and...this other chick


Sometimes the best forms of Inspiration come from those you look up to! Take a moment to inspire someone~ <3

Story: Sometimes while you are away from a sheet of paper, you think of the most amazing and awesome things to draw… But when you finally have the sheet of paper in front of you, the ideas melt away and you are left with a blank sheet of paper and broken dreams… (Aka Art Block, lol)
Sometimes it is good check out other artists’ work to re-ignite that spark for creation!

This animation post was inspired by one of my favorite Flipnote artists, @k-eke! I hope you like it! 

I’m always so inspired by your work whenever you post something new! Doing a style study of some of your latest work motivated me to create this adorable little ditty! <3

It’s not as smooth as most of your work, but It helped me see places I can improve on! I felt it was a neat fusion of your art style and my animation style ;w;

What we had…
Whatever we had, surprised us both.
It burned hotter, and went way farther than either of us had expected.
What we had was real.

What we had…
Whatever we had, was hidden in secrets and lies.
Not only did it break you and I,
But it broke her too.

What we had…
Whatever we had, didn’t last long.
Like a train coming to a quick stop,
You were there and then you were gone.
You were never mine to keep.

What we had…
Whatever we had, I think its safe to say we’ll never have it back.
But the lingering “what if” remains in our thoughts.
So well go about our lives loving other people…
But thinking of each other.

my favourite thing about Lito Rodriguez: he literally has no fucking idea what’s going on. and he doesnt even care that much. he just fucking rolls with it. *lies through his teeth on behalf of a german criminal named wolfgang. how can they understand each other? he has no fucking clue. “we had sex” he says to a man in iceland he has a telepathic connection with. who fucking cares. lets rescue this other chick we’re connected to, fuck yeah.

  • jungkook: [return at the dorm after playing bowling with yugyeom and mingyu]
  • jungkook: . . .
  • jungkook: jiminie what the fuck

Hii, this is another dirty story so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with smut.

“He’s got no fucking right to say he misses you when he doesn’t even have a clue how it feels to miss you!”
“How dare you talk about him like that! You have no fucking right to come marching in my life like that. You have no right to tell me all those things now, when I’ve waited months for you to say them. You didn’t even care enough to text me or make any move on me to clear some things up. I found out through Gemma what the hell was going on. If I remember correctly it was Nadine and Kendall back then? But oh well, you probably already ticked them off your list and found some other chick for your nightly entertainment. But you know what? It’s funny you come back to me. I’m just a normal girl, no actor or model or what the fuck you’re going for right now. I won’t let you back in, not after you broke my heart and didn’t even give two fucks when you left me standing there! I moved on and I’m happy now because my boyfriend is actually there for me and that is exactly what I need. And he’s got every right to say he misses me!”
Harry’s hands were clenched in tight fists, his jaw locked and his eyes wild with anger.
“Do you love him?”
“W-What?” she was shocked at his question, not expecting him to ask that.
“Do you love him?”
“I… That’s none of your business.”
Harry scoffed and a humorless chuckle left his lips.
“You don’t love him.”
“Even if I don’t love him, why do you care?”
He lifted his eyes from the floor to look into hers. He slowly walked over to her. She took steps backwards when he came closer, hitting the wall with her back. He was too close. The familiar smell of his cologne filled her nose and just like always it made her brain feel cloudy and her knees buckle.
His body was pressed to hers, she was able to feel everything against her. Everything she missed.
“What, hm? I know you feel it too.”
A low whine left her lips, just like music to Harry’s ears.
“I know that I still have the same effect on you.”
It was true, she still felt that strange connection. She still felt that strange force that seemed to pull her towards him like a magnet. She still felt the sexual tension.
If she was quite honest he was right. She didn’t love her boyfriend and hell, she didn’t miss him. She missed Harry. Even after all these months she missed him.
But she wouldn’t give him the ability to hurt her again. Not this time.
“Tell me, babe. Is he better than I was?”
Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes getting wide. When he didn’t get a response he chuckled.
“Thought so.”
He lifted her right leg, wrapping it around his hips. The movement made his very prominent bulge rub right against the place that was aching for some attention.
“Does he fuck you like I did?”
Again he didn’t get a response, only a gasp. He rolled his hips against hers, creating delicious friction against her center.
It wasn’t fair. Y/N was sexually completely frustrated because her boyfriend just wasn’t good in bed and here was this man, pressed against her, that she knew was a absolute sex god.
She remembered the nights they had, where they spent hours beneath the sheets. Those nights where Harry fucked her brains out. Those nights where he made her come again and again and…again.
“No.” she finally whispered, so quietly Harry almost didn’t catch it.
“No?” he mocked her.
She shook her head. Harry smirked at her, that fucking cocky smirk. He was an asshole and Y/N knew that but she didn’t care about that right now. She needed him to fuck her.
“Do you miss it, baby? Miss my big cock inside of that tight little cunt? I sure as hell miss being inside you.” he groaned into her neck, pressing wet kisses on her skin.
Her head was thrown back, against the wall with her back arched into Harry’s chest. He was holding onto her waist with one arm and his other hand was on her ass, making sure she wasn’t able to move away from him.
“What? What do you want?”
He rolled his hips against hers again, the way her leg was wrapped around him giving him perfect access to her clothed center.
“C'mon, baby. Tell me.”
She fisted his shirt in her hands, trying to get a grip of herself. She had a boyfriend. She wasn’t allowed to have sex with somebody else.
But this was Harry…
“I want you.” she whispered.
“Yeah? Want me inside of you? Even though you’ve got a boyfriend now?”
“Fuck, yes.” she moaned out and this time it was her who rolled her hips against his.
He smirked against her skin and pulled back, both of them stripping off of their clothes until they were completely bare in front of each other.
Her hungry eyes wandered over his naked form, the way the black ink stood out on his skin and his muscles grazed his whole body made the wetness between her thighs increase. His dick was already standing big and proud to his full potential, the tip pinker than the rest and leaking a bit of precum that made it look slick.
He was roaming her body with his eyes in the same way, fascinated by her boobs and the way her nipples were pink and stood erect. The way her clean shaven pussy looked made his dick twitch a bit, desperately wanting to get inside of her.
He pinned her against the wall again when he couldn’t take it anymore, hissing when the tip of his cock touched her thigh. Her back hit the wall with a quiet thud, a grunt leaving her lips at the force of his body against hers.
His hands were gripping onto hers, holding them over her head. His chest pressing against hers in order to feel her skin on his.
“So you missed this cock, princess? Always knew you’re a little slut for my cock.”
“Yes.” she whined, impatient for him to start already.
“He’s been fucking you?”
She closed her eyes with frustration, nodding briefly.
“You had another cock in this pretty pussy?”
She opened her eyes again to look at him and he clicked his tongue dismissively.
“Did that cock made your pussy come?”
“No.” she sighed.
“No? What a shame. Your pussy deserves to come. Always.”
“Then do it. Make that pussy come.”
“You think I should? I don’t know, princess. It’s not mine to fuck anymore, is it?”
“It is. Fuck, it is. S'always been yours to fuck. Always been your pussy.”
“My pussy?” he groaned at her words.
“Only your pussy.”
He spun her around immediately, making her hit the was with her front. With one hand still holding onto hers above her head, he spread her legs with his own legs and slapped her ass with his free hand. She yelped at the sting, not enough time to recover before his hand came down on her flesh again. She never admitted it but she loved it when he spanked her, he knew it anyway.
When he was satisfied with the pink color of her cheek he pressed his body against hers, his dick slipping between her cheeks and smearing the precum across her skin. She moaned when she felt his dick against her, the feeling of his naked self against her making her feel dizzy.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby girl. Make you feel so good you’ll never want to fuck anyone but me.”
“Please.” she pleaded, her voice shaky.
He pulled back just a bit so he could grab ahold of his shaft and aline it with her entrance, pushing in immediately with how wet she was.
A breathless moan left her lips when he was deep inside of her, the fact that she was able to feel every vein and ridge of him making her bite her lip.
He pressed his whole body against hers again, his hips right against her ass and his chest against her back.
Her whole body was being pressed against the wall, her head turned to the side with her cheek against the cold surface of the white wall.
He never told her but he loved trapping her against a wall while fucking her, it was something about the way she wasn’t able to move that made him harder than ever.
His hands let go of hers by now, not needing to grip onto them anymore because she was pressing them against the wall herself.
He supported himself with his hands on her hips when he started to pull out only to snap his hips against hers again with a laud smack that echoed around the room.
“Such a naughty girl for me. Letting me fuck you even though you’re taken.” he grunted into her shoulder, his hot breath creating goosebumps.
He was moving inside of her with a fast pace, his body creating a filthy sound every time it hit hers. The tip of his dick was rubbing right against that spot inside of her, that spot that made her see stars and her legs shake.
He knew just how her face looked right now, remembered that expression from the countless nights they shared. He knew her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, only white visible. He knew her mouth was opened. He knew she was completely blissed out.
He moved his hands from on her hips to her front, wrapping his arms around her and his fingers reaching in between her legs to where they were connected to rub against her clit.
“Ohh, Harry!”
She was losing control, he felt it. He made her do that every time, always making her loose her senses with how good he fucked her.
“Yeah? Feels good, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He pulled her tightly towards him with his hold around her, pulling her away from the wall a bit so she was only able to brace herself with her hands against it.
Her ass was already turning a deeper shade of pink with the way Harry’s thighs and hips smacked against it constantly. The flesh was wiggling with the force of every thrust.
She was close already, that feeling in the pit of her stomach getting more intense. Her moans getting louder, almost turning into high pitched screams.
“You’re gonna come for me, princess?” Harry asked through his own groans.
“Good girl. Make me feel how good that pussy can come.”
Her scream was ear piercing, echoing around the room. Her pussy squeezed Harry’s cock, clenching around it. He fucked her through it, deep and hard snaps of his hips that made him reach all the perfect places. His circles on her clit made her orgasm even more intense, prolonging it.
“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” he praised her.
“What, love? What do you want?”
“I want you to come. Come inside my pussy.”
“You want it?” he groaned.
“Yes, please. Fill me up.”
He sped his movements up again, chasing his own orgasm. She reached behind herself to stroke his balls, making him come within seconds with a loud groan. His cum coated her walls, thick and hot ropes spurting deep inside of her.
“Fuck, yes.” she sighed.
He pulled out of her when he finished completely, looking down immediately to catch the sight of his release dripping out of her. She caught it before it could drop to the floor, turning around and showing Harry how she wrapped her lips around her fingers and sucked his cum off them.
“Fuck, baby. Also missed my cum?”
“Yes.” she whined.
The next thing she heard made her stop dead in her tracks, the front door.
“Babe, I’m home!” he shouted from downstairs.
A gasp left her lips and her mouth opened in shock. Harry had the same expression on his face, the shock written clear on his features.
“Fuck. Get dressed.” she demanded.
They both ran around the room, trying to find their clothes but it was too late when he came through the door and both of them were only in their underwear.
“What the fuck?!” he yelled.
“Babe, please. I can explain this.”
“I don’t think you have to explain anything. I know what happened here. Never thought you would be like this. Never thought you would fuck another bloke in our bedroom like a slut.”
Her eyes narrowed at his words, one eyebrow cocking up.
“First of all this is not ‘our bedroom’, it’s mine. Second of all Harry is no bloke, he actually knows how to handle a woman’s body. And yeah maybe I’m a slut but you know what? I love to be a slut for someone who makes me feel like he does. Now leave.”
It looked like he wanted to say something else but he closed his mouth and only looked between Y/N and Harry. He shook his head and left the room, running down the stairs and slamming the door shut.
“Wow. I’m impressed.”
Y/N turned her head to look at him, both of them starting to laugh after a moment.
“Idiot.” she shook her head.
“I agree.” he nodded.
“Does that mean we can have sex whenever we want to again?” Harry asked after a few seconds of silence.
She shot him a playful glare, throwing her shirt at him.
“Maybe he’s right, you’re a bloke.”