#he WOULD wear button ups and dress formal sometimes but. not suits usually

[pear1ridge-a]

it has been very wild redoing cassie and now tates pinterest bc theyve developed so much since i made the originals and theres just so much more to them now

[p1zzaparty]

a very small, tiny, itty bitty detail i love to see in other peoples drawings of the Losers, especially as adults or young adults even, is what kind of fashion is given to them

like its almost a given that everyones Richie has some weird collection of shitty t-shirts with some nerd thing attached to it. Or brightly colored button ups with polka dots and stripes.

Eddie seems to stump everyone because i've seen him from everything to sweaters, to expensive formal wear, to neon rainbow tank tops. Personally i always saw that guy, with his bright pink and blue polo shirts and simple plain tees, as just a mixed bag of beans. He still dresses like mommy picked out clothes that she thinks would look super handsome on him, with his little stiff gelled combed hair to match. But he rarely, probably has anything that has actual words or icons on his shirts. Maybe a national park sweater here and there, that guy probably loooves gift shops. I think now with his big boy money he'll stray away from his usual get up, splurge a little, buy something branded, something new and expensive. Also something stupid, like shoes that are way too expensive. He's a fake sneakerhead, only really investing in brands he THINKS are cool or trendy. Not that he cares too much about being trendy and cool, like Richie probably does. Just...gets an ear worm sometimes, whispering to him about how they aren't that bad looking, and that he's buying it for himself, not because some jackass on tv wore them. Maybe a shiny new watch too, and maybe even a band shirt for pj-only purposes. Otherwise he's pretty strict on his expenses and just buys what fits and works as a shirt, pants, etc. Comfort over design, squarish in appearance, boxy and casually professional. I don't see him wearing a suit outside of work or waltzing into his nearest cheap café with a confident blazer and matching ironed pants. I doubt that guy even owns an iron, probably forgot to even buy one after mummy-kins passed. Even after she screeched and raved about it too, and he just ignored her tangents, assuming it wasn't even that important, all while his shirts became crinklier and sadder much like him. Sometimes i see people make him almost tooooo strict and formal and buttoned up, to y'know match Richies more casual and stoner-dork like style that's sometimes assigned to him. But Eddie, to me, is always a business casual kinda guy. Like, paid business trip to a golf course casual. Throwing on what's comfortable, giving a healthy amount of thought to what people might think of you. You will NOT find this man dressed to the nines at home, but he does, in fact, have a little pocket protector on his stupid shirt. With a pen or pencil thrown in just to make use of it, an old candy wrapper he forgot about and WILL get washed with it, or a few crumbs from his earlier microwaved breakfast burrito he had to scarf down before Myra had something to say about its ""toxic"" ingredients.

His clothes probably vary in size by a very small margin. Knowing a ball park guess of his pants and shirt sizes, always forgetting to add in it going through the washer, or how a size 30 is a size 31 in Canada or whatever. Probably because he was so used to mummy buying everything for him, even into his early 20s in college. Now he's free from her suffocating grasp, he still copies her sense of fashion and rarely does anything outlandish or fashionable. I think later down the line, in the cannon he survives and goes off to live a happily ever after with Richie, that he'd begin to explore a bit more. Getting that sugar baby money helps, and he'd have to try and buck up with Richie, trying to copy him slightly in terms of fashion.

He's a bland man Sarah, a BLAND man!

[bluejeanstrash]

you’re so right … something about him in a button up is just so *shivers* … so if you don’t mind, what are your thoughts on ceo husband woozi?!?

- 💐 anon

now…about ceo husband woozi.

- first, let’s talk about him as a ceo—universally loved and deeply respected. he’s very humble and never makes a big deal about his position, but his quiet competence demands respect.

- and he expects this respect to be extended to you. his wife will be treated with respect and if he sees anyone doing otherwise, that person is gone. period. no second chances when it comes to you.

- he’s personable but usually reserved when interacting with his employees but when someone asks about you his face visibly lights up.

- kind of a wife-guy. in the best way. like, will make sure his schedule doesn’t interrupt lunch with you (and if someone calls he’ll very calmly remind them i’m with my wife right now. now’s not the time), will always send over a car when you’re coming to the office, etc. basically will make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, always.

- is unaware of how hot people find him in the office. i don’t see woozi as a suit-wearing ceo but more of a shirt with sleeves rolled up (yes, this is self-indulgent) and formal pants type. plus a very expensive heavy watch he wears on his wrist, which is his only ‘show’ of wealth. and when he folds his built arms during meetings, his face all serious, the employees are LOOKING and lamenting god, i want him so bad. his wife is so lucky.

- unfortunately for them woozi has never even looked at anyone else and literally has no interest in anyone else. his entire being is devoted to you, and you’re the only one he desires.

- very proudly keeps his arm wrapped around your waist at formal events while he talks you up, his amazing wife. and at the dinners, he keeps one hand resting on your thigh, sometimes to reassure you with his presence and other times to caress and tease till you get worked up.

- speaking of getting worked up…he loves fucking you in his office. what really turns him on is a quickie before his meetings. if he has a meeting at 3:30 pm, woozi’s buried deep inside you at 3:24.

both of you are fully clothed, only his pants are unzipped and your dress has been pulled up. he makes you sit on his lap and ride him while his hands grip your waist tight. as you bounce on his dick, he groans, eyes dropping to his watch to check the time every few seconds. they’re going to be walking in here in 6 minutes. be a good little girl and cum for me. and when you tell him you can’t yet he simply says then you can cum while they all watch, because i’m not letting you go until i feel you dripping down my cock.

and so you speed up, fucking him faster as you play with your clit, his heavy grunts pushing you closer and closer until you start to cum, squeezing around his cock which always pushes him over edge. as you feel him release his warm thick cum inside you, there’s a polite knock on the door. sir, it’s time for your 3:30 meeting. should i let them in?

you quickly pull off him, both of you fixing yourselves as he tells his secretary to send them in. he smiles, giving you little tap on the ass as everyone walks in, bowing to him respectfully. come in, just give me a minute, i’m just saying goodbye to my wife. everyone bows to you politely as you walk to the door, woozi’s hand around your waist and his cum dripping down the side of your thigh.

i’ll see you at home, love. he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, just like a respectable ceo husband would, pretending like he didn’t just cum inside you a minute earlier.

-

so, anyway, those are my thoughts on ceo husband woozi.

[toomanywordsnllines]

Some would think that the hardest person to put into some formal wear would be Ghost.

He uses the comfiest clothing he has, soft and big enough for easy movement and with as many pockets as humanly possible. The man's practicality in his dressing style is what tends to make people think this way. (Also the fact the man just seems to rotate the same.... four pair of.... everything for weeks on end)

But no not really. When time does come, Ghost is someone that cleans up well. He makes sure his suits fit him like a glove, no unecessary bunching or tightness that would make the whole ordeal be hellish. Always making sure he has spots to hide his weapons "just in case". His hair might be the only issue in everything - but it's not from a lack of trying. The thing has life for itself.

He even makes sure to treat the little invisible parts of his face with care (though that's mostly with someone's else's help).

He's a sight to see when formal wear comes into play. Layering being his best friend even in this situations. Shirts. Jackets. And the vests he uses, usually subtly decorated, hug his chest and middle tight but elegantly. It's both mouth watering and knee weakening.

And does Soap want to kneel

It's rare, but god is it a devine look. Ghost's elegance and confidence always radiate brighter, putting the sun to shame, when he leaves the bathroom.

Dressed and ready to go. Smelling phenomenally like a fresh shower and soft cologne.

Soap always has to count to ten before he even approaches the man. Controlling himself to not do.... something that would get them all late.

But no it's not Ghost who's a pain in the ass to get dressed to the nines. (Soap would even go as far and say the man always looks forward to putting on a nice suit)

And it's not Soap either.

You see being raised with an.... arrangement of sister's makes you a little more preoccupied in your appearance. God forbid he goes out with them in just a plain pair of sweatpants. (He did it once, and wore dress shoes on purpose to see the vein in his twin sister pop and his youngest eye twitch. His mom just shook her head with laughter)

But, no. Johnny takes great pride in getting dressed nicely. Always making sure his accessories go well with the vests and shirts he puts on. From rings to earrings and necklaces. Never too much. Just to pop attention to where he wants people to look

There's this....."necklace" that he loves wearing. For no reason in specific, of course, it's not like Johnny hasn't seen Simon look at him hungrily when he uses it or anything... It's also not because he always leaves some buttons undone when he uses it.... He finds it pretty, is all.

His style is marginally different from Ghost's, of course. While the man likes to go more monochromatic with it. Johnny takes pleasure in mixing blues and golds. Red's, Green's. He has either shirts decorated subtly. Or vests that are the center of attention in different graceful shapes.

He has fun in it. Gets a little boost of euphoria in putting some nice pants that hug his ass nice just right and a vest that flatters his chest correctly. He always forgoes a jacket though. Having the tendencie to roll the sleeves up his arms and leaving his arms exposed. (Price has told him multiple times to not do that since it's not "formal enough"....

"But sleeves are so itchy, Price." He whines, making the most miserable face he can.

Price sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose

"You know what? I'm too tired for this." "Do whatever you want, but make sure to cover your tattoo.")

The perfect image on causally put together - as his sister would tell him.

He also takes pleasure in stealing Ghost's nice colognes and using them on himself. Going sometimes for Gaz to help him fix his hair and eyebrows, making sure everything is in place.

So as you can tell. It's not Ghost nor Johnny. Gaz is of course not even close to that list. And price may grumble (because of the loss of his dear hat) but he gets the job done.

No, the person who is a fucking pain in the ass to get ready. And to pry out of the bed with a hammer so he puts on a fucking pair of nice pants is no one else but local Cockroach Gary, pain in Soap's ass, Sanderson.

Who see's anything besides t-shirts, jumpers and tank tops as a straight jacket. It's like getting a five year old dressed for the cousins wedding. Fighting tooth and nail to get the bastard in nice pants.

"It's tight," he whines, feeling talkative on this day where things don't really go his way.

Soap eye twitches.

Ghost chuckles from where he's shaving by the sink.

Soap is very close to throwing a bottle of shampoo at his head

Johnny has been fighting him, physically, for over an hour to get him in the vest. He could forgoe it. It's not necessary. But he knows Roach likes layers, feels more protected with it, so it would make him the most comfortable to go with it.

"Ah dinnae see ye complainin' when ye put on yer tactical vest-" he tightens his hands on the buttons when Roach squirms again "- stop squirmin', bloody Jesus- I'll go get the fuckin' pesticide, Gary dinnae tempt me."

At that Ghost let's out a breathless little laughter and when Soap looks up furiously at him in the mirror the man has his head hanging low, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Ye think, this's funny? Come dae the job yourself then," he grumbles, giving up with hands towards the air.

"Take care of yer man."

Roach huffs up at him, crossing his arms over an half buttoned vest and an messed up shirt. Johnny doesn't even want to look at his hair, least him have a stroke right there and then. Good thing they decided to start dressing a good length of time before they need to get out.

Him and Ghost trade spots, Johnny finally getting in front of the mirror to get himself ready. His eyes don't get the idea though, straying constantly to the reflection on the two men standing behind him.

Roach refuses to look up as Ghost gets in front of him, posture relaxed and mirth rolling out of him in waves. A hand flutters through his hair gently but he stays looking at the floor until Simon rests his hands on each side of his face and lifts it to look at him. Ghost lifts an eyebrow

"What's all this, then," he says in an exaggerated accent. He does it softly, getting a huff of laughter from Johnny.

His eyes don't leave Gary's tho.

"Tight," he hisses through gritted teeth.

Simon hums as his eyes gaze down slowly his body. Analizing. Roach supresses a shiver.

"This was tailored for you." Ghost puts two fingers between the vest and Roach's chest, pulling gently the fabric towards himself, observing the give and leeway of the cloth in question. "It's impossible to be tight," he points out, head still sucked down, looking through his lashes at Roach, through Roach.

They stand in silence, staring.

Gary is the first to yield.

'It's...it presses...wrong.' He signs, 'Uncomfortable.'

Simon's hand presses gently over Gary's left side, right over his ribs. An acknowledge of what exactly is getting pressed...wrong. Roach let's out a sigh before Ghost pulls away to stand in front of him, head turned to the side and eyes fixated - thinking.

"Johnny." The man in question stops fussing with his hair, eyes already fixed on the ones that stare at him from the reflection. "Do you have your black suit at hand?"

He pauses for a second. "Ah think so, yeah."

So they all stop what they're currently doing and scavenger Soap's side of the wardrobe until he comes out with a triumphant yell.

"Ah asked him an hour ago if he wanted to wear somethin' of mine and he said nae", he says deadpanned as he watches Ghost take the pieces carefully out of the protective bag. He then glares directly at Roach.

Who was fluttering his lashes innocently at him.

He rolls his eyes passing the two to get back to the bathroom and finish getting ready. Gary catches him by the waist. Pulling him in and kissing him on the corner of his mouth. An apology.

Soap hums, turning more fully and pecking him on the lips.

"Sweet talk me all ye want, love. It ain't gonna work." And then he leaves, slapping Roach's backside and booking it for the bathroom in giggles at the man's indignant yelp.

Thirty minutes later and John is up and ready to go sitting on the couch waiting for the other two. It's all quiet besides the occasional muffled sound of Ghost's voice.

It takes thirty more for the bedroom door to open. And when it does Soap is up and looking up eagerly, holding his breath.

Simon is the first one to leave the room. Dressed in all blacks. Hair slicked back nicely, a single rouge strand falling gently over his forehead. Shirt hugging his biceps deliciously and tidied up to perfection. Little gold brooches rest on the collar of his shirt harmonizing everything.

Enticing Soap to kiss his neck

He decided to wear the vest that Soap has dubbed his favorite. Completely black save for the gold accented flowers that frame the whole thing. It accentuates his waist and makes Simon's pale skin and hair shine even under the god awful lights of the livingroom.

The slacks sit comfortably on his legs and God do they make them look like miles longer than they actually are. Fighting for their lives at his thighs and ending just under the ankle. Just missing the shoes and jacket that are by the door.

Soap has to bite his lip and exhale through his nose.

Breathtakingly, drop dead fucking gorgeous is what he is.

He kills for that man.

Ghost saunters closer to him and rests both of his hands on Soap's waist, leaning closer to nuzzle against his freshly groomed stubble. Cologne fills Soap's nose, leaving him dizzy.

He notices familiar earrings resting prettly on Simon's ears. And his knees almost buckles when he realizes they're his.

Dark blue, almost black, just like the vest he's wearing.

"Gorgeous" his voice leaves him in a rough rumble, vibrating in his chest and leaving close to Simon's ear.

The taller man's hand snake to his chin, and heavy eyes look down on him.

"You're not too bad yourself," he mutters, bending slightly to kiss him. It's soft and sweet. Long. And doesn't go any father than that before he's pulling away with a peck on the corner of Soap's lips.

He smacks Soap's ass before going to the door.

"Cheeky." Johnny laughs before he turns back to the bedroom door and his breath catches on his chest once more.

Roach stands by the bedroom door, hands in his pockets. He looks.... Well not self conscious. That's not a word for someone like Gary-

Shy.

Timidly looking at Soap with a soft blush covering his cheeks. And Johnny is stunned into silence.

While Ghost looks sharp and downright sexy in his suit, Roach looks softer. Perhaps it's because of how the clothing sits a little more baggy on him. Jacket longer for his slightly shorter frame. Shirt buttoned with a loose short tie.

His hair is a mixture of slicked back and ruffled. Arranged so the longer pieces curl beautifully behind his face. There's a little golden hairpin close to his ear holding some of his fringe back. Framing it and bringing the green of his eyes forward. Shining with their specks of brown.

All Soap can think is that he looks God-like.

And that he looks his.

Wearing his suit, his jacket, his slacks, his shirt and as John gets closer and wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him flush against his own chest, nuzzling along the curve of his neck. His cologne.

His his his his his-

Possessiveness fills his chest and he can't help but pull him closer, kissing behind his ear and growling.

"My pretty boy."

Roach hums low in his chest, content with tilting his neck barring his throat further for Soap to keep smothering kisses all over.

"Fuck, doll. Ye look so pretty in my suit."

The chuckle he feels against his lips feels like dripping honey, coating his tongue as he licks a long strip just under Roach's jaw. The man gasps, hand tightening where it rests on Soap's shoulder playing with his earring.

His own hand tightens on the expanse of waist he's grabbing. The things he wants do for him-

"Boys."

Ghost heavy rumbly voice calls from the door. A shiver goes down Soap's spine at his tone. Detaching himself from Roach is painful but the kiss he gets on his lips is salve for his wounds.

Gary cuts it short, however and he has to keep himself in check and not whine at the loss. They both turn to look at where Ghost is standing gazing at them.

The self control Johnny has almost gets thrown out of the window at the look Simon fixes them. It's Hot, heavy, eyes so dark he can barely see the chocolate that rests behind the black of his pupils. He realizes that Ghost and Roach had full eye contact when Soap got a little lost in his own mind. He shifts in his spot a little.

"Let's go then, aye." He says cheery as ever.

Ghost turns with a huff and a roll of his eyes, one that makes Soap's grin widen. He's about to follow right after when Roach suddenly grabs his waist and gets incredibly closer to his ear.

"Be a good boy tonight."

'And you'll get your reward' is left unspoken but Soap heard it loud and clear, so much that he's left a blushing stunned mess in the middle of their hall as Roach follows just right behind Ghost.

He wills his heart to stop hammering in his chest (and his blush to stop being embarrassingly hot) before he follows after them, picking up the car keys and closing the door after himself.

Maybe Roach's fuss for fancy clothes wasn't so bad after all... His heart flutters, giddy.

"Bleeding Jesus."

It's gonna be a fun night.

[juminies]

How do you think Jumin dresses day to day? We see the kind of suits he wears at work? But what about at home? Out shopping? Sleeping? The thirst for Jumin lore is unending.

I feel like Jumin would probably take a bit of convincing to dress down! He's so used to business formal, even in the CGs of him as a child he's wearing a shirt and tie in some form or another. Then there's this, too:

I imagine the easiest way to get him to show up for something (pre-relationship especially) not wearing a suit is to tell him there's a dress code hahahah. He's a rule follower through and through.

We do see him dressed more casually in a few of the CGs, so I usually picture him wearing outfits along those lines.

Notes:

Definitely still tends to dress somewhat more business casual than the rest of the RFA

Layers and/or collars! It's what he's used to and what he's comfortable with. If he's dressed down he's probably wearing a sweater or a cardigan with something layered underneath

Prefers wearing long sleeves that he can roll up if needed

Would exclusively wear slacks outside of work, I honestly cannot realistically picture this man wearing a pair of jeans (desire as I may)

Also not very adventurous with shoes. Wears loafers or oxfords and doesn't see it necessary to branch out unless for specific purposes. He probably owns one pair of gym shoes and one pair of hiking shoes and wears them exclusively for the gym and hiking

I imagine he dresses similarly when he isn't going out, too, though sees layers as less necessary when in the comfort of his own home. He canonically owns sweatpants and doesn't wear them, but I reckon he would try them if you wanted him to and end up realising they are enjoyable to wear on occasion. It's your little secret.

I do think he would still usually sleep in pyjamas despite preferring his work shirts. The classic button-up pinstripe type. If it's warm only one half of the set, but whether that is just bottoms or shirt and briefs depends on his mood—sometimes he just likes the comfort of wearing a shirt. Once he gets into a relationship he won't wear the full set from time to time just because then he gets more skin to skin contact with his partner in bed.

He's also pictured wearing a robe in both his 2020 birthday CG and the webtoon, so he probably enjoys lounging in that 🩷

[i-loveoldermen]

JOHN PRICE X READER DATE IN A MALL HEADCANONS

🎀These are just my little thoughts that I think suits him really well, and how he is during dates with his partner inside.🎀

I really believe that Price did not really want to go to a mall for a date, but agreed since you really wanted to go.

Hes the kind of guy who doesn't really care about what he wears, but when it comes to dates he's very formal and has an amazing fashion taste.

He'll probably wear something like a white button shirt with black pants with belt as he doesn't want to seem 'to dressed up' as its just a mall.

I really think he's the kind of guy who doesn't understand the fun in shopping or just walking inside the mall, but seeing how it thrills you he doesn't care how he feels about it.

You will obviously suggest a nice restaurant inside the mall due to the fact that it is a date and it's really important for you that Price also enjoys his time there.

After the nice dinner, you beg him to go to a men's cloths shop, as you really enjoy picking out nice looking shirts just for him and watch him wear it.

(He ends up buying everything you pick out for him, because you seem to love the way they look on him)

After you finish, you immediately pull him towards the makeup stores. You could honestly just go there alone, but whenever you bring Price with you feel so much better.

The reason is really obvious, and that is the way he compliments everything you try on and encourages you to buy anything you like.

You also like the way he choses random make up, because he has absolutely zero idea what they are for but he just finds them really pretty and bets that they'll look gorgeous on you.

After finding all your products he usually gives you his card and says he'll wait for you outside and tells you that you can pick out anything else you like.

While waiting outside and just observing the place his eyes will often catch beautiful cloths that he just knows will look magnificent on you.

When he finally sees you, he quickly grabs you hands and pulls you to the store. He'll give you the chosen shirt and begs you to wear.

Smiling and feeling so happy about how much he cares about you, you take the shirt (or dress) and wear it.

It'll take awhile for you sometimes as you feel like it doesn't look so good on you, but the moment you step out, your whole thoughts changes.

Just to way Price looks at you is enough to tell you how amazing you look. The way his eyes widened and how his pretty lips are slightly parted.

He'll just bomb you with compliments.

"Oh my god hun, if you only I could lend you my perspective and you could see how amazing you look" "it looks like it was just designed for you, baby"

Sometimes you would feel extremely guilty about spending his money, but he would insist that it was ok, and that he didn't really care since he knew how much you spend.

After the long day you usually run towards the house after the car is parked and plop down on the couch.

Both of you tease each other on how lazy you are that you don't even bother changing.

Most of the time, you two just end up falling asleep on the couch, because of how exhausted you are, otherwise you both change and cuddle on the bed till you fall asleep (which Prince often sleeps first as he is the most tired one for some reason)

:)

[sunlitmcgee]

hey sun, do you have like a refsheet/character doc just for keeping track of which character is wearing what etc.? after writing *checks fic* over 1.07 MILLION words worth of fic i imagine it gets hard to remember some details-

also totally unrelated but would you be interested in seeing the heal!benchtrio made in gacha club

When it comes to remembering character outfits, most of the time I'll just keep in mind the character's general sense of style and come up with an outfit on a per-chapter/per-scene basis based off of that. I've often used sites like pinterest to get ideas if i'm going for a very specific aesthetic, but sometimes I'll just google stuff like "silly bee tee shirts" and pick something from that.

heal!Ranboo is usual formal to semi-formal, ranging from his suits to dress shirts to sweaters to simple tees.

heal!Tommy ofc has his dresses and skirts and t-shirts and cardigans, as well as hoodies.

heal!Tubbo leans towards comfortable baggy stuff when he's not in his coat or green button-up.

and XD is just a mix of gowns and robes and whatever fits. they had those high-waisted jeans in one chapter. that was fun.

and the rest of the characters follow the same logic. I don't really have a list,

I would love to see gacha stuff w the boys :)

[collecting--stardust]

There's a party where you MotoGP/2/3, WSBK/WSSP/300, F1/2/3, FE drivers/riders or whatever are invited, but there's a catch. They need to be dressed up as something that starts as their first letter of their name/surname or popular nickname. It can be in any language you know. It can be as general as Celestino going in blue jeans and a blue sweater with his face painted in blue with black dots, as he is going as 'cielo' sky in Italian. It can also be specific as Celestino as Captain America.

So who is going to the party, and what are they wearing?

My dumb ass accidentally clicked the back button and lost everything I had written because I didn't saved my response as a draft beforehand 😭😭😭 I'm sorry that it took ages for me to reply anon 💔💔💔

This is a really interesting ask and I want to at least have a concept going on. Therefore, I decide to combine both of my fandoms: motorsports and k-pop! I have no idea if this is a common thing but in k-pop, before a group release an album, they usually will release concept photos relating to the album. So I decided to make the letter is based on the name of the album and the outfit is based on the concept photos or other photoshoots for the album.

This is going to be a really long ride so buckle up!

1. Tatsuki Suzuki (Moto3) as THE CLAN pt.1 <LOST> (Monsta X)

I actually thought of going with the code photoshoot when I saw these pictures of changkyun and jooheon but that's not really party coded. Tatsu always dress nicely and it's always a treat to see but I would love to see him wearing casual bf outfits and be a heartthrob in full force but we are going to a party and not a date so yeah. The clan outfits are quite simple but I think tatsu will still look fine as hell even in simple clothes. Personally I will dress him up in changkyun's outfit (the guy on the left) so that we can get a sneak peak of his chest and I would make the waist part a bit tighter to showcase his tiny waist more. Maybe add a few necklace there too? I'm not creative in designing but I may add a few more details on the suit to enhance it more or I'll just keep it that way. After all, sometimes simple is enough and he will slay every outfit anyway.

2. Ai Ogura (Moto2) as An Ode (Seventeen)

I love the poet ver the most among the concept photos because the vibe is just *chef's kiss*. Ai mostly wear all black clothes and he does look hot af in them but I will want to add a few colours to his outfit. Minghao's outfit is nice too as well as jeonghan's aside from seokmin and wonwoo that I included in the picture above. I don't know, I think ai suits a not so formal outfits but not too casual either which is why I prefer the poet ver more than the truth ver. If I'm feeling bold, maybe I'll add a few laces but overall, I would not want to disturb the vibe of the outfit and will keep it simple.

3. Celestino Vietti (Moto2) as Chaos (Victon)

I know cele is a private person but boy does he rarely post pics outside of racing. Even the pictures of him in casual clothes he posted is of him in merch instead. Anyway he usually wears simple t-shirt or hoodies (that outfit is still on of the best I've seen of him). So accuse me of favoritism all you want because it's true anyway, I'm going to make him stand out. Basically chaos outfits is mostly techwear core kind of especially the fate version and something that I honestly cannot imagine cele wears but I think he will look so good in. I will add chains and choker to the outfit and maybe clip-on helix earrings just because I can if it looks good. I will make him turn heads because it's my party and he is my fav boy. I actually thought of going with choice outfits especially time ver or in the iconic grey suits with fishnet but I know that I'll die if I saw him in those outfits.

4. Niccolo Antonelli (Moto2) as Nostalgia (Victon)

I really love nelli's insta because it's like really neat and while it's dominantly filled with pictures of him in racing suits, there are still a lot pictures of him in casual clothes. I love nostalgia outfit especially the one used in the nostos ver concept 2 aka the one used in the album cover. I will dress nelli up in what chan (the guy on the left) wore because I really want to see him in formal casual wear (is that a thing? Idk I suck in fashion). But if he prefers a more simple outfit, sejun's (the guy on the right) outfit will do with a loose t-shirt and patterned jacket over it. But it's my party so I will make sure he wears chan's outfit anyway ✨

5. Tony Arbolino (Moto2) as The Name Chapter: Temptation (TXT)

I like tony's style because I think it suits him a lot. One of my fav outfit of him is the one he wore a black jacket with white pattern(?) over a white shirt though he doesn't post any proper pics of him in that outfit. Okay back to the topic, tony has a lean body and the outfit in the lullaby ver of the album is basically fit turtlenecks with tight pants so that will do a great job in showcasing that. Since the outfit is quite simple, I will focus more on accessories like the chains or is that a necklace idk. Or maybe the string of lights or whatever on taehyun's outfit because it looks pretty. Maybe I'll include clip on earrings (does tony have ear piercings?) if I'm feeling bold. Well all 4 versions of the album has beautiful concept photos such as the nightmare ver, daydream ver and farewell ver so I can decide which one to indulge on 😌

6. Luca Marini (MotoGP) as Lotto (EXO)

Luca is a model and everyone is aware of that. He can wear a simple black t-shirt and everyone will swoon. I was debating between love shot or lotto's outfit (he will look hot in jongin's red suit) but I want to showcase his tiny waist more so I go with lotto. Lotto's outfit is mostly suits with a belt over the waist so that's perfect with my agenda. I either will go with a simple necklace or a choker if I'm feeling bold. Basically I will spend a lot of time on detailing of the jacket of the suit(?) and maybe make it slightly longer to resemble a coat to showcase his long legs. Well either way he will stand out anyway because he is luca.

7. Takaaki Nakagami (MotoGP) as The Book of Us: The Demon

Damn I miss Day6 hhh Uhm, okay, so taka can be a model in whatever clothes he wear just like marini for me so I think he doesn't need much styling. I really like his style because it seems simple but casual and comfy at the same time(?). Basically the type of clothes I personally will want to wear. I notice that he usually wears bright clothes and I wish to see him in dark clothes a bit more. Jae's (the guy on the left) outfit is nice because obviously you can't go wrong with a suit. But I will prefer to dress him up in dowoon's outfit more (the guy on the right and the one standing at the center in that pic in that link). I don't even know what kind of style is that but it reminds me of a gentleman with power like uh noble? Maybe not I don't know but yeah I think it will suit him a lot though personally, with how hot he is lately, I think I will focus on him more than the outfit anyway AHAHAHAHA

8. Mick Schumacher (F1) as Minisode 2 - Thursday's Child (TXT)

The title track of this album is good boy gone bad and I really want to see mick gone feral after everything that happened (we saw a glimpse of dgaf mick near the end of last season and that's sexy). Actually I thought of going with the hate ver outfit but it's like too drastic from his usual style so I decided against it. Anywayyyy I think he fits beomgyu's (the guy on the right) outfit more and that may be because I just can't imagine him wearing fur like clothes like hyuka (the guy on the left) did. Since mick doesn't even dress up much and mostly wears his under armour clothes, those kind of style will be really interesting to see from him. I'm thinking of a choker instead of that necklace but nothing too extravaganza to still maintain that 'good boy' concept. Actually thinking back, I may keep that necklace I don't know I'm indecisive. The lipstick smear is a must though as an indication to 'gone bad' part.

9. Yuki Tsunoda (F1) as Youth (WEi)

There's not much albums that start with Y unfortunately so there's not much choices that I can pick from :( But I noticed that yuki rarely tuck in his shirts and I think junseo's (the guy on the left) outfit will look good on yuki though I prefer donghan's. Yuki usually dress quite simple and most of his clothes look comfy so I think that that leather(?) shirt donghan wore would be quite a new sight on him. Or maybe he had worn it before but I wasn't aware. Well either way, I think yuki is the type of person that steal looks even when he doesn't dress extravaganza so I would prefer to keep his outfit quite simple. Maybe a necklace but not much addition.

10. Guanyu Zhou (F1) as GO生 (Stray Kids)

I initially thought of going with zhou guanyu with zelos by vixx as the concept but then I realized that I used first name for everyone else and decided to go along with it. That's why I used guanyu zhou even though I know zhou goes with zhou guanyu instead (and it feels kinda awkward typing that out since I'm used to zhou guanyu too). Anyway! I really love zhou's fashion style and his ig is so aesthetic like hhh He also seems like he is up to try something new considering he doesn't really stick to one style only. While the concept photo for GO生 is not too out of ordinary, I want to see him dressed in shiny jackets. It will be fun to put more details on the jacket to make it stand out more, especially if the jacket is already in bright colour like the red one seungmin wore in the photo. This can be a good look too! I think I will focus more on accessories or even hair styling like maybe one or two small braids? Either way, I think it will involve quite a lot of experimenting beforehand.

[sanpatron]

As someone who tends to think of himself as pretty fashion conscious, Django's sense of style usually focuses on a few key factors; occasion, season, and mood. His choice in clothing tends to lean towards the finer end of things as he has pretty expensive taste and the money to satisfy such wants. However, that hasn't stopped him from shopping in stores that are far more casual when compared to higher-end establishments. Always gotta remember your roots! And it's in that same vein that you come to understand why he always has a need to wear something in purple—whether it be a shirt, jacket, pair of sunglasses, or even as tiny as ring. He will always find a way to fly his colors and represent the gang that has given him everything and made him into the man he is today.

Unfortunately I don't have many reference pictures on hand, so I would like to try my best to explain some of the clothing he'd wear and categorize them into different sections. Afterwards I'd like to share some in-game screenshots from at least the third game to give a sense of what I usually dress him up in!

Also I made one of those Pinny boards for outfit ideas. I'll definitely be adding more to it in the future.

Work:

Work clothing usually consists of either a two-piece or three-piece suit, a few accessories he'll swap around (glasses, rings, watches), and either dress boots or oxfords. He tends to keep both his shirts and jackets to solid colors, but will change things up from time to time. Mostly for the jackets though as he personally thinks it works better for him. He owns one pair of eyeglasses (steel with squared frames) and several sunglasses to go with certain outfits. Rings can range from different gemstones to a few signet rings. His particular favorite being one with a tiger on it.

Usually he would mostly wear these outfits while at the store/office. But if need be, he'll continue to wear it if he needs to step out for anything, whether it be related to GANG✩STAR or not.

Off the Clock:

Django tends to dress down considerably when he's out and about. Sometimes he'll still wear suits when just cruising around the city, but these are considerably far less formal than what he wears during work. Depending on the weather you can find him in either t-shirts, hoodies, military style jackets, casual short sleeve button down shirts, jeans, sneakers, boots, track pants, boat shoes, floral shirts, sweaters, etc. A lot of it is heavily inspired by street fashion and even sometimes skater fashion. As previously mentioned, there will always be a little bit of purple found somewhere on his clothing. At times he might even incorporate a Fleur-de-lis somewhere, though oftentimes it's mostly found in the form of a necklace.

At Home:

Honestly it's just shit like band shirts, sweatpants, and whatever the hell else he felt like putting on. Dude just wants to be lazy.

Welcome to the part of the post where I just dump pictures I literally took minutes ago in SR3 just for reference. It's not a lot, but it's a decent idea of what I like to imagine him wearing here and there.

And then here's his "default" outfit.

[theauthor2103]

Thought I would give this a try, I need to do some writing exercises for my sequel

OC: Scar, my OC/ YN from my Lady Dimitrescu x YN story: The Color Crimson. Her pronouns are she/her, she’s a cis woman, and an extremely useless lesbian

Background: former BSAA soldier from the RE universe, she had her memory wiped by Mother Miranda after a series of failed experiments. Miranda wiped Scar’s memory clean in an attempt to replace her memories with Eva’s memories. It didn’t work and sadly Scar now has amnesia and can only remember the most traumatic memories of her past. After being deemed a “failure” and unfit vessel for Miranda’s daughter Eva, she was gifted to Alcina as a maid. Unbeknownst to Scar, Alcina was tasked to watch over Scar and was ordered not to kill her and see if any of Eva’s memories would ever surface, however, they never did.

Glance: what stands out most about Scar is the fact that she always carries around her sword with her. It’s a sword from her past that she used while she was a BSAA soldier and she’s rather gifted in swordsmanship. She’ll carry it around with her everywhere and occasionally uses it to cut her food or pick her teeth in an attempt to be funny.

Stature: she was tall even before receiving Alcina’s blood at 5’9, after getting Alcina’s blood and undergoing a transformation, she now stands at 6’7 1/2. Scar has a muscular athletic body, she stays in shape and has a similar body to Jennifer Walters aka SheHulk. No she’s not a big gigantic freak monster😑 she just muscular and tall aight? I mean she was a soldier after all, so she not no dainty little flower girl.

Motion: very awkwardly, bounces when she walks without realizing what she’s doing. It almost looks like she might break out into a dance when she walks. She’s a very clumsy woman, she opened up a door once and wasn’t paying attention, then got hit on the head by the door and ended up with a bloody cut on her eyebrow.

Stillness: she doesn’t know the meaning of still. She’s always doing something with her hands, playing with her hair, rubbing the back of her neck- something she often does when nervous- clicking a pen, she moves her hand while she talks, sometimes she likes to hold her wolf’s necklace when she’s scared because it helps ground her.

Canvas: Her name is Scar so yes, you can imagine. She has a Scar straight down the middle of her right eye from a wound sustained in battle. She also has a burn scar on her abdomen, similar to Zuko’s lightning scar from Azula. She also has a few whip marks on her back from being punished by Miranda. Scar has a Grim Reaper tattoo on her right shoulder as well, it’s symbolic of her father who was one of the founding members of the BSAA Ghost Squad team (my own lore). Her father’s code name was Grim Reaper and when he was killed she got a tattoo of the Grim Reaper to honor him. Guess which BSAA team she belonged to and what her nickname was?

Night: boxers and a t-shirt, sometimes just boxers, occasionally she’ll wear sweatpants with or without a shirt. Sometimes she sleeps naked, it depends on how hot it is.

Day: Scar will wear cargo pants with a flannel or buttoned up t-shirt. She kind of dresses up like a modern day pirate, sword on, belt, buttoned up t-shirt, suspenders, and trousers. Sometimes she wears a gun holster. She’s a little androgynous though, Scar can be known to wear dresses and heels once in a great while, but she usually wears more masc clothes. She just feels more comfortable in them and thinks they feel better than feminine clothes. Also pockets.

Formal: Scar has two formal looks: a suit and tie or a sexy red dress. For the suit it’s navy blue nice dress pants and buttoned up coat with gold cufflings that have the Dimitrescu insignia engraved on them. The outfit is complete with a pair of polished black shoes, a white buttoned up shirt, navy blue suspenders to match her pants and coat, and a navy blue Victorian styled vest. For the dress: she styles her hair down, wears a low-cut flowing, crimson-red dress that show off her breasts, define the curves on her body, and expose her back. The dress is completed with a gold necklace of the Dimitrescu family, her wolf’s necklace she never takes off, and gold heels. Sometimes she’ll wear a bracelet to add a little flare to the look. She may or may not wear her sword, it depends.

Informal: sweatpants and a tshirt that says “I like older women”

Outerwear: Scar wears jackets as outerwear. Her old BSAA jacket, a motorcycle jacket, or a black drug dealer looking winter trench coat.

Footwear: either boots 🥾 or flip flops with socks

Road: she doesn’t really travel per say, but when she rides her motorcycle she’ll wear a motorcycle jacket and trousers with boots

Armor: Well, she is a solider so she does have some armor. Scar has her old BSAA armor: cargo camouflage pants, a camoflauge long sleeve tshirt, black knee and elbow pads, and a forest green bullet proof vest with a ghost spray painted on the front and back depicting the Ghost Squad insignia. The bullet proof vest was damaged in battle from an explosion and is no longer able to be used. She’ll get another in the sequel as a gift

Arms: obviously her sword, it’s a cutlass blade basically a pirate’s sword…. Yeah, she could use a new one. She also has a 9mm pistol, a semi revolver that prefers over the 9mm, and an M-16 semi automatic rifle. She’ll allowed to use whatever weapons alcina has in the armory but within reason, of course.

Roots: Scar’s body style is inspired by she-hulk, she’s not like legit a monster but she’s extremely fit and muscular, and is very tall. I originally saw her wearing pirate like clothes, baggy trousers and cuffed long sleeves with those Eren Jeager strings around the chest, but I’m probably going to end up changing that.

Texture: Scar will not wear skirts period. She absolutely refuses and she absolutely hates them! She doesn’t care if other people wear it, in fact she’s attracted to skirts, she just cannot see herself wearing them; although, she will wear a dress if the occasion calls for it. If she could she would wear sweatpants and a wife beater every day but Alcina would kill her. So instead, she wears like pants and a buttoned up shirt, she wears comfortable business casual like clothes, trousers with a shirt, suspenders, and boots, or a buttoned up shirt with pants, shit like that.

Wardrobe: Scar doesn’t know how to stitch or mend clothes, but luckily Alcina and the girls do. Alcina is filthy rich and can buy Scar whatever she wants, but Scar doesn’t like taking money if she feels she hasn’t worked for it, she’s very shy about receiving money even if Alcjna insists. As of right now she needs to go clothes shopping and get fitted for clothes that Alcina’s personal seamstress can make for her.

Bling: Scar always wears a necklace depicting a wolf howling at a moon. She’s had it ever since she arrived at the Village and doesn’t remember the meaning of it, yet it brings her comfort knowing that some part of her past self is always with her. Scar will often hold her necklace when she’s scared or stressed in an attempt to ground herself and remember how far she’s come. She never takes it off, not ever. She may or may not get an eyebrow piercing in the sequel, haven’t decided yet.

Hair: scar has long, wavy brown hair with natural golden highlights. A little bonus I’m adding is she shaves everything, pits, legs, thighs, cooch, everything. She likes her body feeling soft and smooth like silk.

Makeup: Scar doesn’t wear makeup she only wears it if she feels like it or if she’s wearing a dress. If she decides to wear makeup she’ll wear mascara, pencil eye liner with wings, a purplish red lipstick, foundation and contour sometimes, blush, and blue eyeshadow to compliment her blue eyes.

Favorite: She always wears her wolf’s necklace, a sentimental part of her past that always reminds her of how far she’s come. She loves her sword too and prefers mele over ranged or hand-to-hand combat. Her favorite article of clothing is a pair of Alcina’s things that she stole from her.

Change: she’s looked the same her whole life, never made a drastic change

Alternate: i call it the Alcinaverse: it’s literally every YN and Alcina pairing. Basically it’s the spider verse but with Alcina and YN.

oc asks: character design edition

FACE & FEATURES

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

CUT & CLOTHES

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

ACCESSORIES & ACCENTS

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

[after-out-of-place]

Epilogue - They Don’t Know (Pt.3)

Rubber ducks were an odd phenomenon in this world. Sure, children loved to pretend to see them all the time and people kept them as lawn ornaments: sitting near ponds; wearing hats; guarding vegetable patches and the like, but they were largely considered mythological and at best 'plausible'. The most commonly believed folklore placed the "Duck" as a mythological creature responsible for clean sanitation, the growth of crops and their laughter was said capable of creating earthquakes - but nobody had ever actually seen one alive, and considering illustrations of them closely resemble geese, the "Duck" had largely been considered pure fiction.

But here Bubble-Glub and Horace stood, both of them leaning forward against a hip-high wooden fence, overlooking an artificial pond while in conversation with a placid; purple; rubber duck by the name of Marcie. Marcie had climbed up on the side of the pond, her little webbed feet making careful 'plap, plap, plap' noises as she paraded herself around for Horace. "I have feet!", Marcie quacked, squeaking happily, "Two! They help me walk and swim." "I know how to swim," said Horace, "but I use my arms too." "But you have feet as well? Why only use your arms?" "Uh, I mean I don't just use my arms, you use your whole body." Horace tried to explain in further detail, but quickly found himself explaining the concept of swimming as humanoid.. to a duck. Despite his surprisingly impressive knowledge on the sport, Marcie could only look at him quizzically through the whole ordeal. She then shifted the topic back to herself for a while, explaining her vast knowledge on ducks - or rather one duck in particular: Marcie. "And I have wings!", Marcie concluded. She then demonstrated her use of them briefly before exiting the little pond area, quacking a tiny goodbye and leaving Horace with a rather good feeling of what a real duck looks like.

"So, uh, has purple become like, your whole thing? Because I might have to change the posters..", Horace asked not long after Marcie left. He'd noticed DD dressed in royal purple today and Bubble-Glub would usually wear similar colors to complement their green appearance - and Marcie happened to be purple as well. Bubble-Glub reassured him that, no, purple wasn't 'their whole thing' and it happened to be rather circumstantial. Horace turned around, leaning back against the fence instead. "So, like, how hard is it to run your own business?" "I'm a ex-bartender and currently musician, bub. You've more experience being your own boss." "As a swimming instructor? Or? I mean, I guess coffee is a liquid too, just like water?" "Only if you brew it wrong." replied Bubble-Glub, nodding. Horace took a moment to determine it was meant humorously, but then laughed wholeheartedly. "Okay, but if purple isn't your thing, what's with the style? Like, you both look good in whatever you're wearing right now, but I don't think ducks would like suits?" "Oh." Bubble-Glub fell silent for a moment, thinking. "DD wanted to be extra presentable today." "Yeah, but how about you?" "Gotta match Dee, don't I?" "But you're always dressed like that, though, so isn't she matching you instead?"

Horace, for as simple as he seemed sometimes, hit right on target. Bubble-Glub generally liked to dress snappy, even when just being at home. Today was a day for dress pants and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled most of the way up, the top few buttons left undone so their skin could breathe better. They preferred wearing suits - not out of wanting to be formal, but because they made them look capable; respectable. Therein lied the rub, or at least in Bubble-Glub's perception. It took a while before they answered, mulling over what words to use before ultimately deciding that Horace wouldn't care about the how - only the what of was being said. "Horace, be real with me. How do I look to you?" "Uh, nice?" Horace looked over Bubble-Glub, caught off-guard by the sudden question. "… Can you see it?" Bubble-Glub followed up, stepping away from the fence and trying to pose casually. They failed to do so, looking awkward with a bothered expression. Horace looked closely, noticing their translucent green skin catching the sunlight rather well - and the faint outlines of a humanoid skeleton beneath the skin of their face, torso and arms. "Yeah, I guess? The skeleton? I mean, if I look real hard. It's kind of cool, like one of those, uh, hidden picture pictures." "Thanks Horace." Bubble-Glub let out a sigh, dropping the tension from their posture. "Wish everyone thought like you."

The two stood in relative silence for a while, before Horace leaned away from the fence and focused on Bubble-Glub again. Horace figured that essentially every slime-person would be at least a little see-through, though it'd be rude to stare. To him, everyone had their differences worth celebrating - but Bubble-Glub seemed self-conscious about theirs. "Wait, Bro-Glub, are you bothered by it?" "Nah. You can say Bro-Glub." "No, I mean, the skeleton thing." "Oh, I ain't bothered by that. Some folks are, and they ain't nice about it. That bothers me." "Man, Bro-Glub," Horace shook his head, "People can be seriously uncool about things you can't control, dude. But that makes them uncool. Not you." "You really think it's cool? D'ya think D-" "Yeah dude. It's cool, Like … like iced coffee." "You're really into the whole coffee thing now, huh?" "Always have been, man. And like, Wallace LOVES it, so."

There was some more talk about coffee, some more talk about ducks and how appreciated Horace felt now that he found his place in After Out Of Place: he'd doubted himself very hard, but all the band's members made him feel celebrated - and celebrating differences is rad as hell, Horace insisted. Having had such good conversation while soaking up some later-afternoon sun (as well as having a good idea of what ducks now look like), Horace asked to go collect his papers to show both owners of the Duck Sanctuary his designs for promotional material - because now that ducks exist, they need all the help they can get. "And hey … Bubble-Glub?" "Yeah?" "Hey, so, do you think it's true? That ducks cause earthquakes when they laugh?" "Hmmmm, nah. Marcie laughs and we're still safe. She says her quacks don't echo, though." "Dude. That's wack." "Yeah."

[bonemoisturizer-moving]

Newt, on his second tube of exorbitantly priced Extra Strength Results Guaranteed hair gel sometime in the earlier years of Shatterdome cohabitation with Hermann, having failed at his original goal of actually slicking down his hair as the dress code for the funding gala he and Hermann are attending in half an hour would require, but having succeeded magnificently in gelling his hair into incredibly stiff spikes of hair at a 75° angle instead of its usual 90° angle, conceding to the formal dress requirements in any other way by wearing his cleanest white button up and a pair of unripped black jeans: well shit. Also fuck. Yeah I think that sums up the situation.

Hermann, stepping through the door in an incredibly outdated suit cobbled together from thrift store finds, hand me downs, and though he would rather die than admit it to Newton, some pieces from Grandpa Gottlieb’s closet, well aware of how he looks: Newton, I’m ready to go if you are, and if you have anything to say just know that I am more than willing to hit you in the shins with my cane- oh. Oh dear

Newt, turning and seeing Hermann, immediately feeling better: holy SHIT dude you look like a spirit Halloween costume of a stodgy professor

Hermann, not rising to the bait due to his excellent manners and iron self control and certainly not the fact that he’s not sure what a Spirit Halloween is: well at least I don’t look like a low budget Naruto parody anime

Newt, finally getting himself under control after a three minute fit of laughter on the ground fueled by stress and caffeine, by the end of which he was only able to point at Hermann and squeak out ‘NARUto’ between hysterics: oh man. we are getting ZERO funding.

Hermann, shifting his feet into the most stable position he can manage and leaning on his cane as he offers Newt his hand up and then fixing his collar, the act of which happens to elicit an emotion that Newt will firmly refuse to interrogate for at least six months after this: Well. At least we’ll look as precisely in need of it as we are.

Newt, trying very hard to not think about Hermann’s long bony fingers brushing his chest, or why he wants Hermann to do it again: so true breastie

[manias-wordcount]

Gunfight (Sniper Mask)

Kinktober 2021 Day Twenty-One: Gunplay

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Don’t expect to win when you bring a gun to a knife fight. But don’t just assume you’ll lose either.

“Suck.”

 You woke up on a rooftop a couple of days ago. Since then. it’s been nothing but blood, sweat, and tears for you. Dodging this bullet, doing this knife. All you could do is run and hope you find safety. Run and hope you find an end to all of this. But no matter how many times you move, you never seem to be able to escape. There’s always a new Mask around the corner- ready to swing something at your head. But even when there isn’t someone right in front of you…

 There’s always someone ten steps behind you. 

 Watching. Waiting. And if you want to survive, you’re going to need for that to change. 

 Midday, a couple of days after you woke up here was when you were finally fed up with this. Always looking over your shoulder for who and what- you’re done. So you ducked around the corner while they were chasing you only to stop short and keep yourself hidden. Knife tucked in hand, stance ready, and a grim face on you. You were prepared for the worst. 

 When they turned the corner, you were ready for them. You were on your feet, fast as lighting and aiming to kill. And so, when they turned the corner, you raised your knife, pointed it at their heart and-

 It’s only a few minutes after you finally decide to confront the person who’s been stalking you all this time. That means it’s only a few minutes after you turned to find yourself faced to face with a tall, handsome stranger, dressed in a dark suit pointing the barrel of a rifle directly in the middle of your forehead. A Mask. And a Mask that only uttered one word to you:

 “Suck.”

 At that moment, he could have meant a number of things. His thumb. His fingers. Even that very prominent bulge in his pants that looked just the slightest bit too big to be another gun. But for such a situation- no, for such a world that you’re in right now that would be too easy. That would be too safe. So that’s how you ended up here.

 Letting him fuck you against the wall with your lips wrapped around his gun. 

 “Ah...Ah…” Your moans are soft as he ruts into you with a steady, even pace. They’re half-muffled by the muzzle, but that doesn’t stop the man in front of you from letting out a low groan whenever he manages to make you a little louder than usual. 

 It’s impossible not to give any sort of reaction when it comes to him. At first, all your emotions were led by fear. But now- you can’t help but fall into the lust. Though that may or may not have to do with the little something of his that he has stuffed inside of you- throbbing and pulsating and stirring up your insides every time he moves his hips. 

 The sun beats down on the two of you, but he covers you up just nicely. There’s no one around you guys. No one to fear but him and his gun. But that also means no one to witness that way his hands grasp at your skin, holding your body firm. No one to witness the way he looks at you- or the way you look at him. No one to hear the telling sounds of sex as skin slaps against the skin, again and again. There’s no one to save you.

  No one to save you at all. Not that you want to be, anyways.

 They’re no denying just how attractive he is. The confidence that radiates off of his body is overwhelming. Tall, fair build, and gorgeous-looking hair. You could only imagine what the pretty face behind that mask might look like. His outfit is unique- something you wouldn’t have to expect to find on any of the Masks since it seems it would be so hard to move in. Just a simple white button-down, black tie, black trousers, and jacket. Sometimes, if you glance down far enough, you can see his hat by your feet- long forgotten ever since he had stuffed himself between your legs. Formal yet sexy. He wears it well.

 And the way he pushed up his sleeves as he pointed his gun at you and made you strip down into absolute nothing and turn for his viewing pleasure? Yeah, he wears it well, alright. Perhaps a bit too well. 

 His forehead rests against yours, his messy hair brushing against yours. The smooth, cool surface of his mask against your heated forehead is dug into your skin uncomfortably, but it’s somehow a satisfying feeling. It’s practically the only solace you’re going to get from him. Especially with that heavy gaze of his being trained on your gun-filled mouth. 

 “That’s it...that’s it…” He praises you. Genuinely praises you. His deep voice never fails to turn you into a mess. “There you go. You’re enjoying yourself....aren’t you?”

  His voice had a bit of a tang to it- strong and seductive. He rarely spoke throughout the whole ordeal. Simple orders like “Strip” and spread “Your legs.” Small demands you had no trouble giving into like “Keep your voice down” and “Just take it.” And yet, even with the threats and the danger and the fact that a Mask of all people is balls deep inside of you right now, you found that he’s right. You like this. You like this a lot.

 You’ve spent so many nights sleeping alone. And so many days running for your life. You missed your old life- your family and your friends. You miss the safety of a warm bed and the comfort of a good, warm meal. But more than anything, you miss intimacy. You crave intimacy. 

 “Mhmm…” You make a sound of agreement before taking your mouth off the gun completely. Then without a second thought, your tongue darts out- licking the side slowly, slowly, slowly. Gunpowder floats on your taste buds, settling in with a sinking feeling of bitterness and a hint of saltiness. It’s a horrible taste. Downright disgusting, even. But you take the gun back into your mouth and hollow out your cheeks anyways. And you suck.

 His breathing labors, and his hands grip your bare hips tighter, and you left wondering if the mask made him like this or has he always been a good fuck. Your half-lidded eyes stare back at him, beckoning to do what he wants to you as you deep throat the barrel the best you could. And, yet he doesn't change pace. He does what he wants, and he does it when he wants it. And as much as you hate it, you know that’s just how things are going to work. 

 You brought a knife into a gunfight, and you knew you weren’t going to win. And somehow, you didn’t quite lose either. But that’s just because the fight is still going. A victor has not been formally decided, need not bother with the fire details. You know you’re going to lose.

 After all, you’re playing with fire here. Hell, you’re being fucked by a Mask- you’re beyond fire. You’re standing in front of a canon. And you hope it fires. You hope he fires. 

 And you wouldn’t mind if he fired inside of you too. 

[dragonmuse]

I'd love to see a date to the ballet enough on its own - but a date to the ballet where Izzy has to be civil to Stede? Double yes!

(you were not alone anon! Here is the ballet date)

Izzy bought new clothes for the ballet. 

Sometimes, one needs armor to go into battle and he didn’t think his court suit was going to cut it. Generally, Lucius helped him pick out clothes, but they were years deep in this now and Izzy had actually listened most of the time they were shopping. He knew what Lucius liked him in, and the stores where the salespeople were helpful without being irritating. 

He got dressed before Lucius got there. If Lucius didn’t like any of it, than he could easily change. Or just strip as a last ditch effort to avoid this entire exercise. A nice thought. Except yesterday Read had bounded up to him with even more than her usual enthusiasm. 

“You’re coming to see the show with us tomorrow?” Her eyes had been wide and bright. “Really? I thought you guys were just flirting or something weird.” 

“I’m coming.” he sighed. 

“Oh my god, it’s such a good one. Have you ever been before?” She didn’t wait for him to say no. “Okay, so I’m going to send you a summary of the plot. Stede usually does one for me, so I’ll just forward it on to you because it helps a lot and the one in the playbill is usually okay, but not detailed enough.” 

“Read-” 

“It’s really beautiful,” she went on, practically spinning in place and Jesus fuck, what was he supposed to do with that. “I hope you like it!” 

“I’ll give it a shot,” he gritted out because that was as generous as he could be. 

“Awesome!” 

So no. He was probably not even going to try to seduce his way out of this which was probably for the best. Wiles were not his strong point. 

The suit was a deep green verging on black, the vest only a shade or two lighter. Wearing a vest feels odd these days, an affectation cast aside along with the ascots Lucius had worn daily when they met. Izzy wasn’t sure when he’d stopped entirely, but they had mostly drifted out of his wardrobe now.  

“Goblin!” Lucius called as he came in. “Are you hiding under the bed because that would be hysterical?” 

“I’m here,” he stepped out of the bedroom. 

Lucius was in his ‘theater outfit’.  Slate gray pants with a faint pink pinstripe, pink button down. The tie was diagonally pink, gray and gold striped, the tiepin Izzy had bought him complimenting it well.  His hair was done up though, slicked to one side in an attempt to lay it flat. The wave was already re-emerging. There was the artful scruff that he’d been experimenting with lately and combined with the pressed shirt.  

“Mm, so you are,” Lucius gave him a once over, a smile slowly forming, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. 

“All right?” Izzy checked.

“Yeah. Good lord. More than all right. Where’d this come from?” 

“Usual place.” 

“Mm,” Lucius reached for him, fisting a hand around Izzy’s black and gold tie, using it to draw him close. “We should get dressed up more often.” 

“Why?” Izzy’s concentration had narrowed considerably, words barely penetrating. 

“Anticipation,” Lucius grinned and leaned down to just barely kiss him, a brush of lips. “Behave tonight?” 

“Promised already,” he reminded him with a shiver. 

“Mm, I know. I like to hear it though.” 

“Yes, I promise to be nice to your horrible boss,” he muttered. 

“Mhm, good,” he could practically taste Lucius’ smile. “I won after all.”

“You did,” Izzy smiled right back. It had been something to see that pile of goods.  

Read knocked on the door. “Ready?” 

Lucius sighed, planted a slightly firmer kiss on Izzy’s lips, then took a step back. “Ready!” 

The theater was exactly what Izzy had been picturing, austere and old filled to the brim with people stuffed into formal wear though there was mixed in some younger faces in more casual gear. 

Bonnet was standing among them and somehow the man didn’t even fit in here. There was something just slightly off about the way he wore formal clothes or maybe it was that the colors were hair to bright, a little too bold in the face of a sea of sober grays and black. Even Lucius’ faded pink or Read’s sky blues seemed to jump out like Bonnet’s fuschia did. There was just something painfully obnoxious about the man that gritted against reality. 

It was, Izzy could admit if only to himself, admirable in a way. 

“Hello!” Stede waved. He had a fistful of programs which he fanned out to them. “Lucius, I’m so glad you came!” 

“Don’t get used to it,” Lucius plucked two of the programs, handing Izzy one. Read took hers, already paging through it. “I said I would for your birthday and here I am.” 

“I think you’ll find it’s really a present for you! I’ve always said if you’d just give it a good try, you’d really enjoy it.” 

“Sure,” Lucius said dully. 

Izzy, in what he hoped looked like a very normal manner, reached down and took Lucius’ hand. This was not a thing he did with any regularity or really ever with this many people around,  but Lucius accepted with a grateful squeeze. 

Everything had just snapped into focus. In the back of his mind, Izzy had known that Lucius didn’t actually enjoy ballet particularly. He liked musicals and he loved plays, but he had mentioned not being particularly ‘attuned to dance’ which meant he didn’t get it (something Lucius hated admitting about the arts and was happy to say about virtually anything else). Pete might’ve agreed to come, but there was no way he’d stay awake or if he did, stay in his seat the whole time. 

So rather than being a normal human about it and jus task, Lucius had schemed his way into having a date, who was now obligated to sit there and not be an asshole about it. Izzy fought down a hysterical laugh. 

Sometimes, the gulf between them was so wide that Izzy had no idea how he and Lucius even spoke the same language. And sometimes, he was suddenly and viciously reminded that they were very much alike. 

“Spartucus, huh?” Izzy asked to fill the sudden expectant silence. Bonnet blinked and changed focus. 

“It’s not my personal favorite,” Bonnet gave him a speculative look. “Have you gone to much ballet?” 

“None,” Izzy shrugged. “But hey, new things. Right?” 

“Right,” Bonnet narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. Izzy looked back at him with even blankness.  “Well. I hope you find it enlightening.” 

“It’s a good show,” Read said, apparently oblivious to the tension. Izzy knew she wasn’t, but as long as it wasn’t directed at her, she’d let it roll off her back. “Lots of dance fighting.” 

“Yes, I suspect you’ll get a few ideas,” Bonnet favored her with an indulgent smile. Ugh. Read smiled back at him.  “Perhaps you’ll eventually do a little bit of ballet for us?” 

“Yeah,” she said readily. “But not yet. It’s a work in progress, you know?” 

“Isn’t it always,” Bonnet agreed. “We might as well get to our seats.” 

Lucius, wisely, put himself between Bonnet and Izzy, but otherwise offered nothing substantive as Bonnet prattled on about production and costumes to a willing audience of Read and a bored one of Izzy. He didn’t interrupt though or offer up prodding comments. Everytime an obvious place for a remark went unfilled, Bonnet shot him a look. 

Expectant. And maybe a little disappointed when nothing came up. 

Oh for fuck’s sake. 

The lights went down before Izzy could consider how to deal with that. The ballet was...certainly something that was happening. There was a lot of moving around and while it was impressive what the human body was capable of, it did leave Izzy feeling a little numb. When he glanced across the row, he could see Read elbows on knees, leaning forward as if she could consume the entire thing with her eyes alone. Bonnet seemed if not equally enrapture, certainly very taken. 

Lucius had a glazed expression and when he caught Izzy looking, he rolled his eyes expressively.  Izzy offered up his hand and Lucius took advantage, making a slow perusal of digits as he often did when they were watching something. It was lulling and familiar and if Izzy also wound up with a glazed expression, it wasn’t due to any failure of the performers. 

At intermission, the lights jumped on and Lucius shoved up. “I’m getting a drink. Iz?” 

“Just water.” He stayed behind while Lucius left. Read got to her feet, heading for the bathroom. 

Bonnet rattled his playbill ominously. 

“Why did you ask him here if you knew he’d hate it?” He asked. That was civil, right? No swearing, tone even and not abrupt. 

“I didn’t know,” Bonnet shrugged. “I thought perhaps he hadn’t given it a fair shot. He can be very stubborn. I’m not sure you’ve noticed.” 

“It’s come up,” Izzy shook his head. “Read seems happy.” 

“She does, doesn’t she? Lovely girl.”  And...she was. What was Izzy going to do with that? Argue? “You know if she keeps taking lessons, there will likely be a recital.” 

A recital. Jesus fuck.  Obviously Izzy would go. He’d have to find some words to shove into his mouth so she’d known she’d done well. She took his compliments seriously even when they barely broke two words. 

“What the fuck does pas de deux mean?” He asked reluctantly. She’d said that a few times. 

“Oh...do you actually want to know?” 

“No,” he said bluntly. “But apparently I fucking should so tell me.” 

“Well really, I don’t-” 

“...please,” Izzy gritted out. Civil. He was going to be civil. 

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Bonnet wrinkled up his nose. 

“So do I, but I made a promise and I’m not breaking it because you can’t handle the results,” he informed him smoothly. Lucius could show at any second and he was not going to be caught out speaking in anger even if the words were fine.

Civil. Fucking. Civil. 

So Lucius came back with two bottles of water to find Bonnet animatedly explaining the art of the duet in dance while Izzy listened, blank face, and actually absorbing the damn lesson. 

“Okay then,” Lucius handed Izzy his water, sat down and listened too until the lights flickered and Read hustled into her seat. 

“The bathroom line is always so long,” she bemoaned. 

The second half was also fine. Izzy caught more of the story now, but he didn’t think he’d ever be great at following things. Lucius had gotten ahold of Izzy’s cuff by the end, smoothing the skin beneath leather over and over and clearly half out of head with boredom. 

By the end, even Stede seemed grateful it was over. 

“I did not expect it to run so long,” he admitted. “I’ll owe you a drink, Luc. Tomorrow night?” 

“Sure,” Lucius agreed. “Read?” 

“I’m going to Anne’s for a bit,” she checked her phone. “I’ll see you both later.” 

They cleared out into the open night air. Bonnet hestated, coming alongside Izzy for an instant.  Did this still count as the ballet? Probably. 

“Yes?” He asked patiently. 

“It’s admirable. How well you perform for him,” Bonnet said lightly. “Considering you’re not much of an actor.” 

“This ends the second you leave my sight,” Izzy returned in the same voice. “And I will not be tricked into the same stakes again. Get in whatever grand insult you want, it’s your moment.” 

“Quite the contrary,” Bonnet’s gaze flickered to Lucius, who was a bare few feet away, saying his good nights to Read. “I was going to say thank you. As it happens. For bringing her into our lives. And..well. For a lot of other things.” 

Izzy stared at him, Bonnet gave him a strange half-smile. Sincere as anything. The man was a mystery that was also definitely a bomb. A glitter one, but a bomb nonetheless. 

“Start walking,” Izzy advised. “Maybe don’t stop until you get into the middle of traffic, then hang there for a bit.” 

Bonnet barked a laugh, the smile blossoming into something more familiar. “Good night, Iggy.” 

“Fuck. Off. Bonnet.” 

“Iz?” Lucius glanced up. 

“Yeah?” 

Bonnet was laughing as he walked away and that seemed to offer enough of a cover. Damn the man. He’d bet that was even intentional. 

As they walked to the subway, finally alone, Izzy had to tell him, 

“I would’ve come if you’d just asked, pup.” 

“Would you?” Lucius frowned. “And been nice?” 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Not a lot of things I wouldn’t do.” 

“But then I would’ve been forcing you, basically.” 

“What did you think this was? A pleasure cruise?” 

“No...I know. But you agreed and it was a probability thing.” Lucius frowned. “Ah, fuck. I messed up, didn’t I? ” 

“Not with me. Bet was fair,” Izzy assured him. “But you should’ve just told him no.” 

“I tell him no a lot. Saying yes is basically a birthday present and that guy is hard to shop for.” 

“All right. But you know. Next time.” 

“Thanks,” Lucius hesitated, then took his hand. “Good?” 

“Yeah,” Izzy allowed. He’d started it after all. 

And maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to twine his fingers with Lucius’ and head back home together. Who cared if they were pastel and inky puddles of color? They didn’t have to match to hold hands. They just had to stand against the world at the same angle.

[elixirvitae]

Heyy! How are you doing? Something that I wonder a lot and I see different angles floating around.. do you see Alucard as old fashioned, able to keep up with the times or a mix of both? In the manga he seems to be a mix but I would like to hear your thoughts... like he seems to keep up with technology but Im wondering when it comes to language (would he know the trendy words), would he watch Youtube, how would he court someone hes interested in (would he be the trad gentleman), would he play video games, would he wear more trendy clothing in a non professional setting, etc...

Ohhh I love talking about this subject!

I'm not fluent in Japanese, but between the official translation and the sub's dialogue, Alucard varies between old, formal speech patterns to crude, modern patterns, sometimes in the same scene. In the English version of the manga, and to a lesser extent, he uses shorthand words like "Do ya wanna come with me?" to Seras and "What are ya gonna do? Chew me to death?" to Anderson. His fashion sense is an interesting example of hybridization over the years, too. I posted about this earlier tonight, but he's usually in an upscaled state of dress, with a lot of influences from the (then) newer goth subculture. His short hair is very 80's goth, now called "trad goth". When it's long, it's usually long, straight, and sleek which was very typical of goth hair goals in the 90's. He's typically in black and red, and almost ALWAYS in a trench coat of varying styles. And then you have his leather gimp suit.

But to answer a specific question in your ask, I think he probably has a hard line between his taste and trends. I think he would flat out refuse to wear jeans and a t shirt, or Satan forbid, a hoodie or track suit. No trainers/sneakers. I do think he'd wear a less formal button down with a leather jacket, modern trousers and Docs. I'd pay good money to commission someone to draw him dressed as such.

His glasses are antique climbing glasses, polarized and designed to keep light out of his eyes. His crimson duster is very Victorian inspired, but his double breasted suits are VERY 90's and in fashion. In 1943 he was en vogue as well, and his Thompson was also very modern. His .454 Casull is custom designed based on a 1911 Colt pistol. He knows how to dial long distance, has the Hellsing manor phone number memorized most likely, he knows how to fly a top of the line fighter jet. I think it's safe to say he is ahead of the curve on military and warfare technology, but I think it's reasonable to expect him to be able to use most household technology. I have a persistent headcanon that started out as a joke that he finds entertainment in computer games that let him build and construct things, then break them down on a catastrophic level. I think each example of these sort of games would be entertaining only as long as it took for him to build something really well and then destroy it. There's a youtuber that makes videos of all sorts of insane ways to slowly kill a household of Sims, and that's the kind of energy I think suits him and video games, but he definitely wouldn't play them very often. And don't forget his fever dream constructed entirely of modern American action film callbacks. I bet he LOVED Fifth Element, but then I headcanon he probably thinks sci-fi is pretty fun, too. I don't think he watches Youtube for entertainment, but anything he can't figure out himself he knows how to find on Youtube and he picks up on instructional things very quickly because of his intellect. Even as a human, he was a gifted strategist.

I think while he's adaptable to the times, he has a high appreciation for a lot of older things. I wouldn't say traditional, because he's anything but. I can see him being comfortable at high end lounges, pubs, or modern nightclubs. Men dressed like Alucard frequent goth clubs pretty frequently, too, so I don't think he'd be out of place there either. I think he'd enjoy the vibe more than a trendy nightclub.

He's probably pretty capable of casually picking someone up at a modern nightclub, but serious courting is probably very old school. His (now) Romanian culture has survived in some aspects; he always shows up to pick the object of his affection with spirits, flowers, or food.

He opens doors and covers the check unless the other party(ies) insist otherwise. I would say he's very non-traditional in that he sees himself as the submissive party or servant to his partner's whims or pleasure. Serving his partners gives him great satisfaction, and he would never try to instill any level of control over his partner. So, really I guess based on my own experience of phasing out of youth culture, I imagine he cherry picks things he likes from different periods and there's probably some habits he's retained from his long life even unconsciously. But he's smart, and definitely capable of adapting to his surroundings within reason.

[mypoisonedvine]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes x reader (part 2)

(part 1)

summary: after getting fitted by you, bucky’s going to try on the custom-made suits he’s bought.  unless he makes his move now, he may not get to see you again, and he can’t let that happen.

word count: 6.5k

warnings: smut!!, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), a little d/s energy, mirror kink, stomach bulge kink, slight pain kink?, creampie kink, pussy spanking, light bondage, bucky being jealous

Bucky had a bone to pick with Tony, which was usually true but this wasn’t work-related for once.  It wasn’t hard to find him in the same place he’d seen him last— eating his lunch in the kitchen, with Sam nearby chowing down on lo mein with a spring roll.

“Hey lefty, what’s cracking?” Tony greeted, mouth full but talking loudly anyways.  

"I went down to that tailor you recommended—" Bucky began, but Tony was quick to interrupt.

"You went there?  Dude, it's a really nice place, you can just call and she'll come to you instead, way more convenient."

"So now you say 'she'?"

Realization dawned on Tony’s expression.  "Ahh, I get it.  You're not used to a female tailor.  Adds a little spice to getting fitted, huh?" he grinned, elbowing Bucky playfully.

Bucky’s throat felt a little dry when he heard that.  "Don't tell me that's why you use her…"

"Hey now, I'm not a creep, I use her cause she's the best, and those house calls are great for discretion— you know, being a celebrity and all.  The eye candy part is just gravy."

"Gravy candy sounds disgusting," Sam chimed in, missing the point entirely.

"Yeah, well, she mentioned some stuff that sure made you sound like a creep."

"Okay, well, you can't blame me for getting caught staring when I'm surrounded by fucking mirrors.  Makes it hard to be stealthy."

"You could try not staring,” Bucky suggested flatly.

"Is that what you did?"

Tony smirked when Bucky failed to reply immediately.  "Okay, so it's easier said than done,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “but still, I hope these house calls were strictly professional."

“What’s it to you, man?  I think somebody’s jealous,” Tony purred.  

“What?  No, it’s not that,” Bucky denied.

“You love her,” Tony sing-songed, completely ignoring Bucky.  “You looooooove her!”

"You are so immature," Bucky rolled his eyes, even though his heart was racing and he was pretty sure he was blushing.  

"No, it's good for you!  She's a catch, you're all brooding and stuff— maybe she can melt the Winter Soldier's frozen heart, hm?"

Sam laughed heartily.  "Stark, you read too many comic books."

"You're saying you don't wanna see Icy Hot here shoot his shot with my tailor?" Tony asked, turning his attention towards Sam.

Sam pondered that, much to Bucky's dismay.  "Depends.  How hot is she?"

"Mega," Tony smirked confidently.  "Legs for miles, and she wears these skirts that make her ass look—"

"I think I've heard enough," Bucky groaned.  "I'm leaving.  And don't ask when I'm going to see her again," he instructed, interrupting Tony just as he'd opened his mouth to speak, "because I won’t tell you.”

As Bucky left, he could hear Tony calling out into the hall: “But I’d be such a great wingman!”

//

Truth be told, Bucky had put off mastering the use of his smartphone.  It wasn’t just that new technology made him feel old, but that he knew nobody would be calling or messaging him anyways; if the phone didn’t work, he would spare himself the embarrassment of waiting up for nothing.

But once he knew you were going to call?  Suddenly, he was motivated to figure the sucker out.

A few hours later and now all he had to do was stare at it to make sure he wouldn’t miss you.  Luckily, you didn’t make him wait too long.  He recognized the number and decided to let it ring a few times before picking up, so it would seem like he had other things to do besides talk to you.

“Hello?” Bucky asked when he answered, so it would seem like he had other people calling him besides you.

You introduced yourself so formally that he was a little afraid that all that fun energy between you two would be gone.  Thankfully, once he asked what you were calling about, you were back to being cheery and casual again.

“I was just calling to schedule when I could come by with your new suits!” you explained, sounding chipper.

His fingertips were a little tingly just from hearing you talk, nervousness making him antsy (in a weirdly good way).  “I know you said it’s a one-person operation,” he responded smarmily, “but I figured you would outsource delivery.”

You scoffed, though it sounded more amused than irritated.  “It’s not just delivery, I have to check the fit and make sure everything’s exactly to your liking.”

“Oh, well, I’m free all day tomorrow— and I think you already know my address.”  Was it too forward?  Too obvious?  And why did Bucky spend half the time when he was talking to you second-guessing himself?

“Yes, Stark Tower is a relatively common destination for me.  If he doesn’t mind us using it, Tony has a dressing room with plenty of mirrors so you can get a good look.  But, I’d be happy to just go up to your quarters if that’s easier.”

He was not at all ready for you to see his room.  No way he could clean it enough in the next twelve hours; and even then, lots of the team had made fun of how empty and plain it was, so he knew it would just make you think he was boring.

“I’m sure Tony won’t mind you using his dressing room, but he might mind me using it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Well, if he makes a fuss I’ll be sure to set him straight,” you decided confidently.  Somehow, imagining you cursing out Tony was almost hotter than imagining you doing anything else.  “Be sure to bring down your dress shoes so you get the full look and everything.”

“Uhhh…” he trailed off as he scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he owned anything other than combat boots.  “Not sure I still have those, to be honest.”

"Okay, you'll need shoes too,” you noted aloud, your voice a little distant; he figured you were writing things down, which was why you sounded distracted.  “What size are you?"

"Thirteen."

"I'll bring a selection tomorrow,” you announced firmly.  “And socks, of course.  And some watches, maybe?  And pocket squares."

"Is that it?" he asked sarcastically.

“Oh right, I’m bringing the ties you picked out, too.  I’ll throw in some alternates in case your original choices don’t match the way you were hoping.”

“You really are full-service,” he chuckled.

“I get that a lot,” you replied, a hint of coyness to your tone.

There it was again; that jealousy.  He hated it because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop it either.  As much as his mind was completely aware that you were an independent, modern woman capable of handling herself, his heart was equally determined to protect you, and spoil you, and do whatever was necessary to make sure you were safe.  

Worse, his gut was less innocent.  Mine, it demanded, all mine.  Nobody else’s.

He pushed it down and just tried to get through the rest of the call without saying something he’d regret.  You confirmed the date and time with him, and he tried not to be too aggressive when he said he was looking forward to it.  

He hung up his phone and sighed, staring off into space.  Now all that was left to do was wait, and be overwhelmed with anxiety.  Thankfully, he was good at the second thing.

//

"So, what do you think?" 

I think you look so damn good from every angle.  I think I might spend all my money on suits just to be sure I can see you again.  I think you need somebody to love you the way you deserve.  I think you’d look like an angel waking up in my bed.  

You waved your hand in front of his face for a moment, calling his attention back to reality.  “Helloooo?”

Drawn out of his trance, Bucky finally looked in the menagerie of mirrors surrounding him and admired his reflection, amazed by the perfect fit of his first suit.  The difference in quality between this and something off the rack was beyond apparent.  Most of all, your talent was undeniable.  "I think it's beautiful."

You smiled proudly.  "Of course it is, but do you like how you look in it?"

"Honestly?  I feel a bit… out of place.  I'm obviously not classy enough for a suit like this."

"Oh, nonsense," you dismissed.  

He frowned, convinced this was all flattery.  "No, seriously, this is… maybe I should just wear tactical gear to every event."

"Well, you'd still look good, but you're not always a soldier.  Sometimes you're only a man.  And every man should own a fine suit."

It was much too profound of a thing to say while you casually straightened his jacket, only to pop out from behind his reflection to smile at him in the mirror.

“Let’s get the next one on you,” you decided, helping him lose the jacket but having him move into a private dressing room to switch trousers and shirts.  “I put a turtleneck in there instead of just a regular button-up,” you explained through the door as he changed, “in case you wanted to see it that way.”

Once he’d put it on, he stepped back out and you were looking at him so proudly— well, you were looking at your handiwork with pride, really, but he could pretend it was for him and hope actually impress you that much one day.

“I went with a shawl lapel on this one, as opposed to the last one which was notched,” you explained as you traced the line with your finger.  “Spoiler: the next one has a peak lapel.  But enough about that one: what do you think of this one?”

“This looks like something my friend Sam would wear,” Bucky decided as he looked at himself in the cranberry suit and black turtleneck.  The shoes you’d had him try on with this were intricate as well, with subtle stitching in the leather and a shine so immaculate he could almost see a reflection in them.  

“Well, is your friend Sam stylish?” you asked.  

“He would certainly say so,” he smirked.

“I’m inclined to agree, because you—” you gave him a thorough glance up and down, so thorough in fact that he felt a bit exposed under your gaze, “—look marvelous.”

“Not pretentious?” 

“No, no, it works on you,” you assured, “you’ve got the looks for it.”

“And what looks are those?”

“Um… good?  Good looks?” 

He definitely remembered a time when that seemed like the obvious answer, because he had relied on being good-looking for a lot of things in life, but that felt very far away now.  Maybe it was just that people who didn’t know what he’d done could still think he was good looking, but everyone else saw the evil within beginning to leak out the way that he did.  

But you knew what he’d done, didn’t you?  You had to.  You knew Tony, you were here at the Tower… unless you were intentionally not up-to-date on current events, you must have heard of the Winter Soldier.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you huffed, “as if it’s a big secret or something.  You’re obviously very attractive.”

Bucky cleared his throat nervously.  “Uh, thanks.”  He wanted to return the compliment, but thought it might be inappropriate or rude somehow.  You broke the silence quickly as you held up two pocket squares in front of him.

“Which of these do you prefer?” you prompted.  He selected the solid gold one, making you smile.  “I knew you’d pick that one.”

“How?”

“I dunno, just fits you,” you shrugged as you folded it and gently placed it in his pocket.  Even through so many layers, your touch on his chest made his heart flutter.  Your fingers brushing over his as you slipped a watch onto his wrist was enough to cause palpitations.

He looked better in this ensemble than he expected.  This version of himself looked much more likely to be invited to parties than any other version.  If only he actually wanted to go to parties.

You put him in the pinstripe suit last, after putting a few pins in the cranberry suit to indicate minor changes you would make later, and stepped back to ponder your work.

"Hm, unbutton those top two buttons for me?" you requested with a raised eyebrow.

I will if you do, he thought to himself, but silently unbuttoned his own shirt anyway.

"I mean, it definitely works like this, but I wanna see you in a tie.  And I've got juuuuust the one," you smiled.  Soon you were approaching him with a red paisley tie, and helping him button up his shirt and tying the tie for him— you explained something about how it was a unique knot he likely couldn't do himself, but he was too lost in having you so close to notice.  It would be so easy to just reach up and grab your waist, pull you into a kiss, finally tell you how bad he wants you.

Well, it would be physically easy, but it would be very scary.  Just imagining it had his heart racing.

“I heard from Tony this morning,” you informed him suddenly, slipping the tie around his neck and popping his collar up for him.

“Really?  Is he in need of a wardrobe update?”

“Yes, but he hasn’t realized that yet so that wasn’t what he called about.”

He laughed a little at the jab, though it also made him a little worried what secret opinions you held about his own style (or lack thereof).

“We talked about you, actually,” you added.

“O-oh,” Bucky stammered, “uh, he’s not exactly my biggest fan.  So whatever he said probably isn’t true.”

“He said that you have a crush on me,” you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your work on his tie.

Bucky gulped, and he knew you saw the bob of his Adam’s apple because you were staring right at his neck.

“Like I said, Tony isn’t a very reliable source,” Bucky replied, but his voice cracked in the middle and he cringed internally.

“I’ll write it off as another one of Tony’s off-color jokes then,” you dismissed, perfecting the knot of his tie and stepping back to observe him.  He always felt nervous when you looked at him like that, like he couldn’t hide anything from you.

“What… what did you say, when he told you that?” Bucky asked nervously.

“I asked him what he was smoking and if I could have some,” you laughed.  “I thought it was totally impossible— and don’t worry, I didn’t tell him that you got hard when I did your inseam.”

Bucky’s throat became dry at the same moment that his palms got clammy.

“I— um, I was just—”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you dismissed quickly, still talking about this all so casually which only made him even more confused, “you’re not the first, it happens.”

“I’m not the first?!” 

“Yeah, if anything you were one of the few who didn’t say something creepy about it, which is always appreciated.  It’s just a bodily reaction, you can’t control it.”

“Did Tony ever say something creepy?” Bucky pressed, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists— another bodily reaction he couldn’t control.

“You know, Tony said you were really worried that he had been inappropriate with me, or even that he and I had a fling or something,” you added as you stepped back, giving him a quizzical look, “and now it’s sort of sounding like he was right.”

“No, no, it’s not that, I just—”

“Was he right about anything else?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“I was being nosy, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s just that… and I know it’s none of my business, but the idea of him and you… it isn’t a pleasant mental image.”

You laughed a little, in a way that made him feel kind of small.  “Why not?  You know how he is.  Definitely has a wandering eye… and occasionally a wandering hand.”

Bucky winced.  “I swear, if he ever put his hands on you, I’ll go find him right now and beat him senseless.”

“What if I wanted him to?”

He nearly saw red, but he knew he had no right to be angry.  You were a grown adult and he had no ownership over you… he just sort of wished that he did.

“So it’s true then?  You and him…?”

“No, Bucky,” you laughed, “it’s not.  Nothing’s ever happened between us.  I generally don’t get involved with clients like that.”

“Generally?  Is there an exception?”

You chewed your lip, seemingly a little thrown off by his question.  “Uh, I mean, no— I’ve never been involved with a client, no, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why would you say ‘generally’ then?”

“Uh, I guess I just… I wouldn’t want to rule anything out, that’s all.  Never say never.”

And for a moment he almost wondered if you were flirting with him.  Certainly not, with him having come across as both a jealous hot-head and a bumbling dweeb who pops a boner faster than a randy teenager, but just for a second the way you looked at him was… questionable.

“I mean, who knows,” you continued, “what if, hypothetically, some gorgeous guy walked into my store one night— a sensitive guy, who made me laugh and put up with me rambling about ties for the better part of an hour— and I was supposed to dress him up when all I wanted to do was undress him?”

Your finger started to trail down his chest lightly, tickling his skin through the dress shirt. 

“I wouldn’t want to think he was off-limits just because he’s a customer… right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him and biting your lip.

He was afraid to make the wrong move, but he really really hoped this was flirting.

“I don’t think anyone would object to being dressed or undressed by you,” Bucky responded, hoping he could stay neutral until he was sure what you were talking about.

You chewed your lip, looking away as if you were thinking about something. 

"I know I certainly haven't.  And wouldn't," he added, feeling the need to say something.

You nodded, placing his tie inside his jacket and seeming happy with your work.

“You know, the fit looks great," you announced, "but I’m a little worried that one of the measurements was wrong.  Mind if I do your inseam again?”

His throat was dry all of a sudden, but he responded quickly anyways.  "Uh, go ahead…"

You looked up at him as you started to sink to your knees, very slowly.  That little move looked real good in the mirror behind you.  “Last time I did this, there was something getting in the way, made it difficult to know if I was doing it right…”

"M-my apologies," he whispered.

"Oh no, I'm not complaining," you purred as you slowly began to run your fingers up the side of his leg, keeping searing eye contact until his knees felt a little weak.

When your hand reached the top of his inner thigh, the back of it brushed against his balls and he shivered.  Delicately, and so excruciatingly slowly, your hand moved higher and gently rubbed his erection through the fabric.  

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

It must have been all the anticipation that made it so intense, made shivers run up his spine every time your hand moved over his length, made his toes curl inside the ridiculously fancy shoes you’d put him in.

“I’m gonna take it out now, okay?  I promise I won’t measure you here,” you winked.

"You can if you want," he shrugged, deciding now was the time for feigned confidence if there ever was one.  “I mean, if you’re worried about fit…”

You bit your lip, and he was proud to see the effect his words had on you.  “I’ll be honest, I am a little worried it won’t fit…”  You were quick with his belt, but slow with his button and fly, apparently having more fun teasing him.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned softly as you took his cock out.

“Don’t look so excited, doll, you’ll give me an ego,” he purred.

“Can’t help it,” you sighed, “looks delicious.”

You licked a long wet stripe up from the bottom all the way to the tip, making a show of licking up the bead of pre-cum before taking his head into your mouth, and Bucky blinked a few times to be sure that this was actually happening.

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," you admitted, grinning as you stroked him right beside your face, which only helped to illustrate how big he was compared to you.

"Dirty girl," he praised with a smirk.  

Flirting, he wasn’t so good at.  Conversation in any form typically stressed him out.  But this?  This he was still pretty good at.  And he’d never wanted it so bad before.

When you took him in your mouth again, you didn’t stop until you started to gag; he couldn’t stop himself from moaning through his teeth when you did it.

"Look up at me, princess," he instructed softly, grinning when you obeyed quickly.  "Now look over there at that mirror.  Look how good you look on your knees for me, choking on my cock."

You moaned around him when you made eye contact with your own reflection, and it felt so fucking good he almost lost it right then and there. He held your jaw, almost too tightly, and guided you as your head bobbed on his length.  Your mouth was so warm he thought he would burn up— and it only got warmer the deeper he managed to get.  God, he was so ready to pump his load right into your throat, but he wanted to do so much more to you first.  

In one quick motion, he pushed you off of his cock, pulled you up to face him, and flipped you around, holding you to his chest with the metal arm and letting the flesh one start rubbing your thigh.  This way, both of you were looking at the mirror in front of you, and he loved watching you gasp and moan as you felt and watched his fingers move higher and higher.

“I think it’s time to find out if you really are ‘full-service’,” he purred right against your ear, making searing eye contact with you in the reflection.  “You’ve seen so much of me, but I haven’t seen nearly enough of you yet.  Been daydreaming about what you could be hiding under these tight little skirts.”

As he pulled up the plaid-patterned fabric, he saw that you were wearing white, lacy panties and he groaned deeply.  

“What are you wearing these for?” he teased, rubbing along the edge but never getting where you wanted— and he knew you were getting desperate, because your hips were starting to buck up into his hand.  “Were you expecting something would happen today, sweetheart?”

“I— I was hopeful,” you stammered; instantly, he slapped you right on your barely-covered pussy, just hard enough to make you yelp and squirm in his grasp.  

“You’re so shameless,” he chuckled darkly, “and I love it.  I just hope this isn’t your usual routine— acting all innocent and batting your eyes so your clients will fuck you.”

“No, I swear, it’s just you, Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s nobody else, please…”

“Please what?  Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to… to touch me more,” you whispered, as if it was a secret and not patently obvious.

He slipped two fingers underneath the thin fabric, finding your clit right away (not difficult at all with how swollen it was) and rubbing it in gentle circles.

“Oh god,” you sighed, “Bucky…”

WIth his hand on your hips, it wasn’t hard at all to push you back into him so he could rub his aching cock against you.  

"What material is this skirt made of?" 

"It's a silk blend," you answered breathlessly, "about 30% cotton."

"It's soft," he purred before yanking your skirt up higher and pressing his cock against your ass instead, "but not as soft as you."

Next to go was your blouse, which he tore open to the sound of buttons flying every direction and bouncing off of the mirrors and floors.

"Bucky!" you yelped, but he could see your nipples harden through the lacy white bra.  If there was any doubt that you had intended to seduce him today, the matching undergarments dispelled it.

After teasing your nipples between his fingers for a moment, he reached back down between your legs— and when his fingers slipped through your folds and moved down to your opening, he actually moaned just from how wet you are.

"Fucking hell," he growled, "you are drenched, princess.  You liked sucking me off that much?"

"Not just that," you clarified, "you look really good in my suits."

He gave you a toothy smile in the mirror, using it to nibble on your ear a bit.  "You deserve most of the credit for that," he purred.

"No, no, I don't," you whined, "you'd look sexy in a paper bag, honestly… you turn me on so much, Bucky."

“Did you… think about me?  After I left your shop the other night?” he asked playfully, already foreseeing your answer from the way your thighs clenched and your lips let out the subtlest gasp.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“You’re smart enough to know I want you to be more specific than that,” he chuckled.

“I thought about you that night… after I got into bed…” you elaborated slowly, clearly distracted by the way he was moving his fingers: delicately, but with obvious intentionality.  “I thought about what it would’ve been like if you had grabbed me and kissed me, shoved me against the wall, fucked me right there on my desk… in front of the glass wall, where anyone could’ve walked by and seen you claim me…”

His cock was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the image itself or from the knowledge that you’d been fantasizing about it.  “Were you touching yourself?” he growled.

“Yes,” you sighed, your thighs starting to visibly shake, your knees bending towards each other in the mirror.

“Show me how,” he demanded.  “Show me exactly how you were playing with your needy little pussy while you thought about me.”

Your hand found its place on top of his, your fingers starting to move his to the specific place, guiding his movements to be faster and rougher.

“Oh, I see,” he grinned, “you don’t like to tease yourself, do you?  You like to jump right into it, come as many times as you can and rub yourself raw in the process?”

You nodded feverishly, panting and whining and writhing in his grasp.

“You’re so desperate, honey… such a shameless cockwhore for me.”

“For you,” you repeated through your trance, “Bucky, ‘m close… keep touching me, please…”

He kept his thumb on your clit but gently slid one finger inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation (if for different reasons).

“So tight,” he hissed, already pulling it back out, “fuck, and just for one finger…”

“More, please,” you begged mindlessly.

“More?  Sure you can take it?”

You bit down on your lip as you nodded, and he pushed a second finger in beside his first.  He felt you struggling with it, both in your walls and in the way you winced a little, but you softly begged him to keep going so of course he couldn’t stop.  You adjusted quickly, your wetness starting to run down his hand.  

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, “now, please, can’t wait anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he encouraged, “and you will, cause I need to taste you first.”

Pulling his fingers out of you, he flipped you around again, finally kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of since he first saw you.  It was intense but not too dominating— in spite of everything.  It was a romantic sort of kiss, maybe too romantic for the situation (that being his cock out and hard and pressed against you, and his fingers covered in your arousal) but perfect nonetheless.

“That’s not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to taste me,” you giggled when he pulled away.

“No, I meant it the other way,” he smiled, “I just wanted to do that first.”  

He picked you up suddenly, making you gasp a bit, but knelt down to lay you on the floor pretty soon after.  You looked up at him with wide eyes as he lifted your leg and kissed his way up.  He could smell your need, and he worried it would drive him wild before he reached his destination.

Pulling your soaked panties aside, he realized he could probably come just from looking at you.  “Such a gorgeous pussy,” he growled his praise, leaning down to plant a few more teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs.  Finally, he started with one long lick, just like you had with him, but you weren’t so patient to tolerate it.  Nearly instantly your fingers pulled his hair, clearly trying to guide him to tease you less, but he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on you.

“I hope you’re not forgetting who’s in charge,” he smiled hungrily.

“And what if I am?” you returned, clearly looking to get on his nerves so he’d get rough with you.  He was happy to oblige.

Bucky sat up and loosened his tie, slipping it off of his neck with a smirk.  "Now, this is 100% Venetian silk, so it should feel nice around your wrists," he cooed.  You offered your hands willingly, and he got a chance to show off a few complex knots of his own.  "Now be a good girl and keep those hands above your head, alright?"

You did as he asked, freeing him to hold your legs open as he devoured you, alternating between teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue, and fucking you with it.  

"You taste like heaven, doll," he growled when he came up quickly, "and the way you moan when my tongue's inside you?  I swear I could die happy right now."

"I wish you wouldn't though," you whimpered.

He laughed a bit before he got back to it, letting his tongue focus on your clit while he filled you with his fingers again.  Your walls clenched down on him occasionally, and when it became more frequent just as your moans became louder, he knew you were close.

"Stop, stop," you sighed suddenly, pushing him away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, nervous he'd done something wrong.  

"No I'm fine, I just… I don't want to come yet.  I want you inside me first."

"And what about what I want, hm?  What if I want to watch you come just from my tongue?" he offered instead, though he was definitely still very persuadable in this regard.

"I know you wanna fuck me, Bucky, don't make me wait any longer,” you moaned, your back arching up a little from the floor.

Not needing to be told twice, he flipped you onto your elbows and knees, making sure you could support yourself with bound wrists before letting you go.  His hands running over your exposed ass and thighs made you shiver, and he smiled down at you.  At this point, he was probably more desperate than you were, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it, even taking the time to reach up and undo a few of the buttons of his shirt, because wow suits are warm and not meant for his level of physical activity.

Still, he figured he had waited long enough— he needed to fuck you while he still had at least a shred of patience left.  He was going to need it if he was going to give you time to adjust to him.

Holding his cock and rubbing it through your folds, he chuckled when you whined and dropped your head down in a pout.  He loved watching your expression shift into a gasp as he pushed in.

He went slow, but he didn't stop either.  He wanted to test you just a little.  He wanted to stretch you open.

"Fuck," you cried, "god, you're so… you feel so…"

"Look in the mirror," he instructed coldly, although the coldness was just a front for the way he was holding himself back as your body swallowed him so beautifully.

You moaned again, higher-pitched and weak, just as he finally got all the way in.  He waited until he felt your body relax a bit before he asked if it was okay for him to move yet.  You answered with a quick nod, a breathy "please," and he didn't need any more encouragement.

It was probably too fast to start off with, but god, he'd been waiting so long to fuck you like this.

"Baby," he whispered, "you're so perfect."

He held you steady and thrusted deep, so deep that it made you gasp each time.  You looked incredible, and you felt incredible, but the way you sounded was just… divine.  He could never have imagined the beautiful way you would sound when he was bringing you pleasure like this.  Having heard it, he wanted to make you sound like this as often as possible from now on.  Technically he couldn’t even be sure he’d get another chance to, but surely sounds this perfect meant you had to be having a good time, right?  Ideally a good enough time to call him again?

He was snapped back to focus when he saw your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"Don't look away from that mirror, honey," he growled, "don't close your eyes.  Look how pretty you look like this."

He could tell you loved it from the way your channel fluttered and flexed.

"You like watching yourself get fucked, princess?"

"Yes," you sobbed as he grabbed your hips harder, hoping to leave a bruise, "it feels so good, Bucky, please don't stop!"

"I won't stop, pretty girl.  Not until you cream on my cock," he grunted. 

"Fuck, I'm close," you whined, "Bucky, I'm gonna come— oh god right there!"

And he was sure it couldn’t be fake from the way your body tightened and released so many times, the way you quivered and your breathing seemed to stop for a moment.  Even though he could barely take it, he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking so violently that he worried about your health.

“You feel so goddamn good when you come, princess,” he moaned softly.  “Tryin’ to milk my cock for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

You laughed a little, sounding exhausted, but as he kept fucking you he could feel how sensitive you had become.  When he reached down to push your skirt back up to your waist after it had started to fall down a bit, he felt his own movements in your gut and it took so much not to lose his cool in that moment.  Instead, he pulled your upper body into his so that you could see in the mirror the way your lower stomach was bulging a bit each time he pushed in all the way.

"F-fuck, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Anybody ever been that deep inside you before?"

"No, not even close," you moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, kissing up and down your neck slowly to match his lazy, teasing thrusts.

"A little," you admitted, "but it feels good.  Don't stop."

He wasn’t so brutal with his thrusts, still deep but with a patient, measured pace.  It staved off his orgasm a bit longer, and it made you moan all slow and throaty which was not better or worse than the needy, high-pitched moans, but enjoyably different.  You didn’t sound as desperate anymore (probably because you’d already come), instead seeming relaxed and calm— if still arching your back and biting your lip nonetheless.

"I wanna come inside you," he whispered right against your ear; he could feel the way you shivered as a result.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Is that what you want?  Wanna be full of my come?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, please Bucky I need it so bad!"

"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, doll," he promised gruffly.  "Want me to make you mine, beautiful?"

He knew it was a risky thing to say, but his risks had paid off so far, and he wasn't in his most cautious mood.

"Already yours, Bucky," you sighed, "I'm yours, please come in me…"

It hit him suddenly when you said that, and harder than he expected.  He hadn't come like that in… he hadn't come like that ever.  He preferred not to think about the sudden, wavering moan he let out in that moment because he wondered if it sounded unsexy, but thankfully his mind was distracted by the overwhelming sensation of his softening, sensitive cock still within you.

He managed to maneuver you in the way he needed as he pulled out, leaning you back into him and holding your legs open to the mirror in front of you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he instructed, his whisper a little labored as he was still catching his breath, “watch my come leak outta your pussy."

You seemed to be in awe of it, despite it being the obvious outcome of what had just happened.  To be fair, he was in awe of it in a sense, too; a thick, slow stream of sticky white come dripping down from your swollen hole and onto the floor… it was mesmerizing.

Your body was limp in his arms as he finally allowed you to rest, your eyes falling shut as you melted into his embrace.  He took a moment to untie your wrists, tossing the garment aside with an exhausted sigh.  “Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily, apparently just to say his name.

“Was that… sort of what you were hoping for today?” he asked softly, kissing your temple.

“And more,” you giggled.  “Oh my god, I… I don’t even know how to describe that… you’re so… fuck, I don’t know, my brain is totally jelly right now.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

He smiled, admiring your vacant-yet-pleased expression and feeling satisfied with his work.  You turned over to lay your head on his chest, and he gladly draped his arms around you in response.  Holding you like this felt so purely right, in a way so few things did to him.  Funny enough, even just having fucked you on the floor and already holding you afterwards right now, he felt nervous again that he would say something wrong.  You were a modern woman, after all, and maybe this was this ‘hook-up culture’ he kept hearing about.

“Was that true what you said, doll?” he asked gently, feeling you stir a little and slide a leg up to rest over his.  “Did you mean it when you said that you were mine?  Or was it just, you know, the heat of the moment…?”

You smiled a little, looking kind of embarrassed.  “Um, yeah, I meant that… I’m yours, if you want me to be.”

He didn’t feel as guilty for feeling so possessive over you now.  Clearly it was appreciated, in the right context.  And he was now at least 75% sure that this wasn’t a hook-up.  “Well, I’m yours, too,” he replied with a soft laugh, “whether you want me or not.”

“I want you,” you confirmed.

You laid in silence together for some unknowable amount of time, but it was a purely unawkward silence.  A peaceful silence, and one filled with possibilities, but not uncomfortable.  Maybe it was uncomfortable in the sense that the carpet, while still being very plushy and expensive, was still the floor and not as forgiving as a bed… but it was completely worth it.

Part of him feared to ruin the moment by speaking, but much more of him feared that you would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t say something.  "This may be the wrong time to ask this— or maybe just the wrong order to do this stuff in— but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime."

You laughed, but cuddled deeper into his chest.  "Um, yeah, that would be nice."

"I just hope I'll find something nice to wear," he grinned.