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thevenuscross · 9 months

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just come over and bite me | oneshot

summary: you graciously accepted to cat-sit alpine for bucky while he’s away each month. you knew he was a vampire, hell his fangs gave everything away, but what you didn’t expect to find out was that your blood gives him heaven.

pairing: vampire!bucky x fem reader

warnings: (I cannot control readers who read this but if you know you cannot handle these warnings, for the sake of your sanity, don’t read this piece), biting kink, HUGE blood kink, huge age gap, reader is 23 and bucky is like 106 but he appears 32, plot porn, pnv, really emo angsty in the beginning for some reason, mentions of blood, vulgar language, size kink if you squint hard, nicknames (doll, love, sweetheart, sir, baby), mentions of period sex, prey/predator dynamics if u squint, he guides you through it, marking kink, dry humping, staircase sex, he hadn’t have sex in a while, spit play/kink, he never says good girl but it feels like he does LOL you’ll see what i mean, pregnancy mentions but reader doesn’t get pregnant(you’ll see again), if i miss anything so sorry

authors note: this is my first smutty oneshot and i decided to go with a bang of a banger. vampires! i have weird obsessions and one of them is vampire people. like yes suck my blood you dracula wannabe. medical stuff may be wrong but i just wanted vampire bucky to fuck someone. who cares about logistics! its porn! anyways, bucky is the victim for this vampire smut but overall, i hope this is up to people’s expectations because i just wrote it and never looked back to edit it LOL! anyways, the smut is down below. :)

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It was supposed to be two easy days of cat-sitting Alpine. Just like you always had every month. You cat-sit her and you earn two hundred at the end. It was all great doing this for him, especially for you. Sure it never quelled the tiny (huge) crush you had for the man but it was helpful cash for you. Plus, he confessed to you after six months of doing this that it did get lonely for him at times so, you were happy he considered you somewhat as a friend. And that he trusted you to some degree.

You knew his secret. He’s a vampire and that his monthly vacations were to quell his thirst. It wasn’t hard for you to figure all of this out and the way you found out never made sense to him, but you knew his soul. He knew yours.

It was just…you never expected to see him at his front door in the middle of the night, a whole day early from his bloody trip, staggering while he’s on his knees as blood was coated his body and clothes. The redness seeped into his floors. A tiny puddle of red slowly emerged as the darkness swallowed the color deeper. His face was flushed and beaten, his eyes barely opening.

“Oh my god.” You choked out.

You carefully placed Alpine down on the couch and rushed over to him, placing tender hands on his forehead, “What happened, Bucky?”

Bucky, with whatever strength he had left, tried to push you away from him but you stayed put, your clean hands now painted with his blood. He mumbled something incoherent as his head spinned and spinned. The air was getting dazier and thicker for him. The figure of you blurry.

“Bucky?”

He shut his eyes to wallow the pain. “You need,” He winced, trying to even his breathing as he held onto his stomach, “You need to go.”

You shook your head, inching yourself closer to him to inspect how badly the bruises on his face were before your eyes worriedly searched his body. You then used your hands to pat around and when you found the wound spot, you quickly tore off your sweatshirt. Luckily you wore a tank top underneath.

Bucky gazed upon you and started shaking his head, “Please, go. You don’t need to do this for me.”

“Are you kidding me?” You furrowed your brows as you gently moved his hands away from the wound and wrapped your sweatshirt to keep the blood from oozing out more, “Bucky, I’m your friend.”

“You’re my cat sitter.”

“You’re only saying that now cause I’m helping you.”

You disregarded how his blood was on your hands, on your favorite sweatshirt. At this point, it didn’t matter to you. This man single handedly saved your life with the money he gave you every month and to think you’ll just stand around without helping him was bullshit to you.

With quick succession, you wrapped a careful arm under his arms and hoisted him so he was able to lean on you somewhat despite his taller height. You watched him intently to see what he needed, what his face was like, what medical attention he needed.

You couldn’t let him bleed out like this even if you knew he was an immortal vampire.

Bucky stumbled a bit as you guys started to walk to the nearest bathroom. He would hiss as he moved, his face scrunched in such a way it made your heart break. His body was slumped on you mostly and you used whatever strength you had to carry this bigger man.

Pressing down on his wound, his mind still waving in and out, his eyes gazed upon your dizzy figure. “I’ll heal.” He mustered out but the way his grip tightened on you made his statement unbelievable.

“Self-healing or not, you need medical attention, Bucky.”

He frowned, mumbling, “No I don’t…”

“Whoever told you the lie that you don’t need it is a bullshitter. You’re not Batman. Just tell me what I need to do.”

You two managed to make it to the downstairs restroom. You quickly heated up a warm bath to wash him up and found some medical supplies from the sink’s cabinet. He stopped protesting against your help and let you shimmy him out of his clothes.

You pried your eyes away when you helped him take off his slacks, but you couldn’t help the disgusting urge to look at him exposed all the way. But you kept the boundaries in check, never looked below his lower half. He needed help whether he believed it or not.

The whiteness of the bathroom had splatters of the red on little spots. His clothes made the wall painted red, the doorknobs you opened were painted in the red. And when you ushered him in the hot water to wash off his blood, the water turned a lukewarm red quickly.

You cautiously cleaned the wound he had on his stomach, wiping the rest of his blood clean everywhere on his chiseled body. His erratic breaths soon turned quaint as he let you clean him. Your eyes stayed on his face to stop them from looking anywhere else on his body.

The only sounds in the restroom were the splashes of water and his occasional wince or hiss.

You were softly rubbing the bar of soap over his stomach where the wound. You absorbed every reaction from his face. His frown, his scrunched face, his brows furrowed. You took it all to see when the cleaning was too much. His eyes were shut the entire time, trying to keep the loopiness down.

“Doll…” He muttered.

You leaned in closer to hear him clearer, “Yeah?”

His hand slowly grasped your wrist and you gulped, your heart pittering. He opened his eyes, his head tilting so he could see you better. His eyes were low and dark as he moved your hand to his chest, metaciously watching your every breath, every move, every reaction.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a faint smile and ignored the way your stomach was flipping with this burning desire, “I would’ve done it in a heartbeat.”

“And you did.” Bucky jokes and the two of you sweetly chuckle but the moment falters when he hissed loudly, his head rolling back and his eyes back to being shut. “Fuck.”

“Here,” You pulled the drain from the tub fast, “Let’s put you in a robe so I can stitch your wound.”

You turned around to find one of his robes but his hand pulled you back roughly to the spot you sat at. Confused by his action, you looked at him to see him shake his head.

“I just want to rest now.”

Even though you were afraid the wound wouldn’t heal when you dragged him to his bedroom, he reassured you it was alright. (Though you still wrapped the wound with a bandage). You gave him a robe so he was able to sleep in some clothes rather than lay naked. Plus it was easier than dressing him knowing you were going to be face to face with his dick.

It eased your heart a little knowing that.

He fell asleep the minute he was covered in blankets and when his head hit the fluffy pillow of his. Little Alpine came strolling and took her place right next to him. She meowed while looking at you, as if telling you to come too in bed, but you told yourself no that’s delusional and you closed the door quietly so you could take a shower.

Yet you couldn’t sleep that night. Even after you took your shower and wore the silk black pajama Bucky gave you as a present. The second day was sleepless too. You took care of Alpine as usual but this time you waited by his door in case he needed something. By the third day where Bucky had rested like he was in a coma, you were growing restless with this urgent need bellowing in the bottom of your stomach. Combined that with your tired self, you were bitchy to yourself to say the least.

On the fourth night when you washed the pajama set (seeing how the clothes you were when he was bloody got bloodied, it was hard to wash off blood), you laid in the bedroom that Bucky claimed was yours while you were over cat-sitting. Sure you were extending your stay, but you were worried for him and if he wasn’t awake soon, you were sure he wouldn’t like to see his cat meowing and purring cause no one took care of her.

And for the first time in ages, you tried sleeping. You had your eyes shut tight and you snuggled with another pillow on the bed. There you pushed images of the beach, hiking, anything you would deem peaceful to help you sleep. But nothing worked because your random thoughts would shift to Bucky going down on you, biting you, grazing his fangs over your lips, him eating you out while you’re on your period—

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You moved your fingers to touch your lower lip and let out an annoyed huff when you realized you bit down hard, specks of blood started to drip. Frustrated, you went out of the bedroom and walked down the hallway to reach the grand staircase. You kept your hand on your mouth to stop the cut from flowing more blood.

You were six down from the stairs when you stopped, hearing footsteps from above.

“Doll?” His voice was raspy and low, maybe even a hint of sultry in it. “You’re still here?”

You whipped around to face him and the relief spread throughout. With your hand still covering your mouth, you nodded, “Of course I am,” You mumbled, “Someone had to take care of Alpine.”

He didn’t smile. But he smelled an intriguing aroma coming from you, the boxers he put on before leaving now tightening. He leveled his breathing as he started to make his slow descent towards you and you were pretty certain he was hunting you.

The way his eyes slanted and how dominating his presence was gave you this exciting feel in your core. Your thighs clenched when he stopped in front of you, one of his hands gently tugging your wrist to unwrap the gift you were beholding from him; your dripping blood.

“May I see it, love?”

You held back a whine as you nod, never looking away from his eyes. It seemed like his wounds and pain were healed. The bruise that was near his eye disappeared.

He moved your hands away from your bleeding lip. His eyes gazed upon your blood coated fingertip. He was trying hard to control himself. His jaw clenched as he reached his hand closer to your lips, peering down at you through his eyelashes.

“May I?”

“Yes.”

Your heart was beating fast as he glided his finger over your blood. Like he was a scientist, he sucked your blood off your finger and it was like tension rolled off of him. He towered over you and placed tender hands on your cheeks, gently pulling your face closer to his.

Both of your heads touched and you couldn’t deny how this situation made you feel.

“Do you know how long I wanted to taste you, doll?” His head tilt made you feel like he was taunting you, his words making your head turn into the thought of that, “Every damn month when you show up on my doorstep with that pretty little face of yours, your smell overwhelms me.”

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips. Your body squirmed around, hips trying to reach him but he inched his lower half away.

“Did you know?” He asked, his warm breath clouding your senses as he turned you into mush.

“No.”

He breathed in deep. His thumb started to trace your cheek in delicacy as he stared at your face for a while. Relishing the small reactions you gave to his touch, his words.

“Would you give me the permission to taste you even more? Touch you where you want it?”

You gazed up at him with fast nods. Your body was heated with this lustful energy and you just wanted him now selfishly. Like all of the small dreams you had of him came true.

“Need you to use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes…please.”

His tongue glided across his lips at your words, your eyes concentrated on how they glistened after. The light of the moon fell perfectly on you both. His eyes bounced to your lips and to your eyes and when you nodded again to push him to the edge, his lips engulfed yours.

It was gentle. His hands moved to your hair, to your neck, to your face, anywhere that he could touch you. He started to guide you down so you two could sit on the wide staircase, comfortable enough than standing. He leaned back on the railing, the sensual kiss pursuing. He licked your lips and rolled you on top so you were straddling him.

He produced deep grunts when he tasted your blood and when your hip started to grind against his in a desperate manner. He felt your wetness soak his boxers, his dick erecting harder at that feeling.

You moaned when his tongue experimentally prodded against yours. He assumed from your reaction it was alright and his tongue met yours again, your hands combing through his hair for some form of grounding. His nails traced your back in a repeated pattern as he bucked his hips into yours and you moaned in surprise, breaking the kiss.

The both of you catched your breaths, your chest heaving. His spit combined with yours covered your mouth, the blood he went in search for gone. You gulped and was ready to kiss him back, but his face had gone to the crook of your neck. His fangs grazing your skin, earning him shuddery breaths and goosebumps from you.

He nibbled in different areas to find your sweet spot. He listened to your every reaction and when he finally found the spot, he began sucking, and placed his hands on your hips to help you grind against his crotch. He didn’t give you a hickey, no, with a test of his fangs, he bit into your neck, holding you still as you gasped out.

“Shit!” You muttered, your forehead laying on his.

He drank your blood slowly as he didn’t want you to pass out on him but fuck, he wanted you to get used to this. He couldn’t get enough of your blood. He groaned when it reached his tongue. It was hard for him to stop, especially when you moaned and whined next to his ear, urging him to keep doing it.

But he let go. His desperation was clear when he licked over the spot he bit into to swallow more of your blood. He looked over at his bite mark proudly, loving the way you were marked. With your blood covering his fangs and mouth, he looked up at you.

“How did it feel, love?”

You moaned, arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to grind on him.

“It felt good.”

“Yeah?” He slowed your grinding, wanting you to look at him for a moment. “I enjoyed it. Your taste fucking gives me life.” He planted a kiss on your cheek, pecking his lips to your jawline, chin, neck, before grazing your lips, coating yourself in your blood, “What else did you want me to do, huh?

You hummed as you tried to push down on his clothed dick again, but his hands held a firm grip on your hips. “Fuck, Bucky, please.” You whined desperately into his ear, earning yourself a deep chuckle. “This isn’t funny at all.”

“I need you to use your words, doll. I’m not gonna do anything else unless you give me permission.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“My pleasure.”

Your lips crashed onto his. This time it was passionate. He let his fangs graze your lips and every time you shuddered or moaned, he would hump against you. You tugged on his tongue and he hummed, his hands gripping on your hips tightly now.

He did the same to you, but he eased you down on your back, his knee spreading your legs open. He soon planted kisses all over your face and neck, his hands clasping your shirt so he could unbutton it. You watched him, seeing his hands expertly doing so.

You looked at the beautiful sight in front of you. With his beefy body on top, no shirt on, and the clear erection he was keeping in his boxers, you only got more wet. You wanted to clamp your thighs together but he knee kept spreading you apart.

Bucky took your shirt off and stared lustfully at your uncovered breasts. He started to massage them, giving you tiny peeks to see if this was pleasuring for you. When he got his answer, he licked the nipple and relished in the way you rolled your head back, your back arching at the sudden warm temperature.

He gave your boobs the attention they deserved. With one hand massaging the other or squeezing your nipple sometimes while he sucked and licked the other and then he would switch. You could only moan at the worship he was giving your body, your hands beginning to tug on his hair.

He sucked on one of your breasts before releasing it with a pop, circling his spit over your nipples. He glanced at your disheveled self, “Does this feel good, love?”

You groaned at the raspiness in his voice. Nodding, your face scrunched in pleasure, “It feels good, Bucky.”

“Finally responding to my questions, hm?” He nibbled on your ear, his hands dragging their way towards your shorts, teasingly tugging on the hems of it, “You know how to be good, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” You whined, “I know how to be good.”

Bucky grinned. With a slow taunt, he got rid of your shorts and placed them somewhere near. He dragged his fingers towards the outline of your panties, rubbing his thumb in a circle on the inside of your thighs. He hummed at your desperate pleas, leaning himself closer as he started to kiss your jawline.

His fingers, so close yet so far, grazed your pussy through your underwear and you whined, bucking your hips up to find his fingers. He gently tapped your cheek so you could open your eyes, and cupping your cheek so softly, he whispered, “I want you to stare at me while I finger you.”

Fuck.

You nodded, staring into his eyes that intently stared into yours. You couldn’t even watch his fingers take your panties off or watch his fingers barely miss your throbbing cunt. You wanted to look away from his eyes so you could grab his wrist and do the work instead, but his eyes held you in your place.

One finger found your clit and you quietly gasped, resisting yourself to flutter your eyes shut. His finger started to rub your clit. Your thighs clamped on his hand but he used his knee to widen your legs again.

The more he waited and teased, the more wet you got.

“Bucky, please—“

“Shhh,” His finger dipped to your entrance and you whined, trying to grind on his finger but he simply moved it away, “It’s okay, doll. You’ll get what you want soon enough. Just keep those precious eyes on me.”

His finger went back to your wet pussy and he gathered your slick, humming when he realized how wet you were for him. Tilting his head, he found your entrance and with one finger, he pushed his finger little by little, watching how your eyebrows bunched up together and much you wanted to look away but you kept your eyes on him, letting him soak in your pleasured expression.

He didn’t move his finger for quite some time, letting you grind helplessly on his finger to find the relief yourself. The sight alone had him leaking in boxers.

Then he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly, testing you. You moaned, your hands trying to find something to grasp on. The obscene and slick noises coming from your pussy and your moans were the only sounds around you guys.

Your hand grabbed onto the railing behind you. The intense staring was hot and it only made you want more of his fingers inside of you, pumping fast. You wanted him to find your release. Let him stare at you while you orgasm.

You moaned loudly when he started to pick up his pace, his other hand finding your breasts. He spit on them, using his spit like a lube as he massaged your boobs like he did before.

“Bucky.” You drawled out his name, mumbling cuss words under your breath, “Don’t stop, please.”

But like a tease he was, he pulled out his finger, smirking when you groaned. You pulled yourself up on your elbows and glared at him, “You’re such an ass, you know that?”

He shrugged.

“Bucky—“ You gasped when he inserted two fingers inside you. You huffed, resting on your back now at the new feeling, ignoring even staring at him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Am I an ass now?”

Frustrated, you shot out your hand to his boxers and touched his throbbing dick. He grunted, eyes closing shut. His stomach tightened when you began stroking him through his boxers.

“Shit doll.” He groaned out, quickening his pace with his fingers. “This makes me want to fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck me, please.”

He pulled out his fingers again, much to your dismay, but he pulled down his boxers with your help. You stared at his dick and the way his precum glistened and leaked out. You supposed there was always another month to suck the hell out of it.

He settled you into a position as he pumped his dick. His eyes relished in the sight of your wet pussy, seeing the way it clenched around nothing. He bit his lip and positioned his dick to your entrance, looking at you, “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky used your slickness to lube the tip of his head. Guiding it to your hole, he slowly inched his dick inside, losing all of his self control when he heard you strung out moans and gasps.

He pushed himself all the way inside, his head over yours and his arms besides your head. Veins popped out from his neck as he shuddered at the feel of your pussy stretching and taking his dick.

Clenching his eyes, he bottomed out and the both of you groaned at the feeling. Your hands wrapped around his arms, nails digging into his skin. He grunted, snaking his mouth to your neck where he thrusted his hips.

You moaned and he couldn’t help himself anymore. After years of not having sex, he couldn’t help but to chase your high.

“I’m so sorry, doll.”

“Why are you—fuck!” You shouted.

Bucky slapped his hips against yours repeatedly, grunting each time he did. His arms gave up on him as he wrapped them around your back while you wrapped yours around him. He listened to your breathy moans in his ear, the primal rage in him wanting to go harder, but he restrained himself from doing so.

He felt the way your boobs moved up and down on his chest and when you started grinding your hips against him at the same pace he was going at. It was all so warm, he knew he couldn’t hold in his release for much longer if you kept doing this.

“Where do you want me to cum, doll?” He groaned out, caging you closer to him. “I, fuck, you feel so good. The way you’re clamping down on me, shit, feels like heaven.”

“Cum in me…please, sir.”

“Fuck.”

He didn’t speed up his movements but the nickname you used for him lit up a fire in him. He kissed your neck, licking over the mark he made, now littering you with purple hickeys. “You have no idea how good you feel. How badly do you want to cum?”

“Very badly?”

“Yeah?” He thrusted deeply, you moaning loudly, “You want to cum? You can cum, love. Want you to cum while I’m fucking you like this. I know this pussy wants to cum so bad. Come on, doll, cum. You got this.”

You moaned. The coil in your stomach churned when he talked to you. So cooing. With one last thrust, your thighs clenched as you groaned, cumming while he fucked you through it.

“I got you, fuck, yeah, I got you.”

He didn’t hold out for long after you did as he grunted and came inside of you. You hummed when he did, your pussy becoming sensitive the more he slowly thrust into you to finish both of your releases.

Panting, his head fell onto your shoulder, giving you tiny kisses where his mouth was. He pulled out his dick and watched his cum leak out. Fuck, there was no way he could consider you just his cat-sitter anymore.

He used his boxer to wipe down there for you, apologizing when you moved your hips away. You yawned, the tiredness catching up to you. Bucky grinned and lifted you up, letting you wrap around him as he carried you to his bedroom.

“If you get pregnant, I swear I won’t leave you.”

You laughed against his neck, “I have the arm implant. Trust me, I’m not getting pregnant, Bucky.”

“So my name is Bucky now, huh? No more sir?”

“Oh, shut it.”

He cleaned you up in his own bathroom. You fell asleep in the tub before he even finished. Cleaning himself off, he puts you in clean nightwear clothes and carries you to his bed. He covered you in blankets and kissed your forehead before moving to the other side, cuddling you.

It was safe to say you came over more than once a month.

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selineram3421 · 1 year

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Alastor X Human Reader: Arson Cat

You adopted your cat when finding them playing with an old box of matches in an alleyway nearby your place.

The poor thing was soaking wet. Good thing you had a rag on you. They were at least a few weeks old.

Once at home you set the fire on at the fireplace, getting tuna and water. Before anything you had to warm them up.

The cat purred while getting pets, feeling warm and cozy. Watching the fire.

Love at first sight lol🔥

When the fire place wasn't on, your cat would meow. Looking around for you to turn it back on.

Of course you couldn't do that during the summer, so you bought candles.

So. Many. Candles.

Mistake #1: Leaving your cat unattended with a candle.

A rug you had caught on fire because the cat pushed the candle over the edge of your coffee table.

They got fussy when you put the fire out.

"Mroow", your cat meowed, obviously upset with how much their tail was flicking.

"Yes, fire is pretty but when it gets really big we won't have a place to live in anymore.", you said, sweeping up what was left of the rug.

Mistake #2: Letting your cat on the kitchen counters. Specifically, the one side with the stove.

Your cat likes to watch you cook. At least that's what you thought, but really they were just interested in the pretty blue and yellow flames coming from the stove top.

All it took was one minute. You went to get something from the fridge and your cat brought a napkin to the stove, placing it right by the fire.

The fire alarm nearby went off, making you drop everything from your hands to cover your ears.

You quickly opened a window and turned on the kitchen fan that you keep forgetting to do when cooking. Then you got rid of the fire and cleaned up.

Again, your little arsonist was not happy. Meowing in an offended tone.

"You are banned from sitting on this side of the counter.", you boop their nose and move them to sit by the sink. "You can't get close."

Mistake #3: Not telling friends/family/pet sitters about your cat's fascination with fire.

You got a call during work. Thankfully you were on break and could take the call. "Hello?"

"Your cat started a fire."

That's all it took for you to tell your boss that an emergency came up and you had to leave early.

With your hands on your hips, you stared down at the cat who was licking their paws as if nothing happened.

"You can't start fires when other people are watching you.", you cross your arms.

Hehehehehehehehehehe

Your cat doesn't like fireworks. Ironic right?

They do like sparklers.

You'll leave your t.v. on with a YouTube video of just fire for ten hours when you're out. Sound and everything.

You hide anything that can start a fire. Gotta cover that crystal ball and put it away. All the candles you bought? Stored and replaced with fake battery operated ones.

Birthdays are..ok. Your cat watches the candle flame as you sing happy birthday. You have to blow it out quick and replace it with a fake one.

All in all, your cat is well behaved....

And then Alastor comes along~

Lol 🎤and then a hero comes along🎵🎶

You thought your cat was bad? Hoho.. Alastor just encourages your little baby.

He makes a fire ball in his hand one day and your cat is hooked. Following the red man around for him to make more fire. They started to get along.

He lets your cat sit somewhat close by when cooking. "Not too close! We don't want fur in the food!"

Then theirs times when its quiet. Too quiet...

When you notice the silence, you get up and look around for your cat. They are eventually found but somehow they have soot on their paws.

It confuses you a ton when you look for a possible fire but see absolutely nothing burnt.

One day you find out why there's been so many house fires. Seeing your demon roommate literally teleport your cat.

"Wha-", you blink and your cat is brought back.

"Meow!", your cat paws at Alastor.

"Hello my darling!", he smiles innocently as if he did nothing.

"I-", you take a deep breath. "Why are you teleporting my cat?"

"Just letting them stretch their legs!"

Your phone buzzes and you see a news update. Clicking on it, there's a story on another house fire.

"........."

Mistake #4: Letting Alastor know about your cat starting fires.

Arson cat deserved their own headcanons.

~Seline, the person.

From this headcanon➡ 🔥here🔥

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cdub-95 · 4 months

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Corby-“Keep rubbing almost there…. come on cum for mommy….. cum all in that diaper for step mommy… I wanna wear mommy’s g/string over my diaper. Come on keep humping!!! Ahhh!!!

*opens eyes

*step mother walks into bedroom”

“Hey Corby… it’s dark in here again. You know how I feel about the lights being off in there and you having the PS5 in there after dark….”

The rooming smelling of baby powder,wipes, and petroleum jelly, and with the PS5 still hooked up she knew what was going on. My step mom always knew about my special condition, which inhibited me to wear diaper but on top of that saw my micro penis everyday…. It was both stimulating and humiliating, to have a mature milf like her change my diaper everyday.

This was my POV today after getting my little booty hole wiped clean…. She took a long look during today’s change, she’s always paranoid that I am sticking toys up there.

As of lately though i have found her much more attractive and can hardly get through a diaper change without needing a second diaper…. Fuck I was so close to cumming. Little did my step mommy know, I had a nice 3 inch plug vibrating until she came in the room and interrupted.. fuck did she look good

“Corby… this is the 3rd babysitter this month. You know I have to work from home…. I’m don’t have time with your bullshit. If the babysitter needs me tell her to text me. I have a lot of fitness videos to shoot and content to create. Oh and btw, I turned on parental setting to your phone and I found a pretty interesting picture of me on there… you like my yellow leggings. We all talk later about this…

Anyway your baby sitter Katherine is here to handle you for the afternoon.”

In comes Ms.Katherine a beautiful brunette with the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen. She takes a good look at me and doesn’t even act like I’m there.

Katherine- “So this is him, how old are you?”

Corby- “ i just turned 20”

Katherine-“And you live with your step mom?

Corby- “I mean for now… but I am still getting

a job.

Immediately I feel myself getting just dominated by this woman. I didn’t know what to say… I opened my mouth to talk and

Katherine-“ Listen I don’t give a fuck about being your babysitter… actually babysit infants and toddlers… people who need to be diapered.

But you are a special case, you don’t need to be diapered because you are innocent. You need to be diapered to be humiliated.”

Katherine walked out of the room to go grab her “phone”. I was standing in the door, more anxious and heated than ever, planning my escape I thought of grabbing stuff and going to a friends. I grab my things, phone him I’m leaving and to expect me. I was still wearing a diaper because I didn’t have time to change out of it. I turn to the living room and notice Katherine recording me.

-Katherine “where you going my sweet diaper boy, or after today call you diaper girl??

My heart sank Katherine was wearing a very revealing top and all I saw were tits the size of basketballs and her cat like face. And something else???

-Katherine “ are you starring sweet girl? That’s okay everyone does. They can’t help it, when they see tits the size of mine they just go back to infancy. Who wouldn’t I mean imagine getting to nurse these everyday?? I’ll make you a deal if you can guess my bra size, I’ll titty fuck, give you a rim job and suck you off.

😭😂😭

I know you won’t guess it, I know you probably don’t even know how to take a bra off a girl. Im not worried.”

Corby-“My heart was racing I didn’t know an appropriate bra size other than watching porn and it was just what they said I didn’t know! I have a 1 inch dick I don’t ever get pussy! Um DD?????”

Katherine-“ you have one more guess.. i recommend you get it right”

*while she squeezes her tits together and spits in her mouth to make it wet.

Katherine-“ I know you want me to swallow down your cock corby”

-Corby “Um… I would say you are a G cup!!”

Katherine-“Wrong answer..” sorry but you have to live up to your half of the bet.

**Katherine slips her top back on but comes out with a 9 inch strap on

Your heart sinks…. What is going on. I’ve only watched porn, yeah I am a perv but I’m helpless girls don’t look at me and now miss Katherine wants to peg me?

-Katherine-“you want me to change your little diaper corby hmmm? You want Miss Katherine to take care of her little girly boy??? Wipe his little boy hole and clity? Make sure he’s clean no accidents or messes…. I know it’s hard when you have a milf like your step mom walking around the house. I know you take pictures of her… and wear her thongs. What else do you do???

Feeling like I’m going to pass out, I immediately start dirty talking back. I might have a 1 inch cock but I’m going to make this last..

-Corby “I put her thongs over my diapers when I think of her!” I put them in my mouth or over my head. I need to be put in my place please mistress”

-Katherine-“ I knew you were a dirty fucker, that’s why it’s time to change your diaper. You lay right down on that blanket there. Miss needs those legs up high… what’s this? What do we have here?

A plug??? I knew, little weasel. I thought we were going to have a nice day and give you a nice orgasm.. I guess fucking not. Push that little plug out. I don’t care if it hurts get it out… Legs up”

Katherine unstraps my diaper takes the plug out of my diaper and looks at my stretched out mess.

-Katherine-“ I didn’t expect you to be plugged up, you really are a perv. I’m so happy you didn’t guess my bra size, I’m going to make you mine after you wearing that plug in my presence. You really want to fuck me? Your cock is 1 inch long, you wouldn’t know what to do if I put my tits in your face. You deserve diapers, and you will need one for a while.”

*Katherine starts applying only petroleum jelly to your ass and balls area..

* Notices that your cock is getting rock hard and balls are getting full

Katherine- “oh does little Corby like that? Getting his prostate played with. I hear you moaning already. Well how about this..

* Straps on Diaper back to Corby but with hole around the anus area

* Katherine inserts 5 inches of strap on, and makes Corby squeal.

Katherine- “I need you to be loud Corby, be loud for Miss Katherine. Stare at Miss Katherine’s big bouncing tities. You are doing so well, but I need you to cum for miss Katherine.

Cum all in your diaper. No we aren’t done yet that’s not enough cum.”

Feeling the hot mess in the front of my diaper and the KY jelly leaking out the back hole, I thought it was over and I felt that the ecstasy was going to have more very sore. Miss Katherine comes back saying that I still haven’t been properly milked.

Flipping me on my back, she stuck a pair of my step mothers g strings in my mouth and ripped both of her giant tits and hung them right over my face too. Just a minute later she was a buzzing the front of diaper with her want vibrator calling me a a slut and fucking me with her strap. I lie there fully erect with another pair of full balls.

I was no match for Katherine.

Katherine- “You little pervy fuck, you loved getting fucked by your babysitter? Just being a sitting cum dumpster. I’m shocked by the amount you actually cum. I know you couldn’t help your self from cumming like that. Look at you, all your little holes are just leaking. You are still twitching.“

**turns the vibrator on high and rubs the underneath/bottom of your diaper area

“I think she’s gunna cum again.”

-Corby” Oh fuck… I’m cumming again mum mmm mum mmmm. Fuck I’m cumminngg

**Cums*** eyes roll back in head and fills diaper completely with warm cum

*Katherine unstraps diaper and sees it’s filled with cum

Katherine-“ Little diaper slut get carried away?

I knew how much you loved that. You know who else will love it? My friends when I show them the pictures I took of you after I pegged you and officially claimed another diaper virgin.

I’ll be expecting a gift every mother’s day”

#diaper sissy #diaper regression #domme mommy

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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Pro Hero Midoriya x non-PH Bakugo

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

BakuDeku au

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Art work not mine.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Miss Prissy Pants by LoreGold

Summary: Number One Hero Deku needs a pet/home sitter for his cat Cupcake while he's away on a mission.

Enter secret fanboy and pet sitter Katsuki.

Complete | 6 Chapters | SFW

Hero convention by Sariel19

Summary: Dekus lips were pulled into an attractive smirk, that had no right looking this hot.

“Alright, do you have something I should sign?”, asked the hero with his low but sweet voice.

— — —

OR Thirsty fanboy Katsuki has a meet and greet with his favorite Hero Deku.

Complete | 9 Chapters | NSFW

Of Scrubs and Strange Encounters by baku_bean

Summary: “My name is Katsuki and I’m a nurse here at Slate General Hospital. You doin’ okay?”

It takes a moment, but Izuku opens his eyes and makes a strong effort to focus on Katsuki’s face.

“Ka...Kats...Kacchan,” he slurs. The attempt at wakefulness is momentarily too much, so he closes his eyes and sinks back into the pillow. Katsuki’s mouth drops open, thoroughly affronted.

“Oi, I’m - who do you think you are?!”

— — —

Or that AU where Katsuki's a take-no-shit nurse and Izuku's a clumsier-than-he-should-be Pro Hero who continually lands himself in the care of his soon-to-be favorite nurse.

One Shot | SFW

entangled hands and skin by gochumilk

Summary: Hearing the familiar sound of their apartment door opening and Deku’s soft voice calling out “I’m home” immediately drags out a sigh of relief from Katsuki.

“Welcome home, nerd,” Katsuki says, deliberately clearing his throat when he realizes his voice comes out too softly.

(or quirkless katsuki pampers his pro hero boyfriend deku)

One Shot | SFW

A Painting is Worth a Thousand Words by Superior_CEO_of_Bunzuku

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki, full-time artist and borderline recluse, spends his free time painting his favorite Hero, Pro Hero Deku, as he takes his breaks on the rooftops across from his apartment building. Imagine his surprise when Deku catches him in the act on his balcony and decides to pay him a little visit.

Complete | 5 Chapters | NSFW

Online: Grind Zero by chocolatechiplague

Summary: "Listen, you want your eyeliner sharp enough to fucking kill a man and there's no fucking point going out if your highlight ain't poppin’," Grind Zero commented as he brushed powder across his cheekbones, adding a soft shimmer to his face. He looked into the mirror and pushed his lips into a pout, just to see how it would look before dragging his brush through the powder again, a little more to the top of his cheekbones for the dramatics. He reached for his eyeliner pencil and pointed it to the camera. He pushed his lips into a pout just for the effect before lining the dramatic wings he wanted to create on his eyes over top the smoky eyeshadow he had finished a few minutes prior."If you're not thinking about murder as you strut in the club, just go the fuck home, Becky. You're embarrassing yourself."

Katsuki bakugou is Japan's most loved camboy, taking a focus on makeup and testing its durability with help from his boyfriend prohero Deku, not that Grind Zero's fans would know that little detail.

One Shot | NSFW

Let me see your dick, Izuku by JoonEleven

Summary: "Huh?" Izuku blinked. His throat felt dry as he stared up at his new friend. The blonde had a blush across his face as he placed his glass of water on the table in front of him.

"I want to know how big your dick actually is. Let me see it."

One Shot | Quirkless Bakugo

Rated - Mature

Knot Typical by SweetFictionalDreams

Summary: Katsuki wasn’t your typical Omega, despite how many ‘pick me Omegas’ said that shit on the daily. Katsuki literally was not like your typical Omega. Not only did he tower over almost everyone he met, he was aggressive like a pissed cat and had the canines akeen to a wolf. His scent wasn’t like melting sugary candy or a summer breeze.

One Shot | NSFW | OmegaVerse

Tissue Damage by @amarisllis

Summary: “Oi. Just cuz you’re a pro-hero doesn’t mean you get to keep me waiting, shithead.”

Izuku stutters, eyes widening as he hesitantly hands the man his clipboard. “I, uh… huh?”

Well done. But in his defense, he wasn’t expecting this guy to be so gruff. The man smirks at him, cocking his head in a clear gesture to follow him. “C’mon. This way. You booked a massage session, right? Ya’ got me for the next hour.”

----

Or: the one where Izuku learns a thing or two about letting your guard down

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Finding You by Mikacrispy

Summary: During a rescue operation in a school, alpha pro hero Midoriya Izuku meets a spitfire teacher. He can't get the omega woman out of his head, so he decides to take a chance and ask her out on a date - and Katsuki decides to humor the big, dorky pro hero.

One Shot | SFW

OmegaVerse | Female Bakugo

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I would love to see your plushies collection! How many of them have names?

All of them!

And here they are!

These are Creamer and Angus! The trusty steeds of my stuffed animal collection! They didn't talk like the others, but they had some personality; both loyal, Creamer (the palomino) more friendly and Angus (the black one) more guarded.

These two are Katy and Lucy/Andy. Katy (grey) is the more timid one, and was given to me by my younger brother. Lucy is a friendly and outgoing person, but when I made her a boy, 'Andy' he was more of a jokester and risk taker. Lucy/Andy was given to me for the Christmas my dad was overseas, in my stocking. My mom had an identical one that I loved to bits, so she got me my own.

Katy is the twin sister to my elder sibling's identical cat "Kitty"(very original, I know)

Fun fact! These two kitties have magnets in their paws and foreheads! So they can hold hands, play peek-a-boo and stick to anything metal!

These two are Kittiwink and Rocky! They're BlueNoses™ and I think they're from England?

Fun fact! These two were also gifts from my dad when he was deployed. That same Christmas, he sent these over for us, and my mom let us choose which ones we wanted. My siblings all went first, so Rocky and Kittiwink were the last two when me and my roommate (current and at that time) got our turns. Because I was the only one who had cleaned our room that night, I got first pick and chose Kittiwink, and my sister got Rocky, but was upset because he was "ugly".

Kittiwink was later burned at the stake (put on top of a light bulb and melted) by my toddler brother, so the one I have now is actually one my dad got me when I was 14, for my birthday.

Kiitiwink is a timid and quiet deary, with good manners and a lot of cowardice. Come to think of it, she's a lot like how I write Ravio nowadays; caring but cowardly, and never eager to step on toes, but willing to push matters or tease if she feels comfortable.

Rocky was a bully, originally, because my sister hated him, but when he came to me (because she didn't like him) I made him a studious little nerd with a love of astronomy! He and Kittiwink have been a couple since then, although I have at times elected to cast them as siblings when needed. Their romance is very timid and sweet, but very classy <3

These three are Lewis (Grey), Susanna (White) and Roy (Orange). Lewis was a garage sale find, and Susana and Roy I bought online. I had a cat just like Susana when I was seven, that I most cleverly named "White" and whom was my favorite stuffy for forever. When my dad was deployed over Christmas, my mom was actually almost ready to pop with my second brother, so we had to travel out of state to stay with some friends of hers while the baby was born, because our regular sitters all got hung up with something and we had no family in that part of the country. I left White in the living-room window to greet me when I got home, but she wasn't there when I got back. My siblings tried to convince me that she was so old that she disintegrated :(

I bought Susana when I was older, in hopes of replacing my beloved stuffy, but she wasn't the same except in looks. Where White was sweet and gentle, Susana is stern, stuffy and very proper, with an elder sibling like need to correct other people and keep everyone behaving according to the rules of society.

Roy is her lover, a charismatic and charming leader sort who ended up as arm candy more than not because I had no great male role models to inspire him, and thus he was just there as...arm candy.

Lewis is a stupid and lovable bafoon and Roy's best friend. He occasionally played a villain or henchman, but was also a goof and jokester when he wasn't kidnapping or enslaving innocents or committing war crimes.

This is Susana. Another stocking stuffer, but this one hated. She's very cute, but don't let her face fool you, she's made of cherpa! A most detestable ick material that always makes me uncomfortable. For this crime, she was made the Karen of this world, and an all around bully and entitled jerk to anyone and everyone for no reason whatsoever. Why, you ask? Because this way I didn't have to touch her very much :)

These two are Jacob and Jingle! Two of a trio, the third (their elder brother) belongs to my elder sister, and is named John. their last name is Heimer-Schmitt >:)

Yes, we sang that song incessantly whenever this trio came into play "John-Jacob-Jingeheimer-Schmitt!". They're children of the local butcher, these three were honest but poor and always provided backup, care, and support for those around them. John was madly in love with the aristocratic Kitty, but his siblings were content with their lot and friendly with most but not attempting to climb the social ladder. Jingle is sweet and motherly and Jacob somewhat clueless but well meaning.

For no reason whatsoever, Jingle was the only one with a cockney accent.

This is William. He is a classist aristocrat with an attitude problem. My second elder sister gave him to me when I was eight, for my birthday. I wanted to name him Miracle and make him a girl, but his perpetual scowl made it barely believable and he quickly became the stern, serious and somewhat antagonistic figure he is now known as. Sometimes a villain, sometimes not, but never quite the hero, he was never able to land a lady, despite the fact that he was commonly portrayed as quite the catch.

These two are Martin (mouse) and Mattie (bunny). They're both hand-me-downs with tragically already established personalities belonging to my second elder sister. Bitter rivals for no apparent reason and hardly equal, Martin is a weary but resiliant fighter and skillful in his craft, and Mattie is a gluttonous oaf who lacks any real grounds to stand a threat to anyone, especially with his nonsensically poor attempts at manipulation.

Mattie is absolutely adorable, but my every attempt to redeem him into a likable character failed after he came into my possession, du to bias from my playmates, and he is now doomed to be thought of as the stupid villain forever :(

Martin is cardboard and boring, and his charming rabbit ears were butchered in the first of many experiments by my sister to try altering him. He is now a mouse :(

This is Daisy! One of a trio of rabbits belonging to my eldest sister, my room-mate and myself, she's basically me! She's well meaning but unfortunately quick to charge ahead. Inquisitive but not as insightful as likely would be best, and with a good heart but not always a full understanding of how things actually work.

Her sisters, Blossom (elder sister) and Violet (room-mate) and she are all BlueNoses™ as well. Blossom is quiet, delicate, timid, and a coward, and Violet is bold, brash, independent and possibly gender fluid, apparently (room-mate's words).

Daisy came to me on December 10 as a replacement after my brother burned my beloved BlueNose™ at the stake when I was small. I loved bunnies a lot as a kid, so when my dad told me to choose a replacement for my ruined stuffy, Daisy was my first pick. I named her after my mom's favorite flower and she's been my favorite stuffy since before she even arrived.

This last trio is Dusky (left), Sierra (center) and Blackie (right). The two dogs are hand me downs from the sisters on either side of me in the age line up, and Sierra was also a hand-me-down from the second elder sibling.

These three form a small detective agency in the animal world we played in. Sierra is the chipper, friendly, but devious lead detective. She's bright and bubbly, but quick and dangerous when need be. Yes, she is a skunk, but I never let it bother me and she's been a favorite with almost all the babies in the family.

Dusky is her work-partner, a more serious, and somewhat butch female cop with a no-nonsense attitude but a soft spot for her team-mate. They're a good team, although unlikely friends and despite my younger sister's insistence, they are not lesbians, just besties.

Blackie is their commander and a stern and serious guy who mostly didn't show up in games except either to arrest someone, guard something, or occasionally to drop the role as the gruff cop and take on the position of the loyal soldier to a cruel overlord.

So yeah! that's all of them!

Or most anyway, I've collected a few random ones over the years, but none of them have ever been payed with because i was already grown up when I got them

#ketto's stuffies #asks and answers #not lu

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athousandmorningss · 7 months

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I'm starting with some musings about stray cat chronicles, feel free to scroll past that content if you don't wanna read it.

I'm increasingly feeling like I did the wrong thing by taking Tree home. There's a clear demarcation between a feral cat, and a friendly cat that likely has a home. The fact that he came to me pretty readily AND let me carry him indicates he has a home. Perhaps I should have just left him alone and visited the park a few more times to see if he was still there, and then did something. I have a bleeding heart. Sometimes this means I lead with feeling rather than a well thought out plan. I'd hate to put the baby through the process of adoption and re-homing if he already has a place he lives. I'm also increasingly unsure about keeping him. He is def. a Young Baby--he's in his "bite everything era," and I worry what introducing a small male cat into 16 year old Oliver's home would do. TBH though, my babies are very surprisingly chill about it: some occasional hissing at the bathroom door but for the most part, carrying on as normal. That is surprising and interesting to me, and could indicate keeping him (if I need to) might be possible. Anyways. The point is, sometimes I need to mind my business. Maybe this was one of those occasions. That said, I'd add that at this point, the family attempting to find Baby could do so pretty easily if they called any of the local shelters and offered a description, or navigated to one of the top local lost pet facebook pages, or (if they live close by), walking to the nearby park where posters are located. No word from anyone though, and that makes me really wonder if anyone is looking.

Anyways. Tree is the sweetest boy: very rambunctious, lover of chewing of the fingers/arms/legs/towels, anything he can put his mouth on. I discovered if I wrap him in a towel and sing to him, or do odd mouth sounds ASMR style, he'll get big wet eyes and nod off in sleep pretty quickly. Here's him in such a state:

he goes a little cross-eyed when sleepy.

Anyways. My two other classes started today, bringing my total teaching load to 7 courses. Light work (hehe). One of my favorite courses I teach is Family Communication, and one of my favorite theories I teach in it is the Relational Dialectics Theory. It holds that in all relationships, including family dynamics, we osculate between opposing forces or needs, and work to adopt ways to address these tensions. For instance, family members might be struggling between the dialectical tension of autonomy (wanting personal identity, space, etc) and connection (seeking togetherness, wanting to consistently be around your family members, etc). There are suggested ways of dealing with these tensions (you can read more here) that are pretty useful.

I like teaching the course because it seems to give language to a lot of experiences students have. I consistently get feedback about the relevancy of the content, and usually enjoy reading and responding to student assignments in that course.

Since I'm in my can't leave my house era due to Tree, I've invited C over on Wednesday night. I'm a bit nervous-- I rarely have people over to my house. In fact, in the last 8 months, no one's been in my apt. save for my cat sitter and the maintenance guy. That's kinda wild. I am very protective of my space and who I let into it...

Anyways, I'm ganna put out treats and we'll swap stories about our various trips we've taken. I'm hoping in future to host a Halloween party, some small potlucks and a Friends-giving, too. Tryna manifest a little more coziness in my space..

That's all, from the House of Wayward Cats.

#stray cat chronicles

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nycnomad · 1 year

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I keep wanting to write about things currently going on in my life, so I should just write a quick catch-up post to get me current!

At the end of November, J and I went to 1) Warsaw, 2) Amsterdam, 3) Berlin, and back to Warsaw to spend Thanksgiving with his family there.

4) We then went to Napa because I had to be in San Francisco for work for a minute, and we ate at Casey Thompson from Top Chef’s restaurant and 5) did a bunch of wine tastings, including at the two vineyards where we have memberships! 6) Then we came back to NYC for two weeks to see my favorite band on their farewell tour and 7) spend a bunch of time with our NYC friends! 8) Then we drove down to Charleston, South Carolina, to meet up with my BFF and her husband for a couple of days including New Year’s Eve and 9) to see my favorite band since the year NINETEEN NINETY-EIGHT play their last show ever. It was so sad and so beautiful, and I don’t mean this as a slight to anyone else, but I felt so absolutely blessed that we were able to travel there together because we all work remotely and have so few responsibilities. We don’t have kids, and they have a trusted cat sitter, and it just made me feel really lucky. 🙂

Okay, there’s two months of life, phew!

#nyc #travel #warsaw #poland #amsterdam #berlin #napa #charleston

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romirola · 2 years

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Aggro's and Bob's First Meeting

@claracatlady- I have been thinking of your headcanon about Bob, William Solaire’s high-maintenance, fluffy cat and my mind has wandered to thinking about what happens when William's usual cat-sitter falls through hours before William is supposed to leave for the vampire monarchical summit...

Thankfully, Milo Greer volunteers to take Bob in for the week. After all, Bob does not travel well and, as Clan King, William will be in way too many important meetings/events to care for Bob during the summit. So off Bob, a cat used to only the finer things in life as he lives with his ostensibly kind but famously eccentric vampire, goes to an apartment in Dahlia that houses a feisty security-shifter, an overworked Investigator stealth, and stray-turned-cat-alpha-of-the-castle, who is has short gray fur, except his one white front paw and belly. At first, Bob is not pleased. Not pleased at all with this development. Milo doesn’t know how to brush his fur right at all. Sweetheart won’t give him a treat even though he clearly asked for one. No one is awake at 3am to offer compliments when his daily zoomies hit. And most of all, Aggro is not the most gracious host. Aggro is not pleased with his new guest, either. Bob tried to climb to the top of the cat tower, even though Aggro clearly marked it as his territory. (He’s willing to share for the week, but not the top spot!) Then, Bob stuck his paw in the water dish and splashed it around, for what seemed like no apparent reason to Aggro. Worst of all, he refused to treat Milo and Sweetheart nicely, even though all they’ve done is tried to accommodate Bob by doing everything on that big, crinkly piece of paper that smelled like blood and acrylic paint. Before long, Aggro had enough. As Bob lazed about, hogging the only sunbeam of the day, Aggro pounced on him. He bit into Bob’s fluffy shoulder, pinned him to the ground, and refused to let go until Bob admitted defeat with a yowl. Once Aggro had firmly defended his place as alpha-cat of the household, Bob’s stay became way more pleasant. Bob and Aggro played with jingly-balls and chased each other around when Milo and Sweetheart were at work. When they were back home, both cats sought them out for cuddles and pets. The week flew by and, when William arrived to pick Bob up, he was astounded to discover that Aggro and Bob had become good friends. (Both Milo and Sweetheart sent him all the pictures and videos.) Because of that success, Milo and William agree to be each other’s go-to cat-sitters whenever needed. Occasionally, they schedule playdates so Bob and Aggro can have some fun cat times together.

A few months later, when Milo accompanies Sweetheart to a week-long, annual D.U.M.P. Conference upstate, Aggro gets to stay with William and Bob…

#redacted asmr #redacted headcanon #redactedverse #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted sweetheart #redacted aggro #redacted william #william solaire #redacted bob #redacted cats

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cornyonmains · 8 months

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My family and I all live in different houses in the same neighborhood. We're all within 2-4 blocks of each other, and the reason this is terrible for me is that I work from home. Someone needs a baby, dog, cat, and on one occasion iguana-sitter? They call me. Then I got my grandma calling me, wanting to know if I'm down to day drink, because in her mind we're both retired now. Worse still is I own a pool, and my sisters seem to think my work doesn't actually require my time or engagement, and I have hours to fritter away watching their kids swim. I got work to do, on top of that I'm currently looking after chicks, because I'm trying to get on the free egg train, live the honest life of a farmer. And don't even get me started on my friends, who all now think their day off is my day off, and all want me to drop what I'm doing to go out to eat.

I'm going to have to start laying down some boundaries. This is insane.

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revisitingstoneybrook · 1 year

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#86 Mary Anne and Camp BSC: Chapter 9

Ugh, sorry again for the delay in posts! I’ll make sure to stay on top of this so I can actually get to some NEW books soon!

In this chapter, it’s the return of Jackie the Walking Disaster, so get ready to be beaten over the head with examples of how clumsy he is.

Now we get an(other) entry from Kristy in her handwriting this time about the cookout. Though...when did Stoneybrook Academy (SA) become SMS? Weird. Inconsistency #3! Oh, and the BSC girls should be quaking with fear because look who's joining Camp BSC now...Jackie Rodowsky! Turns out his family had been on vacation, so now he was going to come to camp. So get ready for endless, over-the-top examples that he's a Walking Disaster. While Karen's brattiness goes unnoticed. Favoritism!

And why are Archie and Shea not coming? Shea’s older (I forget if he’s 9 or 10), so I guess that makes sense he may be too old. Archie’s 4, he’s the same age as Andrew and Jamie, so he isn’t too young. Jackie kind of overshadows his brothers anyway.

Jackie shows up at Camp BSC just in time for the cookout and right off the bat, he drops the napkins in the dirt. Whoops. The kids clear a space for the campfire, and they bring out the food: Turkey hot dogs, baked beans, coleslaw and s'mores. Mary Anne says they got turkey hot dogs because Dawn refuses to eat beef or pork. Sure thing, Your Highness! She adds the kids won't know the difference between turkey and beef hot dogs but I call bullshit because there's a definite taste difference!

While the kids roast hot dogs, Ricky pesters Logan, asking if he knows any ghost stories. Logan says he doesn't believe in ghosts and Ricky looks at Logan as if he just told him there's no Santa Claus. And since we're talking about ghost stories, Karen joins in and tells the group that ghosts are everywhere and there's even ghosts that eat hot dogs! Ooooh spooky. Are there ghosts that eat loudmouth, obnoxious bratty kids too? I sure hope there are.

Logan tells Karen in a very nice way she's being a pain in the ass. “He'd encountered Karen's world-class imagination before!” ARGH. This double-standard pisses me off. Karen isn't annoying and bratty...she's funny and has a wild imagination! Don’t these girls ever get sick of Morbidda Destiny or Ben Brewer?

Oh, and Jackie's turning his hot dog into a black, burnt mess and as he eats it, he spills his baked beans. Because, you know, he's a WALKING DISASTER! We get it, Nola Thacker! The kid's clumsy! Kristy reassures the kids that there will be ghost stories, because they're a real camp that has cookouts and you tell ghost stories at cookouts. It's sad she had to stick that last part in there because her stepsister and her friends have put a damper on everything.

Nicky says Pow should have come because he'll eat up all the food that everyone's spilled, leading into a discussion about everyone's dogs. Which means when Shannon says something, we have to reiterate that it's Shannon Kilbourne saying it, not Shannon the dog. Because dogs are known to talk, so we have to distinguish. And this is the first time I’m hearing of Shannon being at the camp - hi, Shannon!

They go into the barn for ghost stories, and Karen tries to frighten everyone with the mention of the...Barn Ghost. Logan, who's prepared for this, tells her that the Barn Ghost only comes out after midnight and can't follow you home because it's just the ghost of a barn mouse. Thank you, Logan.

Logan attempts to tell the story of the guy with the yellow ribbon around his neck but Charlotte, of all people, finishes the sentence up “and when he untied it, his head fell off,” and asks for something good and scary. Are we sure this is Charlotte Johanssen, and not another Charlotte? Because she's as big of a scaredy cat as Mary Anne is!

Mallory then tells a bloody and morbid ghost story with everyone dying. The sitters aren't too amused but the kids love it. The ghostie forgot to mention it was about a family of eight kids and all but the eldest died at the hands of an evil ghost. The eldest then sold the bodies to Sweeney Todd and with the money, got a nose job and some dibble sparkly sweatshirts.

Karen then tells one of her stories. Let me guess - is it Morbidda Destiny or Ben Brewer? Oh, it's the one about the cave full of vampire bats. I guess she made this one up on the spot. Mary Anne even tries telling one about a ghostly cat, which she says kind of happened to Dawn once. Um...wasn't it Mallory and the Ghost Cat?

Geez, even the ghosties hate Mallory! Now Dawn's stealing her mysteries! Inconsistency #4 in this book!

Kristy then manages to scare the shit out of everyone (including Karen) with the story of a ghost that hated cookouts and haunted them. She says the ghost spotted a group of kids go into a barn and then Logan jumps out and scares everyone. Take that, Karen! I guess they were afraid because the book says the campers cried out “Eeeeeeehhhh,” which I guess is supposed to be shrieking.

Oh, and when roasting marshmallows, Jackie burns his to a crisp and adds that into a s'more. Because, you know, he's a WALKING DISASTER, DAMMIT.

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