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fubu18writes · 7 months

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❧In the hidden corners of the library, your relationship is hidden amongst the erotica

♢regular tags: f!reader, bonten!kakucho, reader is bonten's nurse (because i doubt that they're always unharmed) and is also kakucho's close friend, friends to lovers, drunk and flirty!kakucho ♢mature tags: slight age gap (reader is 24, so kakucho is older by 4 years), reader is called "slut", uhh idk what this tag is but kakucho shoves the reader's underwear in her mouth, dom!kakucho, daddy kink aheh, semi-public sex (y'all are in a library lol) ♢all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: joining the "Yes, Daddy!" collab by @sugarbebenireo! and yes this was... a bit inspired by ana huang's book called "twisted love"... yeah i was reading a bit and i had the idea lmaoo so yeah i hope i did kakucho justice with this

Needless to say, you were used to Kakucho getting injured ever since you were assigned to be Bonten's nurse...

You tended to everyone despite being uncomfortable. However, the only person you managed to be comfortable with was Kakucho

The both of you had become close enough to be considered friends. Kakucho was a little hesitant in becoming comfortable with you, but gradually, he opened up and considered you as a close and trusted friend.

But then... well, Kakucho thought of you as more than a friend.

So when you were in the library that night, hearing the door open and seeing Kakucho looking like he had been drinking and seeing his hand bleed, you didn't hesitate to close the library door and patch him up with some equipment that you carry around for emergencies.

"It's fine, love..." Kakucho says. His voice wasn't slurred but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks flare at the nickname he'd usually give you when the both of you were alone. "It's just a scratch. You've seen worse."

"You're bleeding," You say as you dabbed the medicine with the cotton, flinching a little when you hear him hiss a little in pain. You took a deep breath, finally finishing up with wrapping up the gauze on his hand. "You really should stop getting yourself injured like this, and if you do keep doing this, at least stay sober..."

"If I stay sober, then I wouldn't really be able to say what I want to say to you." Kakucho held your hand as he stared into your (e/c) eyes. Your cheeks flare up again at the sudden action.

"I have feelings for you, and I want to be more than just friends." Kakucho confesses. "I may be drunk right now, but what I'm saying is true."

"Kakucho..." You wanted to say something, but instead you just looked away. Kakucho took this an incentive, his bandaged hand holding your chin to make you look at him. "How am I supposed to kiss you when you're looking away like that?"

You stared at him, speechless. "You're going to kiss...?"

"Can I?"

After a few seconds of silence, you nod. Kakucho pressed his lips onto yours, the kiss starting off gentle. You would have never guessed that Kakucho even felt... anything towards you, considering how you both first started. Now, here you both were, in each other's hold as the kiss started to become more and more aggressive.

When the both of you pulled away, Kakucho had hefted you up onto the windowsill as he kisses you again. You could only melt into the kiss as you let out a muffled moan, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Though when you felt his hand shove his hand over your dress and grazes his teeth over your nipples through the thin lace of your bra (you cursed yourself for wearing something like this of all clothing), your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

"Kakucho, we're in the library. Someone could come in..." You squeaked. You wanted Kakucho to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to keep going. Even if the library was soundproof, someone could very well open the door and see the both of you in the act.

"I'm aware, love." Kakucho pulls your bra aside with his teeth and lavished his attention on your breasts, his non-bandaged hand finding the sweet spot between your legs. "So wet for me, hmm..." His voice was husky when he says this, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. You could feel his erection press against your leg, thick and hard. "Kakucho, wait--"

"Call me something else, love." Kakucho says with a smirk. Your face, which was already red, turned redder than before. You just stayed silent at that.

Seeing your silence, he then says, "I hope you're not attached to your underwear."

"Wha--?" The sound of tearing fabric already answered your question. Kakucho's lap curled into a sly grin at your shocked expression. "Open your mouth for daddy, won't you?"

Either Kakucho was secretly reading your books, or the alcohol was getting to him. But at that moment, your resistance collapsed. You opened your mouth, and he shoves your underwear in your mouth, shivering when you taste the slick of your own arousal.

Kakucho could see your cunt throbbing at nothing as he returned his attention to your breasts as while he slid in two fingers into your slippery folds. You grip onto his hair, tugging it so hard as he was working you into a frenzy. He lifted his head up from your chest and watched you with smoldering eyes. "That's it, love." He murmured, his muscles taut as he finger-fucked you harder.

You could feel that he was knuckles deep inside you now, the obscene sounds of him sliding in and out of your drenched core creating a dirty symphony that intensified your arousal. You rode on his hand shamelessly, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth as you screamed from the makeshift gag. "Go on and cum, slut. Make a mess for daddy."

And you did. Hard, fast, and endlessly, flying high in an explosion of bliss. Calming down, you saw that he unzipped his pants, and was fisting his cock. God, you knew he was big but you didn't know he was that big... and who knows if he'll slide it inside you the next time. Your thoughts were snapped out when you felt his climax all over your thighs.

"Kakucho..." You removed the makeshift gag out of your mouth, breathing heavily. "How long have you been...?"

"Months," Kakucho replied. "A couple of months."

You nod, looking up at him. "Is this a one-time thing or--Ah!"

Kakucho bit the side of your neck, earning a moan from you. "Come on, love... you can handle one more round for me, right?"

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thinlyq · 8 months

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Ana Quotes

You decide once and for all that you aren’t going to eat. There are no further decisions.

The secret of success is the consistency to pursue.

Don’t do anything today that you’ll regret tomorrow.

The hungrier you are, the more fat you burn.

I’m not starving myself, I’m perfecting my emptiness.

Thin is forever.

The only freedom left is the freedom to starve.

Pain is only as real as you allow it to be.

Nothing can’t be fixed with hunger and weight loss.

You cannot taste perfection. You feel it.

Hunger won’t betray you like eating will.

Do not give up what you want most for what you want at the moment.

You have to do stuff that average people don’t understand because those are the only good things.

Every time you say “No thank you” to food, you say “Yes please” to thin.

Thin is beautiful. Even thinner is perfection.

I’m a teenage drama queen. I’ll throw up my guts for self esteem.

Denying yourself food is not true deprivation; never being thin is.

I want my collar bones and hips to be as strong as my mind.

The difference between Want and Need is Self Control.

Fat lasts longer than flavour.

A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

It’s not a diet, its a lifestyle.

Don’t just dream about the change; make the change and be the change. No one will do it for you.

Those skinny girls you envy… When you see them in the cafe, at the mall, at a party, are they eating? No. So, what makes you think you should?

You know what that means? When our tummy is hungry and you don’t give it food, it begins to eat away at your stored fats. Eat away tummy, eat away…

The greasy fry, it does not lie, the truth is written on your thigh.

Food is temptation, once you overcome temptation, you can do anything.

I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.

It’s always better to fade into nothingness than to have a cheeseburger clog your artery.

If I eat anything, I'll eat everything, so I eat nothing.

I'm not yet a winner. I could be thinner. So I must go throw up dinner.

A flat stomach is nice, but a concave one is perfect.

A woman can never be too blonde, too rich, or too thin!

Those bones don't mean I'm skinny, they mean there's more to lose

Ask me to show you perfect and I will show you a thin person

Blessed are the starving, for they shall teach us not to want.

What the scale says is the most important thing.

Being thin and not eating are signs of true willpower and success.

Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing - to take it's nourishment from the air.

If you have weight to lose, lose it. It wouldn't be there if you weren't supposed to lose it.

Every time I have the opportunity to eat, I have the strength to refuse.

An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist - but ordinary's just not good enough today.

Know that the pain will pass... when it passes... you will be stronger, happier, and more aware.

Everything I want to be, I am, only buried under a layer of fat.

Ana, my friend, my companion.

My scale is never happy, neither am I.

Eat to live, don't live to eat.

Good girls don't swallow.

Just say no and keep your mouth closed.

Thou shall not eat fattening foods without punishing oneself afterwards.

If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner, And take to light claret instead of pale ale; Look down with an utter contempt on butter, And never touch bread till it’s toasted - or stale.

I strive for perfection, I drive myself on that. My dream may be far off, but each kilo that falls off, I am one step closer than before. Knowing I am getting closer, gives me energy to keep going. So I do not give up.

An imperfect body reflects an imperfect person.

Food is a hinderance to your progress.

Don't eat anything today that you'll regret tomorrow.

I can get thinner. I can cut it all off. I can wear low slung Levi's and crop tops and long straight dresses like willowy models, and I will grasp with the breathlessness of being airborn. I can fly and be free. I never realized how easyit was.

I, the hunger artist, rarely disappoint my audience.

Happy or sad, rich or poor, it's better being thin.

If you aren't thin, you aren't attractive.

Being thin is more important that being healthy.

I believe this is the true definition of the word calories and should be written in every dictionary.

Calories are tiny creatures that live in your closet and sew your clothes a little bit tighter every night.

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lover-of-mine · 5 months

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The thing is, the blue and green thing is pretty straightforward most of the time. If we're talking about main couples or secondary character.

Like, most of the time, it's pretty obvious, it's a shirt or a jacket, it's the first thing you will notice when you see the character.

The easiest couple to track all down is madney, i think because we see a lot of changes in the relationship, we end up getting more of them with the blue and green color scheme. But it is mostly a jacket, a sweater, a shirt.

So applying that rule to buddie, it happened twice. And it's interesting because it's a repeat shade from the only situation where Eddie and Ana were in the color scheme and because it's the shooting Buck and Taylor blue and green.

Eddie and Ana only have the one scene, so not a lot of choice there, but Buck and Taylor have a lot of them.

So, obvious, straightforward, not a lot to think about, BUT I am a crazy person, and I have been paying more attention to the couples and the use of blue and green, because I got curious after rewatching Boston for the rewatch, because I'm paying a lot of attention to backgrounds and scenery looking for the correct shots to gif, and watching under pressure right after.

Why? Well, I did say madney is the easiest way to track the blue and green thing. Boston is a very blue and green episode even when Maddie and Chim are not dressed in blue and green.

Maddie is wearing blue in the video, Chim is wearing green when he watches it, she's in blue while she's alone (even her hospital gown is blue, and that's not a common thing for the show), he's in green when he's alone, so we are still in the color scheme.

But considering the nature of the episode, Saint Patrick's Day, there is an insane amount of green being used as a backdrop. With Chim standing out because of the way his vest is blue in a sea of green.

But Maddie's jacket is only blueish, so things start to get muddy.

Because when they do meet, they are in neutral colors, but they have a lot of blue and green props and pieces of scenery.

But when she says she wants to go back home, Maddie's in a really dark green with some green detailing shirt, and Chim is in a blue shirt, but they both have jackets on, so the color is not the focus of the outfit.

Not like it would be here, when they find out Jee is a girl or in mixed feelings when literally every couple is blue or green at some point.

So the details matter too. I feel like that's a safe assumption. (It's not, everything about this is insane but stay with me)

Also, the blue and green thing can also be used in the search for love I would say, because Buck is wearing blue on the date with Veronica.

So, I established a pattern here, why does this relate to under pressure or buddie?

Neutral color outfits (which is fun considering their uniform is blue) and blue and green backgrounds. Yes, I understand that the blue is because of the sirens and there is the occasional red there too, but if we are using sirens as bisexual lighting, I'm using it here.

But the thing is, when thinking about the blue and green thing in the great scheme of things, I only ever considered tops, and a few dresses because of Karen, but considering my insanity over Boston, I was like, okay, let's expand.

If we ignore the uniform (I choosing to because they don't have a lot of room with the uniform, it is what it is, and sometimes a scene will happen in the firehouse) Eddie is wearing blue after the tsunami and the will reveal, Buck's wearing blue after Chim goes after Maddie, Buck's wearing blue in the kitchen talk in outside looking in (and yes he's wearing blue because Taylor is wearing green, but he's still in blue), the shirt Buck has under the red jacket during the breakdown is blue, Buck is wearing something blue(ish) when they talk about the couches, Eddie is wearing blue on the poker date, Buck is wearing green on the cemetery.

Oh, but Anna, they are mismatched, does it really mean anything?

Yeah, well, I don't know, but the thing here is actually all about the way I was watching tomorrow earlier, and everything about the episode is about Henren, right?

Hen and Karen don't have a lot of obvious blue and green moments, I've been searching for them and saving the ones I can find, but so far I just have two major ones, when they decide to foster and when Eva comes back the last time.

But the thing is, Hen's color pallet is about patterns. Karen's too. So I made the decision to go around looking for just, anything predominantly blue or green. So now I get to introduce pants into the situation.

Because after this there's even a random couple on a call with the blue and green being completed with pants.

And also, there's another using the background to complete the color scheme moment, since Hen's hoodie is blue and the backdrop is green behind Karen (this is a flashback and flashbacks tend to be muted, but it is green)

Okay, now, why does it matter? Thinking back to some major buddie scenes, I'm tempted to overanalyze Eddie's choice of pants.

Sure, in these two the pants are green, but Eddie is the one with the blue shirt to begin with, so not a lot to on there, BUT, we also have in the green pants with Buck in the blue background.

We also have this, with the green pants and the blue hoodie.

And the green background. Please notice the way the plants are out of focus behind Buck but not behind Eddie.

Also, something that drives me absolutely, completely crazy about the cemetery scene, or just about coloring it while gifing, is that the sky is blue behind Eddie, but it's not blue behind Buck (so this is hell to match)

Buck is wearing green, the sky is only blue behind Eddie. That's also interesting because Buck is never wearing green, unless something is wrong (breaking up with Ali and Taylor, the coma dream, the cemetery, longer meta about it can be found here) and they are consistent about Eddie being green, Buck being blue, so they switched colors, and something they do is switch color with Buck and Taylor when the relationship starts going to hell, so, choices.

Also, I'm curious about the choice of everything in the van being green. Not that there's anything visibly blue about Buck, even the sky and the water are barely blue, but it is funny.

They do have a blue truck, but that feels like a stretch even for me aoskoaskoaskaoksas

Anyway, that's enough craziness for the day, if you read this, I love you <3

#911 meta #911 #buddie thoughts #i feel so crazy right now oskaoskaoskas #so so so crazy lol #but hey #its a pattern lol #i hit the image limit #this is also very long for something this deranged lol #but who cares i dont

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prolix-yuy · 11 months

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In honor of your Bangathon, I spun the wheel 🤣

So we have froggy style with *drum roll* none other than our warm, feral racoon man Dieter Bravo. And we just need that sultry foul mouth.

I'm so excited for all the drabble that are going to come of this.

Lovely Britt! It is the penultimate day of the Bangathon and I've thrown all my rules out the window. Dieter double feature, absolutely obliterating my word count, and I'm having way too much fun with it. Let's get froggy with our raccoon boy!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Froggy Style

Word Count: 2656 (it's 12:45am, there are no gods, no one can save me)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering (f receiving), PiV sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, public sex, sex parties, mentions of fetish play.

Notes: This idea came to me in a dream and I had to write it, word count be damned! Technically I'm spoiling the ending with just the pairing, but I'm sure you would have guessed it instantly either way. Let's go!

“This is a little too Eyes Wide Shut for me,” you tell your friend Ana as she urges you through the front door of a Hollywood mansion. Your voice is muffled by the mask you wear, black lace molded to look like a cat. Only your eyes are visible, held on with a thick ribbon tied behind your head. Ana is sporting a rabbit mask, maybe a little on the nose for the occasion but you could appreciate the honesty.

“Then why did you accept my invitation?” she asks, all smug grace and poise in the skimpy red dress she matched to her disguise. You’re more akin to a kitten, steps uncertain and timid as you take in the room and all its inhabitants.

It had been too tempting, one of Ana’s fellow actors inviting her out to a “masquerade.” When she saw your eyes widen, heat rising in your cheeks, she made a phone call and extended your own invitation. It would have been rude to deny. But now, co-mingling with people who would never know you in the outside world, it all feels like a bad idea.

Men and women alike are masked, some more on display than others. One fox woman is in barely-there lingerie, a falcon man in low-slung gray sweatpants and nothing else. Your skin tingles in anticipation, the long black dress hugging your form a comfort against the tickle of eyes.

“If you get cold feet, just leave before the selection,” Ana says, stepping away from you to grab a couple glasses of champagne. You’re about to question how you’ll drink it when you see golden straws circling the lip.

“They thought of everything,” you murmur, eliciting a chuckle from her.

“Anything catch your eye?” she says salaciously, and you bat her away before surveying the room. Many wolves and lions, a few birds of prey, some dog masks that look suspiciously close to fetish gear. Bodies of all types, but nothing that stood out enough to make you salivate.

“We’ll see,” you say as a chime sounds and the crowd moves deeper into the house. Ana walks next to you, head turning to take in the potentials. You keep yours tilted up, admiring the fresco on the ceiling and trying to ground yourself.

“It’s a pretty good replica, but the real thing is better,” says a deep male voice next to your shoulder.

“The blue is really vibrant,” you reply, “Looks like they followed traditional techniques.”

“Only the best for our esteemed hosts,” he muses, making a smile come to your hidden lips.

“Not a fan?” you tease, an entryway coming into view.

“I would never say an unkind word about those that invite me in their home,” the man says with faux adoration, “but yes, they're extremely tacky and most of their art is fake.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you laugh, turning to see who’s speaking but no one is directly behind you anymore. He must have melted into the crowd. You’re about to ask Ana if she saw him when you come to a bottleneck, two darkly dressed attendants speaking to each guest.

“Are you open to being chosen tonight?” the bright-eyed woman to your right says, holding out a red string bracelet. You swallow hard.

“Yes.”

She affixes the string around your wrist, letting you enter the open courtyard. Silver stars twinkle in the indigo sky, braziers lit around the room offering warmth and golden light. A group of guests, mostly male-presenting, gather in the middle of the courtyard. Around the peripheries, mixed company lounge on crisp white couches in various poses of seduction. You settle on one, letting Ana wander away.

Once guests stopped filing in, another chime sounds and the group begins thinning out. Some remain, nodding to companions or conversing. The majority wander the perimeter, extending hands or sitting beside their choices.

Anxiety wells in your throat. What was someone supposed to choose you for? You’re among the Hollywood twelves, smuggled in by your connections. What would they want with your cheap dress and cheaper tastes? What could they judge from a glance?

Suddenly, there’s a hand extended before you.

“Would you care to be chosen, gatita?”

The voice is familiar, the same man from before. Putting visuals to him is more powerful than you thought. He’s in silk pajamas, white and tan with beautiful renditions of bare-branched trees poking up from red and green brush. You even spy some hunting dogs pointing at invisible prey. Covering his face is a brass-colored raccoon mask, tied with red ribbon. His eyes are dark pools behind it, a halo of wild chocolate curls framing the edges. As much as you want to laugh at the raccoon mask, something about it on this man curls excitement in your stomach. It reminds you less of cute animal videos you send to your friends, more of glittering eyes in the dead of night, and the fear of a vicious bite.

You extend your hand, and his palm is soft and large under yours. “Can it be…private?” you ask, already glimpsing the bold undressing of some guests, others watching on.

“As the lady wishes,” he concedes, leading you away from the crowd. As you ascend a set of stairs, you converse again.

“Why do the hosts have so much fake artwork?”

He snorts, keeping your hand in his.

“Because it’s expected. Big house has to be full of priceless art. But you can’t have priceless art in every house, so you compromise. Say it’s on loan, from a museum, from a friend. A grand lie they all pretend to believe.”

“And what’s in your house?” you ask, reaching the top of the stairs. He pauses, eyes roaming you appreciatively.

“Knew I picked a clever one,” he says, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. “Only originals. My own.” He leads you around a catwalk and down a hall with several doors.

“So you’re an artist?” you ask, stroking your thumb along his. It makes him squeeze your hand back.

“Among other things,” he murmurs before stopping in front of a door with a tag hanging off the handle. Pocketing it, he enters the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

It’s too lavish, an abundance of velvet and ruffles that makes you smirk at the raccoon’s earlier comments. He steps in and stands at the foot of the bed, waiting for you to follow. The bravery you’d mustered earlier evaporates when the door shuts, and now you hover by the edge of the bed.

“Gatita, if this isn’t what you want, I’ll leave. It’s only fun if we’re both having it.” You take in a deep breath and shake your head, stepping closer. His hands come up to smooth over your arms, moving to cup the back of your neck. Tugging you into his broad chest, his fingers find your zip and pull it ever so slightly.

“Would you like to know what I want to do to you?” he breathes in your ear, and you manage a weak yes before he starts unzipping your dress tooth by tooth.

“I’m going to remove this dress, and tease your nipples through your bra before taking it off - one handed, of course. Then I’ll lay you back and pleasure your pretty pussy with my fingers until you’re begging for my cock. Once you’re ready to explode I’ll join you in the bed and put you on all fours so I can hit deep and hard inside you. Make you cum on my dick once, then do it again. Maybe even get you to squirt if you’ve never done that. After all that, if you’re very good for me, I’ll keep making you cum all night. How does that sound?”

Could you actually orgasm from his voice alone? You sincerely worry you will as your dress slips to the floor, leaving you in your prettiest lingerie pressed against his intoxicating silks.

“What about the masks?” you manage to get out, the stiff covering starting to itch against your overheated face.

“Let’s leave them on for now. The mystery is half the fun,” he says, hands sliding up to cup your breasts and thumb lightly at your peaked nipples. You gasp, letting your head roll back.

“Oh, gatita, I’ll make you feel so good tonight.”

True to his word, the raccoon touches and teases you within an inch of your sanity, talented fingers caressing every erogenous zone until you’re aching and shaking with need. You swear if he even circles your clit once you’ll cum so hard you’ll need an ambulance. Want and desire burns hot in your veins, hands searching for his skin and only getting small touches. The caress of your fingers along the open expanse of his chest. Fingers entwining as he presses you down into the mattress. The skin across his lower back. He keeps just far enough away to tease, but always close enough to work you to dizzying heights.

“Please,” you whimper after the umpteenth time he’s worked you up and stopped before you could crest. Tilting his head, he leaves another featherlight touch over your clit.

“Ask me for it,” he gruffs out, voice even deeper with desire. “Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to be inside you.”

The words tumble out of your lips. “Please fuck me, please, any way you want. I need to feel you inside me, need to cum around you. You’ll feel so good, I’ll make you feel so good…” You could beg for hours more but he’s turning you over and moving you up the bed, settling on his knees behind you. Tugging your hips, he lifts you to crouch, hands on the bed and feet planted under bent knees. The position is new to you, but the control you feel like this, hearing the condom wrapper rip and the pops of the last few buttons on his shirt, is thick in your veins.

“Tilt your hips,” he orders, and you arch your back to offer your needy cunt to him. He stretched you well on his fingers, but just the snug fit of his head pressing inside you widens your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp, earning a soothing stroke over your hips.

“Sure know how to make my cock even harder, gatita. Say it again.”

You whine through your teeth as he sinks further in, stroking two fingers over your clit.

‘“Fuck, you’re so big, my pussy’s full of you, I don’t know how it’s gonna fit inside me but fuck, I want it.” The end rushes out as he shallowly fucks into you, letting you adjust to his girth.

“Oh gatita, don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he promises, rolling his hips even deeper. Your arms shake with the effort of holding yourself up, mask hot and sticky with sweat as you pant into the fabric. You want nothing more than to rip it off and let him devour you, whoever he may be.

Finally, he’s fully seated and you’re delirious with how stuffed you are. One slow stroke out makes you grip the sheets, waiting for him to fill you again.

He's not making you wait any longer. The pace is firm, steady to start, working you around his cock and soaking him with your arousal. Your calves begin to burn but you pay no mind, instead using the leverage to push back against him. He groans at this, helping guide your hips with his hot touch.

“Fuck, your pussy is goddamn divine, squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna make you cum around me and then I’ll give you what you deserve.” Your head spins as he speeds up, every thrust angled right into your g-spot with mind-blowing accuracy. Gathering slick from your dripping cunt, he circles your clit steadily as you clamp down on him, the precipice of your orgasm right at your fingertips.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming,” you squeak before your knees give out, arms buckling as you tumble into the pillows with every nerve ending singing his praises. He’s firm behind you, murmuring how good of a girl you are, how good you’re cumming on him, how hard he has to try not to cum yet. The praise melts you down into barely perceiving a world outside the pleasures of your body.

Once the aftershocks subside, your cunt even tighter around his throbbing cock, the man speaks.

“That was so good, gatita. Now hold on.” At that he begins well and truly fucking you, deep and fast with snarls dripped onto your skin. You half expect to feel a bite, but only his fingers dig in to your thighs to keep you pressed tight against him. You let him use your pussy, content just to feel him pulse inside, when his fingers return to your clit.

“Did you think I was done with this?” he pants, teasing the sensitive bud from overstimulation back to drenching pleasure as he coaxes another orgasm to the surface. “Together this time, on five, four, three…”

You can’t believe this man is going to orchestrate your orgasm, but just as he’s nearing one you feel the telltale tingle erupt into molten fire filling your lungs with a wild shout. He’s shouting too, buried in your cunt and shuddering. It takes long minutes for you both to catch your breaths, white spots dancing around the edge of your vision. Finally he eases out, tugging your knees back to lay you down. You welcome the change, body relaxing as you hear him throw out the condom and return with tissues.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you say, still a little loopy from all the endorphins flooding your brain. The raccoon man chuckles as you turn and sit up, admiring him standing in those designer pajamas, bottoms pulled up but top still open. Your mind wanders to kissing every inch of his chest, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. A small fear in your chest, unknown even to you, falls away.

“I’d like to take the mask off,” you say, looking up at the raccoon man. His hands falter, coming to his waist and tapping nervously.

“Are you sure?” he asks, trepidation in his voice. You nod.

“It’s okay, I’m a nobody,” you say, hands on the ribbon behind your head.

“I’m not,” he says quietly, stilling your motions. He’s turning away from you, tense and anxious. You know the feeling.

“You don’t have to. I won’t ask you to. But I'm okay with you knowing me.” You tug at the ribbons and let the cat mask fall away. You skin can finally breathe, making you sigh in relief. The raccoon’s eyes snap to you, and all the hard lines of his body soften.

“You’re...more beautiful than I hoped,” he says, awe in his voice. It makes your skin heat up again, a shy smile fighting on your face. It was kind of sweet, the idea that this stranger would know you for only this night, and that it could be your secret. Even your face would be his and his alone.

Then his hands lift to the back of his head, and the racoon mask comes away in his palms.

A blink. Then two. Then shock paints your face.

Did Dieter fucking Bravo just ruin your pussy?

But he’s kneeling on the bed and kissing you breathless, tearing the rest of his clothes off, and you remember the night’s still very young.

Maybe you could share a few more secrets.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x female reader #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble fic #prolix fics

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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 year

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Mini Costume Meta

Poker game Eddie!!

I did bucks outfit yesterday and today its the turn of Eddie!!

Again I apologise for the rubbish screenshots, I'll have better ones in my actual costume meta after the episode has aired!!

It's really hard to tell in these screenshots, but Eddie is dressed in a blue tartan suit. When the still dropped and we all went into meltdown, I thought the jacket was blue and a dark green teal, now I've seen it a bit better, I'm pretty sure its actually royal and navy blue - a navy that is almost black!

Ok firstly we have the check theme to contend with and the fact that in 911 verse, check means potential danger and change and that rings true here, I just don't think the check is for physical danger.

We need to look at all the times Eddie has worn a suit to fully appreciate what is going on with the check, so bear with me!

This new suit is the 4th one we've seen Eddie wear. First up is the navy suit (and grey marl tie) we see him wear to his interview and look around Durrand School.

Then we have the black on black suit we see him in when he's suit shopping for Christopher with Ana.

Followed by the blue check suit with black spotty shirt we see him in at Hen and Karens vow renewal.

I hope you can all start to see what is going on here - each suit is connected not only to where Eddie is at mentally, but it is also connected to a person (Shannon, Ana, Eddie himself and then this new one Buck) and a key moment in Eddies story.

I'm not going to really really drill down into all the suits because I don't have the time, but that first navy suit with its white shirt and mismatched tie is very much conveying an Eddie who is both uncomfortable and unsure of who he is - the mismatched nature of the overall outfit is meant to look a bitt off and jarring. The navy of the suit itself is about trust, loyalty and stability - all things very relevant to Eddie in that moment - he is trusting Carla (and by extension Buck), he is trying to provide stability for Chris, and he is still loyal to Shannon.

Its very telling that the only truly odd one out is the black suit - the one connected to Ana! Its also the only suit we know for definite that Eddie didn't pick for himself. The black suit is meant to indicate the concept of the black dog of depression - a black cloud hanging over both Eddie and the relationship with Ana.

The suit Eddie wears to the HenRen vow renewal with its small check pattern and the black shirt with the blue dots is showing us Eddies progress - he's still going through it, the check tells us that - but the fact that we've gone from Eddie having panic attacks in a black suit and we've now got an Eddie in a much brighter blue (still with some black in the shirt as a nod to the previous suit - think of it like the blue overtaking and erasing the black) indicating that he is much calmer and at peace with himself. If you want to read more about this suit, then head over to my pinned post and read the costume meta for 5x18!

Back to the check theme and the new suit jacket - yes this is a darker suit than the previous one, but its still two shades of blue - a combination of the navy of the first suit and a brighter blue which connects to the vow renewal suit. connecting the two suits to this suit is important from a narrative perspective,

for me the use of this tartan check is just the next stage of the very tiny check - its not going to be all smooth sailing for Eddie yet and I think the Pepa meddling is the thing that the check is foreshadowing

White pocket squares - nobility and wealth as well as love and luck - much of these meanings stem from the age of chivalry - ladies pocket squares being given to knights of the joust as a token of luck etc

In modern US parlance, pocket squares are a symbol of anti traditionalist values - by this I mean, you won't find those of a right wing persuasion (Donal Trump and his lot) wearing a pocket square. Pocket squares are and were considered a symbol of sophistication - especially in golden age Hollywood - Cary Grant, Fred Astaire, Clark Gable etc all wore pocket squares in various ways.

The reason I'm giving you all this information is to point out that the fact we have Eddie wearing one here is both interesting and telling. As far as I'm aware this is the first time we've seen one worn on 911 (I don't have any notes of any of the mains wearing one in my costume plots!) so this is tapping into all of the meanings above, Eddie is wearing it as a symbol of wealth (appropriate for a poker game!) but mostly as a nod to old school Hollywood.

The costume department are trying to evoke that era through Eddies costume, the set is also evoking that era and so the two things are working in tandem (Bucks red velvet suit jacket also does the same thing - it mimics a smoking jacket which was a common thing for men to have in their wardrobe and wear to play poker or pool). They're essentially trying to make Eddie look like those leading men because in their films they always got the girl (in Eddies case its indicating he's gonna get the boy!).

Onto the Black turtleneck! Black turtlenecks have such an interesting history, they have very strong links with antiestablishment and activism - often worn as a statement or a symbol of protest. The turtleneck is meant to be non-conformist and set the wearer apart from societal norms. The black panthers wore them as part of their 'protest uniform' in the 50's and 60's making them part of the activist style and cementing them as a garment of protest and dissent.

Steve Jobs very deliberately chose the black turtle neck as part of his uniform - to appear down to earth and casual, but also to set him apart from the shirt and tie wearing Bill Gates - it made Apple seem not only aspirational, but also more user friendly to the everyman over the nerdy suits of the establishment!

We've seen it used for the same purpose in film - think Cary Grant in to catch a thief - wearing both a navy and white striped turtleneck as well as a black one when he's being 'the cat'

Or even Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face - when she's in the jazz club dancing - a scene supposed to show her as different from the traditional models found gracing the pages of 'Quality' the fictional magazine Fred Astaire's Character photographs for.

In the 1920's and 30's, Noel Coward made them popular and as a result they became a symbol of queerness - this is also the origin of the black turtleneck as a piece of clothing representing something non-conformist that all the other iterations stem from.

So Eddie wearing a black turtleneck at this moment in time is such a choice. It is meant to show us an Eddie who is comfortable in his own skin and that that Eddie is non-conformist. This works on a couple of fronts - it is a nod to the fact he has defied his families expectations and choices for him - that he has decided to be better for himself, that he's going to therapy and working on himself. But its also a nod to an Eddie now comfortable enough to break from heteronormativity and embrace his queerness - something which is still considered to be non-conforming!

I've already screamed about Eddies watch (you can see a decent glimpse of it in the still above), so I won't go into it too much here, but I will mention again how important I think it is that this is (likely, as we've not yet seen the episode) the first time we're seeing this new watch. I mentioned previously that the first time we saw the blue faced leather strapped watch was at his coffee date with Ana - a watch very much connected with Christopher and of course that relationship was very much about Eddie following Christophers heart not his own (even though we know Christophers heart will probably be happier with Buck than it ever was with Ana!!!). So this new watch is very much now connected to Buck (and the fact that Buck appears to also be wearing a new and metal watch has me all kinds of feral because if he is it is telling us that Buck and Eddie are both on the same page and that their timing is now in sync - so Buddie cannon here we come!!

#kym costume meta #911 costume meta #mini meta #911 meta #costume meta #Eddie costumes #poker date is giving me so much life #costume team I adore you #they just keep on serving on the storytellingfront #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #eddie diaz #buddie

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imnotavamp1r3 · 3 months

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♡ Some sims I made! ♡

Basically I thought it'd be fun to make some emo and scene inspired sims in The Sims 4 and these were the ones I came up with. I ended up naming them Helena, Ana, and Andy and I'm really happy with how they came out!

🎀 Helena:

Helena's style is supposed to be very emo. I mainly based her outfits based on things that I would wear. For her casual outfit, I put her in a The Birthday Massacre shirt, and, although they're not exactly emo, I thought the shirt would suit the outfit really well. I also love her pyjamas because it looks like a Skelanimals onesie!

🎀 Ana:

Ana is obviously a scene girl and I think she's my favourite out of the three. I went for a very pink look because I just love pink. Her casual outfit's definitely my favourite and her fitness outfit ended up looking surprisingly good. Also, in the game I named her Ana Acid because I thought it was a very scene queen name. She's so cute and I love how she turned out.

🎀 Andy

Vincent is the one guy I made and he's very much inspired by people like Johnnie Guilbert and Max Green. And yes, his formal outfit was inspired by Revenge era Gerard. I don't have as much male cc so he turned out a little more basic than the girls, but I still think he looks pretty good.

CC links:

🎀 CAS background

Helena:

🎀 The Birthday Massacre shirt

🎀 Hair

🎀 Striped arm warmers/socks

🎀 Eyeshadow

🎀 Formal hair

🎀 Cobweb dress

Ana:

🎀 Hair

🎀 Raccoon extensions

🎀 Bow

🎀 Corset

🎀 Kandi

Vincent:

🎀 Collide With The Sky shirt

🎀 Ribcage shirt

I don't think I used any packs, so everything else is either base game or a duplicate.

That's it, byeeee! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

#emo #scemo #scene #pink scene #girlblogging #the sims 4 #simblr #the sims #scenemo #scene queen #rawring 20s #rawr xd #scene emo #2000s emo #emo girl #emo boy

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cocomintcat · 2 months

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Heaven's Princess (Part 1)

Go To Hell

Prologue || Masterlist || Part 2

Song(s) of the chapter: Backstabber (Kesha) + Oh Ana (mother mother)

Looking up, water dripped through cracks in the roof. The house was in poor enough conditions, but it always got worse after bad storms.

“Dear, come here. Stay away from the leaking spots and wear this, it's cold.” A sweet woman's voice offering a dry coat. Moving over to her, putting the coat on was a small blonde haired child. “My sweet baby, you don't deserve to live like this.”

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“Here sweetie! I was able to save up enough to buy some meat AND veggies! I made your favorite!” The portion set on the table was small but delicious and fresh. “It's all for you! You deserve it for being the best darling daughter!”

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“There's my gorgeous girls!”

“Aww sweetheart!” They're love even prevailed through tough times. “Come here Bia give your Daddy a hug!” Running into their arms, warmth and tender love enveloped the small girl.

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“I'm sorry we can't give you better… You deserve the world.” Mother's voice cried.

“I know mom.”

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“Really think you're better than everyone here? Hahahah! As if you can't even get new clothes! You look like you found those in a dumpster, though with your home life you probably did!”

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It was irritating to watch other kids at school. Always dressed in new clothes bought by their parents. Bragging about being taken to new restaurants. Talking about how their parents spoil them rotten. Pathetic, they don't even deserve what they have. Even being the top of all her classes, everyone looked down on her.

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A dry dark night was lit ablaze from the flames engulfing a small rundown home. Heat engulfed the bodies inside, no one knew the cause nor really cared.

Heaven had been an interesting experience for Biatreh. So bright and gentle, however she was unaccompanied by her parents. As expected only she was worthy to get here. Unfortunately she still wasn't super happy, she was ranked 2nd lowest in Heaven's hierarchy. Just a winner, nothing special since there are thousands just like her.

One day she stumbled across a performance and met the Princess of Heaven. She was a very kind girl, full of energy. However Bia hated how sympathetic the girl was towards people. She wasted her energy on people that should be below her. She barely did anything for her title nor does she use it. It was a waste on someone like her. However being friends with Eliora had its perks, maybe she could help Eliora be more worthy of her title. Soon after befriending the princess, Biatreh met Sera, the head seraphim. Biatreh and Sera shared a lot of ideals and beliefs.

This friendship with Sera made Biatreh more aware of the type of person the princess was. Her sympathy wasn’t only towards lower ranks in Heaven but also towards those on Earth, and worse Hell. Bia thoroughly expressed her feelings of disgust openly towards the idea of sympathy for sinners, this made a discussion between the two angels.

“The princess needs to learn why there shall not be any sympathy towards such things!”

“Relax Bia. Though I agree the best we can do is steer her down the right path. Luckily she’s not much of a dreamer like Lucifer before the fall, but she is as kind-hearted as he was.”

“That might lead to her downfall…”

“Unfortunately if her innocence is ruined or she defies heaven because of it, yes, it will be.”

Eliora’s POV

“And here is one of my favorite animals, foxes! Oh, and next-” You excitedly showed Biatreh around Heaven’s zoo.

“Aurora* calm down, they're just animals. Nothing I haven’t seen on Earth.” You pout before your face lights up again.

“Do you have a favorite animal?”

“Hm. I quite like sheep. They were my favorite animal as a child.”

“Oh! So that’s why you have sheep features! Aw that must be nice!”

“I guess so. Why do you like foxes?”

“Well I think they look very beautiful, they are also like the perfect combination of dogs and cats!”

“Foxes don’t have a very good reputation or at least don’t symbolize good things.”

“I’ve heard, but that's like saying every human is bad because some sin? All the foxes I’ve met are very sweet, if not a bit cheeky and silly at times!” You giggle, Bee wasn’t the first person to ask you this. You catch a glimpse in her eye that makes you feel like she didn’t like that answer all that much. Before long you both are hungry for some lunch so you take her to a favorite spot of your’s.

“Granny, it's good to see you!” You quickly run into the older woman’s arms as she hugs you tightly.

“Hello darling! Come by for some lunch, and you brought a friend. Come deary, let me fix you up something.” You were led to a table where you were then given some menu suggestions to pick from. Soon enough, Grandma Estelle treated you both to a good helping of food, insisting you eat more since you were so young before leaving to go situate other customers.

“So you come here to eat pretty often, huh?”

“Yeah! It's so nice here and the food is amazing!”

“Do you ever eat at higher scale places or have servants that, well, treat you since you’re a princess?”

“That’s how human kingdoms are run, Bee! Heaven is a lot different structure wise.”

“I see, but you’re still of higher rank are you not?”

“Does it really matter?” You raised a brow, confused where this was going.

“Wouldn’t you intimidate a lot of people from going to lower status places or overwhelm the small business with your popularity?”

“I mean some people get nervous around me but I’m just another angel in Heaven?”

“You’re Heaven born, a seraphim, God’s princess, youngest sister to the 7 virtues? Must I say more. You really need to start treating yourself as such. How else will you be able to help your people?”

“How does that help my people?” You feel hesitant, the wings on your head lowering tucking themselves in. You didn’t know how to feel about what she said ‘I’m a princess, yes, but I'm just another angel in Heaven. Besides being holy and good, is there more I really should be doing?’

“Well, authority to have people respect your voice and opinion for one. You’re not an average angel, Aurora. You also should start involving yourself in politics. It’d be good for you to know more about hell and earth. Maybe work under Sera with Emily? You’re going to be an adult soon. You should start actually taking your future seriously.”

“I have been! I’ve been observing other upper ranks doing their work and assisting if needed.”

“But you need your own job. You can’t gain the power of an archangel if you don’t.”

“I don’t care to be an archangel or a separate title!”

“You should. It doesn’t look good on you if you don’t work as hard as you’re family. Not to mention isn’t that why they took you in? To replace the last seraph in the family?”

“Can we not talk about this anymore? You clearly don’t understand my family.”

“My apologies.”

“...It’s fine.” You couldn’t stay mad at her. She’s a winner and probably heard gossip from older angels. Though you didn’t understand why she’d want you to replace Lucifer as an archangel. She probably thought others were temporarily taking over his job. Brushing it off, you continue lunch on a slightly tense note.

Friendship with Bee was hard. She didn’t seem to like how you viewed your title, but she also seemed to care greatly about you having a good future. The past year has been stressful. Not too long after your 149th birthday, your father had fallen into yet another depressive episode. This time, you couldn’t help much since you had started working more under Sera alongside Emily. Though you were grateful for the experience you wanted to go and help your father. Bee and Sera were too insistent on it not being your job and making you work hard to learn for your future.

Soon, you were called to a meeting room with just Bee and Sera, “Princess we have an important lesson today. You’ve shown immense progress in your abilities, so we wanted to let you in on something important since we think you’re ready.” She and Bia started to explain the exterminations. Your heart shattered. What they had been doing went against everything. There’s no way your family approved this.

“Sera, who gave permission for this?” You kept a poker face, though obviously not happy about this.

“This is for the safety of Heaven.”

“Sera, do any of the virtues know? Does my father? Does your’s?!” Your anger bubbled up, feeling like it was about to burst. ‘Sera is going behind Heaven’s back! How could she do something so cruel?!’

“Princess I’d thought you’d understand this by now. Heaven is Holy and must be protected.” Your wings appear on your back and spread out far.

“Sera this goes against everything! You don't even have permission! What would the upper ranks say?!” You yelled, desperate to get her to realize how serious this was.

“Bia, do what you must. This can’t get out. I must meet with the returning exterminators.” Your eyes flash over to Biatreh.

“You knew about this?! Is that why you’ve been trying to- You wanted me to convince the uppers?!”

“Well yes and no. I could care less what the upper ranks think, but if you could actually do something worthy of your title for once, it would have been amazing. However, you've disappointed me.” Suddenly you’re thrown to the floor on your stomach. Pain seers through your wings next. You look back to see her ripping them off in half. One by One. Once she has all of them, she puts a foot on your back, your shredded wings bleeding profusely. “These would go nicely next to Lucifer’s would they not. I’ve heard they do this to all fallen angels, though the entire wing.”

You are infuriated how could she do something like this. “Well you won’t be doing that. No one so cruel can hold my wings like a trophy!” Suddenly your wings are on fire burning the ones in her hands to ashes and burning the rest on your back down to the bases.

“Well I guess you should be going now before you heal.” Suddenly you're falling through a portal of red.

Turning around, you slowly watch the sky as you fade in and out of consciousness. A weird, hot feeling makes your body feel like a fire is trying to burn your very being. Sharp pains on different parts of your body. This moment feels like an eternity before you feel someone grasp you safely in their arms. Your body finally gives into unconsciousness as you hear someone gently speak, “I got you.”

Heaven feels a shift. Something is not right. Emily alerts the virtues of Eliora’s odd absence from work. The siblings immediately search for her presence in Heaven. They can’t find it. They can’t let God know, or else his days of wrath may come back, and no one would be spared. Right now, they need to find Elly before she’s put in any more danger than she may be in. Word was told to high ranked angels. Even Adam was let in on it who was pissed someone might have hurt the princess. Everyone could tell this wasn’t of her own doing.

*Biatreh’s nickname for Eliora (yes based on Disney sleeping beauty princess)

Welp Bia is a little messed up in the head. Jealousy be damned i guess?

Anyways I tried to rush this so I could actually start the story (part 2 is written and just needs to be revised then onto drafting part 3!!)

#Spotify #hazbin hotel #mintysseraphreader #platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader platonic

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red-airhead · 11 months

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𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 |

Third part to ‘she’s in the rain’ and ‘pov’

yes I know, a third part for a Kim Seungmin Story that started off in a series? I couldn't resist when I saw that @ana-stasssiaaa wanted a part 3! I hope that you'll enjoy this and that it meets your expectations!

word count - 1,733

genre - romance, fluff, suggestive(MINORS DNI!!!)

warnings - technically body worship, idol!seungmin, father!seungmin, belly kisses, seungmin literally loves readers belly, lots of affection, talks of being horny but nothing is actually written out besides a make out, feminine terms, afab!reader, seungmin helping reader do things, lmk if I missed anything.

To him it felt like a miracle that the first time you guys did it, you had gotten pregnant. He was absolutely ecstatic and super excited that he couldn’t help but immediately tell his members the moment he saw them. You were with him at the time, seeing as you wanted to be there when he told them.

The guys were more than happy for the both of you, and it warmed your heart to see Seungming all smiley. You watched him giggle with excitement and bounce around. He wanted to be with you every second of the way.

That was hard though because of the upcoming tour. And by the time that had come up, he had asked for permission from JYP himself and from his manager to announce his relationship. He wanted the fans to know that he had such a beautiful girlfriend that would soon have a child of his.

It was about 4-5 months into your pregnancy, and while the bump wasn't super noticeable in baggy clothes and flowy dresses, the moment you put on a slightly tighter t-shirt with some sweatpants your bump would show itself a little more than it usually would. You didn’t mind though, it was just a reminder of a miracle baby.

During those 4-5 months, you were with Seungmin during his tour, and in the middle of that tour and during a concert, he had announced you as his girlfriend publicly, in which he had asked you to carefully walk out onto the stage. You were wearing a sundress in purple, his favorite color.

He had completely forgotten you had chosen that dress this morning and how much his heart fluttered when he saw you in it, so it just made his heart flutter seeing you in it again. You had such a shy smile on your face as you walked onto the stage.

You met him half way where he would pull you into a hug as the fans would awh in admiration and from such a heartwarming moment.

“I would like to announce one more thing before we carry on with the show..” He spoke into the mic, before gently putting a hand to your stomach. You were ready, and he was ready. It made him so excited to finally be able to tell everyone.

“Y/N may not only be my girlfriend, but she is also carrying a baby in her belly.. A miracle that happened 5 months ago..” He said into the mic, smiling against it as he saw your expression change from nervousness to an absolute wide smile as you heard the fans scream and cheer with excitement.

After that moment, the show had continued with a majorly happy Seungmin, who seemed to be constantly dancing around. He couldn’t keep still and that showed when you both had arrived at the hotel.

Seungmin had waited for you to get in more comfortable baggy clothes after taking a shower (with his help of course), to go full blown attack on you.

“There's my pretty little babies..” He smiled as he pressed gentle kisses onto your lips. You smiled into the kisses, a hand gently going to rest on his cheek as he pulled you close. Nights like this were often shared because Seungmin was extra affectionate, and that seemed to be all the time now.

“You keep calling the baby pretty but you don’t even know the gender yet,” You had teased, pulling away after Seungmin had finally stopped pressing short kisses on your lips.

“Who says that it can’t be a boy and be pretty?”

“That’s true..”

You two began to bask and relish in each other's warmth and love, Seungmin’s hand placed gently on your baby bump as he held you close.

“I can’t wait to meet them.. I want them to have your smile..” Seungmin had muttered as he pressed another kiss on your temple.

“And I want them to have your eyes,,, your absolutely adorable, and puppy-like eyes.” You hummed out, head turning gently to look at him. His eyes softened at your comment just before he had lifted the covers off the both of you and began getting comfortable around your stomach. His head gently resting against it, listening to the baby’s heartbeat.

This was a daily occurrence, even before the baby’s heartbeat could be heard. He’d rest his head against your stomach, and he’d listen and wait.

Shortly after though, he began to press kisses against your belly once more, “I’m giving you and our baby as many kisses as possible.. They’ll be just perfect, I know it..” He muttered against your skin.

Your hands gently ran through his hair as he continued to press kisses all over your belly.

“You’re so perfect, such a beautiful darling and I can’t believe I get to have you.. I can’t believe you get to have my baby..” He confessed, smiling as he rested his head gently against your stomach once more.

You two stayed like that for a while, just before he came back up to start kissing you again.

Soon enough a make out had begun. These had been a little rare since you both had been refraining from getting down and dirty for the sake of your stamina and health. But these make outs were perfect.

They were so gentle, with Seungmins hands gently rubbing on your stomach or on your thighs. Kisses gently trailing from your lips to your neck, barely leaving any marks but a few here and there sometimes made appearances.

“You make me so horny sometimes that it’s unbelievable..” You whined, huffing gently before pulling his head back up to kiss him on the lips again.

“All the more willing to wait for when that baby is out of you.” He muttered against your lips, you humming in response before pulling away and just getting comfortable in his lap.

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It was basically just in time that you had gone into labor because the tour had just ended a week prior to that. Seungmin and the seven other members found themselves taking you to the hospital to get ready to give birth to a baby boy.

The evening was great too, having an amazing dinner that Chan and MInho had cooked so you could all celebrate a successful tour. You had gone to get a drink of water before your big contraction had hit. Of course you’ve had a couple of them but they’d never been this bad.

You had gasped, dropping your glass of water on the counter before you started gripping onto the same counter. Your water had broke moments after and that's when you really started to cry out in pain.

Seungmin was the first to show up. He immediately went to your side and quickly helped you to the car, ignoring your death grip. He knew the guys would follow soon after without any question, and he could care any less what they did because right now you needed to get to a hospital and stat.

And now here you were, a tight grip on Seungmins hand as the doctors kept telling you to breathe deep and push. Every push came with a cry of pain or tears streaming down your face.

“He’s crowning! One more push ma’am!” one doctor had said while preparing a blanket to wrap around the baby.

With a deep breath, gasp, and another cry of pain, your beautiful baby boy had been given birth. Almost immediately you could hear the cries of your child, and you could feel more tears stream down your face.

Seungmin looked at you and began to press gentle kisses to your face, tears streaming down his face as well. He had walked away to have the honor of cutting the umbilical cord, but came back almost immediately. You were panting heavily as you laid back, Seungmin sitting down in the nearest chair beside you, watching them wrap your baby in the blanket and bring him over to you.

Once your hands had gently wrapped around him, your baby boy had looked at you and you sniffled as you let out a quiet, “Hi Byeong-ho..” one hand lifting to gently caress your child's face.

You watched as Byeong-ho’s face lit up when he saw you, a smile coming from him before Seungmin leaned over to look at him.

“He has your smile baby..”

“And he has your eyes..”

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The next 5 months had been a little eventful. The most recent month, Seungmin had his 5-Star comeback, and he had finally been free of all of the promoting so when he came home from staying at the dorms the previous week, and seeing you singing one of his solo songs to the baby his heart melted almost immediately.

Byeong-ho wasn’t even asleep, so he wasn’t sure why you were singing to him, but he didn’t mind. As he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, you were a tad bit startled but you didn’t mind, knowing it was Seungmin.

“You’re singing to him? It’s not even his bedtime yet..” He muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck in which you sighed from.

“Yeah, but I’d figured I’d sing to him while I waited for you to get home. He seems to love Stars and Raindrops a lot..”

He smiled at that thought before he began to sing to Byeong-ho, in which he immediately looked at Seungmin and smiled, laughing a little as he made gentle grabbing hands at him.

This made you turn around so you could pass him off to Seungmin, “I’ll go and get his lunch ready. You sing to him for the time being.”

You had then pressed a kiss to Seungmins cheek before going into the kitchen so you could start preparing Byeong-ho’s usual, and favorite porridge.

Seungmin instinctively followed you though as he sung to him, sitting at the island as he continued to admire his child and the way that Byeong-ho would babble and laugh with excitement.

Soon enough, Seungmin’s finger was wrapped with Byeong-ho’s tiny hand, and he didn’t want him to let go. You had turned around to see the sight and you even managed to snap a couple of pictures and sent them to Seungmin, knowing he’d want to post them later.

It was your perfect little family, and you were so happy with it.

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids comfort #stray kids fluff #kim seungmin #kim seungmin comfort #kim seungmin angst #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin smut #seungmin

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aurumacadicus · 8 months

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Halloween Trope: Sexy [insert costume]

Pairing: Howard & Maria 🥹

You're single-handedly trying to keep this pairing alive on my blog lmao

Howard glanced into the bedroom as he passed by, then slowed to a stop, blinking slowly as he tried to grapple with what he'd just seen. Finally, he backed up a few steps, peering through the door again. And yes, there Maria was, clipping her garters to leggings that looked like spiderwebs. Howard took a moment to really appreciate the way the fabric clung to her like a second skin, the top hem decorated with beaded lace.

Then a pillow smacked into his face, and he went ass over teakettle with a squawk. "What the hell was that for?!" he exclaimed, pulling the pillow from his face.

"If you're going to leer at me, step inside and close the door," Maria retorted, picking up a lacy black dress that looked more at home in a sorority house than Stark Mansion. "I can't take Ana making fun of me again, and Jarvis tells her everything."

"Ana would be delighted," Howard grumbled, but he also stood up and entered the room obediently. He closed the door, then locked it for good measure.

Maria swiveled on her heel to look at him. "Tony will be home for the long weekend in an hour. That's not enough time."

"I'm glad you have high expectations of me," Howard began.

Maria scowled. "To get presentable again after. I can still hear the way Tony screeched about eye bleach the last time he walked in on us."

"He has a hand, he can learn to knock," Howard huffed, then squinted as Maria grabbed a witch's hat off the bed and delicately pinned it into her hair so it sat at a jaunty angle. "What's this. What's going on."

"I'm a sexy witch! It's my Halloween costume," Maria answered cheerily, doing a spin to show off for him. The skirt flew up.

Howard was distracted until another pillow popped off the side of his head. "Ow."

"Focus," Maria told him sternly.

"Maria, it's September," Howard began, rubbing where the pillow had pelted him.

"I told Tony that if he insisted on wearing a sexy costume, I would also wear one, and I want him to know I'm serious." She turned, moving to approach her full-length mirror. The skirt bounced against the back of her thighs, swishing against the bare skin between her stockings and garter belt.

Howard didn't realize he was moving until Maria barked out a startled 'Howard!' and decided it wasn't a pitch that meant she was going to deck him, hands reaching out to grab her thighs. "Twenty minutes."

"Howard," Maria tried again, then squealed as he pulled upward, feet scrabbling uselessly for purchase as Howard turned to carry her to the bed.

#aurumacadicus answers #sexy hallowmeme #howard/maria #howard after sex: wait what do you mean tony wants to dress as a sexy witch. illegal. no.#maria: *sigh*

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taegonia · 2 years

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services for a queen.

pairing - female reader x jungkook

genre - smut

word count - 1.6k

summary - jungkook serves his queen in more ways than just as the royal head of security.

warnings - sub!jk, dom!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degradation kink, nipple play, very slight exhibitionism (?), inspired by Twisted Games by Ana Huang hihi

“How can I be of service to you, your Majesty?”

„Kneel“

On some days, like today, your schedule with endless visits and meetings with people who mansplained you on how to run your own country, left you frustrated and annoyed to the brink at the end of the day. And this was when you needed an outlet for your pent up frustrations. This was when you would call in your head of security.

Jungkook followed your orders and dropped on his knees before your throne.

You tilted his head up with your index finger and wordlessly commanded him to look at you.

“Take off my skirt.”

As a queen in modern times, you were luckily not to be required to wear pompous dresses with endless layers and a metal cage underneath anymore. It made Jungkook’s task to remove your pencil skirt easier.

The throne room was already empty, everyone dismissed from their duties for the night, when your skirt pooled around your heels and left you in nothing but your underwear and blouse.

Jungkook didn’t dare to let his eyes stray away from yours even if you knew he was dying to look down.

You pushed him down by his shoulders until he was sitting on his calves, eyes on the same level with your crotch. Jungkook licked his lips, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

“You know the drill, Mr. Jeon.”

You pushed your panties aside and hooked on leg on his eyes before pushing his head between your thighs.

You let out a moan when Jungkook’s soft tongue licked a bold stripe along your slit, lapping up at your juices before the tip of his tongue flicked against your swollen clit.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ you groaned, your fingers gripping harder at Jungkook’s hair as you rocked against his face, his lips already covered in your wetness. “You like getting face-fucked like this by your queen?”

Jungkook moaned in response and it sent vibrations onto your throbbing core. His hands were feeling at your bare thighs and rode higher but you swatted them away before they could reach your ass. You pulled his head away by the roots of his soft hair and made him look up at you.

“You either only touch my pussy or not at all, do you understand?” Your harsh tone and scorching gaze were making Jungkook’s cock twitch in his tight uniform pants.“I asked you a question, Mr. Jeon.”

“Yes, your Majesty. I apologize for my mistake,” he replied meekly, a drop of sweat running down the deliciously exposed column of his throat.

“Good,” your palm released the strands of his hair and wandered to the back of his head. “I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours until you have me dripping down your chin.”Jungkook only had time to let out a groan before his mouth was pressed onto your pussy again.

Not long after his promotion to Head of Security, he was called to your chambers to service you in a more… private setting. You needed an outlet for your frustrations and he was the most handsome out of the bunch. And he had never complain about it; he rather saw it as a compliment to be handsome enough to fuck Her Majesty personally.

You could feel his tongue teasing at your entrance to have a taste your juices, before it returned to your clit. “You’re such a whore for your queen,” you gritted, fingers entangled in his soft locks. “Eating her pussy in the middle of the throne room like this, where everyone could walk in any time.”

Jungkook whimpered and looked up at you. The sight of him on his knees for you in his sharp uniform and with his gorgeous face between your legs were straight out of your wettest dreams.

“What would your staff say if they saw their boss, the Head of Security, on his knees like this for the queen, huh? Quite degrading, isn’t it?” You smiled sweetly before you ran a thumb across his cheek.

A nimble finger suddenly ran through your folds and spread your wetness across your slit before it stretched your entrance and filled you up in one thrust.

“Ohh fuck-“ You moaned out in surprise at the stretch. Jungkook didn’t give you any time to adjust to the sudden intrusion as he immediately pumped his finger in you.

You could hear your juices squelching whenever he entered you and soon it was running down the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck, it feels so fucking amazing,” you groaned, tugging harder at his strands as his finger curled and graze the sensitive spot in you that had your toes curl. “Yes, right there, fuck. You’re treating your queen so well.”

Before you could fully adjust to his finger, Jungkook added another one and you couldn’t help but clench around his digits.

His mouth left your clit to lick at the juices on your thigh, leaving a wet trail on your soft flesh. “You taste so delicious, your Majesty,” he groaned against your slit.

His tongue returned to his spot on your sensitive clit that was so swollen it allowed Jungkook to suck and lightly nip on it, causing blinding pleasure to run through your body.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“. He could tell by our whimpers and ragged breathing that you were so close. “You love tasting your queen’s pussy on your tongue, don’t you, Mr. Jeon? So whipped for her taste.”

“Damn right I am, Your Majesty.” A third finger entered your poor entrance, making you let out a loud whimper.

“Fuck, it’s too much.” But like a madman, Jungkook was pumping his three fingers in you with abandon, hitting the right spot with each stroke, and together with his skilled tongue on your oversensitive clit, your orgasm hit you hard enough to make you see stars and let out a string of scandalous moans that could surely be heard by anyone outside this room.

But that was the least of your concerns as your pussy contracted around Jungkook’s fingers that were helping you to ride out your orgasm. When overstimulation hit, you pushed his face away and immediately whimpered at the emptiness when his fingers withdrew.

But before you could let out a word, Jungkook rose from his position and pushed you back on the throne. His strong hands positioned your thighs on each armrest, exposing your drenched folds to his hungry eyes.

His clean hand gripped your face and made your part your lips, before he pushed his fingers with your cum into your mouth.

“Lick,” he ordered. And you obeyed.

He watched you with a dark gaze as you twirled your tongue around his fingers while you looked up at him.

“What would your people say if they saw their queen like this, Your Majesty?” He asked with a husky voice. “With her legs opened wide for her employee, her cum-covered pussy spread wide open for him.... with his fingers down her throat as she tastes herself on them.”

His words made your pussy clench around nothing and he noticed it immediately, being accustomed to every inch of your body.

“What would they say if they knew what a dirty slut their queen is for her Head of Security?” Jungkook withdrew his fingers from your mouth and you gasped for air. He introduced them into his own mouth and hummed in contentment. “So sweet.”

Once he lapped up every drop of your essence from his fingers, he reached down to his pants where a very prominent bulge was aching for attention.

“Now, your Majesty,” He popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. Without bothering to take off his pants fully, he simply pulled it down together with his boxers.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. It was already leaking precum at the slit of the swollen, red tip.

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you and every single bratty word on those pretty lips,” Jungkook said while he was stroking himself. His free hand reached down and ran through your fold. “Fuck, so wet for me again already, Your Majesty.”

“Only for you, Mr. Jeon,” you replied, eyes zoned in to his cock that you couldn’t wait to taste.

Jungkook groaned. Knowing he, and only he only, had such power over the Queen herself was turning him on too much.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth until all you can say is my name.” He reached down to rip open your blouse with just one hand and pulled your bra down until your breasts spilled out of the cups. He kneaded them with a content hum before pinching your sensitive nipples.

“What a queen you are, Your Majesty. Perfect face, perfect tits and a perfect pussy.” His words caused a new pool of wetness to gather at your entrance.

“Please, Jungkook,” you begged and reached down to spread your folds with your own fingers for him. “Please fuck me.”

You could see that something snapped in him when you called him by his first name as he stared hungrily at your drenched pussy.

“Oh, I will, Your Majesty,” he ran his leaking tip against your folds and covered himself in your juices. “I will fuck this royal pussy until you understand that, even if you’re the Queen and think you’re in charge here, this pussy is still mine.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the stretch when his cock entered you. A deep growl escaped his lips as he filled you up and felt your wetness coating him.

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” With each sharp thrust, your back was pushed harder against the cold throne and you could already feel bruises forming on your hips where his fingers were roughly gripping you.

“Your pussy was made for me. Made for me to taste, for me to touch,” an extra hard thrust had you gasp out, “for me to fuck.”

And soon enough, there was nothing left on your mind except Jungkook’s name that spilled from your lips like a mantra as he fucked away your attitude, the bratty words and the frustration of the hellish long day.

#bts jungkook #bts smut #jungkook smut #jjk #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #smut #jungkook x reader

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ashleysweeeetheart-blog · 30 days

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I finally made it to 250.1 and i started at 284.4 just February! I need to be SKINNY for my fucking wedding in July and I would love to just look amazing for my bachelorette party so I can wear the skimpy white dress!

PLEASE give me all the motivation to keep it up!

And just so others know. Yes you can be FAT and Ana! I used to weigh so small in my younger years and believe me when I say ANA never leaves you!

#@nor3×14 #edtumbl #starv1ng #tw restriction #light as a feather #disordered eating mention #i will reach my ugw

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plushietoon · 2 months

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How about 4?

(Because of the reblog)

Hope everything's fine! ✌️

WarioWare Fan Ask Game!

4. Do you have any personal headcanons or interpretations of the characters? (In relation to design, hobbies, connections to other characters, etc)

Tagging @freakattack since they asked about this too. But I will squeeze in more headcanons in that post >:3 (please do not worry I will indulge in stuff here too)

I've been obsessed with this series since 2018, so I have like, about 6 years of headcanons. This does not include me goofing off with the Thangs in my youth, though I love them dearly. ...it's just that this love is overshadowed by ninjas.

Here's a chunk of headcanons:

Orbulon is squishy and very capable of transformation. I'm stealing the idea from @the-ren-amamiya that he cannot change his eyes when transforming into other beings so he still just wears his shades. He fluctuates between both lanky and chubby depending on his mood, but I like thinking of a middle ground between the two...like give him his boots back, please...

Him, Red, and Ana have gotten into transformation antics because we cannot forget that Red is both Ashley's wand and broom. It is very hard to beat those three when they are hiders in hide and seek. I like @scarlett-v-the-fox's idea that Red's transformations must contain the color red somewhere on him. So between that and Orbulon's eyes, only Ana can do a perfect 1 to 1 transformation when she feels like it.

In speaking of Ana, she's a bit like Ash's Pikachu because she likes contorting herself to partially resemble others to emphasize who's she's (or Kat are) talking about. That or she has a non verbal episode...she has quite a few moments where she doesn't want to talk, or simply can't. Yes I am a bit of a believer she has some neurodivergence, because I am in that boat of being neurodivergent and she has the vibes™.

Shadow was specifically bred to be a dog that's an expert in ninjutsu. Most doggos can't quite just turn into a sword. So in a sense, he's an inheritance from the ninja parents...or clan. Honestly I should pull up my notes on how...distant the parents are...if I can find them.

If you know me, you know I am very fixated on the idea that Ana and Lulu end up as besties. Ana still loves Kat. It's just that on the few occasions where Kat isn't around, there was a time Ana latched onto Lulu 'cause next best thing...that and they both love wearing dresses and eating. Ana cannot talk Kat into the whole frilly dress up time. It may not make full sense in most's lores and maybe even canon, but the one I developed with a close friend has those two also be supportive of one another in developing a sense of self. ...I really need to finish that fic where as (pre?) teens where pageant violence happens. ...It's not exactly as exciting as it sounds, but let's just say Ana defended Lulu who was being harassed by others for not being conventionally pretty.

I used to believe that the Thangs literally lived in Club Sugar. It's a tall building, and I tried to recreate that in the Sims 4. That isn't true anymore but Mr. Sugar still has to deal with the Thangs on a 20/7 basis. Also Mr. Sugar has a instagram for his kitty Bochi.

Miyakiyo has a YouTube Channel featuring her dog Jack, the doggo in the "Shake!" microgame from the first game. It's very much like like Maya the Polar Bear, and it's quite popular. She took advantage of the fact that WarioWare featured Jack in a microgame, especially because Wario ain't paying the royalties to feature that doggo. Of course, the twins are still good friends with Miyakiyo and Jack. I just haven't quite decided Miyakiyo's age.

Bridget and Sal Out are rivals...but are much friendlier to each other compared to how Vanessa treats them and Mona.

The doctor from "Listen to the Doctor" has 2 offices, with the one at Caresaway Isle as his vacation workplace. The nurse he works with tends to the one in Diamond City when he's away to that island. Yes he is absolutely the primary care doctor to all of the WarioWare cast.

I have a lot but I'll share more in other posts. Again, got 6 years of being fixated on this series. Feel free to ask for any specifics and what not!

#warioware #plush blabs #headcanon #as for me i'm struggling but i'm here

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redvanillabee · 1 year

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Some Thoughts About Agent Carter Costumes: On Style and Level of Comfort

aka ‘you won’t believe who actually is the little diva fashionista’

So in 2021, I set myself a little challenge: emulate the characters’ outfits so I can understand first-hand how they move and what historical outfits feel like. It’s been more than a year since I began that project, and I have some interesting findings...

Peggy

Peggy’s one of the reasons why this project was started in the first place. I noticed a discrepancy between how the historical costuming community describe mid-century dress, and how Peggy’s experience with her clothes are described in fandom circles. So I wanted to see for myself: how much movement do you get with ‘40s womenswear? Are they comfortable?

In short, yes, they are! And even though I started this project knowing that historical outfits are often more comfortable than we would think from our modern perspectives, I was still surprised by how much movement you get with stockings and garters. I have tested the action and yes, you can comfortably knee someone in the ***** in garters and stockings.

There are some caveats, of course. ‘Comfort’ with garments and outfits comes from familiarity. For example, as someone who wears skinny jeans all the time, including the summer months, the excess fabric of ‘40s wide-legged pants was a bit of a foreign sensation. I don’t mind tight clothing, so I didn’t have trouble with wearing girdles and cinchers as part of my ‘40s outfits. I also have got plenty of experience with heels, so walking and even running in them was not a challenge. I would imagine Peggy—and for that matter, most women in the AC universe—to be familiar with these elements, and find them reasonably manageable.

What I was surprised by, was that Peggy’s outfits are actually on the plainer side of ‘40s fashion. Comparing Peggy’s outfits to historical pictures, other female characters, and historical reproduction fashion, her clothes mainly consist of plain, solid colours. Ana and Rose, for example, wear plenty of prints. Angie and other Griffith girls wear knitwear with interesting patterns.

Overall, I would say Peggy’s outfits are practical and comfortable. A lot of her perceived glamour comes from her makeup, and the fact that her clothes are pretty well-tailored.

Jack

One thing I find interesting is that repeatedly in AC fics, Jack is supposed to be the fashionista—he is supposed to be the one who is fussy with his appearance. But upon closer inspection, that does not appear to be the case.

Like Pegg, Jack’s outfits are plainer and more practical and comfortable than what meets the eye. His outfits seem stylised to the modern eye, with suspenders and patterned ties. But moving past the modern perspective, all he seems to wear around the office are loose, comfortable shirts and slacks. And while suspenders seem like a ✨fancy✨ choice to the modern audience, they are very everyday items in the ‘40s. They are arguably more practical than belts—in my experiments, I find that with suspenders, you trousers aren’t going anywhere, but they would still shift with belts. In short, his outfits are very practical and comfortable.

I would say a lot of his perceived style comes from the fact that he has several well-tailored suits. Another meta once discussed how owning several suits—and well-tailored ones, at that—in the ‘40s speaks to a certain level of wealth and resources. But again, I don’t know how much of that really reflects personal style. Like Peggy, he basically is hiding behind good tailors. On his own, he seems like someone who still values comfort and practicality over style.

Daniel

It’s easy to dismiss Daniel as the ‘unfashionable’ one. His outfits in S1 and AOS S7 seem very boring and conservative, being far more formal than what his colleagues wear and composing of ‘dull’ colours like beige, brown, and black. As for S2, it seems easy to dismiss that as phase. Those loud Hawaiian shirts have been affectionately nicknamed ‘Hawaiian shirts of heartbreak’, and it’s easy to write off that part of his life as a simple experiment. But is that really the case?

The AC costume designer said that, and I paraphrase, the sweater vests in S1 act as a style layer, to have something that adds style and design after the jacket is removed indoors. And that’s what sets Daniel apart from everyone else—he layers. He has a collection of sweater vests in different styles—plain, colour block, argyle, to name a few. And while the fact that he layers can be read as a metaphor of how he hides his heart, one can hardly accuse him of being unfashionable.

His outfits in S2, again, speak to a level of style and willingness to experiment. For someone who seems to dress rather conservatively in New York, he has no qualms stepping way out of his comfort zone, experimenting with loud patterns and a decidedly West Coast style that the AC costume designer calls ‘sultry’. I think this willingness to experiment with fashion and try new styles is not something we can expect from Jack or Peggy.

And then there’s his outfit when he is first introduced in AOS S7, the dark woollen suit combo. For the sake of this discussion, I will engage that outfit in good faith, rather than writing some of the idiosyncrasies off as oversight by the costume department. If I have to sum up his outfits from 7x03-7x05, I will say this: style over practicality. First off, he is wearing many very warm layers for the height of summer in a desert. He is wearing a coat, a woollen suit, and a sweater vest on top of a shirt and whatever undergarments he may have got. Besides, he is wearing suspenders under the vest. If he is intending that to be a style layer that he doesn’t necessarily take off, like in S1, that would make for some inconvenience.

So overall, I would say that while Daniel’s outfits are also comfortable and warm, he is definitely the one who is more adventurous with fashion, and values style a little more than the other two.

#agent carter #ac meta #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #my meta #i've gone unhinged for this show

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