Another big thank you shout out. I wouldn’t have gotten past part 1 without so much awesome response. I’m having a lot of fun painting these :) It should be noted that the painting is a recreation of one I found online, I think it’s called Paris through new eyes, but I had a hard time finding much on it. I just liked it and did a rough color replica. I feel it deserves proper recognition.
I did a style challenge! I drew Hercules Mulligan from Hamilton as my character of basis ah
I would like to say that I copied these artists’ styles as an exercise and in no way take credit for developing these styles or owning them or calling them mine or anything. I only claim that I was the one to draw each of these pieces- not that the ideas and styles I based them on were mine.
I had quite a bit of fun with this, and it really helped me learn a lot!
the first one is my style, even though my style changes all the time fhdskjafd
@crashandburrnart is the second one, and I love !?!? their style so much!?!? its so unique and beautiful and im emo the colors are always so well done and I love the trademark over-the-eyes
@terror-in-the-dream is the third one, and just golly im literally so gay for this style?? YOu have such a good grasp of colors and it was an honor to try and just replicate it fhghjgzy
@raythrill is the fourth one, and this was probably the most challenging style for me to replicate. Your art looks so good despite the fact that it seems you don’t use guidelines and I”m just like,,? HOW
@halpdevon is the fifth one, you are such a doll and your art is incredible and jeez im just gay for you in general , stay beautiful and hydrated love
@spibbles is the sixth one, HI YES I LOVEyou r art you’re so talented and you get a lot of shit here on tumblr and no we’ve never met before but you’re such an inspiration to me and I love your art and I love your animatics and I hope that you stay healthy and that you are happy in life and - anyways herc is so cute in your style but your style is cute in general so
@eightmonkeys is the final seventh piece. I love your art so much, it’s so flowing and like,, you have a really good grasp of shapes and I love the way you draw freckles and I love the way you can maintain consistency and ALSO HIT ME up about Daveed Diggs and clipping. cause I love talking about. that. and nobody else seems to like it rip me
Hey, @that-one-ninja-fan!! I’m your Secret Santa! I hope you don’t mind a surprise reveal! It’s a little off topic, so sorry about that.
I summoned the color palette of @terriblenerd and did my best to make a magical shoujo light show with one very “Oopsie doodles!” TIkki. I’m really pleased with this! I pushed myself in an entirely different coloring direction, and I think it paid off.
I hope your holidays are treating you super well, you super sweetheart! It was a pleasure to draw for you!
♪ like brother to brother, we’re all for each other ! ♫
a collaboration piece between me and @eyefocusing~ they did the original drawing, and i did lines and color! i had a ton of fun with it, their art is SOOO cute and i love this concept so much!! we hope you enjoy it too! ♡
💚🐱🌻 three things i love most in life: nice boys, cats, and flowers
i can’t understate my excitement over the idea of getting more Free! this year! Tachibana Makoto is one of those earnest, thoughtful, good-boy types that just melt my heart like butter! *SWOON*
despite not doing anything new with composition, like i had been hoping to do this week, i did spend a long time on this and tried some new things with adjusted line weights and more subtle color gradients. hope you all enjoy it!
(maybe i’ll do the other boys too some time! (O wO) <3)
In spite of everything I love
Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to
make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or
explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it
does not work like that. Second, she’s
not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD
and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she
relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb
blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11”
of pure muscle and is not top heavy)
If you want a good Harley
backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of
it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s
disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a
patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten
years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but
sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually
focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the
meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs
to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and
getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now
there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find
worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long
as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t
internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She
actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad
studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look
like self-harm or is well covered up.
When Arkham accepts her, fresh
from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see
is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves,
self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s
when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone
else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed
girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than
herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even
bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are
amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary
but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is
showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and
gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the
professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really
like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how
to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for
other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting
better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline
park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out
over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored
downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly
she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru.
The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending
to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.
After her weekend of freedom she
would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The
relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is
disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic
attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice
about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor
Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new
clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous,
cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like
a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it.
She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She
almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it
when he likes things.
It’s wrong and unprofessional,
the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been
so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows
how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she
needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small
things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland
slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her
happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and
hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love
him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to
protect and nurture something so important to him.
When the choice comes between
her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the
spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question.
She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let
herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn
and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still
living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous
clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a
Another commission done ! I had so much fun to work on this one ! Especially since Monochrome’s color scheme is SO PRETTY ! I especially enjoyed to draw the scarf over his head and the shoes. I hope you like it !
“You look good Jughead, stop fidgeting.” Kevin adjusted the jacket the dark haired boy filled out perfectly,both of the young men looked dashing. Kevin had created both of these outfits in the span of 2 hours and it was some of his finest work.
Jughead had always been uncomfortable in extravagant clothing but he assumed wearing his builders clothes wouldn’t go over too well at the palace, Kevin was nearly drooling so he figured it would do for the night.
Veronica approached the pair in an incredibly tight dark purple dress stretched across her corset and flared out dramatically, Josie wore a similar dress in a burnt orange.
“You both look lovely as always.” Kevin grabbed Josie’s hand and began walking, leaving Veronica to Jughead who rolled his eyes and took her hand into the crook of his arm
“Nice choice of color Lady Veronica.” He grinned lazily.
“Well, rumor has it Prince Archie will be in attendance tonight and Purple Is the most regal of all the colors.” She tugged him excitedly to the palace as he rolled his eyes and smirked.
The four friends stood in line outside the double doors leading to the ball
“There’s word of a huge announcement taking place at this very ball, imagine, we’ll be the first too know.” Josie swooned, her eyes lighting up at the thought of gossip.
They approached the front of the line and spoke there names, quickly being ushered in and lead to the front of the ballroom. Jughead was overwhelmed, he had never been around so much… money. The crystals and lights and gowns and food.. it was so.. excessive, but as was the life of royalty he supposed. Veronica was nearly keeling over in excitement her eyes scanning the crowd.
“There he is!” She whispered, digging her nails into Jugheads arm. He drew his eyes over to the food and saw the red headed prince stuffing his face as another redhead in a tight red gown spoke to him.
“He appears to be preoccupied.” He smiled playfully at his friend.
“Never the less, I feel famished shall we get food.”
Jughead never got the chance to answer as the raven haired girl pulled him away determined.
They stood beside the young prince as Jughead eyed the food desperately, everything looked delicious and his mouth was practically watering".
“You should try the roast.” Jughead heard from beside him, he turned to see Prince Archie staring at him “and just wait until they they bring out the desserts.” He held out his hand
“I know a good man when I see one, you’re appreciation for food does not go unnoticed, my name is Archie, very pleased to meet you.”
“Jughead Jones.” He shook his Hand and felt a shove at his back.
“And this is Lady Veronica, my friend”
There was a shift in the atmosphere when the young prince set his eyes on the dark haired Beauty.
“Your majesty.” She curtsied, and he brought her knuckles to his lips kissing gently
“The pleasure is mine.”
Suddenly the room went quiet and Kevin appeared beside him
Jughead followed everyone’s eyes and nearly dropped to the floor.
Princess Elizabeth had made her entrance.
She was poised at the top of the stairs, the very definition of a fairy princess.
Long layers of soft pink and purple fabric billowed at her feet, light lavender and lace covered her top, slightly revealing but tastefully so, her long silky honey blonde hair was pulled up loosely, half of her curls were pinned back by her crown, her bright green eyes seemed to shine dangerously as she pouted her pillow soft lips. She moved with grace as she descended the stairs, occasionally stopping to greet royals who were in awe of her beauty.
“That is a future queen if I’ve ever seen one.” Veronica admired, her eyes glazed over slightly, it seemed everyone was struck by the mere presence of the princess.
Jughead was speechless and Kevin grinned
“She sure is something wonderful.”
Jughead nodded slowly
“Don’t look now but it appears the object of your affection is coming this way.” Josie whispered into his ear.
Betty stood before them
“Hello my new friends, I am so happy you could make it. I see you’ve met Archie and … princess Cheryl.” She nodded towards the two redheads
“Quite the dress you have on Princess Elizabeth, the color scheme is.. fun. You’ve always had a flare for immature colors.” Princess Cheryl took part in ruling over the central land, it was quite a distance from Riverdale but she found herself in the small land more often than not.
“Yes of course, I do love lavender. Unfortunately all of us can pull of Harlet red. You do a fantastic job of that yourself.” Betty’s sugar sweet smile was much different then her real one and Archie snorted audibly as Jughead bit back a grin at the princesses sass.
“Yes a Hartlet indeed, although it appears I’m too be married soon while you are still on your own, aren’t you a bit too old your majesty.” She growled.
Betty moved closer towards her
“Congratulations on your up coming nuptials princess, I always knew you and your brother would make it official.” Her smirk was wicked and Cheryl turned on her heel, moving away quickly.
Betty giggled behind her hand again, turning to Veronica
“Incest is so very last century.”
Veronica laughed and gripped the princesses hand. A friendship was being forged quite quickly between those two. Suddenly she was being ushered away without a word.
Queen Grundy was standing now beside Betty.
“My subjects, I’ve something of utmost importance to announce.”
There was a moment of silence before she finished
“Princess Elizabeth has so graciously agreed to merge our kingdoms, Pembrooke and Riverdale will now be one. I have chosen to step down and live out the rest of my life in comfort, I am very ill and cannot continue to rule to my best abilities. She will sworn in at the end of this month. It is my greatest pleasure to introduce you to your soon to be queen Princess Elizabeth Cooper.”
There was a roar of applause and cheers, Jugheads eyes met Betty’s and she smiled softly, she was trying to tell him something but he couldn’t understand not amongst all of the chaos.
As things settled Jughead finished his meal and stood beside his friends, when suddenly a soft small hand was placed on his forearm, he turned to find Betty holding her hand out
“Will you dance with Jughead Jones?” She asked.
He swept her in his arms instantly
“M'lady, I should have asked you, I apologize.”
She waved a hand
“Oh no please, I find comfort in your eyes, your arms feel like home. Surely I shouldn’t feel this way? For we’ve only just met.”
He nodded, pressing her against his body
“I find I feel the same. We can never be, a queen mustn’t even be in the arms of a simple builder, I cannot give you what you need, I cannot even provide for you. It is a tragedy of the ages.”
She pulled away slowly
“Times are changing, I shall choose who it is I love. I aim to make this kingdom better, you can help me, together we can fix this kingdom.”
He pressed her tighter against him
“A fantasy, a beautiful dream.” He whispered against her ear, stroking her hair.
“I dream In color, I dream of you.” She whispered back, staring into his eyes, the world had disappeared even just for a moment.
Request: Smutty smut smut In which harry and Y/N have a bet to see who can get the other off faster with oral and whomever looses has to wear that persons favorite team colors for the game that's night. (Packers vs Seahawks or Jets)
I had so much fun writing this!
Thank you for the request, lovely! Hope you like this one!
#16: You bet**
Y/N sits in her study room, legs propped up on the table,
figure slumped on the leather chair, and her laptop resting on her lap as she
went through her mails. The idea of work from home worked just apt for her;
apart from the comfort and relaxation to her, it also brought Harry a
consolation of always having her with him, wherever he goes, whichever part of
the world he rests in. Anyhow, it was no casual work; Y/N put her heart and
soul into the works assigned to her, and as a result her pay was always on the
line of increase and promotions always seeked her way. In all, she was on the
line of great prosperity, along with her love life hand in hand.
“Y/N!” She hears him a moment before he barges into the
room, panting. “Y/N!”
“Yeah?” She looks up from her laptop, giving a bored look.
“Y/N.” He says again, stepping inside the room, and walking
round to her side. “Are you through with your work?”
“Yeah, just one mo-“
“Okay, good.” He shuts the laptop with a thud, Y/N eyes
widening as she gives him a look, and she barely has time to protest, when
suddenly, he’s picked her off of the chair, tucking his arm under knee and
other under her back, lifting her in the air.
“Harry, what the-“ Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, as
he walks out of the room, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Harry,
stop! What’re you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He tells her, monotone in his voice, as he
stands before their bedroom door. He opens the door in haste, almost tripping
on his feet, and somehow, stumbles towards the bed, throwing her on top of the
“Harry!” Y/N scolds, rubbing her behind in agony, as she
gives him a look.
Harry looks down at her, staring intensely to make her knees
feel weak and her anger rush out of her mind.
“Okay, let’s do it.” He takes off his shirt in one quick
motion; Y/N barely has time to admire his sexy tattoos and the little tummy
he’s acquired, before he’s lied on top of her, pressing down on her body with
his, lips curling in a kiss on her jaw.
She smiles as he leans up to kiss her lips. His hands wander
down her body, pulling her tunic up her till he has his hands touching her
“Ah.” Y/N moans into his mouth; he breaks away, kissing down
her jaw. “Someone’s in quite a mood today.” She chuckles.
“Hmm.” Harry hums against her chest, opening his mouth
against her covered breasts, and she is arching her back to get closer to him.
“I’m in mood.” He continues his trail, kissing over her stomach; sitting up to
pull her tunic over her head. Their lips press again, and he says in her mouth.
“Mood for some football without any disruption.”
Y/N eyes shoot upon, she absorbs his words. “What?” She
lifts her head off the mattress to look at him.
Harry looks up from kissing her valley between her breasts.
“Yeah, the football match between the mighty Packers and the Seahawks.” He says
to her, grinning.
Y/N sits up, pushing him to do along. “So, why aren’t you
going and watchin’ it?”
“Because the match’s in the evening, and I need no, NO,
distractions or disturbance while I’m watching; so you have me right now –
finish off with your fetishes and kinky fuckeries now, so that I’m relieved for
Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Why are you like this?”
“The match is bloody important, Y/N! I cannot-CANNOT miss
any second of it!” He says, eyes widening dramatically.
Y/N looks away from him, not impressed. Harry sighs, tugging
her shoulders so she lies back down. “C’mon, let’s get over with it, it’s not
like you take too much time to get off anyway..”
“Excuse me?!” She
booms at him, mouth agape, eyes widened, utterly offended. Harry snickers at
“What?” He smiles. “I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, Mister Harry Fucking Styles.” Y/N stands on her
knees, getting taller than his sitting figure, as she leans towards him with a
finger poking his chest. “You should pretty much write this down, but I have
the most holding back power, okay?!”
“You’re telling me?” Harry counters, musing at her childlike
demeanor. “I, who has discovered your body like you yourself haven’t, and know
you like the back of my hand – you dare to challenge my intellect?” He gets up
on his knees, towering her.
“But it’s my damn body! I know it better than anyone else
does!” She states, tightening her arms at her sides, and she puffs her chest,
Harry laughs out loud, throwing his head back, and Y/N’s
looking at him, absolutely anguished. She crosses her arm over her chest,
looking away, pouting. A thought strikes her, and she looks back, smirking to
“If we are really doing this, then let’s just talk about how
easily you wet yourself even when I dry hump you!”
Harry’s laugh ceases; he looks down at her, eyebrows crooked
up. “That’s because I let myself do so!”
“Oh, shud up!” Y/N drawls, tittering.
Harry shakes his head, leaning in closer to her. “I am a
control freak, I can control myself real bad.” He states it to her.
“Oh, but, baby.” Y/N hold his chest muscles in her hands, looking
him in the eyes. “I know your body like
the back of my hand, and you ain’t got no control over your horny self!”
She mocks him.
Harry fumes; clutching her wrists, he pins her down on the
bed; Y/N wrestling from underneath him, stopping him from nearing close.
“Do you intend to challenge me, Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He rasps out.
Y/N chuckles, intertwining their fingers to get a better
grip at the wrestle. “Oh, I don’t fight losers!”
“Loser you!” He ducks down quick, overpowering her; his lips
meet at her neck, and Y/N gasps, pushing him with all her might, and succeeding
in bringing him underneath her.
“We’ll see about that, Styles!” She says, pinning his hands
down on his sides, panting from the exertion. Harry leans forward from the
mattress, to her, chattering his teeth as in to bite her, and she flinches,
squealing, away from him.
“Let’s do it, then.” Harry pants. “Let me give you a good
taste of defeat, aye?”
“Alright, you’re done, baby.” Y/N gets off of him, standing
off the bed, hands on her hips. “The one who loses wears the opposite teams
color for the whole match.”
Harry sits up, surprised. “So, you don’t support the
Packers?!” He panics.
“You’re on their side so I have to oppose you.” Y/N shrugs.
“Oh, dear.” Harry gasps, rubbing his hands over the length
of his face. “Y/N, I have to say this, but I think we’ll have to reconsider our
“Harry, it’s just for the bet!” Y/N gives him an ambushed
look. “C’mon, now, get ready. I’m getting the stopwatch - I am counting on
“Oh, you’re on, baby!”
So, it begins.
The room is eerily quiet; Y/N lies on the bed, naked, her
phone in her hand as she scrolls through her feed, waiting for Harry to show up
from the bathroom.
A moment later, the bathroom lock clicks, Harry walks out,
dressed in just his boxers, hair damp with water dripping on his shoulders. Y/N
puts her phone away on the side table, folding her legs close to her chest as
she watches him come close to her.
A hot, bothering gasp leaves her lips as she eyes him,
walking up to her in an absolute seductive, dominant manner, and she’s squeezing
her legs, feeling her strength falter.
“No talking.” She tells him, as he sits down before him, on
the bed. She points out her weakness; it completely has her pooling if he
starts to urge her, talk to her while getting down. His silky voice, wrapped
with raspy touch he adds, makes it absolutely inevitable to not lose control.
“My turn, my rules.” He says, smirking at her. He sits in a
crawling position, eyeing her bent knees, and then meets her eyes. Slowly, with
his hands, he holds her knees, parting them, till he has enough space to fit in
Y/N’s breathing shakes, she covers her mouth with her hand
to hide the fact.
Harry bites his lip. “Seems you’d be falling apart even
before I touch you.”
Y/N’s eyes narrow, and she keeps quiet.
Harry leans forward, till his stomach is pressed against her
crotch, and his face digs into her breast. “C’mon, talk to me, kitten. You know
I love it when you do.” He muses, dipping his head over her left breast,
brushing his lips over the supple nipple; Y/N feeling the reeling effect down
to her core.
“Kitten?” She tries to distract her mind by talking. “That’s
out of syllabus, Harry.”
Harry looks up, smiling wickedly. “Surprise, surprise.”
Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Her body leans onto the
headboard, as Harry goes down on her, kissing the way down to her thighs.
“It’s a torture.” He begins, kissing her stomach. “Going
this slow on you, I know how much you like it when I’m..rough.” He blows over
the skin of her torso, dipping low to kiss her navel with a loud smacking sound.
Y/N whimpers loud, her hands tightening around the sheets
under her, her eyes falling shut.
Harry sits up, rubbing circles on her knees to only slide
his hands down, cupping her thighs in them.
He kisses her inner thighs, his breath brushing past her
clit now and then, giving her shudders through her body.
“Soft, so soft.” Harry coos, sucking on her skin.
“Harry.” Y/N grunts.
“Mhm?” Harry looks up. “Coming already, are you?”
“No.” Y/N snorts. “The stopwatch, I didn’t start it.”
Harry gives her an accusing look, before leaning forward to
get the stopwatch in his hands, setting it down after doing the necessary.
“Good that I got you aroused before.” He says, as he fits
himself back in between her legs.
“Not really.” She teases, shrugging her shoulder casually.
This has Harry bubbling with rage, and he lifts her side,
slapping down on her behind. She groans, chuckling at his behavior.
“You bad girl, bad, bad, girl.” He shakes his head, slapping
hard again. “How does that feel? Does it tickle your core, kitten? Does it give
you an electric buzz? Hm?”
Y/N tightens her lips, reluctant to spill out the moan
captivated in her mouth.
Harry’s grip around her thighs tighten, and bringing them
close, he suddenly spreads them apart with a jerk, having her gasp loud at the
suddenness occur at the stretch. He starts to kiss her from the chest again,
playing around with her nipple before tugging them with his teeth, causing her
Trailing down, he’s right below her stomach, his lips
hovering for too long, before he duck down to suck at the skin. Y/N’s hands
clutch at the sheets tighter, his scruff above his lips tickling her skin
uneven, and she’s having a bad urge to touch herself down there.
His breath then feels over her core, warm and contrasting to
the chill caused to it from being exposed.
He bops his nose over her entrance, leaving a few pecks
right on spot but going no deeper, and he pulls away.
An unintentional grunt escapes her, she opens her eyes to
look at him eyeing her down. The desperation builds in the pits of her gut, and
she’s forced to open her mouth.
“Harry, you’re running out of time.”
His eyes twinkle hearing her say so. “Ah, so Kitten’s giving
in, is she now?” He muses.” It doesn’t seem so hard anymore.”
He leans back down between her, gliding his lips teasingly
over her thighs. “Tell me, kitten, d’ya want me now? Here, right here?” His
fingers touch her entrance, brushing past the skin, making her arch her back,
and bite down on her lip in suppression.
“Mhm.” She hums.
Harry ducks low, finally attaching his mouth onto her
entrance the way she likes, and a moan escapes her lips in approval.
“Let me see you come, kitten. Give it to me, baby, give me
your taste..” Harry moans into her, slipping his tongue past her walls, and
furiously flicking it against her core.
“Ah, Harry.” The pain builds in her gut; her hands sliding
into his hair, clutching hard to ease her tension. She can’t be coming now; it’s
way too early.
Her breathing accelerates, she is pulling herself from the
feeling; tensed and sweaty, her groans seem to not cease anymore.
“Come for me, baby, come for me.” Harry urges, his hot
breath fanning deep into her, and accentuating the already build up feeling
Harry takes her skin in his mouth, sucking down. This makes
her thrust herself down onto his mouth, wanting his lips just everywhere on
her. Harry’s hands wrap around her thighs, digging his fingernails into her
supple skin, as he leaves open mouthed kisses on her, separating her walls with
his tongue then and now to lick her off within.
“Baby, I need you.” He begs, looking up at her. She has
tears at the corner of her eyes, her mouth is open. Her face pumps Harry; she
can’t do it anymore – he assures himself. “Kitten, come for me, I need you, I
wanna-“ He kisses her again down, breathing hard against her core. “I wanna
taste you, you sweet, sweet, baby. Give it to me, gimme yourself. C’mon,
A shudder goes down her body; and she’s had it. Tears don’t
stop anymore, her hands tighten at his roots as his mouth attaches back on her,
and his tongue doesn’t care for being gentle.
She reaches her climax, screaming his name, as the feeling
of holding back now feels fatal. Her hands leave his hair; they come up,
covering her eyes, as she realizes her defeat. Harry chuckles, as he wipes her
clean, flicking his tongue on everywhere to have her sweet flavor reside in his
He sits up, reaching for the stopwatch, and he points it to
her, laughing. “Two minutes fifty eight seconds, babe.”
Y/N groans against her hands. Harry leans forward to her,
trying to pull her hands away, but she, like a grumpy child, keeps them intact.
“Look at you.” He laughs, hands wrapped around her wrists. “Acting
like a little kid. It’s not about winning or losing, Y/N, but I have a strong feeling
that I’ll win.” Her hands flies, slapping his shoulder. He ducks, pulling away
her hands with force, to find her face red in anger.
His laugh has no control. “Sweetheart.” He muses, reaching
forward to kiss her, but she pulls away, pouting her lips.
This has him laughing even more. “C’mon, you.”
“It’s all the fault of you calling me kitten!” She finally
speaks, but all angry.
Harry coos. “It’s such a sweet name, who knew it would get
you all weak.” He chuckles.
Y/N eyes narrow. “Oh, I still have my turn left. It’s not
game over, yet!”
“First, gimme a kiss, please.” She leans up from the
mattress, puckering her lips to give a quick peck, but realizing his mouth
taste so good, she goes for another kiss, and ends up letting him take control.
She sits up on his hips, fingers brushing against the
hemline of his boxer briefs.
“I could totally get you off by just dry humping.” She
challenges, biting her lip.
Harry sets the stop watch, musing.” We haven’t got much
Y/N rolls her eyes, chuckling sarcastically. “Ah-ha, baby.
You’d be coming with just a flick of my ass over your pants.”
Harry gives her an amused smirk. “Ready, set, go!”
Y/N’s lips duck to his neck, pressing her lips against his
sweet spot, kissing on while her hands palm him through his briefs. Her lips
trail down, kissing his nipples, then the smaller ones, having him leave a
She kisses down his stomach, on his moth tattoo, giving a
delicious moan as her lips press down. Harry’s figure shudders – her guess
totally correct at his weakness: her making sounds.
Trailing down, she kisses him over his navel, giving a smacking
sound, that has his breathing deepening in anticipation. Her come over the
bulge in between his legs, kissing down while she looks up at him through her
eyelashes. Their eyes meet, and Harry’s quick to look away, biting his lip.
Smirking, she reaches for the hemline of his boxers, dragging
them down his legs. His member comes springing out into her hand, and she
clutches it tight, looking up at him as she rises in a sitting position.
“Mine.” She says, moving towards him; their lips meet in a
quick kiss. “Only mine.” She kisses him again, getting their chest to touch;
her nipples against his warm skin, and she leaves a throaty moan into his
mouth, his groan following simultaneously.
His face turns somber, tension etched clearly in the clouds
before his eyes – all signs of amusement vanished in just a few moments. Y/N’s
hands pumps him, slowly and achingly, giving him a hard time breathing.
“Baby, don’t stop.” Harry says in a fragile tone, his eyes
“I won’t.” Y/N moans, kissing his mouth softly. She sits on
his one thigh, rubbing herself against his hairy skin.
She looks down at her hand, pumping his hard, swollen self,
and an inevitable moan escapes her lips, body rocking faster against his thigh.
She bends down slowly, bumping her nose against his tip, and
he gasps, searching down in anticipation. She brushes her lips, sliding her
body down to rest in between his legs. Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her, as
he waits to let her take him in his mouth.
“Turn over.” She looks up at him.
“Turn. Over” She says again, eyes boring into his.
“You mean, you’re gonna-“
“Mm-hmm.” She nods innocently, Harry’s eyes’s widening.
He does as she says, lying flat on his stomach. Her lips
come over his back, kissing along the length of his spin, stopping just above
his spine. A moan leaves his lip, fidgeting slightly as he waits for her.
Her hands clutch his bare behind, kneading in her petite
hands. Harry feels a shudder, his breath accelerating.
“Such a pretty ass.” She muses, leaning down to kiss over
“You’ve never done this.” Harry stutters.
Urging his hips to buck up, she gets him to kneel with his
behind to her. Harry’s body seems shivering, completely losing senses, as Y/N’s
hand spread his cheeks apart, running a slick finger against the line.
Harry’s hips buck, his teeth chattering in longing. Y/N’s
lips replace her finger, leaving a small peck, and that has Harry groaning like
a wild animal. He is breathing through his mouth, as her lips press onto his
more, kissing him repeatedly, before her tongue gives a poke.
Harry jumps in his place, Y/N’s tongue doing a flick on him,
and he is crying out, reaching his hands behind to clutch her head. Y/N lets
out a moan as his hand reach her hair, the moan vibrating in through his body,
sending a line of cusses and moans leave his mouth.
Pulling away, Y/N turns him back over to her. Harry sits up,
his face red, sweat and breathing absolutely out of control.
She takes no time, bending down to reach his hard erection,
and takes him in her mouth, moaning when he fills her to her throat. She pumps
the rest of him, fondling his balls in her hand, as she bobs her head against
him. The intensity of all of the activities has Harry’s mind driving out of
control, he clutches her hair in his hand, and throws his head back, living in
He feels the pressure intensify within him, but he remembers
to pull back, albeit the torture he feels in doing so.
Y/N’s cheeks hollow around him, her moans loud and shaking,
leaving him with redness spreading all over his stomach and chest from the
exertion of holding back. She bobs faster, pulling him completely out of her
mouth, kissing and petting his tip, before taking him in again, leaving him
absolutely pleasured with the contrasting change of temperature.
His toes curl as her warm mouth covers him, and it’s before
he can comprehend that he twitches and come into her mouth, groaning.
She pulls away, reaching him. His fingers cup her chin,
wiping off the dripping juice over it. They look into one another’s eyes, and
suddenly, they are kissing each other, escalating the process as Harry has her
pinned against the mattress, his member in his hand, resting right at her
He thrusts into her, not pulling away from the kiss, as his
hips buck and thrust into her hips. They are moving together, in sync; Harry
gets control, pulling away from the kiss to love her neck. Their arms wrap
around each other, pressing one another’s body close till there wasn’t even air
to pass through, as he rocks above her, thrusting in hard and fast.
Their groans sound deep, husky and loud; they’re in absolute
lack of control, and for the second time, Y/N finds herself falling apart in
his arms, lips together, feeling him deeply around her clenching walls.
They pause, breathing hard against each other, taking time
to get over the euphoria of all of the moments. It is while later that Y/N
“Harry!” She calls, him, shaking his slumped body over her. “The
stopwatch, it’s still running!”
Harry gets up slowly, limbs aching, back aching, as he
reaches over to the stopwatch, smiling in victory.
“Ha-ha. Four minutes fifty five seconds.” He shows it to
Y/N sits up, annoyed. “But, we need the time after you came,
not after everything!”
“Whatever!” Harry does his victory dance. “I know I won.”
“No, we don’t have the clear results!” Y/N protests.
“Oh, shud up!” He drawls. “Every loser says that.”
“No!” She whines. “It’s a tie!”
Harry only laughs, teasing her.
“Wait!” Realization comes over her. “If I subtract the time
it took me to get off to the total time of what we did, it comes out to be….two
minutes seven seconds!” Her eyes widen, she’s genuinely delighted.
“What?” Harry looks at her, confused.
“It’s Maths, Styles! And I won!” Y/N does her happy dance.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Harry counters, shaking his head. “Let’s
just make it a tie.”
“Yes! Because you of course came early this time. We can’t
consider the previous time.” He explains.
Y/N’s eyes roll up in thought. She sighs, groaning. Harry
laughs at her. “So, it’s a tie!” He says. “C’mon, now, let’s get dressed.”
“But, you’re cheating, Harry. I clearly won!”
“Shut your mouth or I’d be making you come the third time.”
Harry slumps, looking down at the Seahawks color shirt he’s
wearing. His arms cross over his chest, the television ahead of him turned on,
waiting for the match to begin. He makes a face, staring at the screen with a
The door to the room then opens, his friends coming inside
together, all hooting and shouting his name.
Harry’s eyes widen, as he turns to his mates.
“Harry..?” They all say together, giving confused looks. “Man,
have you lost your mind? You’re abandoning the Packers?”
“Hi, boys.” Y/N walks in, beer cans and snacks in a cart
ahead of her. All the boys look t her with smiles.
They turn to Harry. “Y/N’s got so better taste than you,
“No!” Harry covers up. “She’s the one supporting the
“Oh, shut up, Harry.” Y/N pops in. “Why would you support
anyone else when there’s the mighty Packers.”
All the gents chuckle with her, giving her high-five, and
eyeing Harry rudely, they settle on the couch before the television.
Harry glares at her, gritting his teeth.
“Have fun, boys!” She says, blowing an annoying kiss at
Harry, before walking out of the room, laughing.
Thank you thank you to the amazing @rxbxlcaptain for being the best beta ever. Love you!!
The transmission signal is
received at exactly 0900. Of course he’s on time. Jyn doubts the
end of the galaxy would stop Cassian Andor from reporting in on time. One
of the droid opens the link and Cassian’s voice is projected through the War
“Captain Cassian Andor,
reporting. Line secure.”
Jyn tries to ignore the way the
tightness in her chest releases just a bit when she hears Cassian’s voice.
“Acknowledged,” General Draven
answers. “How goes it, Captain?”
Cassian has been gone three
weeks, under cover with Kay in an Imperial mining facility on Kellux.
Communication has been spotty at best, but a report had been scheduled
when Jyn returned from her latest mission. They needed to talk.
“Well, sir. My cover is
secure and I believe the intel will prove valuable.”
Again Jyn does her best to ignore
Draven’s eyes slid to Jyn.
“Sergeant Erso has just returned from her mission to Nal Hutta. She
has a report we’d like you to hear.”
There was quiet for a moment,
then Cassian’s voice returned. Jyn reminded herself that she was
imagining the slight change in his voice. Cassian’s voice wouldn’t change
for her. Besides, after the fight they’d had before she left, she doubted
he wanted to talk much to her, anyway.
He hadn’t wanted her to go on the
mission. After the relocation to Hoth he had been watching her, as if
waiting for something. It wasn’t until Jyn volunteered for her first solo
assignment that she found out why.
“This is an important mission,
one that needs to be completed,” he had yelled at her in the middle of one of
the newly constructed Eco Base corridors after she had chased him out of the
War Room demanding to know why he had argued against her. The soldiers
passing hardly looked up. They were probably so used to Solo and the
Princess screaming at each other in the hallways that it didn’t faze them
anymore. “Mothma promised you your freedom, so if you’re going to leave
just go, don’t pretend like you’re taking a mission just to escape. I
know you’re going to leave. But don’t kirff over the Rebellion while
you’re doing it.”
All Jyn could do was stare in
shock at Cassian’s retreating back. She hadn’t seen him since.
“You’ve completed your mission,
Jyn straightens her back, even
though Cassian can’t see her. “Yes, Captain. While on Nal Hutta I
learned that the Empire is sending an Imperial convoy to inspect the progress
on Kellux. I don’t know who will be on it, but it will be some important
brass. And possibly someone who knows of you as Willix.”
voice is hard, determined. Jyn realizes suddenly that she hates not being
able to see him. She can read him so much better when she can see his
eyes. “General Draven, what are my orders, sir?”
“We’re going to have to pull you,
Captain. The intel isn’t worth the loss of an alias.”
As Cassian and Draven discuss his
imminent return to base Jyn closes her eyes. Cassian was coming home. They
had parted on bad terms and Jyn doesn’t know how things will be when he gets
back - and of course he’ll bring that infernal droid back with him - but Jyn
can’t help the breath that escapes her. He is coming back alive,
and sooner than she had thought. She wishes that thought didn’t make her
quite as happy as it does.
“Sergeant Erso’s mission was a
success?” Cassian asks, and Draven glances at her.
“Yes. The intel is good.”
“Good,” Cassian’s voice seems
oddly strained and Jyn wonders for a moment what he is getting at.
“And there were no,” he pauses
for half a second, as if trying to find the right word, “complications?”
The tiniest smile touches Jyn’s
lips. At one point, not so long ago, she would have believed Cassian was
asking if she had betrayed them. But even without seeing his eyes she can
hear the concern he is trying so hard to hide.
“It went off without a hitch,”
she tells him, hoping her smile doesn’t color her voice too much.
“Hopefully my next assignment will be a bit more fun.”
She can see the way Draven’s lips
purse but she doesn’t particularly care. Cassian’s voice is notably less
strained when he signs off and she has the feeling that when he gets back in a
few days they will be alright after all. She buries the voice deep inside
her that wishes they could be something more than alright.
HCs for RFA + Saeran's wedding day with MC. Like what sort of theme/colours? Is it fancy and planned down to the last detail or spur of the moment sort of thing? (Btw I loooove this blog~)
They want something modest, but not “little,” ya feel?
Something cute that everyone will remember forever, but nothing over the top.
Of course with their income, they’re a little scared of spending too much money, but they make it work.
They have their wedding in a big garden. Flowers, outdoors, sunshine, good stuff.
Just enough room for the RFA and some other close friends to move about and have fun and enjoy the scenery.
Colors are white and gold, and there’s lanterns everywhere.
Of course Zen is extra and wears a white tux w some sort of gold embroidery. If MC wears a suit, it’s white too, just toned down a bit. If MC wears a dress, it’s fluffy with some gold designs on the bodice and dripping a bit into the skirt.
They’d have the reception at sunset so that afterwards, the only light is coming from the sky, the fairy lights strung around the bush walls, and lanterns hung everywhere.
DANCE PARTY STARTS AT 8.
There’s a DJ and everyone’s having a good time,,,,, You just cant go wrong with the cha cha slide
Cake made out of cupcakes!
MC’s and Jaehee’s wedding is pretty small.
It’s them, the RFA, and a priest all gathered together in a church.
Although they were engaged for a few years and figured they’d just plan a wedding eventually, that didn’t happen.
They have nice wedding rings though.
Even though there’s not anything fancy, they both wear “proper” attire.
Jaehee’s dress barely reaches the floor and she has a pink ribbon around the waist. If MC wears a dress, it goes to just past her knees and has a yellow ribbon around the waist. MC’s suit is the same concept, except obviously, pants.
After the reception, they go out to a hella fancy lunch because Jumin everyone chipped in.
Because they spent so little money on the wedding itself, they had one hell of a honeymoon.
Their ideal wedding was something fun with both their close friends and family.
Originally, there were like 50 people invited. At the actual wedding, there’s about 100 people.
Yoosung’s parents kept inviting family that Yoosung hadn’t seen in 20+ years and when there was the complaint that they’d have to switch to a bigger venue and buy more food, his parents offered to pay for the change in price. With that, they decided to just keep inviting more people.
It’s not the only choice available, but adults are offered chicken nuggets and french fries as their meal.
The wedding’s a good balance of traditional and fun. They may or may not have gotten the theme idea at the renaissance faire.
They never actually named the theme, but it’s a sort of medieval fantasy, knight and prince/ss thing.
The cake is white and “elegant,” but there’s some dragons scattered throughout, looking like they’re climbing up to the top of the cake. At the top, there’s a mini Yoosung with a sword and MC with a bow and arrows, ready to fight the dragons.
Yoosung’s tux is grey and white. If MC wears a suit, it’s grey and navy blue. If MC wears a dress, it’s very renaissance-princess-esque.
Little fairies scattered around the venue are mostly there for shits and giggles, but since there’s so many kids there, its turned into a game. Whoever can collect the most by the end of the night gets a three foot stuffed dragon as a prize.
OF COURSE THEIR WEDDING IS HUGE.
Honestly, neither of them know half of the guests. They were just names that were important for some reason and they got an invitation.
This is like, one of those dream weddings you see on the covers of bridal magazines.
Jumin’s suit is grey/black and his tie is a really, really light pink color. If MC wears a dress, its long and white, with a significant amount of train + the bodice and sleeves are lace. If MC wears a tux, it’s a light grey/beige color with a pastel purple tie. Either way, its a yin/yang thing.
Color theme is mostly cream-ish colors.
Cake is obviously huge and fancy. They have left overs for a week.
“Jesus, Jumin, how much was all of this wine and why is everyone you know always drunk?”
Hell if he knows,,,,,, He’s gonna get drunk too and so is MC, nobody can stop him.
Indoor wedding, candles at every table, no actual lights, but lanterns are all over the place too.
Okay, so they couldn’t actually get married in the space station, so they have to settle.
Wedding in the observatory, hell y e.
It’s a small thing. Just the two of them, the RFA, Vanderwood, and the guy (who may or may not be a priest?????? Nobody checked oops) who makes it official.
Saeyoung’s suit is black, but has some little embroidery constellations. MC’s dress is white and goes to about mid calf, but there’s a layer of sparkly tulle on top. If MC wears a suit, they match with Saeyoung.
They get married on the night of a meteor shower so that they can go have a picnic outside and watch afterwards.
Apparently you can get super fancy food delivered to an observatory.
They borrow a huuuuuge trampoline and everyone brings blankets so they can lay out on it and watch the sky. Everyone ends up leaving at some point during the night, but Saeyoung and MC wake up cuddled together on the trampoline when the sun comes up.
Technically they get married in one of those drive-thru wedding things, in a spur of the moment situation, but one day Saeran wants a ceremony.
It’s simple and really small. Outdoors in the sun, surrounded by sky and nature.
It’s the two of them + someone to read from a book and make it feel official.
Saeran’s suit would be a creamy color with a pastel pink tie and MC’s would match, but they have a pastel yellow tie. MC’s dress barely reaches the floor and is very simple, but she has a yellow ribbon around the waist.