#This cat is the dumbest baby I love him so much

[teaboot]

Please lord help me, son boy has figured out that I've hidden his treats under my mattress topper and is furiously dragging the blankets from my bed even though he is but 4 bagels large

[twstedfreak]

Married Life with Gojo Satoru

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵pairing !! : Gojo Satoru x Reader ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵contains !! : Fluff, crack, domestic chaos, Satoru being the most dramatic husband ever, excessive whining, teasing, playful bullying, lots of kisses, clingy Gojo, height difference antics, public displays of affection, and a very patient (or maybe just resigned) spouse (you). ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵word count !! : 523 words ⇢ read on ao3 here.

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Husband! Satoru who makes a grand entrance every time he comes home. No, seriously. You could be in the kitchen, minding your own business, and suddenly—BAM! The door flies open, and he struts in like he’s walking a red carpet. “Honey, I’m home!” he announces, sunglasses sliding down his nose as he dramatically tosses his coat aside. If you don’t immediately run into his arms like a dramatic movie scene, he’ll pout. “What, no welcome home kiss? I fought so hard today…” (He did not. He had a meeting and ate sweets the entire time.)

Husband! Satoru who will 100% use his infinity against you—for the dumbest reasons. You try to flick his forehead? Your finger stops mid-air. You attempt to steal his snacks? Nope, your hand just hovers in place, and he smirks. “Ah, ah, ah~ only good spouses get a bite,” he teases, before popping the treat into his mouth and humming in satisfaction. The audacity. The disrespect.

Husband! Satoru who definitely fakes injuries for attention. “Baaabe,” he whines, draping himself across your lap like he’s on his deathbed. “I barely survived today… my students were so mean… I need comfort… kiss my forehead, please.” You roll your eyes, but when you don’t immediately comply, he gasps. Gasps. “Oh my god. You’re heartless. I married a monster.”

Husband! Satoru who absolutely bullies you with love. If you yawn, he pokes your cheek and coos, “Aww, is my little baby sleepy?” If you wear his clothes (which, by the way, are now yours), he melts on the spot. “Look at you~ all cute and wifey~” And if you ever trip over nothing? He’s already behind you, whispering, “Don’t worry, babe… I’ll still love you even if gravity doesn’t.”

Husband! Satoru who abuses his height difference just to annoy you. Need something from the top shelf? He grabs it… but then holds it above your head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh? You want this? Say ‘please, my amazing, incredibly handsome husband~’” Smack him. Immediately.

Husband! Satoru who has zero chill in public. The second someone so much as looks at you for too long, he’s pulling you into his side, pressing a loud, obnoxious kiss to your cheek. “Aww, babe, you’re so popular~ But don’t worry, I know you only have eyes for me.” Meanwhile, the poor stranger was literally just walking by.

Husband! Satoru who dramatically complains whenever you leave the bed first. “Nooo, don’t gooo,” he groans, wrapping his entire body around you like a human octopus. “Stay with me. We can survive on love and air conditioning.” When you finally pry yourself free, he flops back against the pillows with a defeated sigh. “So this is what heartbreak feels like.”

Husband! Satoru who always makes sure you know just how much he loves you. Whether it’s pulling you close at night, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, or whispering “You’re my favorite person in the world” when he thinks you’re asleep, he means every word. And honestly? You wouldn’t trade your ridiculous, over-the-top, drama king of a husband for anything.

…Well. Maybe for five minutes of peace. A/N: I’m going to be dumping all my works here, so please bear with me! I’ll also be adding a few more parts next, so stay tuned. Hope you enjoy reading! 😊

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[iveneverbeenhere]

TW: suggestive bordering on smut‼️, hoshi is a himbo in this, degradation, specifically dumbification, sub‼️Hoshi, begging‼️‼️, no one actually gets naked but hoshi does try and undress you, he is whipped‼️‼️, hoshi just really wants you to treat him bad sometimes. Also he rubs himself on you like a dog

Genre: university au, established relationship, female reader x idol, no beta we die like men

A/N: woke up and needed hoshi to beg me to treat him bad. Lowkey a continuation of “the dumbest man meets the smartest woman” where they’re in an established relationship. Hoshi is a menace in this

Hoshi has never been the smartest, but he’s never minded; especially, now since he has you. To him, you’re the smartest, sexiest woman alive—which simultaneously makes him proud and turns him on significantly; he brags about you everywhere you go exclaiming with the widest grin:

“Look at my girlfriend! She’s just the best isn’t she?”

“Don’t you wish you had a girlfriend this smart.”

“She’s been on the Dean’s list for the last couple of years. No one could ever top my baby!”

Your humbleness causes you to wave off his praise with a simple “oh, it’s nothing, anyone could do it really.” Which Hoshi always gives a small pout to. He thinks you should be more confident. If he had your smarts, he’d never stop boasting. Nevertheless, he loves you for that humbleness and gentleness. You’re always patience; willing to explain everything and anything to him without so much as a frustrated sigh. You talk to him like an equal who needs a little help��not a child—which, he appreciates; although, sometimes he wishes you would be a bit meaner; like how you are with your cat.

“How’s my little dumb baby? Hm?”

“Awww, are you a little moron? Getting stuck in the cabinet, again? Do you have a little pea-brain?”

“Lil stupid boy hit his head, again. You’re too stupid to live, huh? You’re lucky I take care of you.”

Hoshi can’t help but feel his sweats tighten and his brain go a little fuzzy when you talk to your cat Einstein like that. You treat him like the dumbest little thing in the world; like he needs to be guided and save by your condescending hand. Hoshi borderline jealous that he gets to experience that side of you. A side that is almost cocky; a side that’s gentle, but with a catch. One that’s cruel, but tries to brush it away with sickly sweet tone. He can’t help but blurt out, ruddy cheeked and dry mouthed:

“God, please, talk to me like that.”

You freeze as your face heats up causing Einstein to fall out of your grip. You never know how to react when he says stuff like that.

He begs further with glossy eyes, “Cmon, baby please? Pretty please?”

Your ears turn red, “Hun, what are you talking about?”

He gets up from the couch and crawls slowly towards you. He kneels in front of you hitting your exposed stomach, rubbing his face near the waistband of your sweats as he pants.

“Tell me I’m stupid.”

You stand there open-mouthed as he continues.

“Tell me I’m just your dumb little baby. Tell me I’m a moron—fuck, I won’t be able to get enough—“

He starts to chew on the strings of your sweatpants, wanting to untie it with his teeth, but not wanting to go too far. You can feel the spit seeping onto waistband.

He pleads, “Call me stupid and tell me I’m only good cause I’m pretty and cute. Call me an idiot while you make it so I can’t walk.”

You can tell he’s slowly loosing it as he started to unravel the pretty knot you had in them in an attempt to get closer to your heat; you can feel him pointing and rubbing near your leg as he looks up with big, wobbly eyes.

“Please, baby?”

You can’t find it in yourself to refuse him.

Credit to dividers go to @k1ssyoursister

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Kitten (John Walker)

Description: Y/N wants to get a cat but John doesn’t think it’s a good ideal.

Word Count: 1,300

Author’s Note: I almost wanna write moments that John has with the kitten.

“Babe, what if we get a cat?” Y/N randomly asked as she laid on the bed on her phone. John was changing his pants but he stopped and looked over at her, “What?” He asked, not sure if he heard her correctly. She set her phone down and looked at him with pleading eyes, “We should get a cat.” It was the dumbest idea to him, what time would they have to take care of a cat? They had Bob, who was sweet like a kitten, that should be good enough.

“No.” He shook his head and pulled up his pants. Her jaw dropped at his answer, “What?” She was hurt, she really wanted a cat. “Too much work.” He said as he got in bed next to her. She rolled her eyes and bit her tongue wanting to call him stupid. “No it’s not.” She said and turned towards him. He refused to look in her eyes knowing that she’ll have puppy dogs eyes that he hated saying No to.

“We don’t have time for an animal.” He told her and even though they were Avengers they absolutely had time. “Please baby.” She pouted and he looked at her, “No. You'll be fine.” Gosh he really was an asshole at times, she thought. “Plus.”, he pulled her in his arms, “We have a pussy, well you do and I take care of it.” He winks and she laughs, “That was terrible.” “Was not.” 

Y/N decided to get the other Avengers’ opinions on if they should get a cat. Everyone but Bucky agreed, he was on the fence. He also agreed with John that they really didn’t need a cat but he wasn’t totally against it. “So I’m signing this piece of paper to get a cat?” Bob asked as he gladly signed. “It's more of a petition.” Y/N told him and handed it to Yelena.

“I’m glad to sign.” She said, “Anything to go against Walker.” Y/N laughed at that. She took the paper to Alexei and Ava who signed it as well. John was training in the gym by himself when she took the paper to him with a smile on her face, “Ohhh John.” She teased in a sing-song voice. John stopped punching the bag and turned to her, “Come to be my cheerleader?” He winked and she fake gagged.

She handed him the paper and looked at it, “What is this?” He asked as he saw everyone’s signatures besides Bucky. “A petition to get a kitten. You lost.” He shook his head and handed her back the paper, “No, I’m right and everyone knows it. We don’t need a cat.” He told her and he was kinda frustrated with this.

“John, please.” She begged and he sighed, “I’m sorry baby but it’s not a good idea.” He wasn’t being an asshole about it but her face still dropped. She was going to get a cat whether he liked it or not. She walked away from him as he was calling her name, “Whatever John.” He hated seeing her upset but it wasn’t a good idea. Little did he know that the next day they’d have a kitten. 

Y/N smiled as the walked into the tower with a brown kitten. She wasn’t sure if she was smiling because she got the kitten or because of John’s reaction. “No man will ever tell me what I can and can’t do.” She mumbled as she got into the elevator. She had to say that she was a little nervous, fighting with John wasn’t ideal. Ava, Yelena and Bob were in the living area and nearly screeched in happiness when they saw the kitten. “Awwww it’s a baby.” Ava ran up to her.

She pet the kitten who purred in delight, “What’s the name?” Y/N truly hadn’t decided what the name would be yet. “Um Taco.” She decided upon John’s shield. Ava laughed and Y/N brought the kitten to Yelena and Bob who gave Taco loves. “Where’s John?” She asked, her voice filled with nerves. “He’s in the gym.” H Bob told her and she nodded. She let out a deep breath as she walked to the gym, John and Bucky were training.

Y/N walked in and the kitten had to meow making the boys stop. They both slowly turned to Y/N who held the kitten in her hands. Y/N had a guilty smile as the kitten meows again. John didn’t know what to say, he was angry, mad at her for getting one. Bucky looked over at John and saw this in his eyes, “We can pick this back up later…” he said awkwardly and left.

“I told you not to get a cat.” He said and walked up to her. “And I don’t listen to any man who tells me not to do something.” She bit back at him. “It’s not about that, it’s about respect. We don’t have time for an animal.” He exclaimed. “You don’t have time! I do and I’m not the only one. There’s Yelena, Ava and Bob who will gladly help me!” The kitten shoved his head against her stomach.

John huffed out, “Whatever Y/N.” John left the gym. John avoided her for the rest of the day, even at dinner he sat next to Bob. Y/N fed the cat when they ate and sat the dish next to her chair, “Awww he’s so cute.” Ava gushed over the kitten eating. John rolled his eyes as the others gushed over the kitten. John hated to admit it but he does think the kitten is cute but that didn’t mean he was gonna be all over it. 

Y/N had to shower and the others were asleep so she couldn’t ask any of them to watch the kitten and she refused to ask John. She left the kitten with a bowl of water in the room and took her shower. While she was in the shower John walked into the bedroom and his eyes immediately darted towards the kitten.

At first he glared and then sat on the bed, waiting for Y/N to talk about it. He was deep in thought on what he wanted to say when the kitten started attacking his feet, “Hey.” He glanced down at the brown kitten. “Get off.” He tried to move his foot but the kitten didn’t budge. He sighed dramatically and picked Taco up, “So you’re who my girlfriend disrespected me for.” John says to the kitten who just purred.

“You are cute.” He hated that he thought that. The kitten tried to get out of his grasp and landed on his lap. The kitten meows and laid down on his lap causing John to smile a little. Y/N was getting out of the shower while John decided to lay on the bed with the kitten and stare at it. He really didn’t want to like the kitten but he did. Y/N walked out of the bathroom and awed at the sight, John was nearly asleep with the kitten on his chest.

He looked over at her and she covered her mouth, “He loves you.” She cooed, “Taco loves you!” He looked at her, confused. “Taco?” He asked and sat up with the kitten. She nodded excitedly and sat down on the bed with them. “I named him Taco after your Taco Shield.” She said and he smiled at her and then down at the kitten.

“I love that.” It was genuine and full of love. “Taco, this is my boyfriend John.” Y/N introduced the kitten to him as if he hadn’t almost fallen asleep with him. “He wasn’t sure about you but now he loves you.” She was right, John was going to protect this cat with his life. “Bob still needs to fix my shield.”

[artchvies]

i would love to read abt a threesome in the bunny oscar verse… maybe max and charles get to him before he goes to carlos…!!

kink prompt list

me when i go insane and write almost 4k words for a tumblr prompt game….

anyway. here’s the bunny fix au where charles and max get to oscar before he goes to carlos (this is my first time writing a threesome so if the logistics are fucked. no they’re not. just go with it 😔) enjoy bunny oscar 🐰

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Oscar stands at the edge of the room, arms crossed, glaring at Max and Charles perched on his hotel bed.

He takes a second to process.

First—he’s got fucking bunny ears on his head and a dumb little tail twitching above his ass.

Second—Max fucking Verstappen and Charles fucking Leclerc are staring at him like he’s the daily special and they haven’t eaten in weeks.

Alright.

He clears his throat. “Care to explain?” He pauses. Then, deadpan: “Please.”

Max answers, casual as anything. “We’re here to help.”

Charles nods, smiling.

Oscar squints, suspicion creeping in. “Why?”

Charles tilts his head, thoughtful. “Do you want the truth or the PG version?”

Oscar just scoffs, arms crossing tighter.

Max grins. “Oscar, you’re hot. And you’ve got bunny ears.” A shrug, like that should explain everything. “It’s cute.”

…Huh.

“You know Charles said your cat ears were cuter, right?” Oscar says.

And—holy shit. Max blushes.

What the hell.

“Not the point, Oscar,” Charles cuts in.

This is the dumbest situation of Oscar’s life.

Max moves. Grabs his wrist. Tugs him in with zero effort.

“Come on, baby.” Low voice. Too smooth. “Just yes or no.”

Easy. Yes or no.

Except it’s not easy.

Oscar stands there, heart in his throat. He’s never had a threesome before. And, look—he’s not stupid. He knows Max and Charles are hot. He’s not blind, and he’s definitely gay enough to notice.

It should be simple.

But then he thinks about what Lando said earlier.

What about Carlos? Lando had teased. You two could finally work out all that crazy sexual tension.

Would Carlos even want him like this? Would he pull Oscar close, kiss him slow, murmur Yes, Oscar, of course I’ll fuck the bunny ears off you against his skin?

Or—worse—would he laugh? Say something stupid that would leave Oscar crawling out of his own skin with secondhand embarrassment?

It’s too much. One fucking day with this curse and he’s already at his limit.

So he looks back at Max and Charles, their gazes heavy, waiting.

“…Yes,” he whispers.

Charles lights up, grinning so wide it should be illegal.

And then Max moves again. Closes the space. Slots their mouths together.

Oscar makes a soft noise—surprise, maybe.

It barely registers before Max deepens the kiss, the hand on his waist sliding up to grip his hip. Oscar moans into it, flushed hot with embarrassment when Max’s hold tightens, fingers pressing into skin.

A tongue slides between his lips, shameless, licking into his mouth like a man starved.

Oscar barely has time to process before Max pulls back, lips shiny, a thin string of spit connecting them.

“Bed, yes?” Max murmurs.

Oscar nods. Too fast. His brain is definitely short-circuiting.

Charles tugs him onto the bed, barely gives him a second to breathe before he’s straddling Charles’ lap, hands warm on his hips.

One slides up, fingers curling into Oscar’s hair, the other pressing low against his back, riding his shirt up as he leans in.

Charles kisses him. Really kisses him. Deep. Wet. Tongue and teeth.

Oscar just melts.

The tension in his shoulders dissolves as Charles sucks on his bottom lip, pulling a noise from him that he definitely didn’t mean to make.

Behind them, Max chuckles. “You look good like this.” His hands skim up Oscar’s sides, fingers pressing against the curve of his ribs.

Oscar shivers.

And then—hands.

Inside his sweats. Charles cups his ass, thumbs pressing right at the base of his stupid, twitching tail.

Oscar shudders, gasping into his mouth, hips grinding down before he can stop himself. Charles’ fingers trail over the fluffy base, and Oscar jerks—whimpers—rubs against him.

“So sensitive,” Charles murmurs against his lips, but Oscar can barely think past the needy little sounds slipping from his mouth, past the way his skin burns hot.

When they break apart, Oscar’s lips feel swollen, raw, already aching for more.

Max’s firm hands peel Oscar’s shirt off, toss it aside, drags him to lay down against the pillows.

Oscar’s chest heaves. His floppy ears twitch wildly. His tail probably gives him away entirely.

Max settles between his legs, fingers already at his waistband, and Oscar exhales—

Lifts his hips eagerly, lets Max pull his sweats down in one smooth motion.

And fuck—

He’s so hard. Already leaking. Already aching. His ears flatten for half a second, heat crawling up his neck.

Charles hums in approval beside them. Beaming.

Max shrugs off his shirt, and Oscar stares. Like, full-body frozen, pupils blown wide, mouth dry.

He wants to touch. Wants to bite. Wants—

The bed shifts. Charles moves in, propping himself up on one elbow, so close that Oscar can feel the heat of him, can smell his skin.

And, okay. Look. Oscar knows he looks good. But right now? Spread out, practically presenting for two of the most unfairly attractive men he’s ever met?

Yeah. His instincts are going haywire. He needs.

His thighs twitch, caught between spreading wider and rubbing together for any kind of friction—but Max catches his knee, presses it back down.

“Don’t hide,” Max murmurs.

Oscar shudders, a sharp, needy tremor running straight down his spine.

Charles hums, dragging his fingers up Oscar’s chest, teasing over his nipples.

“So pretty, mon lapin,” Charles whispers.

Heat floods Oscar’s face—hot, humiliating—but the words, the praise, only make his cock twitch, dripping against his tummy.

He bites his lip, tries to keep quiet, tries to breathe—

“Let us hear you, baby.” Max’s lips brush against his ear.

Then Max wraps a hand around his cock, strokes slow, and—

Oscar moans. High and needy, hips bucking wildly into Max’s fist.

Charles laughs, pressing kisses down his neck, nipping just enough to make him writhe.

Oscar’s brain is gone. His body knows what it wants, and it’s this.

“Please,” he gasps, barely aware of the word leaving his mouth. “Fuck, please—”

Charles tugs lightly at one of his floppy ears, then brushes a teasing stroke over the fur. Oscar whines, the sound breaking as Max drags his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the precum around.

“Making a mess,” Max murmurs, pumping him slow.

Charles shifts, stripping down to his boxers before pressing in close again, bare skin against bare skin. Oscar moans, feeling Charles’ fingers skim over his belly, dipping low, almost brushing against Max’s hand.

Max grabs him behind the knee, pushing his leg up, spreading him wide.

“Charlie,” Max says, “hold our bunny open for me, baby.”

Charles sighs, but he’s eager, grabbing Oscar’s thigh and draping it over his waist. Oscar feels the hard line of Charles’ cock pressing against him, making his breath stutter.

“Shit,” Max swears, running a thumb around his dry hole, then swiping lower, pressing briefly against the base of his fluffy tail, smushed against the sheets. “So fucking hot, Oscar.”

Oscar whimpers, nerves sparking, body thrumming with need.

“Want us to fuck you?” Charles murmurs, lips brushing his ear.

Oscar doesn’t even need to think. He nods immediately.

Max hums. “Lube?”

Oscar barely manages a breathless, “Suitcase.” He points weakly toward the corner of the room.

Max pulls away instantly, leaving Oscar’s cock to drop against his belly pathetically. He makes a frustrated noise, pouting without thinking.

Charles laughs. “Poor bunny,” he coos, and before Oscar can complain, Charles wraps a hand around his cock, stroking him just as slow, just as teasing as Max had.

Oscar whimpers, hips jerking. “Don’t—”

Charles grins, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Don’t what?”

Oscar glowers. “Tease.”

Charles just laughs again, fingers tightening. “I won’t.”

Max is back in an instant, tossing the bottle of lube onto the mattress before leaning in, kissing Oscar again. At the same time, Charles picks up the pace of his hand.

Oscar whines into Max’s mouth. Jesus—he feels wrecked.

Four hands, two mouths—touching him, kissing him, pulling him apart piece by piece. Oscar is dizzy with it.

He’s so overwhelmed he can’t even think.

Max kisses him deep, tongue slipping past Oscar’s lips, swallowing every whimper. Charles is stroking his cock faster now, twisting his wrist just right, the way Oscar likes—and fuck, he’s—

His fingers clutch at Max’s shoulders, nails digging in as he whines, hips stuttering, body tensing all at once.

Charles chuckles against his jaw, breath warm. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Come for us, bunny.”

Oscar does.

His body arches, a wrecked sob catching in his throat as he spills over Charles’ hand, pleasure crashing over him so intensely he can’t even focus, only aware of Max kissing him through it, of Charles stroking him through the aftershocks.

Oscar shudders, gasping against Max’s lips. His body feels boneless.

Charles hums, swiping his fingers through the mess on Oscar’s stomach with a smirk. “Cute.”

Oscar groans, already feeling the embarrassment creeping in, but Max just kisses him again softly.

He lays there, disassociating slightly, floating somewhere between bliss and disbelief as Max and Charles move around him.

It was just a handjob. A fucking handjob. Why does he feel like his soul just left his body?

But he doesn’t even have time to process it before there are hands on him again.

“Wait—” he starts, but Charles is already flipping him onto his stomach, pressing a warm hand to the small of his back to keep him in place.

Oscar tenses immediately. He knows what they’re looking at. He knows.

“Oh,” Charles hums, pleased. His fingers ghost over the base of Oscar’s tail, right where it meets his skin.

Oscar groans, shoving his face into the pillow. “Don’t laugh about it.”

Max is laughing, the bastard. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he teases, dragging a finger down Oscar’s spine. “It’s adorable.”

Then Charles’ fingers curl around the little fluff of his tail, giving it the tiniest tug—just testing, just playing—

And Oscar whimpers.

“Don’t do that,” Oscar breathes, muffled into the sheets.

Charles tilts his head. “Why? You don’t like it?” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Oscar’s shoulder blade.

Oscar doesn’t respond. He just shifts his hips back, trying to escape Charles’ hands, feeling overwhelmed.

But then—oh, fuck.

His movement presses him right into Max’s crotch. Ass to dick.

Oscar freezes.

What the fuck? When did Max lose his pants?

Slowly, Oscar turns his head—

Max is right there, naked, thick and hard and heavy against Oscar’s skin, looking entirely unbothered by the situation.

Oscar swallows. “Jesus.”

Charles giggles beside him, delighted. Oscar thinks he might actually die.

Even the drag of the sheets against his oversensitive cock is too much, but now there’s this—Max pressed up behind him, big and hard—and Oscar feels like he might just combust on the spot.

Charles kisses him again, slow and distracting, maybe to pull his focus away from the sound of Max uncapping the lube.

Oscar swears he hears Max mutter something like, “I have to do all the work,” before slick fingers slide up the curve of his ass, spreading the warmth over his skin.

Oscar moans, into Charles’ mouth. His body is thrumming, humming, aching with sensitivity, but it feels good—so good it’s almost unbearable.

Charles breaks the kiss first, lips pink and swollen, breathing a little uneven. “Oscar,” he starts, but Oscar doesn’t open his eyes, too caught up in the feeling of Max’s fingers teasing around his rim.

Charles makes a pleased little sound, then tugs lightly at Oscar’s floppy ears, making them twitch. “Bunny,” he coaxes, “look at me.”

Oscar barely manages to crack his eyes open. Charles is watching him, pupils blown, looking half-amused and half-starved, and Oscar doesn’t even get a chance to ask what he wants before Charles is leaning in close, murmuring against his lips—

“I want you to fuck me.”

He says it at the same time Max pushes a finger inside him, sinking in with zero resistance.

Oscar chokes on a breath, body jerking. “Christ—”

Charles just smirks, dragging his fingers over the tips of Oscar’s ears again, playful and teasing. “Is that a yes?” he murmurs.

Oscar nods, eager, desperate. “Fuck yes—”

Just as Max adds another finger.

Oscar gasps. His grip tightens on Charles’ waist, fingers pressing into soft skin before he fumbles clumsily at Charles’ boxers, trying to shove them down. Charles huffs a quiet laugh but lifts his hips to help.

And just like that—everyone’s naked.

Oscar barely has time to process it, the sheer absurdity of it.

His tail twitches again but he doesn’t notice, too caught up in the slow drag of Max’s fingers inside him, stretching him open.

Max notices, though.

And he fucking laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of Oscar’s neck.

Oscar would argue—he wants to—but then Max crooks his fingers just right, and any protest unravels into a sharp, punched-out breath.

He tries to focus, to be useful, to help Charles open up for him. It’s difficult when Max is knuckle-deep inside him, but Oscar doesn’t want to be selfish.

“Charles,” he murmurs, sliding a palm over Charles’ waist, pulling him closer. His hand trails lower, fingers dipping between Charles’ cheeks—

And he feels it.

Cool metal, smooth against his fingertips.

Oscar stills. Blinks.

“What the fuck,” he breathes.

Behind him, Max huffs a quiet laugh—watching, obviously—while Charles just smiles, biting his lip as he tugs playfully at Oscar’s floppy ear.

“Something wrong, bun?”

Oscar doesn’t answer. Can’t.

Max pulls his fingers out of him with a slick sound, and Oscar shudders, his round, fluffy tail still wagging—pathetically.

“He wanted to be prepared for you, Oscar.”

Charles hums, tilting his head. Then he lays back properly, spreading his legs, feet flat on the bed. His fingers hook around the plug, twisting once before pulling it out.

The stretch of it makes his mouth fall open, cheeks pink, breath catching as it slides free.

“Come on,” he murmurs.

Oscar makes a broken little noise. His cock twitches, leaking, his tail fluttering all excited.

Max’s hands are warm on his waist as they guide him forward, pressing him between Charles’ legs, close enough that Oscar can see—pink, slick, stretched just enough. Waiting for him.

“Go on, bunny,” Max purrs, breath hot against Oscar’s ear. “Be good for him.”

Oscar doesn’t need to be told twice.

He presses in, slow at first, just the head slipping inside—and fuck, Charles is tight, warm, soft.

Charles exhales, a breathy little oh, barely even a sound, but it shoots straight through Oscar, makes his thighs tremble as he pushes deeper, sinking into heat that wraps around him like a vice.

His breath stutters. His tail twitches, thumping against Max’s stomach where he’s still pressed up close behind him.

Max laughs, dragging his hands down Oscar’s sides, not helping.

“You feel that?” Max murmurs, fingers squeezing at Oscar’s hips. “So tight for you. He’s been waiting for this.”

Oscar groans, drops onto his elbows on either side of Charles’ head. His ears flop forward, stupid, falling into his face, brushing against Charles’ cheeks.

He growls, annoyed, shaking his head, but they won’t stay back—fuck, is this how girls feel when their hair gets in the way?

Charles giggles. “Let me hold them for you,” he whispers, reaching up, fingers curling around the base of Oscar’s ears, holding them back as he pulls him down for a kiss.

His fingertips brush through the fur, soft, barely-there, and Oscar shudders. His whole body tenses, a sharp, instinctive reaction that makes Charles gasp beneath him, makes his cock throb where he’s buried deep.

Max hums, knowing. “Sensitive there, aren’t you, bunny?”

Oscar makes a helpless, wrecked little sound. Max chuckles, dragging one hand up his waist, the other sliding lower, fingers pressing between his thighs, teasing his hole already so open and fucking wet with lube.

“Let’s see how long you last.”

Oscar barely has time to breathe before Max spreads him open, thumbs pressing into the soft give of his ass, exposing him as Oscar shudders.

Charles keeps kissing him, keeps nipping at his lips, holding him close. His cock leaks between them, smearing wet against Oscar’s stomach, and Oscar can feel the way he jumps horny.

Then Max presses in, forcing Oscar open around the thick stretch of it, and fuck—

Oscar yelps. His tail wags—pathetic—kicking uselessly against Max’s stomach as he sinks deeper, stretching Oscar wide.

It’s too much. Too full, too overwhelming, his body torn between the heat swallowing him up front and the impossible pressure behind.

Max bottoms out, buried to the hilt inside him.

But he doesn’t move.

Doesn’t fuck him.

Just stays there, cock thick and heavy in his ass, his hands firm on Oscar’s waist.

Oscar whines, twitching his hips, trying to move, but Max’s grip stays firm.

“Work for it, Oscar,” Max murmurs. His fingers press into Oscar’s waist, thumbs dragging possessive circles over the dip of his hips. “Make it good for us.”

Okay.

Oscar moves.

And fuck, it’s insane.

Every thrust has him caught between them.

Oscar just whimpers. He doesn’t know where to focus—

Max, thick inside him, stretching him deep, pressing against everything that makes his body sing. Or Charles, tight and slick around him, needy, clenching like he wants to pull Oscar deeper, hold him there, keep him.

Max groans behind him, fingers digging into his waist, guiding his movements, controlling the rhythm.

Charles tilts his head, lips brushing hot against Oscar’s throat right over the two tiny freckles there, breath ragged as he whispers, “Feels good?”

Oscar makes a sound, half a moan, half a whine, too overwhelmed to answer.

Max just laughs. “Look at him.”

Charles hums. “So pretty when he’s gone like this.” His lips trace up Oscar’s throat, pressing soft, almost affectionate kisses against the flushed skin. “Nothing going on in that bunny brain, huh?”

Oscar tries to glare, but Max snaps his hips forward, punching the air from his lungs and the moan that leaves his mouth betrays him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Charles breathes, tightening around him.

Max groans behind him, dragging his hands up Oscar’s ribs. “Think he even remembers his own name right now?”

Charles huffs out a quiet laugh, tilting his hips up. “Doubt it. Try asking him.”

Max’s grip tightens, his next thrust sharp enough to make Oscar keen. “Oscar,” Max murmurs. “What’s your name, baby?”

Oscar makes a wrecked noise. His brain isn’t fucking working, everything drowned out by the stretch, the heat, the feeling of being caught between them, used and ruined and owned.

“Shit,” Charles laughs, dragging his nails down Oscar’s back. “Nothing. All gone.”

Oscar hates them.

He loves them.

His thighs shake as he tries to move, but it’s too much. He can’t keep up.

“Aw,” Max coos, leaning in, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. “You need help, bunny? Want us to take care of you?”

Oscar whimpers, nodding fast.

Max grins, grips Oscar’s hips tight, and snaps into him, knocking a moan from his throat. The pace has Oscar’s body moving helplessly, his own cock grinding up into Charles, every thrust forcing his tiny little jerks into Charles’s body.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m close—” Charles gasps, suddenly high, and Oscar feels it when he clenches down around his cock.

Oscar whimpers because fuck, Charles is so pretty like this. His flushed cheeks, his damp curls, his mouth falling open in a soft, ruined little O—and then he’s coming, hot between them, making a mess of their stomachs, shaking as his hips stutter.

“Jesus—shit—” Oscar whines, body tensing, “me too, me too—”

Charles barely opens his eyes, still dazed, pupils blown as he presses their foreheads together. “Fuck, bun,” he whispers. “Inside me, yes? Want you to fill me up.”

Oscar breaks.

He comes with a whimper, pleasure ripping through him, his nose scrunching up, mouth open, bunny teeth peeking through.

Charles kisses him through it, licking into his mouth, swallowing every little sound, his hole milking Oscar’s cock as he fills him up.

“Fuck,” Max growls behind them, his pace turning sloppy, even harder, dragging out Oscar’s over-sensitivity with every deep, wet thrust. Oscar whimpers, so overstimulated he can barely breathe.

“Gonna cum,” Max mutters.

Oscar just nods, too gone to do anything else—just lets Max spill inside him.

—

Oscar is wrecked. Properly, thoroughly, blissed-out wrecked.

He hopes it worked, hopes the curse is fucked off for good, because he’s tucked against Charles’ chest like a very satisfied, very well-used plush toy. His ears twitch sleepily, tail flicking lazily, no longer the frantic thing it was before.

Max is watching it with way too much interest.

“It’s still moving,” Max murmurs, reaching out to press a finger into the soft fluff of it.

Oscar groans, barely lifting his head. “Stop.”

Max, predictably, does not stop. He taps it again, grinning when it twitches. “I think it likes me.”

Charles snorts, arms locked around Oscar like a weighted blanket, fingers scratching lightly at Oscar’s scalp. “Doubt it. Bunny’s just too blissed out to fight back.”

Oscar makes a noise, part whine, part groan. “I hate both of you.”

Max taps his tail again, watching it twitch, fascinated. “Do you, though?”

“Yes,” Oscar grumbles. But he’s too warm, too sated, too heavy with post-fuck satisfaction to put any real venom behind it.

Charles hums, pressing a lazy kiss to Oscar’s forehead. “Bunny’s lying. He loves us.”

Oscar pointedly does not answer.

His tail flicks again, slow and sleepy.

Max grins. “Guess that’s a thank you.”

[tsxkkis]

# bokuto koutarou - not an idiot

a/n = this is so stupid but it fits bokuto sm i think (i just feel bokuto is stupid with geography for some reason ALSO he would call his s/o pookie unironically) the dumbest one i wrote yet but it was fun to write so who cares fr

summary = bokuto's teammates finally get a chance to meet his girlfriend.

warnings = nothing really

bokuto koutarou could never shut up about you.

it came to a point where even his teammates knew everything about you; your favorite installment of the 'saw' franchise, your favorite order at that cool cafe around the corner, your favorite spots to go to when you need to clear your mind, your favorite desserts and snacks, even your favorite breed of cats. but aside from all that, they were happy their captain finally found someone for himself. somehow it seemed like he was even more energetic and passionate about everything now that he met you, and it was good not only for their volleyball games but also for minimizing the risk of him going into his emo mode.

and yet they never once got a chance to meet you.

it was quite odd for the team; bokuto would talk about you non-stop but never invited you to come watch him practice or play a game? from what they knew, you had been dating him for over three months now, so it seemed strange that the gray haired boy didn't even try to drag you to meet his friends; he wasn't one to be secretive about being in a relationship, so more than anything, it was a bit peculiar.

most of the time, they didn't pay much attention to that, though, thinking that you're probably just shy. so much so, that they didn't seem to notice a curious eye peeking through the slightly opened doors to the gym, curiously scanning the situation inside.

you had no intention of going there that day, but the circumstances made it so that you didn't really have a choice, at least that's what you could get from bokuto's message of 'come here baby it's really incredibly extra urgent' with a few emojis following it. and now that you were finally there, you contemplated whether or not you should enter the gym, the thoughts of whether or not you should interrupt their practice roaming your head.

until you heard bokuto.

"MY LOVE IS FINALLY HERE!"

his voice was high pitched, echoing through the entire gym as he suddenly dropped the ball, running towards the door to open it wider, hence getting the attention of everyone inside. he didn't spare even a second as his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face lighting up as he hid it in the crook of your neck. you could only smile gently, still getting used to how affectionate your boyfriend was as you hugged him back, thumb caressing his arm.

he loosened the hug as you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face as you tilted your head to the side.

"so, koutarou, what was that extra urgent emergency about?" his smile faded a little, its place taken by an awkward expression, the tips of his ears bright red. you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, the boy avoiding your gaze at all costs.

"i just wanted to see you." he muttered quietly, eyes roaming around the gym, looking everywhere but you. your eyes widened at his statement, your smile disappearing just to be replaced by a more serious expression, brows furrowed as you smacked him in the shoulder. "ow! that hurt, you know."

"i drove my bike for twenty minutes as fast as i could because i thought something happened to you!" suddenly, you seemed to forget all the people around you, your focus solely on bokuto, standing in front of you with the cutest pout on his face (you were close to giving in to him when looking at it, but you decided today's not the day). "ahh, sometimes i forget i'm dating an idiot."

"i'm not an idiot!" the boy exclaimed loudly, hearing his teammates giggle slightly at his words. you looked at him, a grin appearing on your face as you tried your best not to let out a laugh too.

"tell me where surinam is located, then." he gave you a puzzled look, his face resembling that of a sad puppy.

"you're making words up right now."

"am not."

"yes, you are."

his teammates watched the scene in front of them with amusement in their eyes, enjoying the chaos between you two. even the managers seemed to find it entertaining as they stopped the gossip session they had planned for today's practice only to giggle at bokuto and you.

"you want to make me look stupid in front of my teammates." bokuto pouted, his eyes looking resembling those of a cartoon lamb. a chuckle left your mouth, your hand coming up to ruffle his hair as he seemed to melt into your touch.

"you probably already did that yourself many times." you added, smiling gently at him. "i still love you, though."

he seemed to completely ignore your teasing comments at this moment, coming back to his usual self as a big, proud smile appeared on his face, his face leaning in to give you a quick smooch on the cheek.

"obviously, i'm the best after all." he said, straightening up his stance as he looked at you. "i love you too, by the way."

he suddenly turned around, his hand resting on your waist as he faced his teammates, looking as if he was going to start showing you off in a second, a deep breath escaping his lips.

"guys, meet my pookie, the love of my life-"

you could only hide your face in one of your palms as you heard his words, the entire fukurodani volleyball team bursting into tears of laughter.

"you did not just use pookie seriously, right?" you mumbled, head turning towards his as you tried not to crack up too, the sight of bokuto's clueless face in front of you.

"is there something wrong with calling you my pookie?" he asked, and this time you joined on the laughing too, your voice mixing in with the others, face hurting from smiling so much.

"god, i'm definitely dating an idiot."

taglist: @ox1-lovesick @moonswolfie @wyrcan

[differentcoloredcontacts]

How would they react to meeting their s/o's pet Sphynx cat? And how would they get along with it?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he thinks the cats cool but for some reason, no matter how nice your cat is, they absolutely hate awase for some reason lmaoo.

Sen - he takes cute pictures of your cat and send them to you but thats about it. He dosent really acknowledge your cat other than that but sen is the cats favorite person lmao

Kamakiri - he wont stop referring to your cat as bald bitch or smthn like that but the cat absolutely adores him.

Kuroiro - he loves cats of all kind but he dosent let it show all that much. That said hes internally freaking out (in the good way lmao) the second the cat shows him any kind of affection.

Kendo - at first she thought the cat was a little odd ngl but as she hung out with the cat she grew to love the little thing. The cat is chill with kendo.

Kodai - she thinks the cat is cute and will gently pet them when theyre near her but other then that she doesn't really do much. Your cat is kinda 50/50 about her. Sometimes they love her sometimes they dont.

Komori - she adores all kinds of cats. So no matter how much your sphynx cat may or maynot hate her she will hug it and pet it and carry it around for not reason other than to hold it

Shiozaki - at first shes indifferent towards the cat but as she spends time around it she learns to enjoy its presence a bit. It still takes a while for her to get used to such a strange cat.

Shishida - cat with no hair vs guy with all the hair. The cat probably tries to lick him thinking hes a massive cat lmao. He likes the cat but at the same time he thinks its a bit strange. The cat loves him though so he puts up with it.

Shoda - he thought sphynx cats were the weirdest little guys for the longest time before he met his s/os cat and found out that they're actually not that weird. Theyre ugly in a cute way and he vibes with that.

Pony - she really likes animals in general but i think she really likes sphinx cats specifically. Theyre weird and cute and she loves them for that. Sadly your cat completely ignores her but that wont stop her from giving it affection.

Tsubaraba - he takes the dumbest picture of your cat and send them to you lmao. Your cat dosent mind his presence but it dosent like when he calls it ballsack in a high pitched baby voice.

Tetsutetsu - he keeps calling your sphynx cat a manly little guy lmao. The cat probably hates his ass but tetsu is completely oblivious and loves on them anyways.

Tokage - she buys the cat little sweaters and things like that. The cat dosent mind it as much when its her that puts it on them. She loves the little guy though.

Manga - he keeps drawing your cat in the most deranged way possible and sending to you. It puts little shiny highlights all over it to enhance the fact that its bald lmao. Overall he adores the cat but your cat couldn't care less.

Honenuki - idk why but hes the disney princess of the class. All animals love him so its no supprise that your cat is included in that. Everytime they see eachother your cat is instantly purring and rubbing on his legs while he baby talks it and scratches behind its ear.

Bondo - he will just walk around with his s/os cat sitting on his shoulder or laying in his arms and go about his day like that. He really likes the sphynx despite how weird looking it is and the cat loves him

Monoma - hes the type to baby voice insults at animals. Like he will call your cat a stinky baby or smthn like that in the most loving voice. Your sphynx hates him though so Monoma (being as petty as he is) he says he hates your cat even though he will fight someone for its affection.

Reiko - she thinks sphynx cats and black cats are the coolest kinds of cat. So obviously she adores your cat but she wont let it show too much. Your cat loves her and is constantly in her lap while she does anything and she loves it.

Rin - hes fine with his s/os cat but he cant let it get too close or else it will start trying to eat his braid. If the cat just chills on his lap hes fine with it but the second it starts to approach him from behind he knows hes going to get scratched up lmaoo. (Based on my friends sphynx since I thought it fit well lmao)

Gif anime - dungeon meshi

[accidentalajumma]

We had some cat trauma the other evening. The Kitty was jumping on a plastic bag (he likes the rustling sound) but then he got his head through one of the handles and couldn't immediately get it out again, and I guess the exciting rustling sound then became too much on top of that because he started rushing around in a panic trying to escape. So we were trying to catch him to help but of course that just made him panic more.

So he rushed under the bed and began flailing around under there, making enough bangs and crashes for five poltergeists. But when we stood by the bed, he started growling at us. Figuring that if he could keep up a constant growl, he was clearly not choking himself, we left him to calm down, and I put an open churu (his absolute favourite) nearby to encourage him out.

Five minutes later, there was an empty bag by the churu, and a cat crouching in the raised spot by the windows that he loves to sleep in at this time of year. I picked up the churu and went to feed it to him, but I hadn't taken a single step before he gave me a huge snakey hiss and started growling again. My baby! My baby, who is happy to sleep with his nose pressed up against mine, GROWLED at me! Dang, cat, what did I do to deserve this, buddy?! I felt something of the betrayal the Ajeosshi felt when the Kitty managed somehow to escape his carrier on the way to the vet and bit the Ajeosshi's hands to pieces when he grabbed him. At least I didn't have to get my hands mauled.

Anyhow, 15 minutes later he had calmed down and remembered that we were his friends.

Me: wow, he really does the Jekyll and Hyde thing when he panics huh.

Ajeosshi: I don't think he is very bright.

Me: I mean... he's not the cleverest cat ever, but he's not the dumbest.

Ajeosshi: .......... I think he might be.

[catgrassplantdad]

weekly tag wednesday 🌙

i was tagged by @suchagallabitch and @energievie! 💜

1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? stealing evie's answer and saying i'd switch bodies with my husband for sex purposes. insane answer. i love it.

2. whats your most trivial / dumbest hot take? fuck ketchup

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in? introduction to primatology

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen? i love this question. most importantly, carl finds his way out of policing and maybe gets into social work or something. i really want happiness and stability for lip somehow. i'd love for him to find a job he thrives in, and tbh i'd wanna see what plays out if the house does get sold. i have nooooo ideaaaa what i'd like to see for kev and v tbh. i wish i could think of something. debbie does go with heidi and regrets it, and i'd wanna see her work her way through that situation in the beginning of that season and find her way back home close to her family, and then become more independent as the season progresses. i don't know where i want liam. i think he starts with lip and tami but i don't know if i'd have him stay there. i know a lot of people like to put him with ian and mickey, but i can't see it. i'd have to think about this. i'd like to see ian and mickey start the process of adopting a baby. i so desperately want to see them work through that. i wanna see how they settle into their home on the west side (i don't think they'd stay there for the long run, but for one season of a show i could see it), how they grow their business, and how they approach becoming parents.

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology). i don't have enough of a knowledge base in any mythology to answer this question.

6. what’s something you love about yourself? i'm normally quite confident in social situations and can easily connect with new people.

7. describe your day in 5 emojis: ☕📝🐈💕🍞

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? literally none of them lol

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie! i can do a headstand, karaoke is my favorite party activity, i refuse to wear sneakers

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name? yes i do! i have a cat. i initially gave her a different name that i picked out of a baby naming book, but then it very quickly morphed from that into what her name is now.

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order? black coffee or dirty chai

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life? questions like this make me forget every song i've ever heard. i also don't normally find myself personally relating to what i'm listening to very much.

tagging @howlinchickhowl @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @rereadanon @deedala @crossmydna @ardent-fox @tanktopgallavich @creepkinginc @softmick @transmickey if you guys want to play 💚✨

[millenari]

Munkustrap for the ask game? 🥺

1. Canon I outright reject

I CANNOT find the post but there's this one Jack Rebaldi interview where he mentions something about how 'no one likes Munkustrap because he's the leader and nobody really likes the guy always giving you orders' and as much as I love Jack Rebaldi's Munk I just don't agree with that interpretation. Everybody loves Munk. To Me.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

On the flip side of Munk actor interviews, Michael Gruber saying

'[Munk is] entrusted with giving the information to the other, maybe younger cats who have not been to the Jellicle Ball before. He gets up and says exactly what they're here to do. He's also caretaker of the kittens. He wants to make sure everybody's safe; in all the Macavity scares, he's there to protect the tribe. So he is the protector'

about Munk is really fundamental for me and how I see Munk, Munk's role in the tribe, and Munk's role in the story.

3. Obscure headcanon

His owner is an old unmarried lady who lives in an apartment by herself; she calls him Felix and he feels responsible for her bc she 'has no colony'.

4. Favorite line

Michael Gruber's American-ass delivery of 'or hairier' in Pekes is my favorite comedy moment in any and all versions of Cats I've seen, it gets me every time.

5. Best personality trait

He cares, deeply and personally, about pretty much everyone, and never hesitates to put himself out there to assist if someone needs it. He's a natural leader and a quick decision maker even under pressure, but he's still patient and compassionate with everyone he meets-- even when he's stressed or angry, he still makes efforts to be kind.

6. Worst personality trait

Munk physically cannot remove himself from a situation if he thinks he's needed, even if he's actively making it worse. He also is one of those people who refuses to let people just vent at him and tries to solve everyone's problems even if they don't want a solution to their problem.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

Munk is shorter than Tugger but significantly stronger than him, so he can just scoop Tugger up in a fireman's carry and remove him from a situation if he's being annoying.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

Honestly I think I'm even more normie about Munk than about Tugger. I don't think I have any truly unpopular hot takes about him.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

I do love his part of Jenny's song-- the way he's singing directly to the kittens on the ground, and his section of the song has this lullaby feeling to it that's just so calming and tender. I really love how for that song it's a duet (sort of) between a young dude and an older lady, but the older lady gets the snappy upbeat part and the younger dude gets the slow & sweet part. It really just establishes Munk as this soft and nurturing figure from the beginning.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

Bway revival Macavity fight imo. It's just so damn good.

11. Faceclaim for the role

Michael Gruber is rlly my Munk, even the unique shape of his wig in 98 sticks out to me as a Fundamental Munk Thing™.

In human aus he's kind of this lighter-skinned 'racially ambiguous' kind of guy with dark hair, smile lines, a little bit of stubble, and a frequently worn sweater vest.

12. Crack headcanon

I feel like his human version would be a Beyonce fan, but like in the cringiest middle-aged-dad way possible.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Munk's always been a pretty level-headed and mature guy, even when he was young, so there isn't much that he's done that I can label as 'stupid' except perhaps jumping into dangerous situations to protect someone without considering his own safety first. My hc for how Plato joined the Junkyard starts with Munk running straight into traffic on a busy street bc he saw baby Plato abandoned between two lanes and petrified from fear.

Random ass kitten Munk had never seen before in his life, and he charged right into mortal danger without a second's thought about it. Brave, but also stupid.

14. Most heroic moment

Munk's doing heroic shit all the time. My previous answer is actually a good example, plus, you know, he's tangled with Macavity more than once.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Munkustrap Has Never Done Anything Wrong, Ever, In His Entire Life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

I don't know if this is 'never admit to himself' levels but Munk wonders a lot if he shares some blame for how Macavity ended up. He and Mac grew up together, and while he always knew his older brother had a temper, he really and truly thought Mac was just rough around the edges, and that he really did care about Munk and the rest of the tribe deep down. But when Macavity betrayed the tribe and started doing Evil Deeds, Munk was left wondering if Macavity had always been rotten deep down, and hid it from all of them for all those years, or if he'd just.... snapped somehow, from the pressure of being Deuteronomy's heir, or something, and maybe there was something Munk could have done to help him before things got too bad.

As is, Munk may never know.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Stress & setting too-high standards for himself, probably.

19. Vices/bad habits

Never resting, for one. He basically never gets enough sleep. It's funny, in my human aus both Tugger and Mac suffer from insomnia, but Munk is oftentimes just as sleep deprived as those two despite being the only Deut bro without insomnia, just because he's always doing things. That man is responding to his work emails at 1:24AM for no goddamn reason.

20. Scars

He's got plenty of scars, most of them not huge, but he's been in all sorts of fights and even if asked he wouldn't even be able to identify how or when he got them.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

I think he drinks wine in one scene in my human/celeb/soulmate fic, otherwise he's a real coffee man.

22. Best physical feature

I don't know what other cats would consider his best feature! By cat standards Munk is a handsome dude, but kind of in a normal, average way. Just, you know, a handsome guy you'd see on the street. Honestly I think his general vibes are his most attractive trait, though that's not physical. But nobody in all the world can look at a large muscular man being sweet and cute and patient with little kids and go 'nah 3/10 for me'.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

I'm thinking like... forest or campfire or something like that.

24. Most annoying habit

Asking someone to complete a task for him and then changing his mind and completing it himself before they can get to it.

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Again I need more details for this question but a book for sure regardless.

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

Munk I think is a pretty boring character as far as getting-stuck-in-an-elevator shenanigans go. Except for Macavity, that would probably be interesting. Anyone else would probably just be the two trying to escape together and then rock paper scissors for the next six hours.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Human Munk probably has a variety of snackies he considers guilty pleasures, like special chocolates or whatever. Cat Munk would probably say it's 'oh sometimes I go off somewhere in the Junkyard by myself and just sit for a while and enjoy the silence' and the person he's talking to is like THATS NOT A GUILTY PLEASURE THATS JUST KEEPING YOURSELF SANE

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

I headcanon Jemima as being Bomba and Macavity's daughter, though this is a fact Bomba very much keeps to herself-- she's only admitted it to two people and Munk is not one of them. However Munk.... has eyes & he's perfectly aware of who Jemima's father is, though he's never gotten Bomba to actually admit it. This kind of creates a. .. . not 'weird' relationship, but a kind-of sad one, because Munkustrap knows he's this delightful little girl's uncle but she doesn't know it in return, and her finding out will probably be more devastating than anything, because it would come with the knowledge of who her father is.

So Munk just kind of has to treat Jemima just like he does the rest of the kittens and keep the knowledge of their relationship to himself, though he's always wanted a big family.

29. Eating habits

Munk is a Deuteronomy, so in both cat and human aus he can eat for fucking forever. Human Munk likes to cook and bake as well, and he and Demeter make their dinner together every afternoon, and very rarely order takeout.

30. Sleeping habits

Whoops, I already talked about this. He doesn't sleep as much as he should, but he sleeps soundly whenever he does get around to putting his head down.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

Probably politics. Plus some pictures or art or such that he finds interesting.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Kittens being cute will very easily get a smile out of him, though he doesn't laugh-laugh terribly often. One thing people don't know about him is that Tugger suffering something that he 1000% brought upon himself absolutely will get an evil grin or two out of Munk.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Just like Tugger's answer, Deuteronomy's death. Munk's not a big crier I don't think, but when he does cry he's usually pretty quiet.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

Most of these I think would result in Munk throwing himself into his work with vigor to get his mind off of the Bad Feelings. Munk's not quick to anger but he is quick to calm down after an outburst, and his excitement is usually going to be expressed through singing or dancing.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

This man will honestly be like 'yeah the perfect day would be a bunch of relaxation with my tribemates watching the kittens play and so on and so forth' and then refuse to stop working for ten minutes to make it happen.

36. Their favorite season

Late winter/early spring, the time of the Jellicle Ball and the incoming of the warm season.

37. What they really think about themselves

Munk struggles a lot wondering if he makes the right decisions as a leader and measures himself up to Deuteronomy all the time. He really wishes he could do more even though he's already always busy, and worries a lot whether the trust that the tribe places in him is justified.

38. Favorite holiday

Christmas bitch. Probably also a thanksgiving bitch as well.

39. Favorite game

He probably likes Monopoly. Like an insane person.

40. Favorite book

I imagine he likes reading but I'm not sure what I would say is his favorite book! He probably likes books about history and such a lot, and the occasional historical fiction.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Probably his mother, whom he doesn't remember well.

42. 3 comfort items

UHH for human aus: he loves the old scrapbooks from when he and his brothers were kids, his favorite flannel jacket, and uh........ does his wife count as a comfort item,,,,

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

You KNOW Munk has got to be a steak guy. Unlike Tugger he can probably enjoy a good salad, and box mac and cheese is probably one of those things he whips up every once in a while for childhood nostalgia reasons. There probably aren't a ton of foods Munk even dislikes, much less despises.

44. Their happiest memory

Like I mentioned before, this question is hard for me. I hc that he and Demeter have triplets at some point after the events of the musical, so maybe when they were born.

45. Their favorite celebrity

He seems like the type of guy to like Elvis, idk why.

46. The person they most admire

Deuteronomy. I feel like that one is easy lmao

47. Their dream job

I don't think he really had big career aspirations, more of a family man.

48. Scariest moment of their life

Probably when Macavity betrayed the tribe.

49. Favorite toy as a child

He seems like a stuffed elephant kind of guy. Or maybe his collection of the little green plastic army men.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

I don't think he really has any memories he's consciously or subconsciously blocked out. There are things he tries not to think about or remember, but not on the level of fully blocking anything from his head.

[witchery-and-whatnot]

ok intro to my cats i guess !

this is Cheezit he's the oldest and the dumbest ! we love him despite his stupidity .

this is Trip he's the second oldest and the most vocal ! if you don't pet him he cries and it sounds like a human baby . we love him too .

this is The Real Slim Shady he's the second youngest and the fattest . we're trying to get him to lose weight but it's very hard . we think he might have problems with his hips but we aren't sure . we love him also .

this is our youngest and most skittish cat who we brought home today ! we haven't decided on a name yet but my dad likes the name Squint because his left eye was injured at some point and he keeps it partially shut . we love him too .

overall they're just good cats , each with their own unique personalities and they have their ups and downs . they're lovable additions to the family and their companionship makes the house so much more lively and comfortable !

[someonewhos-world]

TWIN HEADCANONS

Slow ass tumblr isn't gonna stop me

>Jett and Jack are Puerto Rican and Italian

>Jett babysits for a family that lives a floor under their apartment and Jack tags along bc he loves to tire out the kids while Jett takes care of the baby.

>Three cats,one dog, two boys and one very overworked mom? Giant nap pile in the living room.

>Jack works nightshifts which works bc hes a night owl but also really bad bc he has school the very next day but also good bc less people yk

>Jett sticks to the babysitting, it feeds into his napping habits because by the time the parents show up, it's just this scary looking teenager on their couch, baby against his side with its head supported on his elbow and two kids watching old cartoons like looney tunes or Tom and Jerry.

>They did eventually move back to New York after a few years, they loved Canada but New York will always be their home.

>BROOKLYN BABIES they live by old Fulton by the waters.

>Internshipping with Chris?? Yk how he forgot to feed the interns that one episode? Yeah, Jett was running on a caffeine high and Jack was foaming at the mouth like an animal with rabies bc he had too much candy.

>those crashes were the worst bc they looked dead and it took a while to recover

>Genderswapped tho???

>Jess' cats are the dumbest motherfuckers known to man. They somehow end up in Canada at Jody's place for food.

>Jace's cat is the only normal one. Mostly. If it isnt the middle of the night.

>Back to normal, them cats are crazy but they also have a dog. His name is Wally :3

>The boys love their pets, although Jack wont stop feeding the pigeons outside so ig they have birds too.

>Jack came out those sewers dressed like a ninja turtle and Jett pulled up with a hotdog.

>The twins didnt use the steel wool rope Cheis had. They're new Yorkers. New Yorkers find ways to graffiti on trains that are in the air and on buildings they probably dont live in.

>wait

>sorry I remembered how a lady climbed onto the statue of Liberty in protest. Bc the twins scamper up the statue like squirrels.

>Jett definitely has blackmail on people. Because he talked to Sierra.

>Jack is still afraid of Sierra. Very afraid. Jett is mostly indifferent now but. He can feel the glare sometimes on his back when he talks to Cody.

>genderswapped twins are the same. No matter the gender, the twins fear Sierra and her strength. Never her height, they think shes cool for being tall but they fear her strength and mindset. She's unpredictable and they grew up with unpredictable. They dont like her.

>when Jett naps, Jack sits with him and the cats join. Wally joins too but he wakes Jett up by accidentally smothering him bc hes a very big dog.

>Jack never naps, hes running on sugar and a will to live.

>Jett runs on one iced vanilla frappuccino.

>Jack can be very mean, when push comes to shove. Hes gonna shove and hes gonna shove hard. He will defend people and wont hesitate to get nasty

>Jett has a soft side, he's open to those who need a shoulder to vent to. He'd have his headphones on but when he tilts his head towards you, you know hes listening.

>they dont know how weather works. Not all the time.

That's all I have for today!! I'll reblog this and add more when I come up with more!! You're also open to make headcanons of your own about the twins or ask about them!!

[sileisce]

it's only one dimensional when you push it towards that. just like it's only complex when you push it towards that. we can complain about timelines all we want, it's a moot point towards a highly common trope in fiction. characters fall in love quickly. not everyone wants to wait for the romance as it's usually a side plot to add to the story unless it's primarily a romance. and even then not all romances are slow burns.

the characters lose their complexity when you try to justify actions as good or evil and not view them as just existing in their own lives. mapleshade's vengeance is not a book about good or evil, who's more right or wrong. it's a book about grief. if it wasn't the complexity of appledusk accidentally killing birchface, and birchface being the son of oakstar and brother of frecklewish, wouldn't have been thrown in. every character was put in the most impossible of situations. every irrational action is done out of grief and/or self gratification(appledusk turning his back to hurt her even more for example, it's more fun to read it as a 'i want to hurt you for hurting me') he didn't see what mapleshade saw or how she was treated, how their kits were called monsters. who would throw out kits so young? he only saw that she made the kits cross the river after she was told earlier that day not to.

the kits weren't doing fine, they struggled to make it to one stone out of 3 and a final stretch to a bank. and at the end reedshine and perchpaw were there so even if he was to have trouble he truly had nothing to fear. mapleshade barely ate and was not in a good condition, she wasn't at her strongest.

and i never said any behavior is okay but; appledusk was hated for years because people never read the books and viewed mapleshade's vengeance as a cheater revenge story (when mapleshade, even in the end, wanted appledusk as a mate and that's her reason for attacking reedshine, who wasn't involved in her delusions at all). she's an unreliable narrator that twists things to benefit her (not with the intent to cause harm at the start, but because she believed everything will work out)

i really don't care when people hate characters, but i don't like when people try to dumb down what others see, or that hatred is solely because they like another (usually male) character more. even the whole 'mapleshade babytrapping appledusk' is literally the dumbest thing in existence. he had reedshine he didn't need to get with mapleshade. i literally do not value the opinions of people that hate characters like nightcloud, mapleshade, squirrelflight but love/excuse brambleclaw/crowfeather/ashfur/appledusk because they were 'sad'. too many people hate admitting their male favorites do harmful and abusive things, meanwhile the females are satan just for being snappy.

and yes when it comes to crowfeather, the defense of him and hatred of nightcloud is primarily misogyny. he was a classic 'tragic heartbroken guy'. not even once but twice in one arc. that's double 'leave my baby alone!' territory. we see how often people make the female characters villains in favor of males. i wasn't involved in the fandom for years because of the misogyny.

i hate how much nightcloud has been hated, we can compare nightcloud's treatment to how bluestar was treated because of thistleclaw. people took all of bluestar's complexity and put it on a cat who's personality is abuser just because he was a guy.

with breezepaw, he was abused by crowfeather, who had no reason to put his hands on his son, even with claws sheathed. hatred for breezepaw and people excusing that can be boiled down to people's hatred of kids which often goes hand in hand with misogyny. they hate breezepaw for being immature meanwhile are okay with a grown adult putting his hands on and berating him.

there was also no good reason for nightcloud to drag crowfeather away like that, they're just a broken family because neither cat truly loved each other. if you don't want to see complexity in the characters that's fine but many do see what they were going for and aren't afraid to elaborate on it. it's just so ruined by misogyny from both the books and the fandom. but i also i feel you can't acknowledge posts you link while at the same time trying to say the books lack complexity. even the fact breezepaw's xenophobia is directly from crowfeather being a bitter ex show's complexity.

i also feel a lot of the defense of abusive behavior by the writers is due to being older and abuse being more normalized in those generations. those generations are more likely to forgive and defend misogyny and abusive parents/partners who only apologize on their death beds.

sorry for length and if this is all over the place. i am bad at making long posts but i personally see complexity in many of the characters and while i speak up when i disagree with something, i don't want to be seen as one of the people who's so called 'enjoyment' for male characters is actually just rooted in misogyny. it wasn't my intention to come off that way. i just often see a dice where others see a coin

anyway if people are allowed to make excuses for bramblestar and fucking appledusk, I should also get to say that nightcloud did nothing wrong

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Could you maybe do a longer list of dally headcanons just in general of dating him long term? 💗💗

A/N: Your wish is my command Nonny <3 I don’t know if I really like how these came out? I feel like I could do more but I don’t know what else to do- hope you guys enjoy!

Long-term dating headcanons, huh?

To start, let’s sort out what we’re gonna qualify as long-term-

I am a firm believer that before you, Dally’s longest relationship was definitely Sylvia? 

I feel like they had one of those on-again, off-again sort of relationships, y’know?

I’m talking like Dal and Sylvia were breaking up like every two weeks for the dumbest reasons imaginable-

So, for that reason, anything over a two-week relationship is long-term by Dallas standards

But for the sake of these headcanons, and the sake of the fluffy content I know y’all want, I’m gonna act as if long-term in this scenario is the normal long-term standards

A quick google, because I’m a clueless ace here who knows almost nothing about real relationships, says that a long-term is like somewhere between two or three years?

So we’re gonna do use that as a baseline and then all of the time after that-

Without further ado: Long-Term Relationship Headcanons With One Dallas T. Winston™

I’m gonna be honest here guys, I don’t ever see Dallas Winston being into marriage-

Like? I just don’t see him as a husband type

I just can’t see him sitting through the semantics of wedding planning, no matter how much he loves you

Be honest with yourself guys, can you really see Dallas sitting through flower arrangements and cake tastings?

If you’re just his partner/girlfriend/boyfriend, that’s totally cool with him, he just wants you to be his and no one else’s

That being said, he’s gonna treat his medal and ring like they’re some sort of engagement jewelry?

He’d probably be a little more hesitant to hand them over to you after what went down with Sylvia, so as soon as he offers them up to you, the relationship is gonna last man

But like-

If the situation calls for it, Dally won’t hesitate to refer to you as his husband/wife/partner so that he can have a little more power

Example: you get jumped pretty badly and get taken to the hospital, only immediate family and spouses are allowed back to your room

Dally won’t even blink as he firmly states that he is your husband and must be allowed to see you at once

I’m getting the vibe that you guys would definitely end up finding a place of your own eventually?

Like, you might crash with him at Buck’s place for a while, but ultimately I can see Dally wanting a place that’s just yours and his

It’s gonna be some sort of small apartment maybe? A little place, maybe a townhouse sort of vibe but it’s gonna be yours, something you have together and that’s the important part

Alsooooo, I may upset people with this? But I don’t see Dally being into the idea of having too many kids-

Like I think you could convince him for one? But that’s about the limit, anything else is really pushing your luck guys

It’s mostly because he struggles with the idea of being a dad?

Dal’s never really had a solid father figure y’know, other than Mr. Curtis I guess-

His old man is a piece of trash and Buck was more of an older brother so he’s never really had a good experience with a father figure

So, I guess, I’m trying to say that he’s afraid of turning into his old man, he thinks that’s all he really knows and thinks it’s inevitable 

I know, I know, that’s sad and I’m sorry

But I think it plays an important role here in the Long-Term Relationship Headcanons With One Dallas T. Winston™

This is kind of related but also really random, I can totally see him getting a dog (or a cat, though it might take some convincing) and he’ll refer to it as your baby or your kid

I have a feeling Dal wouldn’t have a problem raising a pet with you <3

[antisociallilbrat]

Losers Hc's

I have so many personal Loser Hc's that just live in my head and I just want to share them. I wanna put them somewhere so I'm putting them here. Some hints of Poly Losers

Ben

He has a peanut allergy, idk why, it's the vibes

Until he met Bev his wardrobe consisted of nerdy t-shirts with awful puns. You know what I'm talking about.

Secretly loves Twilight (him and Richie watch it together)

His favorite drink is lemonade, iykyk

Keeps fish! Like really big aquarium set ups and he actually designs some of the decor. Can't keep any aquarium plants alive tho

Mike

loves the smell of cashmere and just collects candles in general

I've mentioned picnics with him before (the ones he takes with Bev and Eddie) but he also likes to make little finger sandwiches and wears fancy sun hats on said picnics

hates the taste of olives, my man is anti olives

bringing this up again, but he had a stuff tigger as a kid and when he's an adult he keeps it in a shadow box

also he's a bit of a technophobe, he had a flip phone until the Losers literally made him upgrade, it was difficult for group texts

Eddie

red shorts this, red shorts that, consider him wearing overalls! He has a whole collection for every kind of weather and they're adorble

not much of a gamer but went through a really intense minecraft stage, the other losers refused to play with him

he loves traveling. Sonia never allowed him to go anywhere so as an adult he goes everywhere. Constantly taking trips and planning the next place to explore. Also he tries to travel with the Losers if they're going somewhere for work. Richie to L.A., Bill to London, Bev to Italy for fashion shows

secret huge ya novels nerd (don't tell Bill)

he's really into fancy coffee. Has an espresso machine in the kitchen and tries to make little designs in the foam and is constantly watching aesthetic coffee videos

Richie

pretends to like horror movies but is actually baby, he covers his eyes the whole time

He owned a ferret, his name was Todd. Eddie and Stan pretended to hate it but the creature grew on them

allergic to cats, cue the ferret, his skin will break out in hives if he's near one, but he doesn't care. He will pet that cat and the others Losers have to stop him

LOVES Futurama, he has a tattoo of Bender on his ass

Actually enjoys doing yard work. His mind is constantly going but when he's doing yard work, running the weed wacker or the lawn mowers, he can't hear himself think. Or if he's raking leaves or cutting bushes, his mind is too zeroed in on his task. It's strangely therapeutic for him

Bill

constantly has ink on his hands, from drawing or his typewriter, it's always there

had adult braces, IK I've said this before but I'm very passionate about 20 year old something Bill with a full set of braces. Yes I had adult braces too, why do you ask?

Sticks his tongue out when he's really focused on something and gets a wrinkle between his brows

he is dumbest smart person you will ever meet. He is an idiot. Everyone thinks he's supposed to be smart bc he's a best selling author but no, this man will try to pry something open with a knife with his face too close to said knife. He has no self preservation instincts, it's only bc of the Losers he's made it this far

has a weird obsession with Cherry Coke

Bev

again, i've said this before, but Bev always wanted a pet and she can't give the emotional care a cat, dog, rat, ect needs so she keeps reptiles. They're really cool and besides their basic care, they don't need anything else from Bev, they're perfectly content to be watched by her on the other side of the tank

speaking of that, her favorite reptile are geckos and she's actually based a couple her designs on their patterns

went through a phase where all she did was play the Sims. She was obsessed. The losers would go to bed while she was playing and wake up and she was still playing it. Yes this overlapped with Eddie's minecraft phase.

believes in Bigfoot. Like for real.

complete roller coaster fanatic, loves going to amusement parks to ride the most extreme roller coasters

Stan

has a deep passion for the Law & Order shows, they're his guilty pleasures

had a mental breakdown in his twenties and dyed his hair blue. The others losers where surprised and yes Stan regretted it. It was Impossible to get out and he basically just had to grow it out

believe it or not he is a horrible driver. He insists he's a great driver but the other losers refuse to ride with him. He doesn't get it. It's not like he's hit multiple curbs and gets massive road rage

he is constantly cold, over half the sweaters in the house belong to him and he's always under the blanket when watching tv. His cuddles are rare but during winter with no hesitation he will snuggle up under the human space heaters (Richie, Ben, and Mike)

he gardens! Has a rose garden out front with a bird bath and feeder. hates dirt though so when he's out there he has gloves and a little garden apron on

I have more too

[just-antithings]

I don't have a video of it yet, but I need y'all to know how my cat, owner of one singular brain cell that doesn't even work most of the time, plays with his toys. When I show him one of his toys, he looks at it, his eyes get big and pupils dilate, and he does this little head flick with his lip twitching and showing the tips of his teeth as he waits for me to toss it to him. When I toss it to him... He Goes Apeshit. I've seen him literally spin around in a circle before pouncing on his toys, with his airplane ears on and his eyes like black basketballs, his single brain cell having escaped his tiny little noggin, and he doesn't seem to know how to lie down and bunny kick his toys like a normal cat, or he just chooses not to. Instead, he holds the toy down with his front paws and repeatedly violently STOMPS on it with one of his back feet. He might pick it up with his front claws and throw it back down before stomping on it again. He does this with all of his toys, which are just little stuffed things with catnip and maybe a crinkly thing in them. (I have also seen him doing this with things that are Not his toys, like my phone. And my husband's socks. And a tube of lip balm. And a medicine bottle. And a hairbrush.) Oh and his favorite game is Chase The Sheets On The Bed As Mama Is Trying To Change Them And Make Faer Job Hard On Faer. And yes... He also does his stomps on the sheets as I'm trying to make up the bed with a clean set.

He is without doubt one of the dumbest creatures (affectionate) in this world and I wouldn't have him any other way. I love him so much.

anon this is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard please I desperately need to see a video of this dumb baby playing with his toys it is vital to me also please give him treats for me and tell him that he’s a perfect baby