readers animals

  • Me: Oh coochie coochie coo, waneenee. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy, c'mere my smol baby. Awe look at those eyes and those cheeks, such strong teeth. You're a really beautiful color, did you know?
  • Crocodile: *stares intently at me*

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.

Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.


Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.


“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”


Guys My Age

Summary: A fed up reader finds some comfort in a new… friend

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

RatingR ( suggestive material)( age gap?)(alcohol)

Listen to Guys My Age by Hey Violet for full effect

Different night. Different bar. Same bullshit, childish excuse from your various dates. This was the third night in a week that you’d been blown off, and you’d had enough. You sat alone in your favorite little black dress at a dimly lit bar, scowling as you scanned the restaurant goers. Tossing back a rum and coke, you hardly even noticed that someone had joined you at the bar.

“Hey, are you alright, miss?”

A gentle voice chimed beside you. Snapping you out of your fog of anger and disappointment, you turned to face the inquiring stranger. Your breath hitched in your chest as you took in his appearance; piercing blue eyes, sharp features, stubble pricking over his jaw, plump lips and an impressive physique clad in a dark suit.

“ Yeah, I’m doing okay. Thanks.”

Your words were just above a whisper, and the man had to lean closer in order to hear them. He smiled softly, gaze meeting yours.

“ Okay then. Well, do you mind if I join you…”

“ Y/N.” You piped up. “ My name is Y/N. And not at all. You’re more than welcome to join me. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

A grin spread across his rosey lips.

“ I’m Sebastian, and it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone on a Friday night?”

Pink rose to your cheeks at his compliment, and you cleared your throat as he ordered a drink.

“ Got ditched by a date. I’ve been trying the whole online dating thing, and I’ve come to a conclusion…”

He quirked an inquiring brow at you from across the top of his glass.

“ Guys my age… suck!”

Sebastian snorted, almost shooting his gin and tonic through his nose. You laughed at this, and he joined after he finished his drink.

“ I mean, who knew that 25 year old guys still act like high school boys?” You continued, “They don’t pick up the tab, they don’t hold open doors or tell you that you like nice… and don’t even get me started on ‘em in the bedroom.”

Sebastian laughed as you giggled, hiding your blush behind a glass.

“ I’m very sorry that you got stood up tonight, Y/N. That fella is really missing out, if it’s any reassurance.”

His voice was low and raspy, and as you looked at him, you noticed that his baby blue eyes had darkened. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you asked,

“ What makes you say that? I’m just an average girl.”

Sebastian chuckled at this, smiling and shaking his head.

“Y/N, there’s not an average thing about you.”

His eyes traveled up your body, tracing every curve until his gaze met yours once again. You could not longer hid the color rising in your cheeks. Butterflies flapped wildly in your ribcage.

“ You’re absolutely beautiful. Cunning. Smart. Funny. If I had it my way, I’d like to show you off to all the boys who passed up the opportunity to know you. Show ‘em what they’re missing.”

You shivered as he place his hand on your thigh, gripping gently at the flesh. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that the entire bar could hear it’s rhythm.

“ W-what are you suggesting, Sebastian?”

Your words were breathless, lips quivering as he smirked at you. He leaned in and whispered,

“ How ‘bout I show you what you’ve been missing with an older man? A real man?”

He placed a soft kiss on your neck, raising goosebumps when he sat back, a smug grin playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered. This was an offer you simply could not refuse.

He Calls Me Kitty (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Where this came from? Good question. It popped into my head last night and I knew I needed to write it. This one is probably going to be a chaptered fic, but I’m not sure if it will be romance or friend ship yet.

Trigger warnings: Violence, mentions of death, really vague mentions of rape, and swearing

Part Two

Originally posted by 0sungoddess0

Being able to shape shift from one animal to another could be really cool, you learned that from experience. When your parents were still alive you would shift to your (hair color) haired cat. It was a fun party trick which you did only with your loving family. You were treasured for being ‘extraordinary’ and special child. It was a fun relaxing life as a human kitten hybrid.

Being able to shapeshift into a cat could also be very useful, a lesson you learned from a different experience. After your parents perished you needed to fend for yourself, sometimes strangers were more kind to a kitten starved and thin that a little child in tattered clothes begging for food to survive. Other times being a cat meant you could twist around in small spaces and reach hard to get food when you needed it.

Being able to shapeshift into a cat could also really suck, an experience you are learning right now.

Keep reading

Imagine Optimus Prime Hearing Your Heartbeat For The First Time.

Originally posted by opens-at-nightfall


Thump… Thump… Thump…

That’s the noise that rung through the Primes audio sensors. It was soft, quiet, almost to the point where he wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he hadn’t been holding you so close.

Your heartbeat.

It was a rather strange request, especially coming from Optimus. As awkward and as he could be, of himself and anything really, it probably took a lot for him to ask to hear it. But who’s to say you weren’t just as awkward. And with an equally wavering tone, you affirmed his request to hear the thing that kept you alive, leading to your both current situation. You pressed firmly, but gently against his helm, large cervos holding and keeping you up.

Optimus was mesmerized by your heartbeat. He could sit here forever, just listening to the rhythmic sound coming from your chest. The Prime wasn’t sure why, but he loved it. It comforted him in a way of letting him know that you were breathing and very much alive.

Looking down and seeing the dirtied bandages along parts of your body, Optimus cringed slightly, remembering what had occurred a week prior. If things hadn’t worked out, you wouldn’t be here, in hands and letting him be moved by your heart. The thought alone made him momentarily tighten his grip on you, feeling as though he were about to lose you right at this moment. The Prime was still young, still learning and figuring things out. The world around him and most definitely himself. But… if there was one thing he figured out and was sure of…


He wasn’t going to let that sound die.


(A/N: plz don judge, tfa needs love too, specially this noodle prime (´;ω;`) )

EDIT: Wow!! I really didn’t think this drabble would be so loved! I just want to thank every single one of you for every note this has. It truly means a lot to me, and I’m so happy that a lot of you enjoyed it. Thank you so, so much!!

ghostlygooo  asked:

can you do cute little headcanons for TFA and TFP Optimus with a cybertronian s/o?~~~

TFA Optimus

  • He’s shy and nervous at first; most of his “flirting” consists of gazing at you with goo-goo eyes with hopes that you’ll notice him.
  • Once he does build up the courage to ask you a date he’s a stuttering mess. He relaxes when you say yes.
  • He’s a perfect gentleman on the date. He brings you flowers, opens the door for you, and pulls out your chair.
  • Surprisingly, falling into a relationship is a pretty effortless thing. On the first couple of dates you get to know one another better, and from there it feels like you’ve been together forever.
  • He still acts like a love-struck puppy at times, especially when you kiss him or hold his servo in public. Sometimes he looks into your optics and swears he’s falling in love all over again.
  • On missions he tends to be protective of you. Not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself, he swears! It’s just… he can’t help himself.

TFP Optimus

  • You’d need to have had been in a relationship before the war; Optimus wouldn’t consider it during. It’s a distraction and a risk- and you’re in that much more danger when close to him.
  • He tries to be subtle about it, but you notice he backs you up on missions when you don’t need it. If it’s brought up he gets defensive.
  • Sometimes (a lot of times) Optimus overworks himself. Ratchet depends on you to get him to recharge and refuel.
  • You’re the only one who’s seen Optimus break down. There are days when everything is just too much. He presses his face into your shoulder and wraps his arms around you, silently asking you to hold him. Stroke his helm to make him feel better.
  • He takes every opportunity to tell him how much you mean to him. On those rare occasions that you get the chance to rest together he holds you close and whispers in Old Cybertronian how much he loves you- You are the light in his spark, the sun and moon and all the wonders the universe can hold. He gazes into your optics until you just can’t keep them open anymore.
  • After the war (and y’know after… all that) he wants to start a family… If you’re willing.

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong


Summary: Bucky was having trouble sleeping, so she came a long and helped him.

“Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?”

It was her late tradition. Something she would do every day at night, but after Steve had bought Bucky in the family, she had found some nights her tradition would be skipped.

“You can come.” His voice was scruffy, and laced with annoyance. She couldn’t tell if it was because of her or because of his nightmares. But he was annoyed, and that was for sure, so she didn’t want to further annoy him by just reverting back into the shadows of the hallways.

“Hey James,” She spoke awkwardly. Seeing as he didn’t even pick up his gaze from his cold coffee. His posture was very stiff, as was his breathing.

She had seen him many sleepless nights here, just as she would come down to grab her junk food for her movie night alone. But every time she finds James back sitting over the island, she would silently retreat back to her room to not annoy him by interrupting his privacy.  "Why are you awake… drinking coffee, you know that keeps you awake longer, right James…?“ She stood opposite him, gathering bowls from under the island counter. He didn’t say anything, but kept quite.

"I know,” He grumbled, his words seemed shoved as if he was forced to answer her.

With his reply the young girl placed her popcorn in the microwave and walked around Bucky to go for the pantry, grabbing every chip bag that was open and sealed, she placed them together in a heap with the rest of her bowls that were filled with candy. “Does your coffee even taste good?” She mumbled, shaking her head as she went to open the popcorn bag and clean it into the empty bowl.

“No.” His reply was… needy. So she stopped midway of clearing her bag and stared at him. Of course his eyes were trained on the coffee mug that was steamless.

She walked around him and grabbed his cup from between his hands. The brim of the cup instantly met with her lips, and just as fast as it had seeped into the taste buds of her tong, it was sent right back into the mug. “James this is disgusting-”

“I don’t know how to use a coffee machine-”

“Your not even suppose to be drinking coffee if you have trouble sleeping.” She grumbled. Taking his mug and draining it in the sink, shivering from fear as she saw the cup was slowly seeping out all the coffee and sugar that were still at the bottom of the cup unstirred. “James, if you drank this you won’t sleep for a week.”

“Steve made it for me-”

She turned around to him instantly, shaking her head as she placed milk into a small kettle, letting it sit on the stove over medium heat as she went to sit beside him. She was staring at him, taking in his beauty. His baby blue eyes that shine brighter than a diamond, his uncontored slim nose, his champagne pink lips, his jawlin-

“Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?” His voice brought her back to reality. She shook her head and silently giggled, getting up to see the pot, he didn’t need piping hot just somewhat warm.

“Your something else James…” She marveled. “You don’t want your milk hot-”

“Warm is fine.”

“Alright,” She whispered, wiping his mug clean and poring the milk in the mug. She carefully walked over to Bucky. Siding the mug under his gaze she went back to clean up the place. Silently taking note of Bucky’s sipping. Just as she cleaned the kettle and placed it back in the oven, she turned around and walked back to Bucky. “You know, your eyes are very beautiful, and your hair is so fine.” She collected his hair behind his back, “If you don’t mind, I want to braid it.”

“Go ahead.”

She played around with the roots, and twisted his hair in many directions, she even pulled a little aggressively and had him spill some milk over his pants. She apologized, obviously. But finished it with giggles, while he noiselessly shook his head, but she saw the stretch of his cheek from the back of his head and knew he was enjoying his time with her. So just as she finished it to the tip, she let his hair down and watched as his hair became a big loose. Bending down to his head, she placed a soft kiss that had ignited heat spreading through his skull. He felt her chapped lips over the skin of his head.

“If you would like, my room is open. I’ll be watching some chick flick but if you decide to join, know we can change the film.” She snaked her arms around his chest. She felt him stiffen and stop moving. Hell, it almost sounded like he stopped breathing. “My room is just a few doors away from yours. I’m right next to Vis. Please, if you can’t sleep, just come. No one will judge you, alright jame-”

“You know the last time I had milk it was with Pirce.” He blurted, not wanting to keep this memory silent. He would always keep his memories silent with Steve, but with her it just slipped in a string from between his lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m here if you want to keep talking.” She tightened her hold on him, but after staying quite for a while, she nodded her head over his chest. “Remember, my door is open. I hardly lock it.” She kissed his back and retreated right after collecting all her junk food.  She heard him screech his chair back and his heavy footsteps were following her before she even knew it. Turning around she found him taking long strides to match her pace.

“Chick flick is fine,” Bucky commented. Keeping his head low and following the dame with his tail between his legs.

They both rode the elevator, Bucky taking some of the bowls and chips from her hands. Passing a tired Steve who was too busy mumbling things to notice the couple walking together.


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He Calls Me Kitty Part 2 (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Hello, thank you all for the support of this fic, I will have you know this is more of a set up chapter, not much Damian x Kitty interaction but I really enjoyed exploring the characters of the other pets. I’m planning at least two more chapters and toying with a third more if I don’t like my ending

Just something to note any dialog in italics is spoken in ‘animal speak’ just for the distinction

Part One is here

Originally posted by emberises

“Damian!” A voice screamed surprising you so much that you jumped up.

The moment after awakening you were confused, why were you warm in a room? Why were you in cat form? And why were you sleeping under a desk? The memories of last night flooded through you, he saved me because he thinks I’m a poor kitty, and oh right, he’s Robin.

The door to Damian’s room slammed open and a young man jumped in. He dashed to the bed, and began jumping atop it, even with Damian still grumbling under the blankets. You stared at the scene before you with wide eyes.

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Originally posted by avengershaveboobs


Summary: Bucky’s son comes home with a black eye, one thing leads to the other and his wife is confessing something else that leaves him surprised.

“Who gave you that black eye?”

He had his head low, with his dad’s basketball cap tucked in to cover his face. He was acting strange, being overly quite, more quite than normal. It almost went over his dad’s shoulder, had his mother not taken a double take, did the dad pull his son’s cap off. “Who gave you that black eye?” James spoke lowly, his metal fist whirling and clinching. His mothers gasp had startled the boy to look up and wince, as his moms hands caressed his face.

"It’s nothing,” The young boy tried to reason. He was very scared his mother might be disappointed in him. He had taken fighting lessons by his dad’s orders from the former assassin himself at the early age of five. “Mom,” The young kid pulled his moms hands down together in a prayer position.

“Who gave you that black eye?” Bucky repeated, pulling his wife abruptly by the shoulders. Having her flat against his chest. If his son was using his mother as an excuse then he didn’t have one now to miss explaining himself to Bucky. "Howard, sweetheart-”

“Quiet (Y/N),” Bucky roared, shaking her a bit to keep her babying at bay. He had always fought with her about their son, and how he should not be babied. Bucky always believed that men should be strong and collected. And who ever gave his son that black eye his son should have done worse. “Answer the question Howard. Who gave you that black eye?” Bucky repeated after watching his son fidget with his cap and stare at the ground.

"James stop that-”

“(Y/N) shut up.”

“No you shut up,” With that note, she pushed her shoulder into his chest and escaped his hold. Going strait to her son and grabbing his head to her chest. Her son was taller then her, almost as tall as Bucky, but she still managed to pull his head between her breasts and whisper sweet nothings like how her dad to her when she was just a small kid.

“Mom I’m fine,” Howard loosely stated, his hands fisted her nightgown and tried to pry him self off of his mothers hold. “I promise you-”

“If you don’t answer the damn question your under lockdown and grounded for a month.” Bucky interjected, watching as his wife was glaring at him. Ohhh, he was so sleeping on the couch for the remainder of the night. If Bucky was lucky then maybe he would get a kiss in the morning. “And that means extreme cleaning, in fact Clint was complaining about some mold in the farm house the other day in work, you might just be the best candidate-”

“James if you don’t stop it this instance I swear to God-”

“You swear to your God what?” Bucky edged her on, repeating her threat just as she was about to finish off.

“Barnes, if you don’t quit it now your leaving to sleep at Steve’s.” She thundered. Her son shivered beside her, seeing the intense heated argument beside him. And it was all Howard’s fault.

“Are you honestly- this is my home too, I pay half the rent you can’t kick me out-”

“Wanna bet-”

“Mom it was Willow.” Howard shouted, having enough of his parents bickering. They never fought before, so having Howard being the cause of their argument had seemed way worse then his manly ego.

His parents were wide eyed gaping at him. Steve’s little angle, Stevens little baby girl, Stevens little pice of heaven had packed a punch to their son’s eyes. Both parent had different expressions on their faces.

“You didn’t hit her back did you?”

“What the hell did you do to her?”

The married couple met eyes and then nodded their head in agreement that their son was in so much trouble. They both squared their chest and stared down their son.

“Obviously I did not hit her back,” Howard answered instantly to her dad, then turned around to his mothers stern gaze, “I was taking off my glove and she bent down so it smacked her ass… the glove was a small, and it’s rubber was thick, she just so happened to bend and… yah…” Howard explained.

“That’s fine, Howard. You scared us both. Go to sleep sweetheart, well call Steve tomorrow and you can apologize to her,” Howard nodded his head at his mother and kissed before running to bed.

“As for you mister, your sleeping on the couch-”

“No I’m not and you know it-”

“Barnes, don’t make me hurt you-”

“You can’t hurt me it’s not possible.” Bucky challenged. Crossing his arms over his chest as he stood beside their shared door. His wife placed a hand over his chest and pushed him aside. “James, I really don’t want to sleep with you right now-”

“Then you take the couch.” Bucky pushed her aside and went to sleep on his side. “This isn’t just your bed to make decisions who sleeps here and doesn’t. If you can’t sleep next to me, then go sleep on the couch.” He knew she was bluffing and she would not sleep on the couch. But when she grabbed her pillow and walked back out the door Bucky sprung up and stared at his wife unbelievingly. Sure he won the argument, but that would only edge her on more, meaning if she sentenced him to half a night on the couch, now she probably wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence in the morning.

“Fuck,” He grumbled annoyed with himself, he should have just taken the couch and sucked it up like a man. He walked out to the living room but found no trace of his wife. So he went to go see his son, and before he even made it to the stairs his wife was already at the last one. “(Y/N)-” She turned around, pillow held over her stomach, tears threatening to spill. “The hell are you doing?”

“Sleeping with Howard.”

“Get your ass down here, your bed is downstairs, with me.”

“I told you, I don’t want to sleep with you tonight.” She cried, her tears slipping past her eyes over her cheeks and onto her pillow.

“Fine, I’ll sleep on the couch, just come back to me.” He pleaded, watching as his son came out of his room with a new set of cloths and damper hair.

“Mom…? What’s going on?” He questioned. Looking from his dad to his mom.

“Nothing sweetheart, go to bed, your still in trouble for missing your curfew.”

“Yes mom,” Their son dropped his head and went back in.

With the door shut, Bucky held his hand out, “Don’t let our son see us at our worst.” Bucky softly spoke, “Howard has never seen us fight, don’t let this be the first. And especially since he feels this is his fault. (Y/N) come back to sleep with me, no one has to sleep anywhere but their beds.” Bucky said, a soft whisper for their son to not hear them. “Come down.”

“Only because I love Howard.” She argued, coming down the steps. Bucky nodded, feeling a bit hurt by her rejection to a simple argument that they have had a whole lot behind closed doors. He didn’t understand why this one had pushed her to the edge, they have had worse fights about their son, why was this one so bad that it had her requesting different doors?

“It’s fine, I can sleep on the floor if it bothers you.” Bucky kissed his wife’s head as he held onto her hand and walked her back to their room. Their was once a day where Bucky would kill to see his wife- his lover sad, and he still tried to keep her happy even after their marriage. Seeping his head to her skull he left an undetected kiss before beckoning her over the bed and tucking her in. He walked back to his side and grabbed the pillow, there was no extra comforter so he just laid down and wrapped his arms around himself. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings-”

“James I’m pregnant.”

There were many things that came to a surprise in Bucky’s life, He was going to war- surprise, he was HYDRAS fist- surprise, Steve is no longer smol- surprise, Howard was born a week early, Surprise, But having to breaks out a pregnancy bomb on him while she was angry at him was the buggiest surprise he could get, especially if he was sleeping on the ground with nothing but a pillow. So naturally he questioned his thoughts aloud. Before coming to the realization, he could possibly have a daughter.




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Political Animals-Part 16-Epilogue

A/N: Well, kids…this is it..the end of the road. I am going to miss this story and these characters.  Thank you so much for your comments and your support. It’s been great. This should tie everything up and answer all your questions.-Jen

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Charlie and Mary Winchester entered the world on Election Day, eight weeks early.  Despite being born premature, they weighed in at a respectable 5 lbs 5 oz, and 5 lbs 3 oz.

I had passed out in front of the motel where my father was holding me from a combination of extreme shock and pain. It turns out I had been having back labor all day and I didn’t know it.  Mary was breech and showing signs of distress and my blood pressure was through the roof so they knocked me out and did an emergency c-section.

When I woke hours later groggy from the anesthesia the first face I saw was Sam’s.

“Hurts,” I whispered, my throat sore from the breathing tube.  

“I know Sweetheart. They had to do a C-section.”

“Babies?” I croaked.

Sam grinned at me. “They are fighters just like their mom. They’ll be in the NICU for awhile, but they are doing great.”

I was struggling to stay awake, but the effects of the anesthesia pulled me under and my eyes slipped closed before I could ask about my mother.

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He Calls Me Kitty (Damian Wayne x Reader) Part 3

tinyfandombloggerprancingdestiellastbelievercapt-coldy captthe-smartass-under-the-mountainThe long awaited part three, this is not where I expected this story to go, but I’m curious to see how it ends. I really enjoy exploring Damian’s softer side, because most people chose not to see it, even though he has his moments in the comics where it is super clear he loves all of his brothers, especially Tim.

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Trigger Warnings: Talk of Violence and Death

Originally posted by sixofclovers

Your leg was healing, slowly but it was healing. You lived in the manor as you waited for your bones to mend and you were beginning to enjoy the life you found their. Titus thought you were fun, and played with you often, Goliath took an extreme liking to you, allowing you to curl up on his warm body at night, and Pennyworth didn’t say as many rude things anymore. Batcow and Jerry mostly stayed away from you, but they were kind when you passed them for your breakfast. Each night Damian would take you to his room and dress your wounds, then leave to go and Robin. When he came back he would pat the bed next to him, but you still refused to climb in with him, it was a principle.

Today was a Sunday and you were beyond excited, because you had overheard Damian say you would get the wrapping off your leg today. The entire day you lounged near Damian, hoping he would catch a glimpse of you and take off the bandages, but he was sparing with ‘brother’ all day.

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Political Animals-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

I looked at Sam in surprise. “I’m sure it’s……I can’t be……..wait, what?”

He took my hand and kissed the top of my head.  “I said, I think you’re pregnant. I remember my Dad saying he always knew when my Mom was carrying his pup because she smelled different.“

I tilted my head, considering him. “Different how?”

Sam walked over until he was standing right in front of me. With our height difference, the top of my head reached below his shoulder. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I instinctively bared my neck to him in submission. He scented the column of my neck from my ear to my shoulder.

“Normally you smell like flowers with a hint of warm vanilla thrown in. Now there’s something else. Something that wasn’t there before.” He whispered, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Something spicy. I can’t explain it.“ Sam admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s making me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

“So why don’t you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

Sam closed his eyes and turned, grimacing and wrinkling his nose as if he was in pain.

“Because we’re going to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.”

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