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Would ceo Bucky and his girl attend the met gala? If so, any ideas on dresses perhaps!
They would, nonnie! As far as the dress, it would depend on the theme. Are we talking recent theme, a past theme, or a made up general theme?
Goes With the Theme
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky thinks his suit goes with a gala theme. You slightly disagree.
Word Count: Over 1.2k
Warnings: Established relationship, banter, flirting, implied sex, implied breeding, brief mention of past insecurities and bad ex, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he worships you.
A/N: I blame @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer. Before our couple has Cupcake and Bean. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky refused to tell you in advance what he was wearing to the upcoming gala. He said something about him wanting to surprise you. Of course, he knew exactly what you were wearing since he wanted the designer to make you a gown fit for a queen. He would’ve thrown in a tiara if you asked. It was too much, really.
But if you asked Bucky, nothing was too much for you.
The amount of money spent was just about worth it when he exited the bathroom and looked ready to drop to his knees when you spotted you in your dress. The colors suited you. The fit was like a glove. It was a work of art, really.
“Fuck,” Bucky whispered, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue as you carefully twirled. It was exactly the reaction you wanted. “How exactly am I supposed to keep my hands off you tonight? A man can only take so much.”
“Because a lot went into this dress and you’re not allowed to tear apart,” you smiled before you took in his appearance.
Bucky Barnes turned head wherever he went and the head to toe black ensemble would be no exception. The slicked back hair was a good look on him and there was no denying that your man knew how to accessorize. He also wore enough custom suits for you to know what did and didn’t suit him. He would never fail to make you stop in your tracks from a single stare.
The man never missed a thing though, regarding you carefully as you stared. “You don’t like what I’m wearing,” he stated.
“No, I love it,” you assured him. And you did. You didn’t want him to think otherwise since the man could turn a paper bag into a thing of art and beauty if he chose to. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” He asked, holding his jacket open so you could get a glimpse of the shirt beneath molded to his torso. “I think I look good.”
You blinked and took a breath so you could answer him. Why did he have to be so distracting? “Not like you need the ego boost, but yes. You do look good,” you said. His smirk almost made you lose your breath again. “But does it really go with the theme?”
“What?” He shrugged. “Isn’t the theme ‘floral’?”
“It is and flowers are usually bright,” you pointed out. “You couldn't have gone with a floral jacket?”
“This is my interpretation of the theme.” He pointed to one of the black flowers. “Besides, this is a flower and it’s on my jacket. Therefore, it's a floral jacket.”
You tried not to smile. It was tough to argue with that logic. “Okay. Yes. There are flowers on your jacket, but-”
He cut you off with a smug smile. “So, I'm right.”
And wasn’t it just like a CEO to argue like this? And wasn’t it just like you to enjoy it? “You’re utterly ridiculous,” you giggled, gesturing to yourself. “Not to mention, I'm pretty much wearing the opposite of you!”
“And people will still know we’re together, Mrs. Barnes,” he winked. You loved being his wife. “Do you know why I wore this?”
“Enlighten me.”
“Because a black suit? Any man can wear one. I’ll blend in with the crowd. But you in your gown? All eyes will be on you, as they should be,” he explained, your cheeks hot as he swept his gaze over you. “And I know I won’t take my eyes off you for a second tonight.”
“Oh,” you breathed, clearing your throat at the unexpected tears that clogged it. Your ex tried to make you feel bad about your body when all Bucky wanted to do was celebrate and worship it. More than that, he saw your beauty beneath the surface. “Thank you.”
Though you wanted to argue that Bucky wouldn’t blend in with the crowd. It wasn’t possible. He was too striking for that with his blue eyes and jawline. Too dominant with his large body. And too well known.
He didn’t care about that kind of attention. He was the kind of man who wanted to show you off. Not as a prize or because you were his, but because he loved you.
His eyes softened before they went dark again. “Fuck, you are so beautiful. A goddess,” he said, his voice rough as he stepped toward you. “We may not even make the gala.”
As much as his compliment warmed your heart, boosted your confidence, and dampened your panties, you shook your head. “Oh, no. Don't you even think about it. Do you know how long it took me to get into this dress? That doesn’t include perfecting my makeup. We are going.”
You nearly lost your nerve when he groaned and took another step toward you. That sound was one of your favorites, especially when it was your mouth, hand, or pussy drawing it out of him. “Cupcake, you’re always a vision. You don’t need a fancy dress or a stitch of makeup to be beautiful,” he said, licking his lips. “And you don’t need to wear a stitch of clothing right now either.”
“No.” You firmly pointed a finger at him. You were lucky he didn’t grab your wrist to kiss it. “You promised we'd make an appearance and the last thing you need to do is tell people we didn't show because you couldn't keep it in your pants for a few hours.”
The kicked puppy dog expression was one you had seen on Steve Rogers before, but it was adorable on Bucky. You held your chin high because you’d fall into his arms if you didn’t. “Fine,” he conceded, gripping your chin with infinite care. “But I make no promises that I'll behave in the limo on the way home.”
You’d enjoy your small victory over your handsome CEO and husband for the time being because he’d make you pay for it in the best way later. “Yes, Boss.”
“My perfect wife,” he whispered, delicately moving his hand along the column of your throat. Did he feel how fast your heart beat? “I may just have to knock you up before the night’s over, Mrs. Barnes.”
Your womb clenched at his words, imagining the filthy things he’d grunt in your ear as he bred you. It was almost enough to make you skip the gala, but why not build up the anticipation? “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t, Mr. Barnes,” you said, moving close enough for your lips to touch his.
The breath that rushed out of his lungs was like a kiss, teasing what would come before the night was over. “Don’t tease me, Cupcake.”
“Who said I was teasing you, Boss?” You murmured, pulling back before he could kiss you properly. “Time to go.”
He swore under his breath as he adjusted his pants. You were the only one who could get under his skin. “I’ll knock you up in the limo. Don’t test me.”
Your smile widened. What Bucky didn’t know was that underneath your dress was one of his favorite lacy floral numbers. A surprise and reward for him going to the gala. It would make him fall a little bit more in love with you once he undressed you.
Plus, it went with the theme.
“Looking forward to it.”
Another out of order AU. I'm so sorry, lovelies. And sorry to the nonnie for not fully answering the question! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, paranormal themes, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.
After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.
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Literally some of the BEST writing I’ve ever come across! And the story telling is… seriously perfection! Army, this is for you! But if you are under 18, then it is not for you yet.
But seriously, this is so good! Sooo goood! Like, binge worthy, I’d give money the next chapter, good!!
Summary: After finishing up a case, Dean and Reader ditch Sam, hiding out in a classroom to have a little fun.
Warnings: SMUT, PWP, Explicit Language.
A/N: I’ve been struggling with writers block for a while, finding it hard to get my flow back, so hopefully this turned out better than I think it did. This is my entry for the amazing Ashley’s, aka, @because-imma-lady-assface , What’s Your Fantasy Challenge. My prompt for this challenge was Classroom. Hope you guys like it!!
Disclaimer: Not my gif.
After a grueling vengeful ghost hunt at a high school, the two of you managed to ditch Sam and find an open empty classroom. Dean dragged you in as you both giggled as if the two of you were high school teenagers again, sneaking off and ditching class to have a little fun.
“Dean!” You squealed his name when he hoisted you abruptly onto the teacher’s desk in front of the classroom, overlooking a sea of empty seats. Dean simply smiled at you, his eyes glossy with desire.
“You’ve been a tease all day in this teacher’s outfit of yours. I’ve never seen teachers dress this sexy before,” he breathed before latching his lips to yours.
Wow! It’s been forever and a half since I’ve last been on tumblr. I’m so happy my fics are still being read and enjoyed by many. Thank you so much for reblogging! It really means a lot to me! 💜
Wow, it’s been... a very long time. I haven’t really been active on tumblr because... I guess I wasn’t in the right mental state.
I had all these ideas and stories I wanted to share but I just couldn’t write it. No matter how many times I tried, I just couldn’t. It didn’t sound right and it felt “hard.”
I love writing so it was surprising for me as well. In the mean time i was reading some fics here and there, got into reading books, drawing, and my long lost love - anime. LOL.
I’ve rewatched a bunch of animes that I loved way back when, even watched a few new ones that I fell in love with, so naturally, I’ve been reading fics on that however, not of this platform, or at least hardly.
BUT.... despite all that, I actually wrote something!
It’s not great, but I don’t think it horrible. Maybe pretty good for a few years of absence in writing. I feel like a beginner all over again, and that entails the fear of posting.
It’s been so long, ya know?!
This is a Bucky Barnes Fic. My blog has been Supernatural-centric so writing another fandom all of a sudden kind of puts me in a weird emotional spot. LOL. I don’t know why, but I’m sure it’s all my anxieties fault. I also understand that it’s my blog and I can do whatever I want to. There is always room for more fics and more fandoms!
ANYWAYS... I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING!
I will admit, I am proud of myself. It’s just one fic, but still... it’s ONE more than I was able to write.
Debating on posting, but I am so dang proud of myself that I have to tell someone (that someone being whoever is reading this!)
So I don’t know if anyone noticed my ridiculous amount of Cas-side-views lately, but I can safely show the whole series of them now (as the first was for the artbook). It was a little study on ‘the three downfalls of Castiel" from season 4-7. Click to find out which is which!
I’ve said “I hate this” so many times on this website, and never actually meant it, because “I hate this” is just shorthand for ‘this is an example of a meme given a twist I wasn’t expecting with intent to surprise’. Which is, in of itself, a meme on this site. God damn it.
But this… This is something else.
The rapidity of a meme’s introduction to its zenith to its decline is so rapid that in ten years, you’ll need a damn twenty-page manual to explain this. It’ll be as unfunny and hard to explain as jokes in Shakespeare plays, except even more inexplicable because fuck, at least Shakespeare’s jokes are usually about anal or fucking your mother, good wholesome sex jokes we can all get behind.
For the love of fuck, how do you explain loss.jpg? How do you explain gun?
it is a YMCA reference - that’s one of the 6 memes being represented here
ok let me see if i can break this down easily. YMCA is the easiest place to start - the song itself has become a meme over time with people changing the lyrics to reference other pop cultural events. so YMCA is meme one (1)
this first lyric replacement (”take the breadsticks and run”) is a reference to the tumblr meme ‘stuffing breadsticks into my purse’. i think everyone remembers that one so i wont bother to explain it. that’s meme two (2)
“man door hand hook car door” is a meme of its own, a creepypasta from i dont remember when. it was a terrible stupid retelling of the generic ‘stuck in a car while hook handed man tries to kill us’ story so the stupid title caught on for memorability. that in and of itself is meme three (3)
‘gun’ is… yeah i dont know how to explain gun. long story short you add gun to the end of a phrase instead of what you expect the last word to be. its shock funny. its everywhere but its popular to add to “man door hand hook car door” for.. some reason? gun is meme four (4)
and the thing is, this four meme combo is something thats gone around before. meme combos are, itself, a meme. which means taking this meme combo and mixing in another meme actually becomes meme five (5)
which leaves us at loss.jpg. loss.jpg was a terrible bad comic supposed to be about some tragic event, but it was presented so poorly literally no one takes it seriously, and for some reason recreating the four-panel setup has become popular. so thats meme six (6)
(but i need to add that this is the greatest version of loss.jpg i think i’ve ever seen. the initial ‘young man’ lines up with the guy bursting through the door, and the shock meme ‘gun’ matches the shock scene of the woman in the hospital and idk if OP even thought about that but it makes this just so much better)
it might also just be a coincidence due to loss.jpg’s format but the whole white minimalist four-panel setup is also suspiciously reminiscent of those early 2000’s rage comics
I’m not reblogging this because I want to. I’m reblogging this because sometimes you’re a witness to history whether you want to be or not, and you have to embrace that.
A/N: This is my submission to Kari (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing) and Ida’s (@like-a-bag-of-potatoes) 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Prompt: December 16th – Snowball Fight
12 Day of Christmas Masterlist
Disclaimer: Photo below does not belong to me.
After a long and tiring hunt, during a time of the year where it should merry and bright, you were trudging deep in the woods through layers of snow to get back to the impala, which was about a mile out. You and Dean were exhausted. At that moment, you wished that it had been you with the broken arm instead of Sam so that you could be at home in the bunker celebrating the holidays to the best of your abilities, but no. You were stuck with Dean.
Not only were you stuck with Dean, you were pissed off at him too. During the hunt he had made a comment about you being a pain in the ass and never listening. He should have been grateful that you were even there to save his ass! You admit that you were being a little reckless and it was a risky shot, but you had to do it in order to save Dean.
Now you two were walking in silence, Dean fuming ahead of you. The fact that he had the nerve to still be mad annoyed the hell out of you, so you did the first thing that popped into your mind.
There was a wondeful idea to support all the amazing writers on this site and i loved it the minute i read about it.
@beccaanne814‘s 366 Days Reblog Challenge is an awesome opportunity to give some love to all the talented writers and also to have a good time reading a lot of great works.
All the stories that will come together throughout 2020 need a place where they’re easy to find, so here’s a Masterlist for everything I’ll read. I will try to update the Masterlist as often as possible but you can also find the fics on my blog by searching for the tag #becca’s reblog challenge.
I couldn’t help myself so i also will keep counting the days by tagging the fics with #reblog challenge day (1-366).
On this note I would like to thank @beccaanne814 for the beautiful banners she made for each month!
Okay, this was a lot of fun! At least for me! Lol. I was tagged by the wonderful @dawnie1988 ! Thanks love! Xx
Google your name + the bullet points below and post your favorite ensemble of images!
Fantasy Gown
Can I say how IN LOVE I am with the first dress! Omg. It’s AMAZING!
Fantasy Crown
Again... the first crown! I love it!!
Fantasy Weapon
The Raven Claw weapon looks sick!
Tagging a few ladies because I’m lazy... lol. But feel free to do this one! Start a new thread to prevent this getting too long abd avoid people getting too many notices. Please and thank you!
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