#cats fanfic

[toweroftickles]

Magical Wake-Up Call (Cats 2019 Fluff)

Cats, it must be said, are a lazy breed. This is common knowledge. But Victoria was not normally one to lie around in bureau drawers or on windowsills, sunbathing, licking her wrists, doing nothing. Well, except on her birthday.

Her & Misto’s human family had set up a simple oval cat bed, woolly in texture and faded olive green, in the corner of the drawing room and beneath the broad, white-framed window. Midday sun poured in and covered Victoria in a warm puddle of light, and you could see the dust in the air floating carelessly by the edge of her fuzz. A bundled-up peach-colored blanket served as a crude pillow for her while she curled into a comfy little ball, knees at her chest, purring contentedly.

Wow…she looks beautiful. Mr. Mistoffelees’ heart swelled. For the past half hour, a small beige-ish couch across from Victoria had been his resting place, and he was unmoving from a vulture squat.

He didn’t want to disturb her, not for anything, but he was getting antsy and impatient. It was Victoria’s first birthday with the Jellicles, and Misto was determined to make her feel like part of the tribe. With the help of Munkustrap - as he lacked organizational skill himself - he’d successfully encouraged everyone to do something special for her. Bustopher Jones gathered together a whole Jellicle Feast from his usual back-alley haunts. (Or rather, he’d enlisted others to do it for him and snacked on it during the journey over.) Jennyanydots knew how much Victoria loved her cockroaches and had worked out a last-minute mini-routine with them. The calico twins really went all-out, setting up a basket and pulley from an upstairs window to ferry the two above the streets and right to the Egyptian. Hopefully it would be romantic…that was the idea. But the longer Victoria slept, the more everyone else had to wait.

Maybe he could get her attention with something. Misto didn’t yet have any real, proper control over his conjuring tricks…his wand, his cards, and his dice were the only things he could produce with any consistency. But reaching into his hat or coat always seemed to give him exactly what he needed at any given moment. What would be in there today…a paper clip? No, that won’t help. A can of peaches…a flower…a rubber duck…

From inside his sleeve he finally pulled a huge, fluffy brown peacock feather, the kind of quill that some pretentious upper crust debutante would write letters with (or a toy that a cat would play with, were it on the end of a stick). It was the size of his torso and dressed in joyfully squiggly barbs.

He paused. A few glances, back and forth, between his arm and Victoria, and a lightbulb switched on in his head. Misto held his new toy out as he would his magic wand, grinning like a Cheshire, and silently tiptoed up to his mate. Oh, perfect…this'll be fun. 

The feather slowly stroked up and down the arch of Victoria’s foot, several times…it took a second, but the sleepy white kitten shivered. Her toes clenched up. There it was…a big smile.

“MmmmMMM-Hmhm,” a high-pitched giggle slipped out through her nose. Victoria snapped her arms and legs in like a beartrap around her makeshift pillow and struggled to keep her lips glued together. Her thin fingers clasped tightly at her sides, instinctively trying to shield her from further tickle attacks. Though she made efforts to hide her face, Misto still caught a glimpse of that pretty smile peeking out at him.

Now it was a little game for the both of them: for Victoria, to see how long she could pretend to keep sleeping. For Mr. Mistoffelees, how quickly he could make her laugh. And neither was intent on losing.

“Heh-Heh…come on; I know how ticklish you are,” Misto whispered to her, unable to hide his smirk. He had to hold Victoria’s ankles still as her feet tried to flex and squirm away from his giant feather. It tickled back and forth until her cheeks turned pink.

The soft bristles slowly traced across her pale soles…up her leg…on the back of her knee…her thigh…along her waist…toward her neck...every little brush made Victoria's shoulders tremble. She was a squirmy girl. Her tail danced happily in broad swipes like a metronome…tick, tick, tick….she wasn’t fooling anyone.

"Hmhm-Hm! *gasp* Hih-Hng...Nnnnnn," she whined. She was biting her lip, doing a pretty good job bottling her giggles, while the feather kissed her cheek and shyly slid up to her sensitive ears.

Hm…this wasn’t working. Time for drastic measures. Cracking his knuckles, Mistoffelees turned the quill around and scribbled its sharp tip, as if he were writing, in one of the little canyons in between his girlfriend’s ribs.

Aha! Got her! The white cat squealed quite suddenly and covered her face with both hands. Her flushed-pinkish ears sloped back in dreadful embarrassment.

“Heek! Ok ok ok, I can't t-hake any more…I pr-ha-homise to get up, please dohon’t,” she begged him, snickering helplessly. Her laugh had a wilting, musical sugariness that lured Misto in closer.

“Come on, sleepyhead...” Now that he’d won the game, there was no need to be shy. Misto wanted to look like some big, scary monster pouncing on Victoria from behind (just to be playful), though he was hilariously bad at seeming threatening…he couldn’t even manage a decent growl…and following a half-hearted hop, he awkwardly tumbled forward on top of her, snuggling her in his arms.

All ten of his fingers combat-crawled through the fields of snowy fuzz that coated Victoria’s quivery torso, up her belly and ribs, affectionately scratching her soft skin all over until he was tickling in both of her armpits. She wriggled desperately underneath him. Her insides warmed up like she’d just gulped down a mug of hot cocoa.

"Heh...I wonder who's having more fun here; you or me," the magical cat playfully taunted his mate. That just made her laugh even more.

“Heehee! Hih-Hih Hn…Haha, Ha-Ha!” Victoria giggled and giggled but didn’t want to stop, lost in the shower of nibbling kisses that peppered her neck. Her big grin was half from ticklish laughter and half from the sheer fun of tussling and wrestling with her boy. Pulled by her thin wrists, she was turned over on her back, breathless, trembling, and smiling sweetly up at Misto. Their fingers intertwined, palms pushing against each other, with Victoria unable to shove him away. At last she spoke, still a little giddy. “What’s going on?”

Suddenly, from behind her ear, as if he were retrieving a magic disappearing coin, Mr. Mistoffelees produced an elongated metal earring and gently attached it to her. It was sort of similar to the one she'd worn during her mischievous outing with the calicos – a tall shell shape of pearly pink-white texture, dotted with little veins of gold. She reached up and touched the jewelry when she realized it was dangling from her ear. It was a little big for her, but she always felt so beautiful wearing them - like a princess, she sometimes said. She was not vain, but it was a bit of a weakness for her.

“Heh…ha-happy birthday,” Misto told her, blushing. She smiled right back at him.

“Aw…mmm, thank you so much…but…why did you have to tickle me awake just to tell me that?” She didn't want to be annoyed or upset with him, really; she loved how affectionate Misto was. But part of her couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that her nap was cut short.

“Oh, well, I…um…I-I had a lot planned. Everyone’s waiting for you.” Victoria’s ears perked up. “It was kind of a big deal…I thought we could do some really…fun things today.”

Slowly, Victoria propped herself up on her wrists, and before Mistoffelees could react, zipped forward and pecked him on the end of his nose.

Time stood still, freezing Misto in surprise. His tail curled into a candy cane and his nose turned red, and this delighted Victoria as she stretched out, yawned softly, and stood from her cot. She moved with surprising buoyancy; by the time Misto snapped out of his blip of a trance, Victoria was already across the room by the door and admiring her birthday present in a copper wall mirror. She turned the earring over in her fingers again and again, practically radiating from the inside. There was a twinkle of light all about her, not just from the noon summer sun streaking through her fur.

“Come on!” she called her boyfriend excitedly.

Well…I certainly wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. Not needing any further encouragement, the gleeful Mr. Mistoffelees bounced up and dashed over to her, and soon the two were gone.

It was only in the trailer and not the finished film, but I always loved this shot of Victoria playing in pillow feathers. Not for tickle reasons; it's just cute. ^^

So apparently this is my niche now. This is the life I've chosen. I got this request (and finished it) a really long time ago, but I never uploaded it because I didn't want anyone to think I'm weirder than they already do. XD Don't worry, "normal" stuff is back on the menu soon.

#tickling #tickle blog #tickle #tickling community #ticklish #tickle fic #sfw tickles #victoria cats #cats fanfic #victoria the white cat #mr mistoffelees #2019 mistoffelees #cats 2019 #mistoria #misto #jellicle cats #tummy tickling #cats movie #statistical cats #cats musical #fluff #tickle fluff

[herooffire101]

Hello, and welcome to the next day of Tuggerlurina week, Human AU! For those of you who remember last year I did mainly human au versions of Tugger and Bomba, their names were Travis and Beatrice. This fic does takes place in most of my versions of my personal human AUs, and was referenced before in my previous fics. So @jelliclekay enjoy!

This may have been a mistake to mix this.

Beatrice looked at the various bottles, glass, and plastic, in front of her. 3 bottles of vanilla Schnapps, a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream, 2 two-liter bottles of Dr. Pepper, and a collection of different Kool-Aid packets of various different flavors. As a 17-year-old, Bea didn’t want to talk about how she got the alcohol, but at least she was in the safety of her own place, living above the Heaviside Layer Bar & Grille, with her lovely boyfriend Travis. The child kittens she was (somehow) responsible for were having a sleepover with Mom and Dad in preparation for Electra’s first birthday (and somewhere deep in her mind something is telling her that this is going to be a complete and utter mistake and irresponsible of her but she isn’t listening to it, her impulsive and intrusive thoughts are completely in control). She looks at the shaker, jigger, and bar spoons, with the bitters as an afterthought. ‘Tonight, I experiment with making a mixed drink myself.’ She thought, with a slightly maniac look on her face.

Travis, upon coming into the apartment from the restaurant downstairs, noticed the collection, and Beatrice, asked his girlfriend one simple question. “Should I be worried?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I wanna practice making drinks.” She said with a nonchalant tone in her voice.

Travis sighed. “Whatever, I’m game.” Travis sat down on one of the stool surrounding the kitchen island counter. “So, what’s your plan?”

“Somehow combine vanilla Schnapps and Bailey’s Irish Cream. I have additional things to see what works.” Gesturing to the collection, grabbing several glasses in mismatched glassware that they impulsively bought at the local thrift store.

“Do you remember that Electra’s birthday is tomorrow, and she expects that her momma is sober on her special day.” He reminded her, seeing how Electra is one of the kittens that she was responsible for (and Travis as well) and how well would mom react if both of them came to the party hungover. Travis watched as she deftly opened the bottles and measured out ratios of the alcohol, shook them, and then poured them out into one of the glasses.

“I’m not going to get drunk this time. It’s not bad cheap rum.” Beatrice swore, thinking of what Virginia, otherwise known as Griddlebone, subjected her to on the order of Mac after he assaulted her and brought her to his warehouse. Her left shoulder was a mess of badly stitched scars of a scratched in branding. Virginia poured one half of that bottle on her shoulder and made her chug the rest. Beatrice shuddered, and shook it out, taking a swig of her first attempt of the combo of schnapps and Bailey’s.

Several hours later

Somehow the sips of the different mixes turned into first a gulp and then shot gunning and taking shots of just combo vanilla Schnapps and Irish Cream of various ratios. There was…something that just hit Beatrice just right and being with Travis just made it wonderful. She felt the buzz of the alcohol, and it somehow made her emotions towards what Mac did to her dulled, and she liked it. She really liked the flavor combo of the schnapps and Irish cream. She and Travis were having a good time, and then she felt it. She really wanted to kiss Travis, kiss Tugger. She wanted to figuratively take him apart. So, she decided to impulsively kiss him, and he reciprocated, and it was a blur on how they got into their bedroom. The rest of the night was a complete blur.

~~~~

Beatrice didn’t realize her mistake until it was too late, first being woken up by Demeter calling her cellphone and Beatrice feeling the most painful of hangovers she has ever felt, and several weeks later. But, by that time, Beatrice accepted her lot.

~~~

Yea, that was my idea for this. I'm open for asks for any of my headcanons and AUs.

#bombalurina #tuggerlurina #cats the musical #rum tum tugger #cats human au #cats fanfic #You can guess what happened #I'm just not the writer for what happens in the meantime. #tuggerlurina week

[fluffytuffles]

Victoria can’t take the kiddos one night for babysitting bc she has a dance recital, and Tugger gets volunteered. Cue a comedic night where Tugger tries to babysit Silly Tumble and Pounce who make it their mission to cause the most trouble possible >:)

Anon, if you're out there... I don't know if I'll continue this, but I wrote this in a burst of inspiration and I think 15 months later you deserve this. Thank you for believing in me.

Kittensitting: not one of Tugger’s strong suits. Astounding as it was that Tugger –the Rum Tum Tugger— had any suits that weren’t strong, even he had to admit it. Not out loud, of course. But caring for a living being was hard enough when it was yourself, and who knows you better (or, for that matter, treats you better) than yourself? No, one of him was quite enough, thank you very much.

“Tugger?”

Her voice broke through the stillness of his summer day, and for that Tugger was most perturbed. But this was Victoria, and if anyone could get his iron will to be, it would have to be her. Even so, it wouldn’t be without resistance. “Can I help you,” he sneered, petulantly leaving the question mark out of his tone, squinting up at her from where he lay belly up in the sun.

“You can, actually.” She didn’t miss a beat. He rolled over to get a better look at her. “Did I ever tell you how helpful you can be when you’re in a good mood?”

“Not lately. What do you want?”

She curled her tail up around her legs and started to absently fluff it under her paws. “Plato wants to take me to see the full moon tonight. He says he knows a great spot on top of the school—”

“So you need a chaperone?”

She flinched, bristling. “No, of course not!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He gave a half-hearted shrug that was very whole-hearted indeed. Caring for living things might be, begrudgingly, out of his range, but he could always fall back on being a nuisance. “So what do you want? Money? Er, advice for—”

“No, and if you keep that up I’ll swat that smug look off your face.”

“Little lady’s got claws.”

She crinkled her nose at him, took a deep breath, decided to move along. “I accidentally double-booked myself. Jelly needed me in the nursery tonight to watch the kittens.”

“Everyone’s taking advantage of the full moon, huh.”

“Perhaps you aren’t?” she hedged, fixing him with her famous doe-eyed gaze.

Tugger –very slowly— put two and two together and got the exact answer he didn’t want. “Oh, no. No no no. You can’t rope me into your domestic duties like that, I’m—”

“You’re what?”

Oh no. He couldn’t admit to being bad at anything. What havoc would an admission like this wreak on his reputation? Even if it should’ve been blitheringly obvious that the Rum Tum Tugger and Small Kittens were a match made in hell, he couldn’t be the one to point this out. Ever. “I’m… busy.”

“Oh, I can see that.”

He tried to glare but even he could tell it looked more like a pout, so he scrapped facial expressions entirely. “Why don’t you get—”

“Do you really think I would come to you for this if there was literally any other adult I could ask?”

“And here I thought you actually had faith in my childcare prowess.” He wilted dramatically against a UFO (unidentifiable f’rown-away object).

“Not even the slightest, but they’re pretty self-sufficient by now. I really just need a body to claim responsibility if something happens to them.”

“I’m honestly amazed you think I’ll claim responsibility for anything.”

“Please, Tugger,” she begged. “See, I’m begging now. Does that placate your ego enough to at least consider it?”

“I liked it better when you pretended to have faith in my childcare prowess.” He sunk back into the lounging.

Victoria frowned deeply. “Fine,” she huffed, and slunk away.

And that should’ve been the end of it. Tugger should’ve gone back to his carefree enjoyment of the rare sunlight, basking in its warmth, and Victoria should’ve left his mind entirely.

But she didn’t. And he didn’t. And the Rum Tum Tugger felt something he hadn’t in a very, very long time, and was really most unwelcome and potent. Victoria never asked anything of him or anyone. She always gave her all, went out of her way for others, did it all with grace and a smile. The grown ups loved her when she was a kitten, and as far as he remembered now that she was more adult that child the kittens loved her as well. She was quiet, and humble. She never wanted anything –at least, not openly. Least of all from Tugger. And she had come to him, obviously and expressly desperate, and he had not only turned her away but did so happily. And Tugger was a lot of thing –handsome, charismatic, and selfish. But one thing he was not was heartless.

But another thing he was not was an appropriate kittensitter for the littlest tribe members.

Well… maybe Victoria was right. Maybe they were self-sufficient. Maybe he could do exactly what he had planned on doing (nothing) but with a couple of tiny cats in his vicinity. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Maybe.

“Victoria?”

to be continued...(?)

#cats the musical #cats fanfic #op #rum tum tugger #victoria cats #doesn't quite follow the prompt but the spirit is there

[queen-raven-imp]

Late Halloween fic!!!

Summary:

Ever since the last Jellicle Ball, Munkustrap has been withdrawn from his friends and family. He’s been acting strange, not opening up to anyone, and choosing to spend his time in solitude. By the time of the next Ball, he has disappeared and is nowhere to be found. The Jellicles seek him out, but what they find may not be what they expect, nor something they can handle. Bonds are tested as emotions run high. Mister Mistoffelees has to face his deepest emotions. Will this be the end of the Jellicles, or the end of the Jellicle Protector? Will anyone be left unscathed? And how will everyone be able to move forward from this?

#cats fic #ao3 fic #angst fic #romance fic #fic writing #my fic #cats fanfic #gay fanfiction #romance fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #romance fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #cats 1998 #alonzo cats #jellicle cats #gay cats #cats the musical #cats musical fic #cats musical alonzo #alonzo cats musical #cats musical fanfic #cats musical #munkustrap #mr mistoffelees #mister mistoffelees #werewolf #werewolf fic #halloween #halloween fic

[storyweaverofgondor]

Summary: Old Deuteronomy has a unique relationship with the Everlasting Cat

#cats-pril2023 #cats-prilday24 #cats the musical fanfic #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #cats the musical fandom #cats fanfic

[indianasolo221]

Poll: Who should I write first?

I have Cats headcanons I really love, but I've always had a hard time expanding on them in my writing. But, I'm considering writing for Cats this week. If I do, who do you want me to write for first?:

Each vote is a different pairing (I hope that will make it easier for you all!). Please note that some of these are not meant to be romantic! Some are familial (Cori and Tanto), some are ships of mine (Alonzo and Cassandra) and some are just interesting options.

#cats musical #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats us tour 6 #cats headcanons #cats fanfic #cats the musical fanfic #fanfic #poll #who do I write first? #familial writing #romantic ships

[hysperia]

My first week's submission for the Mistocord Summer event quick fic challenge. Munkustrap has to deal with his protective instincts while he and Bomabalurina supervise a group of Kittens that are out on a dropping and need to navigate back to Camp Jellicle in the black of night.

Quick Fic Challenge - Adventure Prompt Munkustrap is taking a cohort of plucky campers out on a hiking trail, but things inevitably go awry. Write about the group (canon characters/OCs) running into some sort of trouble in the forest, and how they are able to get out of it again.

Check out the post from @0zzysaurus for all the details on the Mistocord Summer Event.

#Mistocord #Mistocord summer event #camp jellicle #cats the musical #cats fanfic #fanfic

[mistocore]

new cringe epic chapter dropped wahoo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38165638/chapters/100384350

#i started writing chapter 6 by mistake at the end of this one lol #so i broke it up #im getting there lollllllllllll #cats #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats fanfic #cats fanfiction #black sheep #au

[this-phenomenal-cat]

I have a sudden strong urge to write a long form fanfic in which Mistoffelees attempts to leave the Jellicles and Macavity is not a bad person at all

#so like imagine if the jellicles were just a wee bit more cultish? #cats the musical #cats musical #cats 1998 #mr mistoffelees #macavity #cats fanfic

[toweroftickles]

You totally don’t have to do this and you’re probably busy but could you please do a Mistoria where Mistofelees has been really stressed and overworking himself so Victoria drags Mistofelees back home and tickles him until he promises to take a day off? 🥺👉👈

Mistoria - Everyone Needs A Break

(Cats 2019 Fic)

Her smile when he picks her up is just 🥺❤️💕

See, people who follow my blog; you can’t get mad at me for writing about them again, because someone else asked for it! 😆

As Victoria didn't have a home of her own, Mr. Mistoffelees had immediately opened his door to her as soon as the incident with Macavity had passed and she was part of the tribe. One of the few Jellicles with a human family, he was better off than most.

It was a narrow but pleasant two-story, distinctly average in its red brick uniformity, just a few streets over from the house so frequently terrorized by the calicos (where he had rescued Victoria from a dog). Upstairs, tucked in the corner of pale gold wallpaper and right next to the window (outside of which rain had started pattering that evening) was a chest of drawers, old and hand-carved with a warm burnt-sienna glow. This was where the humans kept their shirts and undergarments. The top drawer was the best...that's the one with all the stockings in it...and it was on many a cool night that you could sneak into the room after dark and catch the pair of Jellicles cuddled up together in that pile of clothes. A small oil lamp flickered on top of the drawer, while Misto sat inside it.

His hands shook...he was still struggling with the card tricks. All he had to do was shuffle; that's it...come on...flick! Half the deck shot out of his coat sleeve and fell down to the Oriental rug below. Misto groaned miserably. His eyes were red and tired.

“What’s the matter with me?”

"You don't have to worry; I promise. You told me you'd stop practicing if we went home..." Victoria was on the edge of the squeaky bed across from him, antsy and a little concerned. Her ears wiggled at the impact of raindrops on the glass. Her eyes shimmered, threatening tears that hadn't yet formed. “This last week you’ve barely slept…why don’t you take tomorrow off?”

"I can't! Our next performance is tomorrow!"

"Gus will understand. You can't do your act with him every night."

"But...but what if I've lost my magic?" Misto had been nervous before, but this bordered on panic. Fiery claws were throttling his neck, squeezing until the liquid threatened to burst out of his tear ducts. He sank down to his knees, brokenhearted, until he felt Victoria nuzzling his shoulder. Her purr gave him goosebumps, every time.

“You know there’s no other cat so clever...you make all of our lives so wonderful with your magic. But you’re still you. It’s ok to say you need a rest.”

The remainder of his cards then found themselves scattered to the floor too. Misto’s jacket followed, but not his top hat. He wouldn't hear it. Not for this; he owed Gus everything, didn't he? The Theater Cat who'd been his lifelong idol, the one who acted as a nurturing father figure ever since that night the year prior? Besides, his powers had always been temperamental at the best of times; what would happen if he stopped practicing? What was he going to do?

Moaning, Mistoffelees plopped face-down in the pile of grey-and-black socks, wrapped in an ocean of cotton strips as he curled up. All he wanted was to cry into a pillow and fall unconscious for a few hours. Lost in stress, he looked up from his favorite napping spot for a brief moment, and there was Victoria’s head, slowly peeking over the drawer’s edge.

“Please stay here with me tomorrow,” she implored him. Her pale right hand reached up and began to pet his back and shoulders, her palm slowly running through his fur. The tuxedo cat seemed to almost drift off into a foggy sleep as his other muscles melted like warm chocolate at her touch, eyes still clenched shut, but Victoria could hear his throat softly purring. Her heart hurt, to see him so tightly wound.

The white cat’s finger gently traced the shape of a C along the outer ridge of Misto’s fuzzy black shoulder blade, and suddenly, his whole back shuddered.

“Heh! Hm-Hm,” he chuckled softly. There it was…a smile.

A sparkle grew bright and bouncy in Victoria’s eyes. Oh, he couldn’t stand that…Pouncing on impulse, she vaulted over the lip of the drawer and landed right next to him with a thud. All ten of her digits pressed into the rear of Misto’s ribcage and skittered down his back like little tap-dancers. His whole body tightened and sprung up from the nest of socks.

"AAaa, Heh! Heh! D-heh...p-please; don’t do that," Misto stammered, his eyes bulging. He scrambled up and turned over on his back, hoping to slowly retreat away from Victoria...then had a cold shiver of realization. He'd just exposed his stomach to her. She was on all fours, slinking toward him…

“Are you sure you don’t need to relax?” she teased, poking his tummy. She was slowly crawling on top of his hips...

“GaaaAAAaaah…I…I…please, V-Victoria…”

With both of her thumbs and forefingers, Victoria firmly pinched Misto’s sides. The sudden energy current through his stomach made him gasp, and Victoria began to massage the soft handles of flesh she was squeezing as if she were rubbing a pair of quarters together. Instantly, Misto’s face twisted into a nervous smile, his ears twitched, and he started to giggle.

“Ha! Heheh Huh-Huh Ha-Ha…Heh! No, pl-hease, cut it ou-hout…that tick-hlhl-hles! Ahhh, st-hop stop stop stop….Ok, I’ll t-hake tomorrow off; nohoho…”

“Do you promise?” Victoria asked him, delighted. The way Misto sputtered on the word “tickles” had uncaged a whole flock of butterflies in the ivory kitty’s tummy. Suddenly, his vow wasn’t quite enough for her, and her pincer hands kept kneading and squeezing his sides.

“Heh-Ha! Mmmm, Hm-Hm Heh-Heh! N-ho, don’t, not there, Heh!”

“Heehee! Look; you look happier already.”

Victoria’s fingers danced up Mistoffelees’ torso, in between his ribs and shuffling beneath his armpits (often with wide movements, one fingertip at a time…they kinda flopped around like skittish noodles). Her touch was very gentle and almost clumsy. But what Victoria lacked in “tickling skills,” she more than made up for in sheer joyful affection. Her silky, high-pitched giggle was rather contagious, and she just had a palpable love for getting her shy boyfriend to open up, smile, and laugh with her. He was wriggling and squirming like a little kitten.

Still straddling his middle, Victoria swiveled around until her graceful hands came to rest on Misto's ankles. (She took extra care too to bury her feet in the layers of of fuzzy socks the couple rested on...she couldn't let him grab and start tickling them, after all; not while she was busy cheering him up!) His white spots, she knew, were his sensitive ones...

“N-Heh…D’aaaahhh! Ha…Haha! *gasp* Hai-Heh Haha! St-hop, stop; please, stahop! *gasp* Heheh…Ha! Haha-Ha! I a-already prohomised!” Misto threw his head back, unable to stop laughing, and pleaded with his girlfriend over and over. He pulled and kicked weakly, or at least tried to, with his ankles shuffling against the various human underclothes. Victoria was flicking her hand up and down on his arches, more akin to strumming a guitar than a proper tickle attack, but bless her heart; she was trying. Misto’s chalk-white feet wiggled and squirmed on top of each other as he laughed, but it didn’t help him pull away.

“Ok now, hold still,” Victoria’s sweet, excited laugh buzzed taunting in his ears. She grabbed Misto by his toes with one hand, and gingerly picked at the ball of his foot with the other…just the tiniest little scratches with one fingernail. But that was enough.

“Haha, Ha-Ha-AHHH…Heh-Heh Ha-Heh! *gasp* I d-hid what you ahasked, Ha-Heh! Pl-hease, pleaheehease…*gasp* Stop stop stop stop! Haha-Ha, Haha-Ha!”

The longer this went on, the pinker Victoria’s smiling cheeks grew. She couldn’t stop grinning and turning to look back at her precious magical cat every few seconds, but then, whenever their glassy eyes met…ah! Her head snapped away again in schoolgirl-like shyness. Oh my god…he’s so cute when he laughs… If she got any more embarrassed, her face would have sunk down inside her chest cavity like a turtle’s.

It was another minute or two before Victoria finally quit playing with Misto’s feet and decided to let him relax. Still a little light-headed from all his desperate laughing, the magician rolled over and pulled his knees into his torso.

Whew…whew…his whole body went limp as he breathed. It was like there was a wind-up key in his back and it had slowly come unscrewed. Ears twitching, his hat fallen off, Misto finally allowed himself a moment of peace and snuggled his head into Victoria's waiting lap.

"Awww, there we go..." she whispered.

A sigh...her belly felt soft and warm on his cheek, breathing in and out with him...her fingers ruffling behind his ears...

"Do you really think I'm pushing myself too hard?" he asked. She nodded.

"Ever since you rescued Old Deuteronomy, you seem like you're trying harder and harder to prove you belong, that it wasn't an accident...but you have already. All of the Jellicles love you. And so do I.”

Misto slowly exhaled through his nose…chfff…like a train leaving the station…and continued: “…Maybe you’re right....I’ll talk to Gus tomorrow. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Anyway…I don’t think Gus likes how you steal his thunder all the time,” teased Victoria. She offered a playful smirk and a wink, just to make sure he knew she was joking. Suddenly, his energy was back.

"Oh, really? Do I now? Huh?" Misto laughed, spun upward, and pawed at his girlfriend's stomach. The grin on her face could have illuminated a dark alley.

"Hihih! Hm! Ah! Oh no, not my belly button," she giggled helplessly.

Soon the cats were tumbling over one another in a bubble of flying socks, attacking each other with playful tickles, static cling running through their wiry fur. Their shadows danced on the wall opposite as the lampwick bathed them in its friendly light.

They didn't stop until they were both totally exhausted, out of breath, and getting tingly hot flashes all over their bodies. A playful giddiness had seized them, and even after several minutes went by without so much as a poke, they were still laughing.

Victoria snuggled her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek. He chuckled to himself and pulled a sock off of his forehead.

"Heh-Heh...th-hat...that was...kind of fun," he smiled at her. Until that point, Mr. Mistoffelees hadn't been sure exactly what he needed. But somehow Victoria always gave it to him. For the first time in a week, he felt a cool calm wash over him.

And if you sneaked into the room after dark, you would have caught the pair of Jellicles cuddled up together in that pile of clothes.

I LOVE THEM DON'T @ ME

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[herooffire101]

Hello, and welcome to the first of my Tuggerlina week entries. I'm posting this once again early in the morning because of stuff I'm doing today. All my entries are fics, and I hope you enjoy them. @jelliclekay , enjoy! The first day, First Encounters! Majority of them take place in a different universe than my first entries last year. Basically, Asparagus Jr. and Jellylorum are siblings, Jr. is a young single parent to Bomba after her mother abandoned both of them after she gave birth to Bomba and fed her once. Jr. takes baby Bomba to the Junkyard immediately, where Jenny started her on kitten formula (that she procured from the humans). The Jellicle Moon compelled Jr to mate with this orange queen (who was also under the influence of the Jellicle moon) and found that she did not want to be a mother, so she left as soon as she could. Anyway, Enjoy!

Oh she’s poofy/Oh he’s fluffy

The Rum Tum Tugger sat on his haunches, watching with a curious eye, with his patchy mane not fully in, of movement coming from Jennyanydots’s den. He did see Asparagus Jr go in there, every day, making the curious kitten even more curious. Why was the adult tom going in and out of Jenny’s den? Mummy mentioned that there was a kitten being cared for, and he might be getting a new friend soon. He was getting bored when he noticed something red coming out of the den. At first he thought it was Jenny, but the red became red ears, and then attached to those red ears was a kitten with a white face attached to those red ears! This red kitten was definitely a different red to Mac, and it only became clearer as more of the singular kitten came out of the den with Jr. and Jenny coming out behind them. This red kitten was more of a tabby with a white bib, and was really a poof ball, and they really stood out to Tugger. The one most startling thing about this kitten that Tugger could see was that their eyes were almost a bright startling green, sparkling like shiny gems, so unlike the dark green of Mac. Tugger knew that most kitten eyes start out blue and turned into a different colour as they get older, but the kitten’s eyes already turned green! Then he heard Jenny talk to the kitten.

“Come on, Bombalurina, time to meet your new friends!” Jenny softly said, patting the kitten’s back. The kitten turned their head to face Jenny, and then faced Jr.

“It’s okay, Caraid. We’ll introduce you to them.” Jr. calmed the kitten. The kitten rubbed Jr., not even voicing love. Why wasn’t this new kitten speaking?

Tugger, with the other kittens, consisting of Mac, Munk, Cass, and Lonzo stopped playing as Jenny and Jr. came up to the group with the new kitten. “Kittens, this is Bombalurina. Bomba is now old enough to come play with you.” Now as this kitten is now closer, Tugger saw more detail in this kit’s face.

Cass broke the silence. “You’re a queen! I’m not the only queen kitten anymore!”

Bombalurina smiled at Cass, still silent, but she did nod. “Ummm…Jenny, why isn’t she talking?” Tugger asked, confused why the new queenkit wasn’t talking.

“Bomba here is nonverbal at the moment. She will talk when she wants to, as she just can’t seem to get her words out.” Jr. explained, rubbing Bomba’s back, making her purr. “She’s my daughter, and if she struggles to communicate with you what she wants, don’t be afraid to ask for help from me, Jellylorum, Jennyanydots, or Skimble. Don’t force her to talk because she will get frustrated and will let you know.”

‘So, she is Jr.’s kitten. Where’s her mum?’ Tugger thought, and then Bombalurina popped into his face, and she was sniffing him. He jumped, and he could look into her eyes, and they were memorizing. Bomba then gave him a toothy smile, which communicated her desire. “Why do you want to touch my mane?”

Jr. and Jenny both had surprised expressions. “Bomba is also a sensory seeker occasionally. She might want to feel it. We have been encouraging her to figure out what she prefers to touch, but as you can see, she does struggle on asking if she can.”

“Oh, that makes sense. You want permission to feel it?” Tugger questioned, slightly unsure. This was a strange kitten, as standout as she can be. It’s just…something about her that made him feel…a strange comforting sensation about her. Like he was drawn to her. “Okay, just…be gentle. I also don’t like certain sensations.” Her eyes widened, and then nodded in understanding his needs. She lifted her right paw, being incredibly careful about it, and felt his mane, which he didn’t mind. ‘Strange…I like her touch.’ Then what seemed like a happy purr came from her, smiling….and then she pounced on him. “Aak!” Tugger squeaked out as she landed on him. “Why did you pounce on me?!?”

Then strong paws lifted Bomba off of him. “Bomba, we don’t pounce on other kittens without permission.” Jr. lightly scolded, “It’s okay to pounce on toys, but not on other kittens unless you are playing.” Bomba had the acceptance of being sorry, her ears down. Tugger watched as Jr. put Bomba down, still so memorized by her. He was caught within her aura. What was the thing with Bomba, this new queenkit in their group, that he was so drawn to?

Mac scoffed. “You got pounced on by a girl. Can’t say no to a girl?”

“Hey! I say no to Cass all the time!” Tugger snapped at his oldest brother.

“It’s true, he does.” Cass agreed, “Much to my displeasure. But Bomba here, she has some kind of special thing that makes her unique. It’s not her fur color, which I am jealous of, but something about her that I even feel it. I think that even Tantomile and Coricopat would love to feel.”

Bomba had some kind of look, like she was thinking, and then she made some kind of noise, waving her paws around in what looked like a certain motion. “Ah, like Grandpa Gus!” Jenny said, smiling.

Munk finally spoke up. “Oh, so you know some kind of sign language!” The rest of us looked at him. “What? I’ve seen some humans have a conversation with only their hands and face, and some of them, even their kittens have these weird small things right behind their ears. Dad and Skimble said that sometimes humans, like some of us cats, don’t have some to all of their hearing, even when they are born!”

“Eeeee!” Bomba finally vocalized, her smile as wide as her ears. She then hugged Munk, which startled all of us.

‘Oh, that is a cute voice’ A stray thought of Tugger.

“Uhhhh, thanks for the hug, I guess?” Munk said, being extremely awkward with the hug.

“Yea she’s physically affectionate. Munkustrap, you made her feel heard, which made her really happy. I hope that you all will be great friends for her, and definitely support her with finding her voice.” Jr. said, smiling fondly at Bomba.

With some more small talk, Jenny and Jr. watched as the rest of them included Bomba in their kitten games, which really made her smile, which Tugger really liked. At the end of the day, when it was dinner time, neither Tugger nor Bomba wanted to be separated, because she didn’t have make an extra effort to being understood with him. Tugger was amazed in such a short time he could understand her with very little effort.

*A little extra*

When Bomba laid eyes on the fluffy Maine Coon kitten ‘Oh my Bast he is so fluffy!...I wanna touch it. Can I…touch it, please?’

‘His eyes are so memorizing. Oh, he understands me! I’m…so…HAPPY!’

‘But daddy…’

In her own special sign language, ‘Oh, like Grandpa Gus?’

‘He accepted me! Now about the fluffy one.’

‘But Tugger is my best friend! He gets me!’

~~~~~

Well, that, my first entry! Tugger accepted autistic Bombalurina, and he feels her magic, and it’s compatible to his inner magic, making them true mates. Bomba does eventually speak verbally, but it takes her a while longer, and the first time she speaks is to her Dad, saying “I love you, Daddy.” As her first words.

#tuggerlurina #bombalurina #rum tum tugger #cats the musical #cats fanfic #autistic bombalurina #tuggerlurina week

[selineram3421]

can I make a request for an Alastor x reader? Where y/n is Husk's sibling and Alastor won't stop flirting with y/n and Husk is just not having it? (And the rest of the HH crew are just in the background shipping Alastor and y/n)

*swipes up* Cat Demon Reader!!!! FUCK YEAH!

Hissy Kitty

Prologue

Alastor X Reader

Warnings⚠

⚠ cussing, protective older brother Husk, Alastor loves annoying your brother, italics = thoughts ⚠

Husk was very protective of you and made sure you were taken care of. In Living and afterlife, he kept you out of his "business" to keep you safe.

Of course you surprise him by showing up at the hotel.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Surprise!", you cheered and gave your older brother a hug.

He didn't want you anywhere near his work. It was too risky. You would have been made a target. He didn't want HIM to know about you.

"Answer the question.", he grumbled but hugged you back.

"I haven't seen you in a while and I just wanted to-", you began, pulling back a bit from the hug, taking a look around the hotel lobby that was behind him.

"Look, I'll call you and tell you all about it but you need to go before-", he tried to get you to leave quickly.

"Husker!"

Shit.

He was pissed that he was too late.

"What are you doing trying to chase a guest out?", the demon in red walked over and pulled you into the hotel. "We are trying to invite them in."

"This one ain't looking to stay in the hotel!", your brother hissed and tried to pull you away from the red dressed demon.

You were suddenly spun and dipped by the man in red. It shocked you so much that you held onto the red demon tightly.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! I am Alastor the facility manager.", Alastor grinned as he gazed down at you. "And who might you be?"

Such an adorable thing. He thought when seeing your ears pinned back and eyes having turned into slits, his grin widening when he noticed Husk getting angrier.

"Um..can you let me up now? This is a very weird way of greeting..", you squirmed, your tail flicking in annoyance.

After letting you go, Alastor took note of how bristled up the fur of his acquaintance was.

How interesting..

"Forgive me dear, I can get quite theatrical.", he laughed and fixed his bowtie. "And your name?"

"I'm-"

"Not staying.", Husk cut in. "They only came to see me, now back off."

"What the hell, can't I greet a demon?", you huffed.

Your brother pulls you away to speak in private.

"Not this one! This prick is someone I don't want you hanging around with.", he whispered growled, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Go home, put some wards or some shit for protection and don't come back here again!"

"Damn it Husk!", you slapped his hands away. "I came here to check up on you!"

Alastor stays where he is to enjoy the show. Glancing to the side when seeing Angel step into the lobby.

"Its been years! I haven't heard from you until two weeks ago about this place. Where have you been!? Do you know how worried I was!?"

"Psst! Smiles! Who the fuck is kitty whiskers?", the spider asks.

"Haven't the faintest idea but this argument is getting amusing.", he responds.

"I told you that I moved! That should be enough!", Husk gestured to the hotel.

"Yeah, its nice to know you're alive but you could have at least told me how you've been! Did you make any new friends? Did you drink until you blacked out again? Something else for fucks sake!", you yelled.

"I'm alive!", your brother yelled back. "I drank yesterday!", he pushed you towards the door. "I don't have friends!", he opened the door. "Now leave!"

"Tsk tsk!", Alastor tutted and used his shadows to pull you away from the door, moving you into his hold. "They are our guest, even if they are just visiting Husker~"

The Radio Demon's smile growing bigger when he saw the cat clench his fists.

"You are welcome to visit anytime to see this-", the red demon gestures to your brother. "-hissy kitty that you know."

"Ha!", you quickly covered your mouth to keep your laugh silent.

"A smile! Finally!", Alastor leaned closer to you. "I'd like to see it if you don't mind."

"Back off!", Husk pushed the red dressed demon away and took your hand. "Come on, I'll show you around."

"I can stay!?", you asked your brother.

"Only for a few hours!", he replied.

You stayed longer than a few hours.

Charlie had caught wind and was excited to meet you.

Husk drank from his bottle, watching as you talked to the Princess and Vaggie. The two were hooked on whatever story you were telling.

"So Husky~", Angel slid over.

"Don't you fucking call me that ever again.", the cat grumbled before continuing to drink.

"Who's the new cat strolling about?", the spider asked. "I've never seen you so pushy with someone before~ Are they an ex?"

"None of your business and ew. Fuck no.", Husk wiped his mouth after he finished the bottle. "Forget about them. They need to leave anyway.", he said before walking over to you.

.

"Hi Husk!", you waved as you entered the hotel.

"Fucking shit. What did you not understand about staying away!?"

You had a smug grin and pranced over to him.

"Can't really stay away from where I work~", you said and showed your employment papers.

"What.", your brother growled.

"While I was talking to the Princess during the tour, you stepped out for a bit and I told her I wanted to work here!", you beamed, cat tail swaying calmly. "So now I can't leave! Yay!"

"Are you fucking stupid!?", Husk yelled.

"Now Husker.", Alastor appeared from the shadows behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "That is no way to talk to your fellow coworker."

The Radio Demon smiled cheekily when seeing the cat demon's fur bristle in anger.

"Let's show you all of the staff rooms!", he said suddenly and turned you towards the stairs. "There are quite a few closets littered about for cleaning supplies! For now that is what you'll do with Niffty until the Princess can think of where to put you."

"Is there any cleaning supplies?", you asked a little suspicious.

"Haven't a clue! But let's find out!"

You were near Alastor most of the day.

Husk actually followed you both until the "tour" ended.

"And that is all of the cleaning closets so far!", the red man grinned.

All of you were now standing in one of the many hallways. The fourth floor if you remember.

"Thank you for pointing them out.", you removed his hand from your shoulder. "Little less of that if you don't mind."

"Oh! I didn't even notice.", Alastor held his hands behind his back. "Do remind me if I slip again."

Husk quickly took you away from the red demon and walked you towards the lobby.

"Look, I'm glad you're here. Really. But its not safe for you to be around that smiling asshole.", your brother hissed.

"Husk, I'm not as clueless as you think I am.", you sigh and shook his arm off. "I'll keep myself safe.", you finish and walk away.

The cat demon stayed behind, groaning as he slides his hand down his face, feeling on edge, tired, and annoyed all at once.

"I've never seen you around a demon like them~", Alastor appears from the shadows. "And you're so protective!", he walks in front of the cat demon. "What a good older brother you are.", he leans back and spins his head to look at the demon.

"Don't you fucking try anything!", Husk threatens.

The Radio Demon laughs and stands up straight. "We'll have to go over our deal again!", he says while fixing his coat. "I hope you added their protection in."

"You piece of shit-!", Husk extends his claws and opens his wings up.

"I must be off! Who knows what trouble the guests have gotten into already!", Alastor walks away from the angry cat.

The Radio Demon hummed as he walked down the hallway, a slight skip in his step as his smile grew wider.

Oh how entertaining~

I love cats💕 Also this is turning into a short story because Husk is gonna be hella pissed.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[queen-raven-imp]

Summary: The Rumpus Cat emerges to take the spotlight, as the real rehearsal starts for the Pekes and the Pollicles.

#cats 1998 #jellicle cats #cats musical fic #cats musical #cats the musical #Jellicle cats fic #fanfic #fanfiction #cats fanfic #cats musical fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3fic #ao3 link #ao3 update #ao3 works #ao3 fanfic

[storyweaverofgondor]

Summary: Plato finds a reason to stay. 

Inspired by my Plato, Tumble and Pounce are Macavity’s sons headcanons. Refers to my OCs Hisluna and Bloodypaws.

#cats-pril2023 #cats-prilday23 #cats the musical fanfic #platoria #cats the musical #cats the musical fandom #cats the musical headcanons #cats fanfic

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “not-so-random suggestive and non-suggestive” prompts 

“How was your sleep?” “Mm.. It was good. Better.” “Better how?” “Better because you’re here.” (THE WAY I GOT SO FLUSTERED WTF)

“That’s my girl/boy,” Character B murmurs in a hushed voice, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair while Character A rests their head on their chest, trying to catch their breath. (THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT INTERNALLY, THE AUDACITY HE AUDACITIED??? WHAT THE FUCK??? EXCUSEEEE MEEEEEE??? BTW, SIR, HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS IN THE MORNING-)

“Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make,” Character B groans, thrusting their hips up into Character A’s and Character A whimpering softly at that. (Okay so I added the fuck at the start because it’s hotter this way bUTTTT WKGKSKFS PLSSSSS I JUST- OH MY GOD, I think I just realised that dialogue to me is SO IMPORTANT LMFAOOO)

“There are two hot things in this room right now: you, and the temperature.” (LET ME BREATHE, DAMNNNN) 

“Mmm, I’m gonna hog the bed so you can’t get on,” Character A murmurs, laying sprawled out on the bed. “That’s fine, I can just lay on you,” Character B says, making their way to the bed. “…Are you calling me a bed?” Character A questions as Character B gets on top of them, careful not to crush them under their weight. “Yeah, you're my bed,” Character B murmurs, snuggling close to Character A. (FUCKCKKCKXKDKKSKGKAKD HE’S JUST OUT HERE FLIRTING TO THE MAX WITH ME AND LEAVING ME SPEECHLESS TF)

“I told you my bed’s cozy,” Character B says, chuckling as they make their way over to Character A, who’s snuggled up under the covers. They pull the cover back and climb into the bed next to Character A, wrapping their arms around them. “And now it’s even cozier,” Character B murmurs into Character A’s neck. “Because you’re here?” Character A questions playfully. “Yeah,” Character B answers.

A laughter filled tickling play fight session somehow turning into them making out, turning into Character A straddling Character B, head thrown back in pleasure as they grind their hips against Character B’s while Character B holds onto their hips, thrusts matching the momentum of Character A’s movements.  

Spending way too much time tickling each other, peals of laughter coming from them both as they both try to attack each other’s sensitive spots. (His laughter is so cute AND I REALLY MISS HIM PLS WJDSK)

Morning cuddles and kisses as sunlight spills into the room.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good once we get there, yeah?” (MY HONEST REACTION WAS LITERALLY “???” I JUST?? WHAT?? SINCE WHEN WAS HE- AND HIM SWEARING? HOT HOT HOT HOT WKGKAKS)

Character A taking Character B’s hand into theirs while they’re driving. “You can drive with one hand, right?” they ask with a little grin, and Character B chuckles and nods. “Of course I can.” (HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND IS SO HOT BYE)

Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (can he PLEASE manhandle me-)

“Okay, I’ll let you tickle me wherever you want if you give me one kiss.” (He lied a few times AHAHA, dodged my attacks instead after I gave him his kisses bruhhh) 

Character B lending their clothes to Character A since Character A’s staying the night. (The way I smelled like him AHHHH)

The soft “yeah?” Character B would mutter in response when they’re messing around with Character A and noises would fall from Character A’s mouth, involuntarily.

Stopping their play fight every now and again to kiss each other. 

Character B flirting with Character A and Character A not knowing how to respond other than half groaning and half laughing and calling them insufferable (affectionately). (Like I said, I’m romantically constipated-) 

Character B laughing every time Character A calls them annoying and insufferable whenever they flirt with them. 

Character A leaning in to kiss Character B… And then using that opportunity to tickle them when Character B’s guards are down. 

Them just laughing with each other at the dumbest shit until they’re out of breath; finding comfort and joy in each other’s company. 

Character A teasing Character B with how ticklish they are on certain spots. 

Character B tugging at the hem of Character A’s top, wanting to take it off, but Character A shakes their head and Character B immediately respects that by backing off a bit. (I’m including this because I don’t think people understand that any signs of no means no. Some people need to take notes for real)

“So… Are you going to stay over tonight?” “…Mm, maybe next time.” “You always say next time, though.” (EWLKNFWELN He really wanted me to stay, and I clearly folded so um pwnfewklnf) 

“I’m sorry if I’m like… Slow with all of this? I’m not experienced with any of this, and I don’t know what I’m doing. And I don’t think I’m ready for… You know.” “And that’s fine. Like I said, we’ll take it slow; we’ve got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other, hm?” (WHEN I SAY I WAS GOING WEKJFNEWJKNEWFLN WHEN HE REASSURED ME, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHH)

Character B climbing back into bed after taking their morning shower to get more cuddles in with Character A before they have to go to work.

“You can just change in here if you want.” (WO4HKLWFN THIS FUCKING MAN LMFAOOO, the way I didn’t listen and went to the bathroom to change because I’m still feeling too embarrassed to change in front of him even though he’s kind of seen me topless before)

Hugging each other a little tighter, and Character A mumbling, “God, I really don’t want to leave” before they part ways.

“The way you keep running around in my mind everyday… How dare you?” Character A mumbles. “Well, is there a problem with that?” Character B questions with a chuckle. (I’m bold for this one, praise me LKNEFKLNWG)

The constant check ins from Character B, to make sure Character A’s all good and well. (every prompt list has this because it’s something I’ll always fucking harp on about lmao)

Character B grasping Character A’s wrists so they’d stop attacking their ticklish spots, pulling them in for a kiss instead. (He did this SO MANY TIMES AND FAILED SO MANY TIMES AHAHA, I’m a sneaky menace) 

Character A pulling the Spiderman kiss on Character B while Character B’s lying down. (I WANNA KISS HIM MORE FUCKSLKFNES’F)

Character A waking up in Character B’s clothes and in their bed, hair all mussed up and sporting a faint mark on their neck. (I think I uh… I think I like having marks on my neck?? Made by him, specifically, IDK wpeofnew;nf)

Get home safe! Love you lots and lots, Character B texts Character A. (THE WAY I SMILED WHEN I SAW HIS TEXT WHILE HEADING TO THE STATION AHAHA, it wasn’t even ten minutes since we parted and he sent me this and I was fangirling about it to my friends AHAHA) 

“Aren’t you going to get up now? You gotta get to work,” Character A says, poking Character B’s side. “Mmm, five more minutes,” Character B murmurs, pulling Character A closer to them. (HE’S SO CLINGY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHDFOEKNF)

Character A realising they might actually be falling in love, slowly but surely, with Character B. (YEAH SO THIS IS A REVELATION AND A HALF AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT) 

#long post #based on personal experience 😮‍💨 #so sorry for all of the commentary HAHAH #and yes before you say anything i’m living the fanfic life for you all LESNFNLK #cat guy chronicles #writing prompts #prompts #dialogue prompts #writing scenarios #otp prompts #suggestive prompts #smut prompts #fluff prompts #non-suggestive prompts

[donutz]

Yandere Dogday x smiling critters cat reader

A/N|| I kind of.. Completely forgot that Dogday was supposed to be a yandere, but he really wouldn't do much as one so... I think it's okay! ^_^

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Shaymi999 ☆

Your ‘name’ was SleepyMew. Not so good is it? Well stick with it, it’s what they named you. You had some resemblance to Catnap, you both were about sleeping, and you two were cats.

So when you arrived, the other critters were all over you, saying that you were similar to Catnap. While Catnap stared from the shadows. 

It wasn’t impossible to see him up there, cats do have night vision after all.

While almost every critter was surrounding you, Dogday stayed behind. Getting a gooood look at you. You noticed that too.

Dogday snapped out of his trance and told the other critters to not crowd you, especially since you’re new.

He asked for your name and you said, “SleepyMew, though I don’t like the name…” You rubbed your eye, because you were just sooo sleepy!

One unique thing about you is that you didn’t have a permanent smile, you could actually move your mouth. Even with your cool feature, nobody was jealous. They found it amazing!!

“Well I like the name!” Dogday exclaimed, causing the other critters to look at each other. Not curious, noooo, they think somethin new is goin on with Dogday.

“He has a crush on Mew.” KickinChicken whispered to Hoppy Hopscotch, and since dog’s have excellent hearing Dogday heard every bit of Kickin’s claim, “Hey! I do not!”

Kickin realized he was caught and said, “What? I never said that?? Man who said that…” Causing the other critters to giggle.

“... Anyways! Would you like to be shown around the place?” Dogday questioned you, still suspicious of what Kickin said.

“Uhh, yeah sure.”

“Great! Come this way!” He softly grabbed your wrist and led you towards areas of playcare.

Even Catnap was a little bit suspicious of Dogday’s feelings.

After Dogday gave you a tour around the place, you settled in and started doing what you were made for. Calming down the kids. There were a few 5-6 year olds that were too excited, and the kids needed to be more chill for the activity.

You lazily walked over to them, asking their names. The kids stated them, and you dealt with their ecstatic energy. Meanwhile, Dogday was watching you deal with them, feeling both proud and impressed at your work.

His feelings growing bigger.

After a few months of working at playcare you and Dogday were together.

You two were sitting on the couch, while Dogday was right next to you, his leg over your lap. He has his arms lightly wrapping around your neck, his head laying on your shoulder. Obviously his tail was wagging.

“Hey… You know how people get rings on their finger in shows…” Dogday said.

“Yea, but how do you know that?”

“I saw it on a show once. Anyways, do you want that to be us?” He looked to your eyes.

You looked back at him, “Yea.”

After a few days you guys actually had this marriage. You didn’t expect it to happen but that was okay.

Cutely, you guys had these little toy rings, KickinChicken was the marriage officiant, “And you may now hug each other not just the bride.”

Then you two had a big hug, with a big smile on your face. Now that was rare.

Years later, all was hell, hundreds of dreaded screams filled even the smallest cracks of Playtime co.

All critters were trying to find a way to live, except one, Catnap.

Dogday was trying his best to get people to safety, while simultaneously worrying about you. “Where’s Catnap?!”

“Catnap is one of the murderers Dogday, we need to go.”

His eyes went wide, he never knew Catnap was doing this.

“WHAT?! How do you—”

“I saw it. I saw him violently kick away the children just so he can have his fill. Catnap isn’t going to leave with us, in fact, he’s following the Prototype.”

This was so sudden for Dogday, his best friend was the cause of all of this?!

“I know a spot where we can—” Your fur stood up, your hairs itching at your toy skin. Your irises went smaller and smaller, you slowly turned your head towards him. Towards Catnap.

The much bigger Catnap.

Knowing you were in danger, you started growling(you are a cat after all), but Dogday was… surprised. What you said was true, it’s not like he didn’t believe you, it’s just he didn’t expect to see it before his eyes.

“Dogday, run.” This was a fight between two cats, it’s better not to try to stop it. It can get quite bloody.

“WHAT?! NO I CAN’T—”

“GO.”

Reluctantly, Dogday sped away.

“THE PROTOTYPE WILL SAVE US.”

“...”

Then, the cat fight started.

Dogday was helping out others get to safety, as the nice dog he is… He was waiting for you. Hoping you’d make it out alive.

An hour later, he was looking for you. He found you! And you weren’t dead! You were very bloodied up, laying on the ground.

Dogday hurried over to you, happy you’re still alive. You wanted to yell out, tell him to not come over, but he is listening. So you shook your head really hard, something you did before this all happened. Why? Because that's how you indicated to not do it, to do anything(you did it when you didn’t want to talk). 

Thankfully, Dogday was watching you and not just doing actions. So he stopped. Catnap was right there, he could strike at any moment. You didn’t want that to happen to your precious Dogday.

Even if Dogday didn’t come out of the hallway he was in, Catnap still attacked. Well tried to. Dogday dodged in time and ran over to you, picking you up and high tailing it outta there.

You two managed to get to a somewhat safe area, and Dogday had time to be alone with you. There’s some bandages and rags in the area so he could heal you up, just a little bit.

Dogday was trying to calm down, but couldn’t. As the smiling critter who’s supposed to help relax others, you took action.

“It’s okay Dogday. I won’t die.”

“...” He looked up at you, with sincerity, “I should’ve never ran away…”

You cracked a small smile, “Hey, at least I got like… 5 scratches in?” Dogday furrowed his eyebrows a little, “Mew don’t joke around right now.”

“Sorry…”

After all this time, you wondered where Dogday was. Alive, hopefully. Apparently an angel entered the building, and was able to get by all the chances of death.

You don’t know where they are now, but you hope they could save Dogday.

“Hey.. It’s… Okay it’s not alright, but try to think about the positive things..” Poppy comforted(tried to).

“I am, but it doesn’t help at all unless I know that he’s safe.” You were shivering, hoping the positive scenarios you thought of were true.

Few hours later, Poppy and Kissy found a safe place where the player, or Dogday, could be.

Though you didn’t know Dogday was going to be there.

So once you saw him, you sped over to where he was and picked him up(you were in your larger form like Dogday).

You were crying, that’s the first time you’ve cried, even when Catnap was nearly killing you.

“I miss you so much love..” … Love? That’s a new one.

“Since when did you start calling me love?” You said with a smirk.

Dogday got a little flustered, “Uhm, I remembered that you didn’t really like your name, so I just thought of it…”

“Mhm.” You looked down and saw that he had no lower half. “Oh, that’s also new. Is that why you were so light?”

“... Yes.”

“Hm, player, do you know how to put together his body?”

They nodded and they immediately started working on putting his body back together.

After an hour, he finally had his legs back, he was still shorter than you though. “Hah! I’m tallerrrr!!” You bragged.

“... Really…?” He wasn’t annoyed, in fact he was happy, that he gets to see your smile again.

Player suddenly remembered that they found a ring while ‘adventuring’.

They mentioned it and asked if that’s anyone’s ring. Yours and Dogday’s eyes went wide. “Dogday is that your—”

“MY RING!!”

The player unknowingly just caused the biggest reaction from you two, just because they wanted to search around a little more.

“Angel, where did you find this?!”

They said it was in this area with a big paw pillow in the room.

“Catnap was keeping your ring?” You questioned.

It went silent, not for too long as your cat growls slowly filled the area.

“I’m killing that stupid cat.”

“Love, don't say that!”

He was secretly hoping you’d actually do it.

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