat was disheveled and filthy, covered in sweat and girlcum. It looked even better this way. She turned her head just an inch to look up at me with one eye. If I had to read her expression, I would say she was in awe. “Holy shit, dude.”
“Keep pushing and pushing and that’s what you’re gonna get.” I slipped into the bed with her and she clung to me needily. “You’re a pest, Eileen.” I held her close and felt her heart beating in my arms. “You wouldn’t get away with it if you weren’t so fuckin’ cute.”
A faint smile played across her lips. “Then it’s a good thing I am, isn’t it?”
I shook my head at her, but I still kept her there in my bed, squeezing her tight. I had my weaknesses too. I just couldn’t get enough of her. “I guess I’m not complaining.”
Eileen spent a long time with her face buried in my fur, breathing deeply, trying to keep me as close as she possibly could. The next time she spoke her voice was soft and uncertain. I wasn’t used to hearing that from her. “Vanessa?”
“Mm.” I was too tired to do more than grunt in acknowledgement.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
I already knew that. She flirted with everyone, she’d sleep with any pretty girl, but I was her obvious favorite. I knew there was only one reason she ever spent the night at home. It wasn’t hard to figure out. I was sure she hadn’t realized it until tonight.
I didn’t answer her right away. I held her close and gently kissed her neck. “I don’t know if I do that,” I finally told her. It was the truth. “But I might just be afraid of what it would mean if I did.” That was true, too.
She hugged me tight and snuggled herself against my chest. “Don’t worry about it,” she said sweetly. “I don’t need you to feel the same way. I just like being with you.”
“I’m okay with that. Being with you has its perks too.” I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
The way she held me I could tell there was something on her mind. I slowly stroked her hair until she was ready to share it. “Graduate program’s just a two-year course,” she finally said. “But you’ll finish up the year after I do. Maybe I can stick around for a while. And wherever we go next, maybe we can go together.”
“Maybe,” I told her. “I don’t know where we’ll be then. But keeping you around doesn’t sound so bad.” I gently traced my hand over her soft face and ran my fingers along her neck. I couldn’t help thinking she would look good with a collar. “You’re gonna have to learn to listen to me, though.”
“Are you offering to train me?” she said, her usual playful smile briefly dancing across her face.
“You mean by whipping you and fucking you senseless when you decide to get cheeky about it?” I clamped my hand against the back of her neck and lifted her head to look her straight in the eyes. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m offering.”
The possessiveness really worked on her. She was just staring at me, cheeks flushed, paralyzed by her own desire. I could see she wanted to kiss me, and even though we had been sleeping together for almost a year she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This time it finally meant something. “Eileen,” I said firmly, making a wonderful mistake. “Kiss me.”
She finally remembered to breathe. The nod she gave me was uncharacteristically timid, and when she whispered, “yes, mistress,” it almost scared me how easy getting used to that would be.
I let her lean up and kiss me for just a second before I pushed back and made her mine. I forced my tongue into her mouth firmly. I didn’t need to be rough or passionate or forceful. I just needed to get myself in there. She just needed to know her mouth belonged to me. My hands traveled around her body, grabbing and squeezing every part of her, laying claim to what was mine. The way she squirmed and moaned underneath me told me she understood. No matter where else she went, no matter who else she slept with, she was my property. I was her owner. And she loved it too much to ever let that change.
When her cute submissive whines died down I knew she had finally accepted it. Once again, Eileen won. She got exactly what she wanted. She was mine. And deep down I already knew I was going to keep her.
We kissed until we dozed off in each other’s arms. I was losing time, but maybe just this once it was worth it. Having her with me I felt content. At peace. I was finally able to put the little things aside and think that maybe, just maybe, they didn’t matter so much.
But they did matter a little. Eventually I had to sigh reluctantly and let her go. It was late now, but I could still squeeze in a little bit of work on my paper. I got out of bed and looked down at Eileen. “Tomorrow I really am gonna need you to let me work,” I told her. “I only have until the weekend and I’m going to fail con law if I don’t get this done. You can go and flirt with one of your other girlfriends if you need to. Or even stay home and get your own classwork done for once.”
“Oh, I finished last week,” she said, stretching out on the bed, showing off her sleek, sexy body. My sleek, sexy body. “You’re the one who always waits until the last minute.”
I leaned over her and put a hand on her chest to press her back into the bed. “Watch yourself, Eileen. I don’t think you have another punishment in you.”
She smirked up at me. “There’s always room for more punishment.”
Cocky slut. I grabbed hold of one of her sensitive, abused nipples and pinched it tight. She winced and whined in pain. “But maybe not tonight, mistress,” she finally admitted.
“That’s what I thought.” I let go of her and leaned down to give her a kiss. “Behave yourself and you might get a reward when I’m done. Understand?”
Eileen nodded eagerly. I smiled at her knowingly and gave her a pat on the head. I let her sleep in my bed that night, and it was the first time I didn’t need to fuck her.
Been playing this mobile game called Seven Knights and it’s slowly consuming me with their overly adorable character designs. (some look ripped off tho, but still, look at them uvu )
