#pull him around by his cute transparent shirt

[cephalopodish]

tall and small

[hoshifighting]

HII i hope youre doing well, ive been binging your page and youre spoiling ussss 🫦🫦🫦 but i was wondering if i could request seventeen reaction to being hit on by another woman cs i always see jealous svt but what id it was reversed…

(cheol barely even looking at the woman….godbye…..)

seventeen x jealous reader

seungcheol barely glanced at her, his focus staying on you, only on you, always. there was a smug smile on his face as he noticed the way your expression darkened. “you're cute when you're jealous, you know?” he'd say, leaning in close. “don't worry, baby. you're the only one i see.” his hand would find its way to your lower back, pulling you closer, making sure everyone around knew exactly who he belonged to.

jeonghan would have a playful glint in his eyes as the woman tried to flirt with him. he wouldn’t even break eye contact with you, waiting to see if you’d react. when you stayed silent, he’d make his move, sauntering over to you with that naughty smile. he’d wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “relax, love. you know no one else could ever compare to you,” the possessive glint in his transparent to show that he was going to assure you this in bed tonight.

joshua would politely set boundaries with the woman, making it clear he wasn't interested. you could see the gentle smile on his face as he walked back to you. “she was just being friendly,” he’d say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. you’d try to hide your jealousy, but he’d see right through you. “you know you’re the only one I want, right?” he'd ask, his voice soothing. his hand would slip into yours, squeezing gently. “come on, let’s get out of here,” he'd suggest, his eyes never leaving yours.

junhui is always so charming, and it’s no surprise that women find him attractive. but the way he handles the situation leaves no room for doubt. his hands wander over you, not so subtly staking his claim. “don’t worry, babe,” he murmurs. “i’m all yours.”

soonyoung and public displays of affection were a given. as soon as the woman approached him, he’d immediately wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. his eyes would flash with annoyance. “sorry, but i'm taken,” he'd say bluntly, not even giving the woman a second glance. he’d turn to you, his expression softening.

wonwoo always been quiet, but he knows how to make you feel secure. when the woman starts flirting with him, he simply turns to you, his expression soft. “do you want to go somewhere else?” you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but he just smiles, pulling you close. “i’m not interested in anyone else,” he says. his hand slips under your shirt, resting on the small of your back.

woozi wouldn’t waste any time dealing with the situation. as soon as the woman tried to hit on him, he’d pull you close, his hand resting possessively on your ass. “i'm with my wife,” he’d say firmly. you'd know without a doubt that he was completely devoted to you. “jihoon?” “hm?” “am I your wife?” “oh— i—”

minghao would be calm but there’d be a slight edge to his voice as he ignored the woman. he’d turn to you, a faint frown on his face as he notices that you're actually mad. “you know i’m with you, right?” he'd gently cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “don’t let it get to you,” he’d murmur, his eyes searching yours. “you’re the only one I want.”

mingyu’s charm was undeniable, he’s a man who calls attention, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when the woman started flirting with him. he'd flash her a polite smile, but his eyes would quickly find yours. “you know you have nothing to worry about, right? i only have eyes for you.”

seokmin would find the situation amusing, especially when he saw the annoyed look on your face. he'd flash the woman a bright smile before politely turning her down. “i have a girlfriend,” he'd say. he’d walk over to you. “you look adorable when you’re jealous, baby when we get home I'll show you that” he'd tease, gently pinching your cheek.

seungkwan wouldn’t hesitate to reject the woman, his tone sharp and even rude, making you a bit embarrassed. “ya! i'm taken, look at my ring” he'd say. he’d turn to you, his expression softening. “you okay baby?”

vernon would be slow to catch on, but once he realized the woman was hitting on him, he'd quickly shut it down. “oh! no, no, no,” he'd say, shaking his head. “i'm with someone.” he'd turn to you, a sheepish smile on his face. “sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he'd say, rubbing the back of his neck. he'd walk over to you, his hands slipping into yours. you can’t even be mad at him.

chan would be so nervous to handle the situation that he would say the first thing that cames up to his mind. when the woman hit on him, he'd give you an exasperated look, clearly annoyed. “i need to shit,” he'd say bluntly, making you burst into laughter. the woman would be left confused as he quickly excused himself, walking over to you with a grin.

[cursingtoji]

I'm crying these cliches are so cute!! I think Denji with kissing under the rain + wet transparent shirt (he'd totally stare) + taking care of him while sick, would be very cute!!

𝑾𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 ✧ 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 ✧ 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ┊the perfect combo so far?? thank so much for joining 🧡 The Clichés ™

Denji stood outside the Public Safety building where you were supposed to meet him for a mission assigned by your superiors, Denji was totally fine by your delay, it gave him time to psychologically prepare for being alone with his crush.

The forecast said it would rain but Tokyo was under a downpour since morning.

“Denji!” you came running and waving, no umbrella, nothing to cover you except your own hand above your forehead so you could see your path.

Denji waved back but he froze when you got closer and he could see how the white shirt of your uniform was glued to your skin, precisely to your boobs and the way it bounced with your seemly simple pink bra as you jogged in his direction. Did he just die? Are you an angel?

He could hear your voice and something about having your umbrella stolen when you went to a public bathroom, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off your chest, it looked to soft and he wondered what would be like laying down on them.

“…Denji?” you snapped your fingers on his face, “What’s wrong?”

Denji limited himself to just point down at your chest.

“Oh, good thing I’m wearing a bra today” you whispered like a secret and Denji felt steam was about to blow out of his ears like a cartoon, “Let’s go, there’s a convenient store on the other side of the avenue, we just need to cross that bridge. You’re okay with taking some rain, right Denji?” you laced your arm with his and he gasped feeling your plump chest against his arm.

Teasing Denji was very fun, but when you were in the middle of the uncovered bridge drenched to the skin and spotted your superior Kishibe coming from the opposite side you dropped your act.

“Uhm Denji? Maybe we should go back…” you crossed your arms to cover your chest.

Denji got confused at your sudden behaviour change and then he spotted the old man approaching under his umbrella while the two of you looked like abandoned dogs. Denji had more than just hots for you, and that meant he wanted to protect you from embarrassment, so he quickly moved to be in front of you, shielding your body.

“You kids are going to get sick” Kishibe declared looking down at the two of you.

“Her umbrella was stolen” Denji explained and you looked at your superior from above Denji’s shoulder.

“In the metro station toilet” you added.

“What about you, Denji?” Kishibe asked.

“I never had one, I usually just put a jacket on my head” the young boy confessed without any embarrassment scratching his neck.

“Gosh, here” Kishibe pulled his wallet and a thousand yen bill of it handing it to Denji, “Buy yourselves an umbrella and a warm drink” he resumed his path as you thanked him and watched as he disappeared on the corner.

“Hey, wanna buy fried chicken instead?” Denji held the sides of the bill excited, “Oh it’s getting wet” he noticed and put away in his pocket.

You were still at a lost of words for how quick the blond was to read the situation and protect your honour, so you didn’t hesitate in pulling him down by his tie and lock lips.

Denji only realized what was happening when your warm wet lips were already pressing on his cold ones. The rain keep falling around you as you nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Thank you, Denji, you’re really sweet” you whispered with the tips of your noses touching, Denji slowly opened his eyes noticing the droplets sitting on your eyelashes, “Let’s get fried chicken… and a coffee, you could use it” you took his hand holding it in hopes to warm it up a bit.

Maybe he did die and this was what heaven was like.

“We have a problem” Aki said when you answered his call. Twenty minutes later you were in his apartment knocking and asking if everyone was okay since he didn’t give you much information. “He’s your problem now, there’s medicine in the bathroom cabinet” Aki opened the door in his uniform already leaving for work as Power followed him.

“I made soup” she informed.

“That’s boiled egg water, please throw it away” Aki yelled climbing down the stairs.

“Denji?” you called softly finding him in the couch with a heavy blanket and a very red nose.

“I’m dying, help” he mumbled and you leaned to touch his forehead.

“Oh my god, you’re burning” you squatted to be on his eye level, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you walk on the rain with me that day.”

“It was worth it” he admitted with a nasal voice due to his stuffed nose.

“Come on, let’s remove those blankets before you combust” you started to pull but he held to them whining about feeling cold, “You had the fever meds yet?” he nodded, “Then how about that: you lose the blankets and I let you lay down on my chest.” Denji pretended to think, but in reality it took him less than two seconds to kick out his blankets.

“Totally worth it” he murmured having his hair played with on top of the softest pillow ever.

See also: Sexual Tension — Aki 🔞

[delicatebarness]

Cry baby request!!

Someone spills a drink all over her and her shirt is see through so Bucky give her his jacket to wear and tells everyone to stop looking at her and stfu type of attitude. Do what you will with it I just thought the protective Bucky was cute. Maybe he steals a little peak and winks at her. No one else can look but him. 😉😉

cry baby | no point crying over spilled beer...

Summary: ^^ Requested Prompts.

Warnings: Drunken idiots.

Word Count: 389

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Tags: @winterslove1917 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment | @thezombieprostitute | @buckys0whore

Standing at the crowded bar, you waited while the bartender got your soda, trying to stay out of the way of the bustling bikers. Bucky leaned against the bar near you, his eyes constantly scanning the room.

Suddenly, a drunk guy stumbled into you, sending his beer splashing all over you. The cold liquid soaks through your shirt, making it cling to your skin, turning it transparent. You gasped, catching the attention of not only Bucky but the other men around you. Your cheeks flushed with heat as you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself. 

Before you could react, Bucky was standing in front of you, shrugging his jacket off. Draping it over your shoulders, his expression darkened. “Stop fucking looking at her and shut the hell up,” he growled, his edge silencing the bar instantly. 

Mumbling apologies, they averted their eyes. Bucky left no room for argument, his gaze softening as he turned his attention back to you. “You okay?” he asked with concern.

You nodded, pulling his jacket tighter around you. The scent of smoke and leather makes you feel instantly safer. “Yeah, I, um, I am good… Thank you,” 

Giving you a quick once-over, his gaze lingered just a fraction longer than necessary. “Anything for you,” he muttered as a small smirk began to play on his lips.

Self-conscious in the wet shirt, you excused yourself and hurried toward the bathroom, taking his jacket with you. Once inside, you locked the door and peeled off the wet shirt. You felt exposed and vulnerable as you looked over yourself in the mirror, standing there in just your bra.

Hesitating for a moment, you weigh out your options before slipping Bucky’s jacket back on. It was slightly oversized, the sleeves fell past your hands. It provided a comforting sense of security. Zipping up the jacket, you felt a warmth spread through you.

As you made your way back to the bar, Bucky’s gaze caught yours. You offered a small but grateful smile. He nodded in return. However, as you approached, wet shirt in hand, his expression filled with surprise. He noticed the lack of a shirt underneath his jacket. 

Another wave of heat reached your cheeks, but Bucky quickly composed himself. His protective instinct returned as he held your gaze, yet his hand tightened around his beer bottle.

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[goobtopia]

need a rafe x fem plus size reader 🧎‍♀️ maybe a grumpy sunshine moment too where he’s mean to everyone except her 🫣

it’s a little blurb but i hope this is what you were asking for!!

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

warnings: allusions to sex (no actual smut), groping, kissing, domestic!rafe, swearing, sexual dialogue, f!reader

disclaimer: the original edit of this blurb contains poor choices that i made, that have now been edited due to a criticism i received in this ask, here, you can read the original line, the critique, and my response. one line i wrote originally, in particular, could possibly offend or hurt you so please consider this before reading as the goal of this disclaimer is transparency and accountability rather than to cause any further harm. thanks for reading and all criticism is welcome.

[requests are open]

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You and Rafe had begun to look like your very own Home Living magazine, you only moved in last year and since the dust had finally settled Rafe was letting you go wild with the interior design. You had to hire help for some things like the dining and the living room but almost everything else was by your own creation. You'd been having a lot of parties.

No kids yet and you were still fresh out of college so it was the perfect spot for all your friends from your undergrad program and Rafe's buddies to come let loose.

"Hey are you not feeling okay?" You whispered, sliding into the seat beside Rafe who had a scowl on his face and a warm beer. "No it's fine I just-" He cut himself off letting things go silent for a moment.

"Just what?" You questioned, hoping he wasn't starting to feel sick or anything. "You told me to chill out tonight but I can't help it, they're not using the coasters on your new coffee table and spilling champagne on the wood floors. These people are animals." You smiled, touching him on the shoulder.

"First of all, they're our friends and it's our coffee table." You reminded him, soothing the skin under his shirt by rubbing it as he takes a swig from the bottle. "You just put so much work into this baby, I hate to see them ruin it." He whispered sweetly, leaning his head on your shoulder allowing you to run you hands through his straight hair.

"Baby the wood's all sealed and I doubt a little bit of champagne is gonna make our floors buckle. Can you at least try to enjoy yourself?" You cozy up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he can't help but smile and give you a quick kiss. "Of course baby, consider it forgotten." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"You smell nice baby, is that your perfume?" He takes a deep inhale as you twirl a piece of your hair, "New shampoo, it's strawberries." You were both in your own little world at this point when he landed another kiss on your awaiting lips. "Yummy." He mumbles, sliding his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss as he travels lower, grabbing the side of your hip.

"Y'know what might really help me forget?" He asks, pulling away from you so suddenly it's like he's teasing you. Daring you to tell him no when you have him so desperate. "Oh, yeah?" You ask him to continue raising a brow in the process. He pulls you over his lap, standing from his spot on the couch with you in his arms.

"Getting to spend some time in this cute ass of yours." He says loud enough for only you to hear as he squeezes your thighs, making you bite your lip at him.

"But Rafe, the party!" You whine, holding on to his shoulders and looking around the room that was uninterested in your theatrics. "What party?" He groaned, leading you his favorite room in the new house, the bedroom. "If I don't have your tits in my mouth in the next 30 seconds l'm kicking everyone out."

[ka0ila]

hi, something about cockwarming? all members.

Cockwarming

pairing - hyung line

genre - smut

[1] [2]

chan

i feel like he'd love cockwarming you in his studio

when he's working on something and youre just sitting on his lap squirming making cute noises

he'd love the feeling of being inside you

it somewhat helps him concentrate

when you move, he'd place a sloppy wet kiss on your neck

or leave hickies at different places

he's someone who'd ask you to not wear undergarments when you're around him, nor would he.

he would ask you to sit on his lap naked

as he enters you he’d love to hear your whimpers

you’d fall asleep on his lap with this dick inside and he’d probably cum a few times

after few hours he finishes his work and wakes you up with a thrust

you guys have lazy sleepy sex

lino

he’d probably cockwarm you as a punishment

probably would use everything you say against you

“it hurts” ,, “oh? it hurts baby? well it should hurt. you’ve been a naughty kitten, teasing me throughout the day huh? you couldn’t keep your pants on in the dance room huh? you deserve it bitch”

wouldn’t let you move one bit, would probably smack your ass if you did, hard.

it all started when you entered the dance room without undergarments

…with a white transparent shirt

he’d probably smirk to himself and scoff at the move you pulled

he would close the door, place you on the dance room’s couch smack your ass at intervals and tie your hands behind your back

your body completely bending towards him, your chest on his face, his cock inside of you

when i say you’re not allowed to move, you’re not allowed to move

if you did move, or try and bounce on his cock, he’d probably edge you with a vibrator for hours, and otherwise, his breeding kink says it all.

changbin

we all know how much this man loves to gym and the amount of hours he’d spend there.

i feel like this guy would have a daddy kink

you always tagged along w him to the gym

and you were in a mischiefy mood to add on

and, you decided to pull a prank on him,, to call him daddy in public

he was on the bench press when you sneaked behind him just to whisper a “i need you daddy”

he’d be soooooo flustered and turned on

he’d cock warm you, then and there, on the bench press

hyun

both of you were exhausted, completely

i feel like hyunjin is someone who’d be very much into sleepy cockwarming

after a long day, you lay on top of hyunjin, cuddling

‘mistakenly’ you grind on his cock clothed

and you could feel his bulge in a second

he’d whine and you’d whisper ‘my bad’

“you think i’d let it go? take off your pants”

with that, you guys cockwarm for hours

he just wouldn’t let you sleep

the moment he thinks you’re about to sleep, he’d thrust you from beneath

later, you have the most lustful and degradeful sex ever.

posting after a whileeeee, please drop few suggestions, i’ll try and write whenever i get time, thankyouu!!

[lesinquietes]

One thing about Levi is that he’s a gentleman. He holds doors open and pulls out your chair. He takes your hand and gently tucks you on the other side of him when you’re walking near the road. He ensures it’s him to who picks up the bill, even if you insist. Perhaps the cutest gesture of all is how often he observes you with bees, extracting honey and transporting hives when needed. He’s fascinated by your attachment to the small insects… and perplexed — until you show him one up close. You bring him to one of your apiaries and explain why they’re so essential to life. It turns out they’re totally harmless unless they’re frightened. With a small smile, he admits that they’re pretty damn cute, too. Not as cute as you, though.

On your third date, he asks you to be his woman. Without hesitation, you agree. He thought you would. The two of you are barely apart these days. He can sense that you’re as comfortable with him as he is with you. That’s one of rhetorical reasons why he asks you if you’d like to come back to his place. Erwin is out of town, so you’re more than welcome to spend the night.

He drives you over. There’s a giddiness to you that can’t be concealed. It stirs the lustful beast within him. Innocent, sweet, and his — he can’t wait to ravage you. You may have had others prior, but tonight, all you’ll know is him.

He guides you into his and Erwin’s shared home. You inspect the place casually, commenting on the decor and asking him about a few family photos. He discovers that it’s simple to be transparent with you. Slowly, he leads you up to his bedroom. You don’t reject his advances when he accepts your hand in his and kisses your knuckles gingerly. Instead, you exhale deeply. He reels you into his chest and claims your lips, unable to be satiated without them.

Eventually, you’re half-dressed in his bed. His shirt is off, and his pants are about to be discarded. His ebony locks are a mess atop his head, as are your delicate tresses. You’ve never looked more gorgeous than this, vulnerable and unravelled for him. He takes you with a softness that all but ascends you. Calloused fingertips travel along your flesh, investigating what your clothes have always hidden. His member finds its way into your intimacy, thrusting as deeply as you’ll let him. In limbo, you cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and begging for your release. He dips down to graze his teeth along your neck, deliberating on where to bite. He settles on a spot near your collarbone. When he sinks down and suckles on the tender area, you reach your peak. The tension building in your gut snaps, and the way his fingers feel, rolling your clit back and forth, becomes far too much.

In the aftermath, his cum is dribbling out of you. You’re wrapped tightly in his arms, falling into a slumber on his chest. He stares at the ceiling, just as he does most night; except this time, he’s smiling. Maybe rest will come easier this evening, with you here.

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[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Rafayel: Ocean Adventure | Drabble

Okay so Rafayel is a lil shit but so are we.

Pairing: Rafayel x Reader Warning: None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Rafayel

When your adorable boyfriend had mentioned wanting to explore the tidepools near his home, you were expecting a cute date. Finding little starfish and other fun creatures, collecting seashells…cute things. You weren’t expecting to be staring at him, seaweed in your hair as saltwater dripped onto your face. You looked like a wet dog as you stared at your beloved boyfriend, ready to throttle him.

“Uh, you got a little,” Rafayel managed after he had finished the worst of his laughing fit. He pointed to the large strand of seaweed you could see in your peripheral vision. You glared, slowly reaching a hand up to pull the seaweed off your head and tossing it below you.

“So you really wanna play this game, Raf? With me?” you questioned, nodding as you placed your basket on a rock. You continued nodding, thinking over a game plan as you put your hands on your hips, “Are you certain this is how you want your day to go?”

Rafayel placed a hand over his heart, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” a dramatic sigh, “I had simply slipped, and you were right there,” now a pitiful look was shown to you, “I really hadn’t meant to,”

“Oh?” you laughed. “You didn’t mean to?” you began walking closer to him. Rafayel could see that this wasn’t going to work out in his favor, opting to take a wide step back and be prepared to run if he needed to. “Well, bad news for you because I definitely mean to do this.” You were quick and efficient with your methods.

Cupping the water just right, you splashed Rafayel in the face. It helped that you guys were by the deeper section of the tidepools, so you didn’t have to bend down completely to do it. You watched Rafayel sputter, wiping some of the water off his face. His poor, beautifully styled hair was now dripping as well.

Then you did it again, maybe two or three times, laughing as he cried out for mercy. Once you were sure he was just as soaked as you were, you stopped, crossing your arms over your chest to admire your handy work.

Then you noticed that, with all the splashing and water, his beautiful white shirt was now…transparent. You always told yourself that you looked respectfully in most situations…but when it came to Rafayel that didn’t apply in the slightest. You ogled him without remorse, staring at him up and down and just enjoying the sight you had created.

Rafayel covered his chest bashfully. “H-hey,” he whined. What do you think you’re looking at?” In awe, he was pouting now, too.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” you blatantly lied as you went to pick your basket back up. It was filled with shells and sea glass you had found, things that the ocean wouldn’t be missing. Now, come on, didn’t you say you wanted to show me everything this tide pool had to offer?” you asked with a smirk.

Rafayel, who didn’t bring a basket since he was more than happy to use yours, crossed his arms. Then, as if thinking of something, he began approaching you. You were confused at first, wondering what he was up to. Once he was close enough, he loomed over you almost like a predator would…but no…he couldn’t be.

“What are you doing?” your tone was accusatory, and he smiled.

“I just wanted to share this moment together is all,” His arms came to wrap around your waist. Oh…well, at least it felt nice as you leaned in closer to him. You were both wet anyway, so it wasn’t like he was getting water on you.

“Oh…well, if that-” you let out a scream as soon as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, “You son of a bitch, put me down!” you began beating his back with your firsts because you fucking knew exactly what he was about to do.

He didn’t stop walking, though, “Hey, ease up back there. It almost feels like a massage gun when you hit me like that,” he teased, and you could see the water getting deeper the further he walked. 

“Put,” one harsh slap, “me,” an even harder hit, “down!” This time, you were thrashing about in his arms as you tried not to let what was about to happen happen. 

Then he stopped, and for a moment, you thought it was just a bluff…but oh no. Apparently, there was a ledge where the tide met the deeper ocean. Rafayel adjusted you in his arms, and you gave him a confused look. Then he jumped in, you in his arms, screaming the entire time.

Tbh if a man tossed me into the water you best bet imma be drowning him. You hear that Raf? I'm comin for you. SQUARE UP.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

It’s me again :D

I had this thought where pretty told Chris to sit on the bed and close his eyes and then she shows him the new lingerie she bought. Like if she got more than one set and told Chris to wait to touch her because there is more… I think he would either be like sure pretty show me or he would just ask her for a kiss before she goes put on the next set but he holds pretty when she is about to pull back from the kiss and tells her that he can’t wait longer to touch her :((

I think it would be funny for pretty when she just walks around in underwear and a oversized shirt of Chris and a pair of black thighs to tease Chris :)

the mental image this gave me was too good not to write a little drabble for it.... so here it is! it might not be exactly as you had imagined, but i think it's good enough ehehhe

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut · established relationship · oral [M.Rec] · this was barely proof-read please bear with me lol 

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“Mmm… Yeah. This one’s definitely the prettiest one”.

“Chris”, the pout on your lips made him smile, you just looked so cute. Cute… What a good balance to what you were wearing, a combination that looked nothing short of absolutely delicious to him. “You’ve said that about every single one! That barely helps”.

“Pretty, baby… Look at me. Any set you put on right now will be the prettiest one”, Chris leaned back on his hands, spreading his legs further apart where he sat on the edge of the bed. He wanted you to focus on the movement, he needed you to see the effects your little fashion show had on him.

Earlier, as soon as he’d come out of the shower, without even waiting for him to put anything on, you’d taken a hold of his arm and dragged him to your shared bedroom. Repeating ‘Come, come, come’, finishing with an excited ‘Got something to show you!’

And something to show him you had…

As soon as he had sat down on the bed, you’d asked him to ‘Close your eyes, baby, okay? No peeking!’ and he just giggled and complied. Why wouldn’t he? You sounded just so excited, and he was incredibly weak to your smile, so of course he complied, no questions asked.

Honestly, he’d have to remind you to give him heads-ups for these things, because every time you surprised him with lingerie, he almost fainted with how quickly his insides set on fire. He almost stood up from the bed as soon as he saw you, but he was sure you were just able to see his intentions perfectly in his eyes, which was why you stopped him.

‘Nuh-uh. No touching. I need you to help me decide which one looks best so I can take it with me for our trip this weekend. I just know that if you touch me, I won’t get to show you the other ones’. Chris figured there’d be no harm in humouring you. After all, seeing you try on different garments would be far from a displeasing activity, so he remained seated as you twirled and turned in all sorts of directions so he could see you in every single angle possible.

As usual, Chris underestimated how horny his inner wolf could be–how horny he could be… He should know better by now, but, clearly, he wasn’t thinking with the right head when he agreed to this.

Babydolls… Four of them–each with their matching panties underneath, of course. You’d tried on four different babydolls in the span of twenty minutes, and Chris was honestly close to snapping.

You’d started off strong, with a red set, next came a black one, then a lilac one, and now this one, white. They all had their own distinct shapes and textures, but this last one was the one that looked the most comfortable. With no underwires in the chest area, lacy, pretty much transparent, doing nothing but accentuating all those areas of your body he just wanted to sink his teeth into…

He had reached his limit, and it was more than obvious with the raging hard-on he’d been sporting for what he figured had been probably eighteen minutes. He couldn’t sit still anymore, it was almost like his mind was screaming at him, he just had to openly show you just how aroused he was.

The pout was gone from your lips, it disappeared the moment you focused on his leaking cock resting against his lower abdomen, when your tongue had come out of your mouth to lick your bottom lip. Now he was sure you were close to snapping yourself, it was just clear as day to him in the shift in your scent.

“You look gorgeous in all of them. Take them all, and I promise that if you let me, I’ll fuck you in all of them, on all surfaces of the house”, it was a very serious offer. One that you seemed to be genuinely considering, especially when you started walking towards him, until you stood between his parted legs and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“But it’s extra baggage. We gotta take all the other stuff with us…”

Chris could always trust you to be worried about these things. Of course you’d be worried about your practically weightless babydolls somehow taking enough space that you’d have to sacrifice all the other supplies you were both taking to his house in the woods. As if that could somehow ruin the preparations for the full moon next week…

It honestly made it much worse for him and his will to stay put, because not only did you look finger-licking good in your little outfit, but you were once again showing your commitment to your pack. Both were equally as effective in riling him up.

“Pretty”, Chris brought both hands to your chest to push your breasts together, creating the perfect space for him to bury his face into. He pressed a few kisses on the soft flesh, right before he started mumbling against your skin. “It’ll be fine. Everything will fit just fine. I’d even put these in the car’s glove box, my pockets, anywhere if necessary, as long as I can see you wearing them there”.

His mouth easily found one of your nipples, he teased it with his tongue over the fabric before sucking it into his mouth. It had been almost automatic, when he registered what he was doing he briefly worried he was, as usual, getting carried away.

That worry was very short-lived. One of your hands moved from his shoulder to his head, where you buried your fingers in his hair with a satisfied hum. Meanwhile, his hands found the back of your thighs, so he could gently knead the luscious flesh.

“You want just to see me in them?”

The suggestive lilt in your words made him smile, enough that he let your breast fall out of his mouth so he could smile brightly at you. “Oh, don’t worry, love. I stand by what I said. I’ll fuck you in every single one of them, in ever single room of the house, over every single surface. Multiple times, too. Anything you let me do, and anything you want, I’ll do it”.

You leaned down to finally give him a kiss. He’d been dying to kiss you since you showed him the very first babydoll, but it seemed like you had no plans to let him kiss you as much as he would’ve liked. At least not for now. Instead, you dropped to your knees, right there between his legs, before your hands found his thighs.

Your nails sunk on his skin, and the way you were looking at him, coupled with the almost teasing caresses on his thighs, were bringing him even closer to his snapping point.

Pretty mate… Pretty mate in her pretty gown… Take her. Must take her now…

Chris was trying very hard to ignore his instincts, to keep his logical human side at the forefront of his mind, but it was just so hard when you were looking him right in the eyes, with that look of yours that just made his head spin. It was almost like you knew he was close to his limit, because you finally leaned in further, until your lips found the base of his length, where you pressed a kiss with a hum.

“That doesn’t sound too bad…”

He leaned back on his hands as you kept leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on his skin, until you reached the very tip of his cock and licked the frenulum on the underside. 

As Chris took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as he got hit with the smell of your scent and the feel of your mouth around him, he wasn’t sure if this specific babydoll you were wearing would make it to his house…

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prompts!!! “I’m never letting you go.”?

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Tim rolls his eyes as Kon frets and fusses and pulls the blankets higher around him, tucking them under his chin. “I’m fine.”

“Could’ve gone into shock and fucking died,” Kon retorts. He tightens his arms around Tim’s waist, pulling him back into his chest. He’s blissfully, deliciously warm, and Tim is very willing to snuggle into him. “Could’ve lost your toes to frostbite. Could’ve gotten severe hypothermia.”

Lecture or not, he’s rubbing warmth back into Tim’s legs, his big, warm hands running along Tim’s thighs under the blankets. What a mother hen, Tim thinks fondly. He’s not actually mad Tim saved that kid from falling through the ice; he’s just blatantly, transparently worried and fussing about it.

“But I didn’t,” Tim points out, because he can never quite resist getting under Kon’s skin when the opportunity so blatantly, beautifully presents itself. “So it’s fine.”

Kon gives him an incredibly dirty look. Then a brush of TTK cups the back of Tim’s head and smushes his face into Kon’s neck. Tim lets out a blissful sigh as his cold nose presses into warm skin.

Kon sniffs. “Get out of this bed without shivering yourself to pieces, and then we’ll talk.”  

Damn. He’s kinda got Tim there. “Mmm… nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“Because you can’t? Yeah, for sure.”

“Noooo.” Tim worms his fingers under Kon’s shirt onto his bare, gloriously warm back. “’Cuz I’m getting snuggles from my darling boyfriend who loves me very much?”

Kon blows out an explosive sigh. His arms wind their way around Tim’s waist again, and Tim grins to himself, brushing his cold lips to Kon’s collarbone.

“At least you’re in good spirits,” Kon huffs. He hugs Tim tighter. “I’m just saying, I was right there, you didn’t have to—”

Tim lifts his head and cuts him off with a kiss. He keeps it light and chaste, smiling as Kon blinks at him. “You’re cute when you get all fussy.”

Kon blinks again. Then frowns. “Don’t you dare use that as an excuse to make me worry more, dipshit.”

Tim hums, snuggling closer. “Mmm, no promises.” He grins, nuzzling Kon’s cheek. “Hey, we could’ve done a Titanic reenactment. If only you had a door… Or I guess you could have just levitated.”

Kon makes a face, then narrows his eyes at him. Tim just grins—he knows Kon—and sure enough, after a moment, Kon’s incredulity and huffiness give way to laughter. Tim adores him. “Pfft, yeah, sure. Me, levitating over a tiny-ass pond while you freeze to death, like…” He casts a dramatic hand to his forehead and pitches up his voice. “Oh, Tim! I’ll never let go!”

With a noise of complaint, Tim very bravely reaches out of the covers into the frigid air of Kon’s bedroom, grabs that hand, and hauls it back down to his waist. “Yeah, exactly. But I’m never letting you go. You’re warm.”

Kon snorts. “Yeah, yeah, leech all my body heat, you parasite.” He kisses Tim’s forehead, then glances over his shoulder at the mug on the nightstand. “Your tea’s probably cool enough to drink now. It’ll help you warm back up more.”

“Mm.” Tim nuzzles into his neck again, almost delirious from contact. Kon’s really good to cuddle with. “In a second.”

“Okay.” Kon’s lips brush his hairline. They’re warm, too. “In a second.”

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Style Swap

This story is for @prinxietyweek

Prinxiety Week Day 1

Prompt: Style Swap/Sun and Moon

Warnings: Swearing, Food Mention. I think that’s it but if you think I should add others, please let me know <3

Words: 1351 

AO3

Virgil searched his room. Under the bed, in the hamper, even behind the bookshelf. His hoodie was nowhere to be seen.

He was halfway through searching his closet when Roman’s voice startled him half to death.

“Hey babe-”

“Fuck!” He yelped, placing a hand over his chest. He took a few deep breaths, and turned around to see Roman’s apologetic smile. Not only that, but he was clad in Virgil’s hoodie.

“Sorry for startling you,” He said with a soft chuckle. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “You going back in the closet?” He teased.

“I was looking for that, actually,” Virgil growled, but without any real heat behind it.

“Oh… sorry. Again.”

“It's okay. Can I have it back?’

“Yeah.” Roman went to take it off, but stopped. “Later.”

“Wha- Princey, I'm cold!” He shot a glare Roman’s way, but smiled. It did look good on him.

Roman stuck his tongue out at him, but then his expression softened. “You can use mine.”

“Why are you using mine if you have your own?!” Virgil sputtered.

“It smells like you,” Roman mumbled, burying himself in the soft fleece of Virgil’s hoodie. Who was Virgil to deny him that? “Besides, you’re already wearing one of my shirts!”

Virgil sighed, rolling his eyes affectionately and walking up to Roman, pulling his face down to his level.

“If you insist on cosplaying me, at least let me do your makeup.”

“And look like a Hot Topic threw up on me? No thanks,” Roman teased.

“I’ll let you do mine-”

“Deal!” Roman said, running at Virgil and tackling him onto his bed.

“I gotta get the makeup first, get off!” He laughed. By god, he was smitten.

. . .

A few hours later, Virgil and Roman both had full faces of makeup. After giving Roman his signature eyeshadow, Virgil decided to go a little overboard, adding little crescent moons on the sides of Roman’s eyes. The moons themselves were erased from the shimmery purple eyeshadow Virgil had used on Roman’s top lids and blended out to the sides, and a little of the bottom. He was rather proud of the look, and may even try it out on himself sometime. He also let Roman wear his favorite matte black lipstick. The man looked stunning by the time he was done. He leaned more towards a galaxy goth vibe than Virgil’s usual scene aesthetic, but he did dabble with goth makeup and clothing from time to time.

And Roman had seemed to like it! Even claiming he wouldn’t mind if Virgil wanted to do his makeup more often. It made his heart swell with pride. Plus, he wouldn’t mind doing his boyfriend’s makeup again. The idea sent excited little spiders skittering in his stomach.

Roman was just finishing Virgil’s makeup now. Virgil was content watching him work, just mere inches from his face. Roman had this cute little concentrated expression, like when he was working on a story or an art piece. It took everything for him not to kiss him every time he got close.

Pulling away, Roman’s jade eyes examined Virgil’s face. 

“Done!” He announced, summoning a hand mirror. Virgil was pleasantly surprised that Princey didn’t go over the top. It was still extravagant compared to his usual tastes, but Virgil found that he didn’t mind.

Roman had applied a generous dusting of blush on his cheekbones, and some on his nose. He had golden graphic liner in the shape of a sun, and little golden stars littering his cheeks and nose like freckles. To top it off, he had a pale red lipliner on the corners of his mouth, blended toward the middle and finished with a transparent, pink tinted gloss. It definitely wasn’t his style, but he didn’t hate it. He dare say he might like it, though he’d definitely try it with a different color pallet on his own. He’d love to see it on Roman.

“This would be so fucking cute on your face,” he mumbled as he continued to admire the makeup.

“You think so?” Roman asked, a little smile creeping its way onto his lips. “It looks pretty gorgeous on you.” 

Virgil could feel his face warm up at the compliment, and Roman chuckled. He pulled Virgil into a hug.

“Come on, take a few photos with me.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie with the both of them. Virgil gave a small smile. Roman took a few more. One where they both smiled. One where they were kissing. And one where Virgil laid against Roman’s chest.

Then Roman started taking dozens of photos of Virgil. Photos from every angle. Virgil even found himself posing in a couple of them, only to give in to the light giggles that attacked his chest a few moments after.

“I won’t show them to anyone, I promise,” he reassured. “I’ll put them in the locked folder of my phone, if it makes you feel better.”

“That’s really considerate of you, Princey,” Virgil said with a soft smile. Roman snapped another photo.

“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable,” Roman said casually, taking another photo.

“Thanks,” Virgil smiled widely. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Roman snapped another photo, then gave Virgil a peck on the cheek. When he pulled back, he snickered.

“What?” 

Instead of explaining, Roman snapped another photo and showed it to Virgil. He had a big, black imprint of Roman’s lips on his cheek. Virgil found himself laughing brightly.

“Okay, okay, let me take a few photos of you before I mess up your makeup.” He pulled out his phone, and Roman launched into a series of poses, expressions, and ways of cradling his face with his hands. Virgil took about fifteen, which he would have deemed excessive about a year ago. But now, he loved having too many photos of his boyfriend, though his phone’s ‘Storage Space Running Out!’ notification didn’t share the same sentiment.

And, he’d seen Roman’s ‘Virgil Folder’ as he called it. He was surprised he hadn’t run out of space on his phone long ago.

When he was finished, he kissed Roman’s temple before nestling his face into the crook of Roman’s neck with a satisfied hum. As sappy as it sounded, any morning spent with his boyfriend was a good morning. 

The two spent the next thirty minutes pressing soft kisses to each other’s skin and basking in each other’s company, before a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Virgil called. The door swung open to reveal Patton covered in flour, clad in two baby blue oven mitts. He visibly did a double take, before smiling widely.

“You two look great!” He beamed.

“Thanks,” Roman grinned. Virgil gave a sleepy hum of agreement, leaning into Roman’s side once again.

“Of course! I just came to tell you guys that breakfast was ready, but no rush to get down here,” Patton said, removing his oven mitts and fanning himself with them. Virgil guessed that he probably came straight after pulling something from the oven. 

“Thanks, Padre,” Roman beamed. “We’ll be down in a bit.”

“Alrighty!” He looked at the two of them again, before muttering, “I should have you two teach me your makeup secrets sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan, Pop-Star,” Virgil said, smiling. As Patton left, Virgil found himself pulling Roman into his arms, and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing just under where Roman’s jaw met his ear. He was promptly swept into a soft, passionate kiss from his boyfriend. One that left him a bit dazed, and grinning like a fool into the crook of Roman’s neck.

“I love you too,” Roman mumbled, voice silky smooth and soft against his ears. The two shared soft, sweet kisses for a long while before Roman’s stomach reminded them they had breakfast waiting for them downstairs.

Today was going to be a good day. After a morning like this, Virgil wasn’t sure much could bring him down. Not when he had such a sweet boyfriend like Roman beside him.

Author’s Note: If this weren’t a human AU, I think it would be hilarious if Patton was like “Oh hey Virgil” to Roman cause they have the same face, and he thought Roman was Virgil, LMAO

Happy Prinxiety Week 2024!!! <33333 I am SO excited to be taking part in this event <3333

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Thinking about your spooky Feederism post but buckyyyyyyy

Hear me out Bucky’s daily nighttime fall attire is just some cute pumpkin pj pants that are pretty loose and fall low on his waist (bc he’s a slut) but I imagine he’s pretty toned not super muscular but not not muscular yk anyways he does his nightime routine shower pjs watch tv scroll on his phone and it happens by some freak coincidence he eats a pumpkin (or sweet potato) pie at 3 am on the first day of fall anyways from the midnight snacking at the witching hour triggers the seasonal expansion starting slowly when the moon waxing as just him feeling a tiny bit more hungry then it gets worse (better) I’m sure you can expand (get it ) on that idea 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Spooky belly kink

Okay okay okay okay this put an idea in my horny brain. SO. IMAGINE:

Buckle in fuckers, this got out of control. It's long. Warnings for unbeta'd stucky belly kink (Bucky centered, though), magical weight gain, magic, rapid weight gain, stuffing, immobility, etc.

It's early in October, so very early that it's still hot outside. Unfortunately. Seriously, like, Bucky just would like to sleep in his cozy and perfectly hideous Halloween themed pajamas and sip on a hot pumpkin spiced drink, but he can't. It's too damn hot. He will end up a festive puddle if he does.

So, his fuzzy, orange pj pants have gone from comfortably resting around his waist to sitting low on his hips for some ventilation, to... dammit, fine, as he's lounging around the house one early fall evening, waiting for it to cool down so he can sleep, Bucky pulls his fussy, festive pajama pants fully off. Leaving him just in an oversized pumpkin t-shirt and his underwear.

But it's still too fucking hot. He's still sweating. Fuck. This. This is not how fall is supposed to be!

Bucky grumbles and pads into the kitchen of his apartment so he can open the little window over his sink. He unlocks, opens, and then turns his back to it, blatantly ignoring the footsteps he can hear in the alley outside in favor of starting to return to his couch where he can lie (mostly) comfortably and grumble to himself about the heat. The footsteps are fine. People walk out there all the time. Whatever. He's fine, other than maybe melting to death.

As a result of the alley being relatively busy usually and Bucky's back being turned, Bucky doesn't notice the curling, semi-transparent tendril of purple, sparkling magic that reaches in through his now open window. It shivers and curls to the best of an ominous whistle. A whistle coming from someone's mouth outside - whoever is making those footsteps.

With his back turned, he doesn't notice its immediate lightning-like strike against his back, the tendrils wrapping around his sides and over his belly even as he continues to put distance between himself and the window.

By the time Bucky is flopping back down onto the couch, the unseen, unheard lightning is gone. It's absorbed into his lean, muscular frame. His back and sides and belly. His belly-

Now prone, Bucky scratches his tummy through his shirt, feeling a bit of an itch. It's nothing, though. Just the fabric of his shirt pulling against his body hair, probably. Whatever.

Whatever.

It's too fucking hot. It'd ruining his fall. That's all Bucky can think about.

Bucky intermittently complains to himself and scrolls on his phone until it's really time to get to bed. Just in his t-shirt and in his boxers with a light blanket over him, Bucky falls into an easy, blissful sleep, only waking up when...

At about 3 AM, according to the blinding light of his phone (when he takes it off the charger to check, rookie mistake), his belly is rumbling. Loud. Bucky rubs the sleep out of his eyes, frowning before he's even really awake.

God!

He feels hollow!

The moment he's done with his eyes, he blinks and glares down through the darkness at his gut. He had dinner! And he snacked before bed while melting his brain into goo on social media. Why is he so hungry?

So. Hungry.

Bucky just wants to go back to sleep. He tries to have a drink from his bedside water bottle - maybe he's just dehydrated? He rolls over to lay on his stomach. He...

Nope.

He's starving.

It feels like his stomach is trying to gnaw on his spine.

So, with a sigh, he has to push himself out of bed and wander through the darkness of his apartment, one hand on the wall and the other outstretched before him so as to not walk into anything, before eventually reaching the kitchen.

What can he have to settle his stomach before he goes back to sleep? Cereal? Nah. He's not in the mood. He's fresh out of granola bars, so not that either. He polished off the last few slices of leftover pizza for dinner. Maybe-?

Bucky opens the fridge, standing in the illuminated pool, feeling the chill wash over him, staring at the slim pickings aaaand -

Huh?

How-?

When did that get there?

Bucky is shameless with buying himself little treats to get through life, in general, but... he likes to think he would remember if he bought himself an entire fucking pumpkin pie and a canister of whipped cream to go with it. Before he can really investigate, Bucky's tummy growls again. A slice of pumpkin pie does sound really good right now. His mouth is flooded with saliva. With a glass of milk. Fuck. That would hit the spot.

Bucky doesn't really think about the fact that he ran out of milk two days ago and hasn't had time to go to the store yet. He feels dazed. Maybe this is a dream? Maybe he did fall asleep again after chugging water, satisfied enough to sleep but not satisfied enough to really fight the hunger off, so it's seeping into his dreams?

If it is a dream, what's the point of getting a plate and a cup? What's the point in real life anyway? He lives alone! Bucky's belly grumbles once more, this time in agreement with his sluggish thoughts. Suddenly, he can't wait. He can't even spare enough time to get himself a fork. It's just him. Just him and his belly and his dream.

Fuck it.

He digs in. Lifting the whole pie out of the tin and nibbling at the crust. It's mild and sweet. Mmm. He takes a deeper bite. The explosion of flavor takes over his tongue. That's it. Yeah. His eyes slide shut. The creamy pumpkin and dancing spices; the sweetness; the crumbly, delicious crust. Bucky takes bite after bite after bite, barely taking the time to swallow. He wants to fill his entire mouth with the taste and texture of the pie. He stuffs his face until his cheeks puff out like chipmunks.

Bucky swallows a few times to get all of the pie he's eaten down, feeling the chilly, smooth pie slide down his throat and drop into his empty belly. The pie tastes good in his mouth, but it feels even better. He already feels sleepier. He can feel his heartbeat slowing down in his chest. His breathing, too. His eyes are shut, but nevertheless, his eyelids feel heavier.

His belly feels heavier.

Apparently, while he was reveling in the pleasure of this mysterious pie, his body continued to eat. Stuffing his face.

Stuffing. his. face.

Bucky has both hands on the pie and so he can't reach down to explore his tummy. He doesn't even think to do that, though. He's dazed. He's in the process of eating. Eating messily with his hands. There is nothing else. Nothing but eating. He is biting and chewing and swallowing, and his belly is slowly but surely going from painfully empty to heavy. Full. He feels round. He can't touch himself, but he feels bloated. It's meditative.

Stuffing.

The entire pumpkin pie goes down so easily, so smoothly that Bucky doesn't really register that he's just put away an entire pie. He's living in the timeless, foggy, and nonsensical reality of what must be a dream. It's not his fault that he doesn't realize he's run out of food to shove into his hungry mouth until he finds no more filling or crust and instead just his dirty fingers.

Rather than panic over how much he's thoughtlessly consumed or be astonished about his sudden massive stomach capacity, Bucky simply licks his fingers clean with a satisfied, weighty sigh. His left hand, then his right. Then, Bucky licks his lips, too. He blinks slowly. He feels good.

He licks his lips again, savoring the taste of the pie. Moaning over the fact that he doesn't have anymore. Oh, wait-!

Bucky's eyes flick open urgently, his mouth makes a click sound, dry. Mindlessly, he sets the empty pie tin back onto the fridge shelf he found it on. He has whipped cream still! He has a gallon of milk still!

The little logical voice peaking through his dreamy haze and rich satisfaction clouding his midnight reality tells him he can have a taste, just a dollop. The amount that would be put onto a single slice of pie. Reasonable. Not too greedy.

But...

Then Bucky's swollen belly gurgles. It has other plans for him. So, even though Bucky's head tells him he's just going to have a little, his suddenly gluttonous belly overrides it. Big time.

The aerosolized sound of the whipped cream coming from the canister is hypnotizing from the moment he tips his head back, puts the nozzle into his mouth, and presses down, releasing the sweet, silky sugar and cream to the moment the canister squeals. Empty.

Bucky swallows.

Did he swallow at all when he was emptying the whipped cream into his mouth? Did it all pour directly into his gut?

Bucky sets the empty can next to the empty pie tin. The idea of investigating his throbbing, tight, overpacked belly enters his peripherals but... he gets distracted.

Bucky chugs an entire gallon of milk, moaning through it, feeling it flow right into his tummy and slosh around. The crust of the pie absorbs it, expanding. His belly gurgles and grumbles. Bubbles. Bloating. Oh.

Oh.

The whipped cream went in heavy and sweet, and the milk adds to it. It's not as sweet, but it is heavy.

Bucky knows without looking at the label that this is full fat milk. He never buys full fat milk anymore! He must've picked it up by mistake! Oh, well.

He's not going to return it.

He couldn't.

He's done with the gallon.

He's done with the gallon.

Oh.

Bucky burps, he hiccups - he sloshes.

Fuck.

The milk container isn't in his hands anymore. He's free to slap his hands down onto his struggling belly. Feeling the way it sloshes and swirls and vibrates with a few more hiccups.

The tightness of his belly is exhilarating. He feels like a drum. The weight of his belly is comforting, familiar but also new. Instinctually, he knows he's safe. Yet, he's never been so thoroughly gorged before. The heat coming from his taut, heavy gut is like his own personal heater soothing him into sleep. And the sounds coming from his globe-like tummy are like a white noise machine. Bucky is practically falling asleep on his feet. He can't open his eyes. He can't move.

He can't move.

"Oooh," Bucky moans, staggering back one step, then two. His hands are flat on his gut, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing away. His entire center of gravity has been thrown off with an entire pie, can of whipped cream, and gallon of milk.

He stands in place, wobbling. Waddling.

Bucky waddles back to bed, arms around his belly to try and keep the burps and hiccups and moans in. He doesn't want to be jostled too much. He might pop. He hardly remembers how he got back into bed, let alone if he closed the door to the fridge. It doesn't matter, though.

The moment Bucky is on his bed, he's out like a light. On his back, weighed down, hot and tight and good, and snoring softly. His hands never leave his belly. He's stuffed it, he's grown it, he's--

And as he's drifting off, he's wishing it was like this all the time. Not just in his dreams. Full. Taut. Swollen. Big.

The next time Bucky drifts into consciousness, it's much later. It's still ungodly early, but... later. There's a light from the full moon drifting into his room. It's not light enough to really wake him up, but enough that he realizes he's...

Heavier.

Bucky realizes, half-awake, that it's harder to breathe now than it was when he was last conscious. Huh? Why? Does he have an oncoming cold? Is he congested? He sniffs. No. So, what?

Bucky attempts to roll over. He doesn't make it, though. Instead, he just groans.

Yeah.

He's, uh, he's -

Heavier. Definitely heavier.

Rounder.

In the limited moonlight, Bucky can juuust make out the way his shirt has filled out with, with a solid, thick belly that's ungodly round.

A faint tickling of, oh, that's right, appears at the very back of his mind, but mostly Bucky is bewildered and awed. The pumpkin face on his shirt is illumated by the light of the full moon, and it's stretched and warped by his body. His belly.

His belly looks like a pumpkin. It would look like a pumpkin even without his festive shirt. It's that large. Heavy. And tight.

Holy shit.

How? What? When?

Bucky lies there, panting, sweating, feeling swollen and sleepy, with his hands on his gut, contemplating his existence for a while longer. What the fuck happened to me? Where did this gut come from?

He's on the cusp of the thought of did I have a midnight snack? And the following, was that dream(?) real? When -

Oh.

"Ohhhh," Bucky moans around his panting breathes, scrambling to lift himself higher on the bed and finding himself unable to do anything. He's too heavy. He's -

Is he growing?

It is harder to breathe.

Yeah.

He's, he's growing.

The face of the pumpkin is stretching, stretching, streeeetching. In the silence of the night, beyond his heavy breaths, the only sound is the complaints of his shirt fabric and the seams.

Under his hands, he's heavier and harder. Oof. He even feels fuller, the larger he grows. Bucky pokes his fingers into his gut, and out comes a deep, brassy belch despite the fact that his fingers don't sink into his belly at all. He's so fucking bloated. It's like he's shoved a basketball up under his shirt. Hard as, as a pumpkin!

And he's as roooooound as a pumpkin, too!

He watches the growth, the swelling, the bulging of his middle as he pants harder and harder. It's... it's... again, he slips into a hypnotic headspace without his knowing. The visual makes him feel sleepy. Hot. Heavy. Weighed down and comfortable. His eyelids droop. And, in no time, with his pumpkin tummy expanding out from his body, over top of him, Bucky is lulled to sleep. A soft, sleepy smile on his face.

Yet, his sleep is no longer dreamless. It's still blissful, but it's colored by visions of being a pumpkin. A huge pumpkin. Prize winning. The kind you see at a county fair being lifted by tractors from the beds of trucks to industrial scales. He's not on a scale in his dream, though. Which is good - he might break it! Instead, he's growing in a pumpkin patch, tethered to the ground by thick, feeding vines, but really, he's stuck in place by the massive weight of his pumpkin belly on top of him. Pinning him. Legs splayed out. Arms splayed out. Tummy growing and growing and growing. Rapidly. Impossibly. Crushing him.

Outside of his dreams, lying back and unconsciously in his bed, Bucky rubs and rubs his gut, obsessed with the taut, hard, spherical surface. He's practically vibrating with warmth. He is still smiling. He's snoring softly under the heft of his gut. His cock has worked itself to throbbing hardness in his underwear but even his physical arousal can't overpower the bliss of his dreams.

He can't shake himself out of the dream -

Growing. Swelling. Widening. Fattening.

Late the next morning, Bucky wakes up disappointingly thin and flat-bellied. He frowns down at himself. The only evidence left of his dreams is the sweat covering his body and the wet spot in his boxers. His shirt... he, his, his shirt might be a little looser than it was yesterday. Stretched. But. He must be misremembering. Also, his tummy, it must be his imagination, but it feels... tender.

As it turns out, Bucky isn't going to have a dreamless night in all of October. Not after that first night, his unconscious mind full of greed and gluttony. Stuffing. Stuffing. Stuffing. Growing. Growing. Growing. Heavier. Heavier. Heavier.

His dreams have him gorge himself, an unending tide of food and lust that can't be satisfied until he physically can no longer reach whatever food has appeared to him in his dream. Or, his dreams are full of nothing but unending growth until he drifts back into consciousness from his sunny, pleasant dish in the cool earth of the pumpkin patch. Rising above the rest of the pumpkins. He's big. He's huge. He's giant. He's impossibly massive. Much more pumpkin belly than man.

His starting size in his dreams climbs throughout the month until when he shuts his eyes, he's so huge that he can hardly move. Crushed by the fantastic, humongous blimp of his belly. He can not describe the way it feels to begin so large and only swell more.

More.

He didn't know their could be more! Bucky moans to himself, thinking about it. More. It's such a good word. How did he never know before? More.

How big could he possibly get?! Bucky craves to know so badly. He starts stealing naps in the middle of the afternoon. He starts hitting snooze more often. He puts candy bars that he's been trying to save for tricker-or-treaters on his nightstand to open and stuff into his waiting, salivating mouth the moment he's unfortunately pulled from his dreams. Big, big, bigger.

Yes.

Bucky won't complain about the shift of his dreams; not the content or the frequency; he can't complain! Especially not when on the Halloween night, with the moon perhaps the fullest he's ever seen it, round and fat and bright, his dreams take him to the fridge again.

He hasn't been back to the fridge since the first night.

Bucky licks his lips, and he rubs his chubby hands together even though it makes him giggle, it's such a cheesy gesture. But. He can't wait to tear into whatever is in his fridge. All of it. He's going to eat all of it. He fantasizes about destroying everything in there and in the pantry and cabinets and everything he has to eat. Every little morsel possible. It's all going down his throat and dropping into his fat, fat belly.

His firm, heavy enough to leave him sweating and gasping, heart thudding, waddle-inducing belly growls. Despite the overfed size of him, he feels starved.

With a jerk, Bucky opens the fridge and groans. He's brought to his knees. All that delicious food. Take-out containers galore. Each heavy and sticky - the sign of good, really good food. There's an entire three pizza boxes in there, too! Each box is full of with a complete, delectable pie. A gallon on chocolate milk. Full fat chocolate milk. Eggnog, too. Unseasonal, but... Bucky doesn't fucking care. It's going to be so thick and rich and good. He'll chug it straight after the milk. Further inspection reveals that in one of the drawers, there's an untouched pumpkin pie. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah! Underneath the pie, there's a container stacked full, so full it almost can't shut, of fudgy brownies. Bucky finds cookies, too. The take-out includes Chinese food and Thai and Italian and -

"God," Bucky moans happily, stroking the parts of his heavy, gravity-defying gut that he can still reach. He hopes he won't be able to reach hardly any of it soon. All this food.

He's going to expand.

He's going to get so fucking fat.

Bucky empties the fridge. Then -

THEN

T H E N because Bucky is a true glutton now, by the end of his month of training, he goes on. He eats more. He finds the cabinets and the top of the fridge equally, fully stocked. The dream melts further from reality at that point, and lightning bolts, friendly, helpful lightning bolds of sparkling, neon purple begin to tangle around packages and bags and dump the contents into Bucky's mouth. All he has to do is stand there, which is a good thing because even the dream can't rescue him from the weight of all his gluttony. This feast has made him fatter than fat. He's engorged. He is massive. So fucking round. His knees shake. He moans and shivers around the candy bars being ripped open by sparkly purple magic to be shoved down his throat. Sticky. Sweet. He's eating them whole. With each bar, he feels the fat on his frame grow. Thicker. Rounder. Heavier. Abruptly, Bucky crashes back onto his monsterous, dimpled ass.

And he wakes up on the kitchen floor. Bathed in moonlight. There is no food in sight, although there is -

There's

All around him, littered are the remains of his feast. Wrappers. Crumbs. Empty containers.

It was real.

But

How?!

Bucky palms his flat, tender belly with a moan. He lets his head drop against the floor rather than craning down to stare at his disappointment of a belly. He wants it to be real so bad. That fat, hard, tight gut. His mouth waters and his appetite roars. Please.

Please!

His cries are heard.

It must be a dream! Right?! That's a thing? Isn't it? Waking up into another dream?

It must be a dream because it hits him all at once. The growth happens as footsteps start to echo through the alley outside Bucky's apartment building.

Step. Step. Step.

Bucky is trying to get himself back to bed to sleep off this weirdness (and maybe have time for another gluttonous dream before he has to go about his day), getting onto his elbows to stand up when BWOOOPH.

Bucky swells.

Sudden.

Hoooly shit.

Heavy and round and hard as the fattest pumpkin in the whole patch.

Bucky is knocked entirely onto his back with a heavy crash. The wooden floorboards creak under his massive frame. Ballooning. He's ballooning. He hasn't stopped yet. Bucky moans ungodly loudly. It's real. It's real! This is everything he wanted! The sensations. The heat. The pleasure. Christ. He wants to be a pumpkin forever.

He's awake! He has to be! It's never felt like this before. It's so real! Every detail is clear and fucking hot as shit. He can't reach his other arm to pinch himself, so he pinches the thick, firm fat of his expanding gut. He pinches as it grows. Bigger. Bigger. He whines with how hard he pinches his blubber. It hurts! He doesn't wake up!

It's real!

And it feels so fucking gooooood.

He's a fucking pumpkin. Ripe. Overripe. He's a whale. Blubbery. Too heavy to swim. He can't move. He's just -

Oh, fuck.

He moans out all the limited air he has in his lungs. Loud. Outrageously turned on. Pulsing and throbbing tightly, hotly. His cock but really his belly. It's pulsing, it's gurgling, moving, sloshing like he really did consume all of that fucking food and all those gallons of thick, fattening milk and Eggnog and juice and his poor tummy has no idea what to do with all the rich calories.

Laughter floats in from the alley outside. It's followed by a voice, deep but sweet, too, "I can make that happen, darling."

Bucky has no time to ask what? What will you make happen? He has no time to even think about thinking. The seductive tone of the voice feels like fingertips against his most sensitive flesh. All of him is sensitive now, plumped. Fattened. Ripened. He would shiver if he could move. If he wasn't so fat that he's immobile. He loves it.

Following the voice, eyes, blue eyes, appear outside his kitchen window.

Bucky should be afraid, but he's not. He's -

He's intrigued.

He's the child lured into the witch's house and fattened for eating. Too stupid and gluttonous to dream of putting up a fight.

"I can make you my fat pumpkin all year around, not just as a Halloween treat," the velvet voice purrs. A hand appears next to the stranger's attractive face. His fingers flick and -

Purple, shimmering magic bolts from his fingers to somehow cradle all, all of Bucky's heavy, massive body.

BWOOOPH

Bucky bloats, packing on at least another hundred pounds.

"Oh!" Bucky moans, fingers scrambling over his rolls, trying to touch himself. He wants to touch himself so badly! Frantically, he nods his head, feeling his chin double and triple, "pl-please! Please! I wanna be-" he groans. "I wanna be your pumpkin!"

"Good," the attractive witch purrs.

"Grow me! Please!" Bucky cries.

The witch does as he pleads, humoring him. "What do you wish to eat, my pumpkin?" he asks as he slithers in through the open window. Standing before him, his cold, electric-sparking hands against his sensitive, taut skin and the underlying blubber.

"Anything!" Bucky whines. "Anything! I just wanna, I wanna be bigger!"

"Ohh, what a greedy pumpkin I have." He slaps his gut, laughing. Bucky ripples like thick jello. Holy shit. His toes curl. "I can't wait to make you bigger." His fingers and sharp nails dig into his tight flesh. "You, pumpkin, can call me Steve."

"Steve," Bucky moans immediately, "g-grow me."

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Eddie chuckles and braces one hand on the back of Chris’ head as he leans down to bury a kiss in Chris’ curls which smell like citrus and sweat and boy, a youth permeating from him that is so sweet and precious, conjuring images of grassy fields warmed by the Texas sun and rippling rivers and Eddie running with a laughing girl beside him.

It’s a youth he hopes never fades, a youth he has witnessed in Buck, clutched delicately between large, fragile hands, fluttering and glowing and transparent, so Eddie knows it is something that can endure and by god Eddie will do everything in his power to make sure it does in his son.

“I’m glad you're home,” Chris mumbles into his shirt, rubbing his head back and forth across the fabric in a cute little nuzzle.

A sharp pang echoes throughout Eddie, rolling around in between his bones, clanging like some kind of warning bell. He wonders if Chris still remembers or thinks about the days and nights when Eddie coming home wasn’t even a possibility, when he never even considered waiting or looking forward to his father walking through the door because he knew it wouldn’t happen.

Tears rise up into his throat, forcing it to close tight around the wild pressure of them. But they don’t swell in his eyes. It’s been a long time since that happened, since his tears started and ended in the place belong. His tears always begin in the pit of his stomach, pulled from the very core of him where he tries to keep them buried, yanked up by a rough fist that is shaped and scarred like his own, weaving between bruised flesh and cracked bone until the tears become lodged in his throat and he has to make the decision to let them go, to let them complete their journey and fall from his eyes, or swallow them back down into the pit he designed specifically for them.

Eddie swallows them.

“Glad to be home,” Eddie responds, words roughened by the scrape of tears they have to rake across in order to get out of his mouth. He pokes at Chris’ side to make him giggle, the sound so much more beautiful and cherished and sweeter than any that Eddie could release, and its flavor disintegrates his tears enough that the invisible, unmeasurable particles they are composed of go down easily.

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[haechanhues]

chapter seventeen : mark lee

S I D E : A

Word count : 1k

Warnings : none except the usual - swearing. *sexual* tension I guess. Rizzless flirting that gets a green light when it shouldn’t.

The face that opens the door is a familiar one, but not a friendly one. He immediately scowls and he practically hisses, “Ew, you’re here again.” 

Then the door is slammed in your face. 

You pause for a second, slightly surprised but not entirely as you mull over what to do. So you just stand there, like an idiot, until the decision is made for you. 

The face that opens the door this time is again,  familiar but a polite one. More than polite - he’s awkward, unsure and embarrassed. You have no idea why but Haechan says that Mark was embarrassed to be caught checking you out, “Chenle you can’t just shut the door in someone’s face-” 

He looks at you with eyes that you found love in, “I’m sorry for that, uh- Haechan isn't here but you’re welcome to come inside-” 

You follow after him, making sure to remove the shoes and line them neatly against the wall You notice that Chenle has holed himself back into his room to which Mark sighs at. He figures he should do the polite thing, even though he is still somewhat bashful around you, “Do you want tea or coffee or something?” 

“Ahh, I’ll take whatever you’re having.” 

He accepts it with a nod, but he’s already lost in his own head. Mark understands Chenle’s grumpiness most times, in fact, he and Haechan find it entertaining mostly. But neither have any idea where Chenle’s anger towards you stems from. Nor does Chenle say a damn word about it. 

The strangled yelp you make is not one of pain, but complete surprise and that is what pulls Mark’s complete attention. His orange juice. Not in the glass he just poured you subconsciously, but all over your t-shirt. All over your pretty and probably expensive or at least somewhat valuable t-shirt. 

Shit. 

Shit. 

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” Mark rushes into action, grabbing at the end of his own t-shirt clumsily before dabbing at the developing stain. He ignores the transparency of the shirt and focuses on the task at hand, no doubt the bashfulness creating a pink swell on the apples of his cheeks. 

You feel the heat circulate through your body, getting increasinglyflustered by the way his frame seems to hug you. You can’t help but feel a familiar tingle and you hope the sound your throat makes wasn’t as audible to him as it is to you. You can’t help the wince that escapes your mouth at the touch of his gentle fingers skimming across your skin, goosebumps in their wake. 

He freezes, letting the fabric fall from his grasp and stick to your skin, “Actually, how about you let me wash that for you and like…give you my shirt or something. I’d ask Chenle since he’s got nicer shirts than me but he- uhm, he’s…uhh- him.” 

You nodded. 

“For now,” Mark starts, before he removes the jacket from his back and gives it to you to use, “Use this jacket.” 

Mark is forgetful and clumsy. But he’s terribly cute and endearing. You can’t help but gravitate towards him. 

You want to tell Yves that you weren’t swayed by someone’s looks like you have been many times in the past. You want to say that you kept it simple; attractive but with more substance. Character over all. 

But…that would be a lie, not a complete lie but enough of one. 

Mark Lee was an extremely handsome guy and his pretty privilege gravitated towards you. Naturally. With the amount of times he spilt shit on you, from the very first moment and since, you were never as annoyed as you thought you would be (Everyone else did that for you seeing as you never got mad at Mark Lee). 

He leads you into his room where you manage to fuck yourself over in the best way. You knock over his abandoned bottle of jack on the floor, cursing at yourself so ferociously you forget you are practically half naked, pawing at the mess with Mark’s jacket  and unable to fathom that that the owner of said room, upon hearing your spluttering had decided to play white knight and save you. 

So he saw you. Oh, did he see you. Bent over, skin exposed cleaning up after an expensive bottle of jack. Mark audibly gulps and you’re left completely mortified. Terribly fucking mortified. In fact, you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life (and that’s saying something, considering you have been publicly humiliated and shamed for existing.) 

But because he is Mark Lee, he swallows his surprise before he kneels down beside you, taking your hands in his and lifting you to both feet. He’s so soft and gentle when he tells you that it’s okay and that you didn’t have to pay him back (You did. It was such an expensive bottle of alcohol) 

When he cards a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you almost melt into a puddle. Because he is so sweet and you love it on him. The onslaught of endearment you have towards him flusters you so much you’re self conscious about how he sees you. But you can see the way you manage to have the same impact on him, and it softens you right up again. 

“Okay.. I know I fucked up the first time, but- do you want anything to drink? Tea…coffee? Juice? We had Jack Daniels but-” 

Purposeful pause and a giggle. Yours. 

You can’t help the giggle that passes your lips and he wants to hear it more. It’s clear and it’s melodic and it’s sending his heart into overdrive the more he hears it. 

“Anything you’re having,” You repeat, grin permanently etched onto your face. 

Mark grins, his right cheek protruding, “Okay, I’ll be waiting.” 

You get changed, taking your time as you process what just happened before you walk into the hallway, spotting Mark place your drink on the bench. Tea, you assume. 

Though you love him with all your heart, when Haechan walks through the door with his signature grin and ‘double down’ chunky boots you want to knock him out, “LOOK AT THIS - MY HOES ALL TOGETHER IN ONE PLACE!”

S I D E : B

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter seventeen : mark lee

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[magisteramentia]

A Maid’s Debt (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Cindy tried to put Alexandra out of her mind. Focusing on the tasks at hand. She was already late for work on her first day. Rushing to get dressed she choose her outfit without thinking and ran to catch the bus.

Barely getting there before the bus departed, she finally managed to take a second to breath, calm down and grab a seat by the window.

It was at that moment when she realized what her subconscious picked up to meet her new boss.

She looked down and she could see a white, semi-transparent blouse. Underneath she was wearing a pink lace bra that she, and everyone in the bus could see.

Her face turned red and a single thought gave her a silver lining that made her smile. At least now everything matches.

Pink bra, a light pink blazer that she hugged to hide away and the pink pants that she had prepared last night.

Her subconscious had great fashion sense.

Cindy took out her sunglasses, and watched the city blend into the suburbs. One thought on loop took over her mind, did her underwear matched all of her outfit?

The bus made the last stop in the outskirts of the city. Mr. Ramirez was already waiting for her to drive the last stretch home.

“How was the commute?” Mr. Ramirez said opening the door for her. He had a cute smile under his graying hair and was wearing a white shirt under a gray jacket and matching gray pants.

Cindy gave him a halfhearted smile and closed her jacket.

“That’s an interesting lipstick color.” He added once they got into the car.

Cindy pulled down the mirror and saw the bright red lipstick on her reflection.

“I-” She averted her eyes and made herself small, “I wanted to make a good impression.” She said with a meek voice.

Mr. Ramirez smiled at her. “It did.”

They drove in silence listening to soft jazz on the radio. Cindy took this time to breathe and calm herself.

When they got to the house Mr. Ramirez got off the car and stopped.

“Hey, this is a bit embarrassing, do you mind going in first? I was supposed to pick up some supplies when I picked you up, but I forgot. Make yourself at home, I left some documents that need to be transcribed. You could help me with that.”

Cindy nodded while Mr. Ramirez jumped back on the car. She walked towards the door and before she could reach the knob, it opened.

Behind the door was a young woman, about her age, She had short black hair, pale skin and long eyelashes. Around her neck she was wearing a white choker with a black opal. And then there were the pair of gold earrings.

And then there was the maid outfit. It was form fit to her slender body. Showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. Cindy would have thought it was a fetish outfit if it wasn’t for the fact that the skirt went all the way down to her ankles.

The young woman stood a bit taller than her, she said “Yes?”

Cindy shook her head, getting her attention rapt out of the maid’s cleavage.

“Hi,” She cleared her throat, “I’m Cindy, Mr. Ramirez new assistant and intern.”

The maid gave her a Mona Lisa smile, “This way,” she said and led the way.

“Mr. Ramirez told me about you,” The woman walked ahead of her, there was something entrancing about the way she walked, it was almost erotic. The way she swayed her hips. And Cindy was almost sure she was wearing heels under that long skirt. She could hear the clicking on the wooden floor, “Let me show you around.”

Cindy saw most of the house the previous day, but she could not say no to her.

“You know the foyer, but you already know that.” She said with a little giggle.

Room by room she followed the maid. There was something odd about her. She listened to her, “This is the kitchen… the basement… the bathroom…” but didn’t really pay attention.

Finally she noticed, every time she pointed to a new room, she saw the black latex gloves. Not the kind you wear for washing the dishes.

They finished the first floor and when she was about to go upstairs, Cindy grabbed her gloved hand, it was incredibly smooth and shiny.

“Sorry, I just have a few questions.” Cindy said without letting go of her hand.

The maid smiled, “Yes?”

Cindy felt a bit lost in her expression, she was gorgeous. “Right, uhm, sorry, but I don’t think I heard your name.”

The maid’s eyes went wide, “Silly me, I forgot. My name is Elizabeth.” She said and made a little twirl, “I’m the maid, but I think that’s obvious.”

“Nice to meet you Elizabeth.” Cindy said and curtsied.

Elizabeth giggled, covering her mouth.

“There was another thing I almost forgot. There are some rules.”

Cindy nodded. “Right of course.”

“The Masters are really strict about them, so please don’t forget to follow them. Please follow me and pay attention.”

Cindy followed Elizabeth upstairs, she could see the shinny black heels that the maid was wearing as she climbed the steps.

“First,” The maid said, “You can use any of the facilities as you please, Master is really proud of his library.”

There was that word again, Master. Did they really make poor Elizabeth talk to them that way.

“But” Elizabeth continued, “Please don’t go into the basement. If there is any problem you can come look for me.”

They reached the end of the stairs, “This is my room.” Then she turned and with a very serious, and very out of place expression in her doll-like face, Elizabeth said, “Under no circumstances go in. Understood?”

Cindy gulped and nodded.

“Not even if you hear odd notices. Or even if it’s half open. Ok?”

“Yes,” Cindy said meekly.

Then the maid smiled.

“Good, let’s keep going then. This is the Masters’ bedroom. Try to avoid it if possible. They are very particular about their privacy, you know? Trying to keep their daily lives and work separate.”

“This is the study, you already know that.” Elizabeth said, and kept walking, “On that note, please don’t talk about work stuff outside of that room. Mistress get’s really annoyed when Master does that.”

Cindy liked the idea and the rules so far, respecting their privacy, no talk about job outside the office. That was great, and it would help her decompress once she was done working or if she needed a break.

“And this,” Elizabeth said, opening a door at the end of the hallway “Is your room.”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy said a bit freaked out.

“Master said to prepare the guest room for you.” Elizabeth said getting inside, “The workload can be overwhelming at times and he is very strict, but also the weather can mess up with the busses and trains, making it difficult to go back to the city. That’s the reason I live here.”

It made sense, and Mast- Mr. Ramirez said something about that during the interview.

“You don’t know how much money I have saved working for them.” Elizabeth continued, “Soon enough I’m going to take a very long vacation and travel the world. They were even kind enough to make the reservation for me in advance.”

“That’s very nice. Where are you going.”

“I don’t know yet. Everywhere?”

Cindy raised an eyebrow with concern.

“I mean, I want to travel the world. Always wanted to.” She fluffed the pillow and talked, “Maybe work and travel, I would like to start in Japan.”

Cindy relaxed and nodded “Working as a maid?”

Elizabeth giggled, “Maybe, like in a maid cafe? But no, I was thinking about using my degree.”

“You have a degree?”

“Of course I do. I paid my student debts working for the Ramirez.”

Her hands went up to her lips.

“Please don’t tell Master I made such a blunder.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell.”Cindy hugged her and patted her back, but the question remained, “Say, what did you study then?”

“I’m an English mayor.” Elizabeth said.

An old clock began to chime.

“Shit, is it already this late?” Elizabeth broke the embrace. “I need to get to make lunch and then dinner. Otherwise I will be punished. Thanks for keeping the secret. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” But before Elizabeth left Cindy called out to her, “Elizabeth, sorry, but, I don’t really know what is it that you want me to keep secret.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth stopped and looked over the corridor, and answered in almost a whisper, “Please don’t tell Master that I referred to him by name.”

After that she rushed down, her heels clicking all the way.

Cindy felt a bit nervous. That must have been a joke. No way they could be ‘that’ strict, right?

She shook her head and decided to check out the room. It was quite spacious, there was a double bed, with white pillows and white covers. She had a small desk, a bookcase with a mix of psychology and literature books.

A nightstand by the bed with a reading lamp. She pulled on the drawer expecting to find a King James Bible like it was a hotel room. She found quite the opposite.

There was massager wand.

She blushed and closed it.

“Maybe it’s for back pains.” She said out loud.

She heard a car pull over the driveway. Mr. Ramirez was back, her window looked over the garage and she could see him get out of the car and waving at her.

She waved back, still feeling flustered.

Cindy met Mr. Ramirez at his office, a bit more calmed down.

“Did you get to meet Elizabeth?” He said, opening the door of the study.

Cindy nodded. “Yes she showed me around.”

“Excellent, did she explain the rules?”

“Yes, she was very… warm and kind.”

“That’s Elizabeth for you, shame we will have to let go of her soon. It’s so hard to find someone Alexandra likes.”

Cindy sat down in a desk by the corner, “Uhm,” She said meekly.

“Well then, let’s get to work.“

Cindy tried to say something about the thing she found in one of the drawers of her room, but once she saw him focus on the task ahead she sighed and began to work on the data sheets in front of her space.

Maybe at lunch.

It was gruesome work. Going over interviews, interpreting them, putting everything over spreadsheets. But she focused and grinded.

There was a knock at the door.

“Master?” it was Elizabeth.

Cindy looked over the cloock. It was already past noon.

“Master?” Elizabeth knocked again.

Mr. Ramirez stretched in place and looked at his clock as well, “Come in.”

Elizabeth came through the door and bowed, “Lunch is ready Mr. Ramirez.”

“Thank you Elizabeth,” He said, “We will be down shortly.”

Before she left she looked at Cindy and winked.

Cindy smiled.

Mr. Ramirez stood up, “Let’s get down and get something to eat, as long as you work here it’s my treat, besides, Elizabeth is an amazing cook.”

He let Cindy walk ahead.

Going down stairs she could smell the food. The aroma was spicy and delicious.

“Today I made something a bit Mexican, from the time we went to Mexico, Master.”

Mr. Ramirez approached Elizabeth and patted her head.

“You just wanted to show off.” He said, “Great work.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, “Thank you, Master.”

Cindy winced, every time she heard Elizabeth refer to him like that made her shiver. She looked like a pet.

“You said you went to Mexico? With them?” Cindy said trying to get her mind away from it.

“Yes,” She said excited, “Master had to go and give some lectures and do some research. They brought me along. I learned so much. About the culture, cooking. Even learnt some Spanish.”

Mr. Ramirez sat down next to Cindy.

“We paid for everything of course.”

“Of course,” Cindy said and tried the food. “God, this is delicious.”

“Thank you” Elizabeth said, “An old lady taught me how to make the Pollo con Mole” she even said it with the perfect inflection.

“Speaking about that.” Mr. Ramirez said, he almost moaned when he took a bite of the chicken coated in the black chocolate.

“I have to go back in a few months from now, the university is asking me if I can speak about my research again. Would you like to go?”

Elizabeth blushed. “Master, you know I will be gone by then.”

Mr. Ramirez smiled, “I know, I wasn’t talking about you. I meant Cindy. You know Spanish, right? I could use some assistance while I’m there.”

Cindy was caught with her mouth full.

“Of course I will take care of all the expenses.” Then he winked at Elizabeth, “Also, it was worth a shot.”

Cindy gulped down her bite. “I will think about it.” She said.

Mr. Ramirez went back to eating. Everything was going so fast.

“Well back to work,” He said and Elizabeth picked up his dishes.

Cindy enjoyed the last bites of her plate, “I will wait for you upstairs,” and with that he was gone.

He would have to talk about that later.

Maybe at dinner.

Elizabeth picked up her plate.

Or maybe right now.

“Say, there was this… uhm… thing in one of the drawers of my room…”

Elizabeth smiled at her, “That ‘thing’” she winked at her, “I left it there, I hope you enjoy it.”

Cindy blushed.

“Oh, did I overstep?” Elizabeth tried to hide her face. “Please don’t-”

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” Cindy said reassuring her.

“This is the second mistake I did today. Please don’t tell them. It’s just,” Elizabeth was sort of shivering, “I thought you would like it, you know, if you get stuck here and sometimes things get very stressful with work, and maybe you would get lonely and-”

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said, “I just thought it was a bit odd.”

Elizabeth nodded. Her perfect mascara was running.

“Look, I have to go back to work, you should fix yourself before they see you like that, if they are as strict as you say.”

Elizabeth took out a small handkerchief from one of the pockets of her dress and cleaned her face.

“Master is very kind and he won’t punish me unless he has to, and I prefer his to the when Mistress does it.”

“You mean Alexandra?”

“Yes, Mistress, uhm. I can’t tell you more about it. I will get in trouble. Please, just don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t” Cindy reassured her for the third time. “I’ve to work. See you later.”

Elizabeth left the dishes and went to the bathroom downstairs.

Cindy went upstairs and brushed her teeth in the bathroom next to her room. When she came out she heard another card pull over.

She peered out of the window of her room, Alexandra climbed out of the car and walked into the house.

Before Cindy walked into the office, she heard Alexandra’s voice echo through the house, “Elizabeth?”

“She sounds displeased,” Mr. Ramirez said before Cindy sat down.

Cindy didn’t know what to answer.

He let out a sigh and kept typing on his computer.

“Mr. Ramirez?”

“Yes?” He said as he looked over some documents.

“Is Elizabeth going to be alright?”

He lifted his eyes from the papers he was holding, he looked confused and then the realization dawned on him, “Is this about Elizabeth?”

“Yes?” Cindy answered meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, my wife can be a bit stern, but she cares about Elizabeth very deeply.”

Then he went back to his computer, “Now, if you don’t mind, we still have some work to do. If you want I can drive you home after we are done with this batch.”

Cindy nodded and went back to typing.

But Mr. Ramirez stopped writing, “One more thing, the rules apply as much as on the house as in the studio. Don’t concern yourself with the outside world, focus on the task at hand. We have much work to do.”

Cindy gulped. She didn’t want to get on his bad side on the first day. So she went back to her work, she plugged her earphones and focused on the grind.

Time passed quickly. The grandfather clock began to chime and the world outside was getting darker.

Mr. Ramirez dropped his pen on the desk and stretched. “I think that’s enough for today.” He said.

Cindy did the same. Her neck cracked, her wrists hurt and she was so tired of being sitting all day.

“I’m afraid that we will probably not be having dinner together tonight. Why don’t you go ahead and wait for me downstairs while I clean wrap this up before I drive you home?”

“Thank you Mr. Ramirez.” Cindy said as she began to pick up her stuff.

Then his phone began to ring.

“Shit.” He said, “Excuse my language. Do you mind waiting outside. This is a private call, I wasn’t expecting them to call me back so soon.”

Cindy nodded, she was curious.

“Is everything okay?” She said picking up her bag.

“Yes, yes.” He said and pulled up some sheets and turned on his computer again, “It’s just a client from my private practice. A corporation interested in my research.”

“I see,” Cindy said, it was not unheard of, a lot of marketing companies funded psychological research.

“We are still figuring out the kinks, so I am not afraid to discuss any of it with you, but after we are done with that maybe I can get you on board.” He stood up and opened the door for Cindy.

“I can order a car, if you are busy.” Cindy said as she walked out.

“Nonsense. I don’t think it will take long.” With that Mr. Ramirez closed the door.

Cindy was left in the dark corridor, she could hear his muffled voice through the walls and door. They weren’t very thick.

For privacy’s sake she went on her way downstairs.

But as she walked on the creaky boards she heard someone whimpering.

She stopped.

Then there was a loud noise. Like something cracking.

She looked around. There was a soft light coming from the other end of the corridor. From Elizabeth’s room.

The whimpering grew louder.

Cindy tried to walk as silently as possible over the wooden floors.

The door to Elizabeth’s room was slightly open, letting the soft yellow light spill over the floor.

There was another crack. Another whimper.

Cindy knew the rules. But the door was open. And she was sure Elizabeth was in distress.

She approached the door and pushed it just slightly.

Inside she could see Alexandra, standing tall, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing latex boots, a latex corset and latex gloves. And nothing else.

In her hand she was wielding a long black whip.

She cracked the whip again.

Then she recognized Elizabeth voice, whimpering.

She tried to take a look inside, pushing the door a bit more.

Bending on her waist, was another woman, her ass was red, her legs coated in black latex were shaking. The rest of her body was coated in latex too.

Alexandra cracked her whip another time.

Elizabeth voice whimpered. She could see her outline. But her face was covered in a latex hood.

Finally she noticed what she was saying as she whimpered.

“Ten”

She was counting the lashes with her mouth gagged under the latex hood.

Alexandra took out a small dollop of cream and began to spread it across Elizabeth’s red ass.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you,” Alexandra said, Cindy highly doubted it.

“Because I know how much you love it.” She added, shoving two fingers inside Elizabeth’s exposed cunt.

“If you didn’t love it so much, you would not make mistakes everyday.”

Cindy saw how wet Elizabeth was. She could see her dripping through her legs, to the floor.

She could hear the moaning.

And she felt something burn inside of her.

While Alexandra had her full bush, Elizabeth was smooth.

Also, Alexandra was dripping with lust as well.

The woman spanked the maid with her open palm.

Elizabeth moaned.

“Just wait until your Master comes here. Until he comes here and you have to see me cum on his cock. Wait until he fills you up and cums inside your pussy as you clean mine.”

Elizabeth moaned.

“But I’m afraid you wont get to cum.” Alexandra caressed the maid’s ass, “Only good girls get to cum.”

Elizabeth whimpered.

“Obedient girls get to cum.” Alexandra spanked her.

“Loyal, submissive girls, get to cum.” Alexandra smacked her hand against her ass again.

“You have to earn it.” She said and slid her gloved fingers over Elizabeth’s dick.

Elizabeth whimpered, moaned, Cindy didn’t know.

Cindy stared intently, one hand was already under her blazer, pulling on her nipples.

The other one was on her way down her legs…

There was the creak of a door and light coming out from Mr. Ramirez office.

Cindy freaked out and close the door without thinking. And she was sure she met Alexandra’s eyes, smiling, as she did it.

She went ran down the stairs, the wooden floors creaking under her steps.

Mr. Ramirez came down, slowly, taking his time, he found her sitting on a couch in the living room, flustered, looking at her phone.

“Everything okay?” He said.

“YES.” She said almost yelling, her eyes darted over her body, her blazer was open and he could see her pink bra under the semi-transparent white blouse.

Her nipples were poking the fabric.

He coughed.

“I think it’s a bit chilly outside,” He said opening the entrance door, “I think you should fix your jacket.”

Cindy did. She was blushing. And she could not stoop.

She climbed Mr. Ramirez car and he drove away to the city.

All the way they remained in silence.

All the way Cindy could not stop thinking about Elizabeth, Alexandra, and Mr. Ramirez cock.

~~~

(Part 3)

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argopro has my FUCKING number i'll tell you what. i was nervous about them getting new outfits but i am always a fool for not trusting them to do epsi right and more. this is my insanity post so i don't get rate limited on twitter

starting with this bastard. i cannot BELIEVE they went this route. the more i look at it the more there is. he's only got one leg out which is a shame, but i think the covered leg is a nice compromise to convey his slightly matured vibe without taking away the original appeal of shu's character design (leg).

the cropped tank top is insane to me, like i don't think it was ever confirmed that shu's og black shirt was a tank top (ppl started drawing it that way because yuki's live outfit was a tank top, though that's a fairly practical choice considering how sweaty the performers get) but now they've just gone all in and shrank the hell out of it and made sure we know from the get-go that he's got little slivers of shoulder there and a big enough opening in the jacket to expose them entirely if it were to be pulled aside. god bless. and the midriff?????? i just checked and i'm fairly certain the ONLY navel we have ever seen before this was futa's dbes initial 4 star where his shirt is just barely floating up enough to see it. and now it's a permanent fixture in this creature's outfit. insane. insane. i'm not even going to talk about the fucking harness and its positioning

the jacket is immensely perfect; it keeps the key appeal of his old jacket (big chunky sleeves) while trimming up all the unnecessary parts and adding a lot of stylish flair. the holo parts being slightly transparent is super cool!!! and, i'm sure, serves to highlight shu's figure even more 😭 it's crazy how he went from such a loose, bulky, covered top half design to this insane array of bare skin and contours. he's gained confidence!!! and it's hard to tell but i wonder if this jacket still has a hood on it... and my favorite aspect of his old jacket was the "CHECK" text on the sleeves, since i liked to change the word for narrative art purposes, so i wonder if this new jacket's sleeves will still have any words or if it's just the epsi logo that you can see part of on his left sleeve.

his top half is really so perfectly tailored to the way i've liked to exploit/alter shu's original outfit in my art that it's almost suspicious lol. argopro staff secretly follows me!?!? i'm glad they have the same taste at any rate

misc items:

i'm a big fan of the new choker; the dangling epsi logo charm is super cute and cool, i hope they make official merch out of it

i also LOVE those gloves. don't know how to explain how it fits the energy of the new epsi and shu specifically so perfectly

i'll miss his old boots but i won't miss how hard they were to draw LOL, these new shoes look fun!!

thank you for keeping the garters. it's part of his dna. the "reverse" white garter on his right thigh is extremely funny

all the details around and on his shorts are needlessly complex. see the pink lines on his shorts that lead up to the white belt and wrap around it? it becomes black on one side. for whatever reason. just the number of things overlapping the white belt infuriates me lol. the striped belt has the only yellow in his outfit on its inner side and i wish he had more elsewhere. the holo belt... structure(?) with the epsi logo plastered all over is going to be hell and a half to draw. i am probably going to simplify this whole area when i draw it myself lol

the way his shorts are blue-black while the rest are neutral-black kinda bothers me 😭 maybe if they were more of a dark blue (a lighter shade than his other blacks) it might be better.... they're really going for the jrpg chara style of blacks-on-blacks and a million belts huh

THAT WAS A LOT OF COMPLAINTS BUT it all balances out

overall: very cute, very cool, surprisingly handsome, kind of slutty. i support him

skipping to reiji because i have priorities and he is the second member of epsi to ME. and to the dbes file data.

i was initially very surprised with this long coat thing with the segmented coattails(? if they should be called that), as i'm too used to seeing him in his trimmed and slender suit or school uniform... but he does wear long coats/other draping things in his dbes oufits (in the rain and yume no ato come to mind), so it's not out of character! the bright yellow on the inside and the squared sections seemed really familiar to me, and when i asked my brother he was like "isn't it like zhongli?" AND HE'S RIGHT... and it just so happens that zhongli is my favorite genshin character design, largely because of his cool coat, so argopro really did reach into my brain and made something nice for me. it also makes me think of penguins somehow.

most insane piece of this design is easily the chest harness made to look like a tie. whose fucking idea was that. it's so clever and ridiculous at the same time. most importantly it's still just as if not more yankable than his original tie, so shu will have an easier time than ever pulling reiji down to his eye level 🥰 i also like to pretend reiji has nice tits and this harness will help accentuate that if i shorten it up a little.

love the whore gloves. i used to hate these when they started showing up in a million character designs in other franchises but i understand their appeal now and i wholly approve of inflicting them upon reiji. black gloves in general really suit him, they're very cool and have an air of danger. i've also just read a tweet wondering if reiji's got black nail polish under his gloves like tadaomi and i'm super fine & normal with that thought. notably, shu and reiji are the only ones with gloves in this new set!

this is the most insane thing to be insane about but we have once again been denied the skin of reiji's left elbow. listen. we've never seen it. his sakura 3 star trained has his right elbow out. "the 3d outfit," you say. THE SLEEVES GOT ROLLED DOWN IN THE 3D OUTFIT! one time in puchi he rolled up his sleeve past the elbow.... only on the right arm. there's been a number of reiji chibi merch with tshirts but that elbow is always angled away. again and again his left elbow has never been seen in its full extent and this new outfit is the most hilarious iteration of hiding it because his right sleeve has the semi-translucent holo material, giving us screened access to his right elbow, BUT NOT HIS LEFT! regular dark opaque imprisoning fabric there. when i first noticed this phenomenon i joked he might have a scar or something that he prefers not to expose and the evidence only grows that he's hiding something there. just know that if we ever see that stupid elbow in full (and it's surely just a normal elbow) i'm going to get a little crazy on twitter for a bit

misc items:

his eyebrows have a steeper slant than they used to, especially for a fairly neutral expression! it makes him look a bit more like his support drummer, kitamura-san.

i like the coat lapels to preserve some of his suit aesthetic, and the white borders call to mind his handsome uniform blazer. so glad they're standard lapels and not notched or something, i'm not a huge fan of those

he's still got his stupid white dress shirt. good for him. it's going to get ruined but good for him

i am perplexed and very interested by the torn knee. this might be the first time we've even seen reiji's knee (do you like how i keep track of which swaths of reiji's skin we have been privy to) but i'm mostly surprised he'd wear something like that, considering he usually keeps such a refined image. guess he's loosening up a bit and embracing his cooler/rougher side!? thanks to shu i assume... :)

i'll miss his formal shoes but i think the style of these boots are a fairly good compromise in preserving his vibe while also fitting the new epsi aesthetic. they feel fantasy-like somehow. i am in fact dabbling with a medieval fantasy au so i'm glad some of the work's been done for me LOL

the holo-material bracelet on his raised hand is floating of its own accord. it must be minecraft enchanted.... the color even matches

one again reiji's terrible color palette bites him again because he looks incredibly clunky next to his more cohesively colored bandmates. it's the fact that he's got his very dark hair (compared to the rest of epsi) in a unique hue, then his cherry red eyes, then the purpleish holo material and epsi-pink accents, THEN the brightass yellow of his coattails. it's a lot of colors in one design relative to his bandmates. still questioning why he has the worst image color in argopro

there's a lot of miscellaneous detailing on his outfit that i don't really care for and were probably added just to make sure his design had the same density as the others, which is a shame since the others' designs more effortlessly include detail as part of the structure of their outfits (e.g. shu's shirt, harness, and jacket layering together) whereas reiji just has a bunch of accessories tacked on. i wonder if i can fix him

only shu and reiji have matching purplish holo material. what's up with that huh!!!!

overall: good enough! his harness, gloves, and coattails are the highlights for me. the potential of those alone make the drawbacks more negligible

ok back to band order

jacket is Cool As Fuck. great collar and overall silhouette, especially with his pose. i could do without the holo sleeve though, i wish it at least had a wide cuff. would be a nice callback to his og jacket

i want to know everything about his black top. there are clearly cuts at the shoulders but he still has sleeves. are they shoulder cutouts. are the sleeves arm warmers. are they attached to the inside of the jacket. all i can conclude is that the cuts combined with the high fitted collar and his visible collarbones is incredibly sexy. bonus points for that X-shaped thing and the belt, just to accentuate that area even more

he accessorizes yellow much better than the previous two, and the white gradients are a curious touch. gives the yellow less of the "⚠ caution" feeling of his old outfit and leans more towards it just being an eye-catching secondary color

his bottom half feels like a different design LOL. the shoes are kind of an eyesore with how much patterning and detail they have

his guitar is still so hideous and its proportions look even worse somehow. AND IT DOESN'T EVEN MATCH HIS OUTFIT

overall: ok! i think i am looking almost exclusively at his collar area down to his pick hand

CUTE. CUTE CUTE CUTE. this might be the strongest design of the bunch. everything actually matches.

bigass collar: GOOD. his jacket's sleeve situation is a mirror image of haruka's: GOOD. the green perfectly matches his bass's pickguard: GOOD. very successful jacket. again don't like the holo sleeve but i think with both him and haruka i'd like it more if they were a) the same purple holo as shu and reiji or b) just rendered differently. maybe i'll like it better in card art or something

love the wide-necked shirt, that was always his thing. i think the stripes on the lower half are odd somehow, i feel like they should be diagonal instead of horizontal... maybe it's because of it being right next to his spotted bass

his pants are an absolute success in matching his outfit and calling back to his original design

very good yellow accessorizing and i think he pulls it off best because of his pants + his green matching it very well

unfortunate shoe situation again but it's slightly less bad here. also both haruka and kanata have their instrument role + their names printed on the shoes which is funny

overall: chef's kiss. an excellent composition of his old aesthetic with new epsi

somehow manages to fit within the aesthetic perfectly fine while also looking out of place. as expected of tadaomi

all around very solid jacket! i like the holo sleeve windows; you can see where his shirt's sleeves end on his biceps. kinda cute + hot. curiously he's got more sleeve on his left arm so there's another haruka situation here

HIS PAINTED NAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his og design's rings and this design's nails do a good show of highlighting his pianist hands, especially in the absence of his instrument in the visual

the holo strip thing coming off his collar is kinda like a tie lol? so he gets that little splash of formality, or perhaps something vaguely reminiscent of his "prince" image....

i'm curious about those white belts forming a V.... where do they go.... they look nice tho

i wish his shirt was slim fitting like haruka and shu 😔😔😔

his pants and shoes are very pleasing in their detail distribution. nijos take notes

i really like the diagonal striped pattern on the cuffs of his boots; this pattern also appears on other epsi members and brings back that sort of "⚠ caution" feeling i mentioned earlier, since it's like yellow warning tape/signs/etc

it's a shame the beautiful french grey of his hair sticks out so much with epsi's unnatural color palette

very notably, tadaomi doesn't have an ounce of yellow in his outfit. which should mean something or other. probably

i'm really trying to find something to elaborate on and i think that in itself makes a point about how oddly inconspicuous his outfit is

overall: enigmatic but attractive. exactly as he should be

so that's everything for now!! i didn't say everything i could have said but i have said Enough. in the end i'm pretty pleased with these designs even though the original ones will always hold an immutable place in my heart. i hope we get to see more angles of them for drawing reference soon