Safe - Younger!Sub!Harry Castillo x Curvy mistress!f!reader
Rating: +18, MDNI
WC: 6,9k
Summary: Harry brings you to the company party and finally gets a revenge on his asshole dad.
You give him the best reward for finally being brave.
Tags: Smut, fluff, dom/sub dynamic, fighting, struggling, unprotected p in v (as previously mentioned in Bunny, reader is on the pill and they both take blood tests once a month, be careful irl!!!), using of a dildo, using of a butt plug, mention of spanking (Harry’s favorite 😌), masturbation, teasing, dirty talking, pet names, reader calls Harry "bunny", Harry calls reader "ma'am", cum eating, doggy-style fucking, luxurious party, dancing, mention of alcohol, a lot of feelings, Harry has a terrible dad and he’s slightly younger in this (in his 30s), reader is the same age in my head, reader is not described except for being explicitly curvy, no use of Y/N, no kissing allowed between them (😌).
A/N: part 2 of Bunny, I wrote this for the PPCU fandom writing challenge hosted by @pedroscurls , I’m sorry it took me so long to finish this 🥺 I really hope you like it, I love this version of Harry, he’s such a good boy 😌 Thanks to anyone who read the first part, I was so happy to see your fabulous response ♥️ Special thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being my precious beta, you’re the best, babe! 🫂 English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me!
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Harry waited for you at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against his car.
The sun was setting, bathing everything in a pink and orange light.
He wanted to be casual, so he hadn't gone upstairs, but the cold air of the spring evening crept into his bones as he waited for you.
He looked up at the sound of your heels clicking on the concrete steps.
“Hey.”
He raised his eyes and what he saw nailed him to the ground.
Wrapped in a floor-length black lace dress, your hair pulled back, your makeup understated and elegant, you almost looked like a different person, yet at the same time you were so unmistakably you.
His gaze glided over your curves, hugged by the dress, supple and soft, your skin smelled of coconut when you stepped close to greet him, and Harry felt his mouth water.
“Hey, bunny,” you whispered, pressing your lips against his cheek.
Harry whispered back, “You're beautiful,” as he looked at you, and saw your eyes light up and your smile widen.
“I'm not really used to wearing dresses like this, but I have to admit it's really pretty. Your assistant certainly has good taste,” you mused.
“I picked it out myself.”
Your eyebrow raised, a smirk curving your lips. “Yeah? You’re such a good boy”
Your voice went straight to his cock, like always, like anything about you.
You pinched his butt through his black tie suit pants while he was opening the car door for you and he almost tripped on the sidewalk at the unexpected provocation, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine.
“Maybe it’ll be better if you call me by my name during the party,” he said, trying to regain some semblance of balance, and you laughed, “Not my first ride, honey,” accompanying your sentence with a wink.
Nothing else existed for Harry anymore—not the sounds of traffic around him, not the chatter of people walking on the sidewalk on their way home from work, not even the cool breeze ruffling his hair.
The car ride was pleasant.
Harry was completely captivated by you and for the first time, a work party didn’t feel like a death sentence to him. Even though you didn’t really know each other very well, he felt strangely safe with you next to him.
You were more talkative than usual and he was happy about that. The sound of your voice calmed him, and he hoped to learn more about you.
“I saw you in the newspaper the other day.”
“I’m often in them,” Harry admitted, “much more than I’d like.”
“Hmm, well you looked cute in the pic. So… Mr. Castillo, huh? Are you a multimillionaire or something?”
Harry nodded, adding immediately afterward, “More than anything, it’s my father,” and he physically felt his mouth twist into a grimace, involuntarily, like an unconscious reflex.
“You don’t like your father.” It wasn’t even a question; it was a statement. In a split second, you already understood him better than anyone else around him.
“Yeah,” he exhaled, gazing out the window. All around him was Manhattan—the traffic, the neon lights, the honking horns—everything moving swiftly, in a trail of light that shifted rapidly from yellow to green to red, fading into a buzzing cluster of lives.
“Typical,” you declared, your head nestled against the seat, one hand resting on your thigh, your fingers lazily tracing circles on the lace of your dress.
You seemed relaxed, at ease.
This wasn’t your first time with a guy of his kind, as you’d been careful to point out to him. You’d probably come across other frustrated guys before—millionaires’ heirs, tired and bored with their lives, or arrogant and conceited in the way that piles of money can make you.
“I'm curious to meet him, this famous dad,” you joked.
“I don't think you'll like him,” he blurted out. “He's the biggest jerk I know.”
You smiled, your fingers brushing the lapel of his jacket, your voice confident. “I know how to deal with guys like that.”
The moment the car stopped, Harry felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
What would his father think when he saw you?
He helped you out of the car, taking your hand in his.
The valet gave instructions to his driver, while you looked around beside Harry.
You seemed uncertain, almost intimidated for a moment, before straightening your back and looking him in the eye.
“Okay, let's do this. I'm ready,” you said confidently.
Harry smiled, it was the first time he'd seen even the slightest crack in your armor.
You climbed the stairs together, you holding onto his arm to avoid falling on the slippery marble steps that led to the entrance of the building.
As soon as you entered, a couple of waiters curtsied to Harry, as if he were some kind of royalty. He felt a certain uneasiness churning his stomach, he didn't want you to think he was pretentious, but everything around him only reminded you of how much money his family actually had.
You walked down a wide corridor that led to the room where the party was being held, tapestries hanging on the walls, paintings worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, Persian rugs spread across the polished marble floor.
You looked around amused, noting a portrait of an old man “is he one of your ancestors or something?” mockingly winking to him and Harry laughed, the tension of his shoulders loosening up.
“I don’t know who he is and honestly, darling? I don’t care. He looks like another prick in a uniform.”
You chuckled, agreeing with what he said, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment. “The first of many tonight, I understand.”
“It’s a good thing I paid you, huh?”
“It really is, Mr Castillo” you whispered into his ear, so sweetly Harry thought for a moment about turning around and getting back to your place, entirely skipping the party.
He couldn’t though, he already confirmed his presence to his dad’s assistant a week ago.
Amidst soft chic lights, and ridiculous canapés served by waiters who efficiently moved around the room, tables draped in pristine tablecloths where bartenders served cocktails, huge crystal chandeliers that reflected the lights, and large stained-glass windows along the walls, reaching all the way up to the frescoed ceiling and with hundreds of people dressed in outfits worth thousands of dollars, Harry felt a knot in his stomach that was eased only by your hand clasping his.
He had always belonged to that world, and yet he never stopped feeling like a fish out of water amid all that glitz.
Eating pizza out of a box with you while drinking beer straight from the bottle would have been a far more appealing prospect for him.
He took you to the bar, offered you a drink, trying to put off as long as possible the moment when he would have to say hello to his father.
He wanted it to be worth it for you, he wanted you to have fun.
There was a small band playing live music, and Harry asked you for a dance.
Holding you close amidst all those people, seeing your eyes sparkle as you looked at him, your amused smile as you were moving to the tune of an old classic—it was making it all worth it for him.
Your hand rested discreetly on his shoulder, but at one point you leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I’m having fun, thank you. You deserve a special treat tonight.”
Harry felt his face flush as he replied, “Thank you, ma’am.”
You giggled so tenderly, you seemed so into it, genuinely thrilled to be there with him, you had your eyes fixed on him as if no one else in the room mattered, and to Harry, it almost felt as if you were truly his.
Harry knew it would never be possible; he was well aware that you were there because of money and the dress he bought you, and he remembered clearly every time you had told him you didn’t want a boyfriend. Yet, feeling his body brush against yours, seeing your radiant face, a part of him still held out hope that perhaps you might feel the same way.
He hoped that at some point you’d tell him you wanted to be his girlfriend; he hoped to take you on vacation to Italy, to walk hand in hand with you through the streets of Florence, to show you the Uffizi, and to watch the sunset with you from the top of Piazzale Michelangelo.
He dreamed of taking you to Rome, of seeing your amazed expression in front of a Caravaggio, of having dinner with you in a small osteria, drinking wine and eating pasta.
His mind kept wandering, filling up with so many impossible fantasies.
“So, are you going to introduce me to this famous father of yours?”
Your question crushed him back down to earth.
The moment Harry stepped right in front of him, his father looked you up and down, his contempt clear.
His face said, “Who on earth is this?” as you held out your hand to him, smiling, proud in your posture and demeanor, stunning, radiant, wrapped in your dress that made you look like a goddess.
His fifth wife, a 25-year-old size-zero model with a haughty air, greeted you both, then immediately excused herself to go gossip with some tycoon’s wife.
His father didn’t seem impressed, not in the slightest.
Mr. Castillo Sr. was trying to make you feel uncomfortable, as he always did when he didn’t like someone.
You told him your name, and Harry easily recognized the look of disgust on his father’s face—a barely perceptible twitch of the lips that said, “You don’t belong here.”
That was always what his father had been. A man whose millions made him believe he was better than others, a man of facades and pretense, a man for whom good appearances were the same as being good.
Harry felt anger rising in his chest, not only because of how his father was treating you, but also—and above all—because in that moment he truly realized how much he had allowed his father to control him, to impose his expectations without the slightest regard for the person his son actually was.
It didn’t matter; all that mattered was that Harry acted as a calling card for him. Perfectly printed, with clean edges, no smudges, pre-set fonts on thick, expensive paper that clearly showed who his father was.
Never Harry.
And while he was used to being treated like that, seeing his father use the same tactics he’d used on him against someone else was driving him crazy.
His father kept bombarding you with a thousand questions—where you were from, what you did for a living—in a way that was clearly meant to make you feel uncomfortable.
How could he have thought he’d win?
In some sort of way, he hoped to have a little revenge on his dad, parading you out to the ultra formal company party.
And now he was ashamed. And the greatest shame was having put you in that situation.
Harry took your hand, as if to say silently, “We shouldn't be here. I'm sorry.” And you squeezed it.
He had been watching his father the whole time, his mind filled with thoughts of how he’d want to see one of those pathetic canapés get stuck in his throat, and when he looked back at you, he saw you looking calm. Completely unshaken by the disgusting behavior of the man with whom he had the misfortune of sharing his genetic makeup.
“Not my first ride,” you told him.
“I know how to deal with a guy like that.”
And Harry knew you had meant every single word.
“Have we met before?” his dad pressed.
“I don't think so,” you replied calmly.
Because right after that, in a voice loud enough for him to hear but at the same time quiet enough to be discreet, you added, “Unless you like being spanked, sir.”
All the commotion in the room—people exchanging pleasantries, clinking glasses, background music—all of it reached Harry’s ears as if muffled.
This was the second time you’d had this effect on him, making everything else but you disappear. As if only you truly mattered—like a sound his brain really needed to register.
Harry tried to hold back his reaction, but a smirk danced on his lips, tempting him like the devil.
His father was livid, visibly furious, cornered as he struggled to contain his reaction so as not to make a fool of himself in front of the millionaire investors and other wealthy guests who had flocked to his glamorous party.
And there you were, as serene as ever, with a neutral, courteous expression, as if you hadn't said a word.
There was a slight twitch at the corners of your mouth, a tiny flinch of your cheekbone, but other than that? Your expression gave nothing away, and perhaps that was what was bothering Harry’s father the most. He loved to belittle others and wanted them to care; he wanted to feel that power clenched in his hands. Nothing gave him more satisfaction than knowing he held the strings of everything tightly in his fist. And there you were, reminding him that he couldn’t bend everyone to his will. That there was someone who didn’t give a damn about what Castillo Senior thought was appropriate.
No matter how much the ground seemed to be falling out from under Harry’s feet, no matter how much he regretted bringing you there, there was a warmth in his heart now.
He had never felt so proud to be close to someone as he did when he was with you at that moment.
“What?! How dare you?!” His father grabbed Harry by the sleeve, pulling him close, and hissed right in his face “You brought a slut to my party?”
Harry couldn’t take it anymore.
Calling you a whore was the last straw.
“We're leaving,” he said, pulling his sleeve out of his father's grip “and don't expect me at work on Monday—I quit.”
And then he did the unthinkable.
He spit right in his dad’s face.
A globe of saliva landed on his cheek and he froze. Stunned.
His wide-open eyes and gaping mouth made him look like a fish gasping for air.
It was the last thing he expected from his son—and from Harry himself, for that matter—but the satisfaction Harry felt in that moment was second only to the day he’d met you.
The truth was that Harry had never believed he could do it because when you get used to feeling considered a waste of space sooner or later you end up convincing yourself that you really are. Only now he was beginning to understand that he deserved better, that all the money in the world would never give him the inner security that he saw within you instead.
He took you by the hand and led you out of the room, even as you protested that you could easily stand up to that asshole.
He turned to look at you just outside the room. “I know. I know you can put him in his place, but there’s no need for you to do that. That man is wicked, far more than you saw tonight, I assure you. And there’s no need for you to deal with him anymore, and you know what? Same for me.”
He felt tears stinging his eyes. For the first time since he was born, he had rebelled against the man who had fathered him. He had gotten the courage to quit his job. On one hand, he felt that his life had truly just begun; on the other, the realization that he had finally broken free from his father’s shadow paralyzed him. He leaned against the wall, repeating to himself, “Damn, I really did it,” under your worried gaze.
You brought a hand to his face, caressing his cheek. “I know it’s scary.”
He turned his gaze to you, sweet and reassuring, as you whispered that everything would be all right.
He relished the tender touch of your palm on his skin, murmuring “I’m so glad you’re here. I feel safe with you.”
“I know, baby, it’s okay. Let’s go back to my place.”
Harry didn't hesitate to follow you. The noise of the party faded behind him, growing fainter and fainter, until it seemed insignificant.
The drive home felt longer than Harry could remember; as the car drew nearer, he felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.
Fear, but also excitement about what the future might hold for him.
He had his savings set aside, a sort of a safety net that would give him some time to experiment and discover who he truly wanted to be. It wasn’t his father’s billions, but it was still a considerable sum.
He had the house, registered in his name, and a small cottage in Connecticut that he’d bought as an investment and rented out to other bored rich people who wanted to escape the hectic life of New York.
He was still richer than most people.
He cursed himself for waiting so long before doing what he really wanted.
But maybe he had to meet you before realizing he was tired of being bossed around by his family. The only one who gave him pleasure when you did it was you.
Now he knew for sure. And suddenly, as he looked at your face in the dim light, your gaze fixed on the view outside the window, he felt terribly sad at the thought that sooner or later it would all come to an end.
You turned toward him, sliding your hand across the leather seat, taking his fingers in yours, and whispering, “I’m so proud of you”—and his heart skipped a beat.
Once inside your house, Harry didn’t wait for you to tell him before loosening the tie that was choking him and unbuttoning the top buttons of the pristine white shirt he was wearing under his tuxedo.
As you made your way toward the bedroom you used with him, your catlike steps echoing down the hallway, you turned for a moment to glance at him over your shoulder. “Sure, get rid of those things—you won’t need them much longer anyway.”
That made him smile; you accepted this little act of defiance on his part so willingly, understanding his frustration.
You probably understood even better now where he was coming from. You were smart, much sharper than that idiot of a father of his could ever have imagined. And you knew how to read people.
In the weeks leading up to the party, he’d visited you often, and sometimes you’d lingered for a little chat after the sessions, before kissing him on the cheek and holding out your hand to receive your payment.
The marks usually faded within a week, but the one you’d left on Harry’s heart was still bright red, throbbing, hot, and no soothing cream would be enough to make it go away.
Submitting to you had set him free.
You weren’t indifferent to how your behavior might make him feel; you weren’t thinking only of yourself. You were focused on him and his reactions every time you interacted—far more so than anyone else ever had been. And this was perhaps the closest thing to love that Harry had ever experienced.
“Sit on the bed,” you said as soon as you walked into the room.
Harry obeyed, feeling as if he were floating in a dream.
You stood in front of him. His eyes slid from your slender ankles in a pair of sky-high black heels up the lace of your dress that hugged your curves, your hips, your soft belly, your firm, full breasts, all the way to the sweetheart neckline that accentuated your collarbones and further up your neck and the line of your jaw. His gaze lingered on your open, sincere smile, with a mischievous touch that slightly curled your upper lip, and your deep, piercing eyes.
There was something so magnetic about you that Harry still hadn’t quite figured out. He knew everyone had been staring at you at the party, he’d felt their unworthy eyes scrutinizing you, probably thinking petty things you didn’t deserve, because it was as clear as day that you didn’t belong with that kind of people or in that kind of situation. You were so much better than them.
“Take off your jacket,” you ordered.
Just as he slipped off his black Tom Ford jacket, he watched you reach for the back of your dress and heard the zipper slide down slowly.
“The shirt,” you continued, stepping out of your heels.
Harry began impatiently undoing the buttons, and you scolded him, “Slow down, bunny. Breathe.”
His nervous fingers stopped.
“Breathe,” you said again, “let out that frustration bubbling inside you.”
Harry felt his lungs fill with air and let it out, once, twice; he inhaled and exhaled, and his eyes closed at your command.
“Relax. I’ll take care of you now.”
He had never felt so taken seriously.
He felt his body unwind, the weight on his shoulders lighten, the lump in his throat loosen, his hands finally calm.
Guided by your warm voice, he focused on those sensations, clearly feeling every cell of his settling down.
When he opened his eyes again, your dress was unzipped halfway down your back, and your hair was falling over your shoulders, free from the elaborate style you’d worn at the party.
You were even more beautiful in your element.
“Nice work,” you praised him, “now take off that shirt.”
Harry stood shirtless, under your watchful gaze as it scanned every detail of him that you must have come to know so well by now.
He felt his nipples harden and his lips curve into a smile as you slipped out of your dress, revealing the black Agent Provocateur lingerie set he’d had delivered along with the dress.
When he’d chosen it, he’d hoped he’d gotten the size right.
He noted with some satisfaction that it hugged your breasts perfectly as they stood proudly encased in the finely crafted lace.
His mouth watered at the sight of the delicate embroidered bow in the center.
He wanted to press his lips against it, to smell your sweet scent, to feel your soft skin against his cheek.
He did nothing. He waited. He felt his breath in his chest struggling to stay quiet.
He saw the look of satisfaction light up in your eyes as you asked him, “So, do you like it?” while one of your fingers slowly traced the edge of your panties.
“Yes” he nodded, immediately “You’re gorgeous, ma’am.”
“I saw a whole new side of you tonight,” you teased him. “Who knew you could be so assertive, bunny.”
“I—” Harry began hesitantly, but you cut him off right away.
“You don't have to explain yourself. He deserved it.”
Harry nodded, smiling at you.
“Maybe you are a little bratty, after all,” you chuckled.
“Maybe,” he agreed. You seemed intrigued, and Harry thought he saw a certain pride in your expression, which delighted him.
“Mmm, if you do that to me, you’ll be punished, you know that, right?”
Harry felt a rush of heat rise from the pit of his stomach. Oh, he was sure he could accept your punishments—in fact, he was eager to do so.
His hands were still shaking as he recalled a few nights earlier, when you’d used a big pad with “bunny” written on it.
Somewhere on his ass cheek, the writing was fading. He’d seen it in the mirror that evening, right after getting out of the shower.
So yes, not only had he gone to his father’s party with you, but he’d done so with the marks of your spankings still clearly visible under his tuxedo.
Everything he had done that evening was incredible and tasted of freedom.
He was over thirty and had finally found the courage to tell his father exactly what he thought of him. Better late than never.
“Yes, ma’am” he replied and he felt his cheeks burn. He could feel his cock getting hard under his tuxedo pants.
And you noticed, too.
“Get rid of those,” you said, pointing at his pants.
He took them off before you had to ask again. Maybe there really was a bit of a brat in him somewhere, but this wasn't the time to show it.
Not when he wanted you so badly.
“Good boy,” you cooed, clicking your tongue, and added, “Well, look at that… someone’s already hard.”
His cock was pointing straight at you, hidden only by his boxers.
You eyed him from head to toe, one hand resting on your hip, a smug little smile on your face, tapping your heel on the floor.
“How much do you want me?” you asked, and Harry couldn't help but say,
“Oh ma'am, I want you so badly.”
You lifted your chin, giving him an authoritative look.
“Not yet. Sit back down on the bed.”
As soon as Harry obeyed, you sat on his thighs, keeping your distance from his cock.
Your fingers slowly traced a path from his wrist up to his shoulder, first on one side and then the other.
Harry swallowed a moan of protest, trying to focus on the sensation of your polished nails scratching his skin.
His hands moved instinctively toward your hips, but you rebuked him immediately.
“You know the rules. You can’t touch me until I tell you to.”
Harry’s hands fell back onto the bed; he clenched the sheets, trying to fill them with something, to quell that need to hold you tight that had overwhelmed his senses.
Your nails made their way across his chest, down to his stomach, and then to the left until they reached his side, where you pinched him.
Harry bit his lower lip, closing his eyes, letting you do it. Immediately after, he felt your lips caress his neck, gently, slowly, along his pulse point.
“Mmm, you smell so good,” you whispered before biting down on the soft skin below his ear.
Harry gasped, feeling his body tense as you licked the spot you’d bitten.
“Good boy, bunny… stay still for your mistress.”
Your fingers teased his happy trail, moving up and down in an agonizing yet delightful way.
You pulled down his boxers just enough to expose his cock, and it stood erect between your bodies.
Harry was impossibly stiff, so much so that it hurt, and he couldn't say how much longer he could hold out.
He almost lost it when your hand slid between you, stopping just an inch from its tip. You didn’t touch it, you left it suspended in the air, moving it slowly in a circle, as if you were about to touch it at any moment, and you watched him squirm so intensely while your gaze never left his. No hesitation, complete control of your body, and the promise of a touch that never came.
Harry was entranced, completely captivated, his body was screaming for attention, his tip was swollen and red, and precum was dripping down his shaft.
“Let's see if you can wait a little bit longer,” you whispered against his skin and then you got up and walked over to the table where you kept your toys.
Harry could feel the blood boiling in his veins, he wanted to scream, he wanted to beg you, but he knew the rules and knew that the reward would come if he behaved himself. He couldn’t help but let out a moan as he watched your hips sway in front of the table while you were busy with your toys.
His legs were shaking, his heart was pounding in his chest like a hammer, and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Finally, you picked up a suction-cup dildo. You moved closer to him, sliding it along his jawline, all the way to his mouth.
“Suck it, bunny. Make it nice and wet for me.”
Harry was hesitant, his lips trembling at the rubber tip. Finally, he opened his mouth under your commanding gaze.
The tip slid over his tongue, all the way in.
He had never sucked a cock in his life, real or toy.
He didn’t mind the feeling of his mouth full; it was a little uncomfortable, but his jaw adjusted easily after a while as you pushed it in and out of his lips.
“That’s it, keep going,” you encouraged him. “Drool all over it.”
Harry could feel his saliva pooling around the toy; he could feel the tip pushing almost all the way down his throat. “No teeth, baby,” you warned him, and he tucked them behind his lips before sucking again. A trickle of spit ran down his chin as you kept fucking his mouth, slow and relentless, the dildo clenched in your palm.
He was breathing heavily through his nose and could feel his lungs running low on air, but he didn’t stop until you pulled it out with a satisfied click of your tongue.
You looked at him with satisfaction, praising him, “Great job, bunny,” and your thumb wiped his saliva from his lower lip.
He watched you walk away again and let out a grunt of disapproval, and he grew even more frustrated when he saw you slip off your bra and your panties, revealing your neatly trimmed bush to his eyes.
He would have given anything to bury his face in your pussy.
You fixed the dildo to the wall opposite the bed, in front of him, next to the door and Harry wondered how much longer he’d have to endure before he felt the warmth of your body again.
You didn’t seem inclined to give it to him easily tonight, and deep down, he liked that.
He loved how you pushed him past his limits, how you took your time and teased him, making him feel that everything you did was worth the wait. You made him feel wanted and desired by not letting your games end too quickly.
He gasped as you lowered yourself onto the dildo, letting it slide all the way into you with a moan.
You started moving up and down on that bright pink silicone rod; Harry could clearly see the toy appearing and disappearing between your folds.
He was losing his mind.
The squelching sound of you fucking yourself against the wall was filling his ears along with your moans and your incessant teasing of him,
“Like what you see, bunny? You want to fill me up, huh? Take this dildo's place and stuff me with your cock?”
Harry tried to move his hand toward his aching erection to get some relief, but you scolded him, and his palm went back down onto the bed.
Your juices were now flowing heavily onto the dildo as you moved your voluptuous hips in circles, two fingers rubbing your clit and one hand clutching your breast, pinching one of your nipples.
“Mmm, that feels so good.”
You were on the verge of coming, and Harry knew it; by now he knew every moan you made, every expression that crossed your face, how you threw your head back and closed your eyes, he could have sworn he’d never tire of watching you like that.
“Watch me come,” you whispered before picking up the pace on the dildo and the fingers on your clit, which was now moving furiously, rubbing it convulsively.
Your skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the dim light of the room, your wet bush and your swollen, soaking folds greedily sucked the dildo all the way in.
The moment you closed your eyes, Harry disobeyed. He’d never done it before, but he felt like he was about to explode. A hand flew to his cock, jerking it a couple of times.
“Just a little,” he thought
“I can stop,” he lied to himself.
When his palm wrapped around his cock, he felt he was at the point of no return.
It was too much. Your naked body so far away from him, your breasts bouncing with the force of your thrusts, your spread and dripping pussy, your hips writhing—he couldn’t take it a minute longer, no matter how hard he tried.
He knew he would suffer the consequences. But after all, even those were sweet to him, since they came from you.
You opened your eyes just as your orgasm was subsiding and thundered, “Harry! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Harry stopped just short of his climax and looked at you with pleading eyes.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful, I… I can’t… I just can’t.”
You calmly slid off the dildo, unhooking it from the wall and leaving it standing on the dresser, still coated with your juices.
Harry’s heart was in his throat as you approached him with slow, deliberate steps.
One of your hands cupped his cheek while the other slid down to your folds.
Harry watched in ecstasy as you gathered your juices with two fingers, then brought them close to his mouth.
“Suck them clean,” you ordered, shoving your fingers into his mouth.
Your taste spread across his tongue as he sucked obligingly and greedily.
He moaned when your fingers reached almost to the back of his throat.
The satisfaction etched on your face made him hope you would forgive him.
His cock stood between you, still stiff and throbbing, and suddenly your hand left his cheek to slap it.
A quick blow to the shaft that made him almost sink his teeth into your fingers.
“Bad boy,” you hissed, “that's not what I taught you.”
The pain radiated across his belly, rising up to his stomach, and soon faded into a pleasant tingling.
Sharp but sweet, just like you.
“Is this the day of rebellion?” you demanded, pinching his chin between two fingers and forcing him to look you in the eye. A mischievous smile played on your lips.
You weren't angry.
“I have to admit, I'm proud of you. The first time you came here, you were afraid of your own shadow.”
Harry knew he had changed, and it was thanks to you, too.
You had given him the clarity and willpower needed to see things from a different perspective.
“So... do you want to fuck me right now?”
Harry had never nodded so quickly.
“I don't know if you deserve it.”
“Please, ma’am”
You looked at the way his cock bobbed when you lowered yourself to kiss him on his forehead.
You seemed willing.
“Okay...” you conceded, “but on one condition.”
Harry agreed immediately. “Anything, ma’am.”
You smiled, letting go of his chin and turning your back on him to head back toward the dresser.
You picked up a butt plug and a bottle of lube.
“You’ll wear this while you fuck me.”
Harry had hesitated the first few times you’d suggested it. After some discussion and a few attempts with your fingers, he’d agreed to try some small plugs, and he had to admit that, with a generous dose of lube and your patience and gentleness, he was starting to like it. You’d used other plugs on him, but Harry had never seen this one. This one was bigger.
A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine, and he felt his cheeks flush as you approached, wiggling it between your fingers.
“It arrived in the mail the other day,” you told him, biting your lip, “and frankly… I couldn’t wait to try it.”
Harry was equally amused and aroused.
He wouldn’t have done it for anyone else but you.
You told him to get on all fours on the bed, and once he was in position, he felt your fingers gently caressing his hole.
“Relax, bunny,” you reassured him as your finger lingered at the opening without entering. You slid it in slightly, and Harry let out a sigh, trying to focus on the sensations.
He felt you squeeze out a generous amount of lube and felt your fingers, coated in the cool gel, slide in slowly, just the tip at first.
“Everything okay?” you asked, and Harry nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
You stimulated the area a little more before sliding a bit deeper, gently stretching him.
When Harry felt ready enough, he whispered, “I think I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” you praised him, one hand running down his back.
You picked up the plug again and coated it with more lube, then began slowly inserting it into him.
Harry felt himself filling up inch by inch as the cold metal slid inside him.
“Almost there,” you reassured him, “you’re doing great.”
Harry felt proud to please you. Everything he’d agreed to try, you’d guided him through calmly, letting him get used to it—firm but gentle—and this had allowed him to explore many things he’d never considered before and to discover new forms of pleasure.
“Okay...you’re set,” you said to him with a playful tone.
Harry got up and knelt on the bed.
It was a strange feeling but the sensation of fullness was pleasant, and when you moved it around a bit, thrusting deeply a couple of times, all the uncertainty faded away, overshadowed by the excitement.
“Oh…oh,” he stammered “fuck this is…”
“Great, isn’t it?” You purred, lowering yourself towards him, grazing the shell of his ear with your tongue.
“Yeah…”
His cock was still incredibly hard as a rock, and by now Harry felt that if he didn't have you right away, he'd go out of his mind.
“You want to shove that big cock of yours in my cunt, huh? ” You asked and Harry begged.
He begged hard “Please ma’am. I need to feel you… I need it so bad.”
You climbed onto the bed, and this time you were the one getting on all fours in front of him. Your ass swayed before his eyes, you arched your back, your pussy open and eager before his eyes.
“Take me,” you ordered “fuck me hard, bunny. I know you can.”
Your folds were still soaking wet, and Harry had no trouble sliding inside you.
With every inch he entered, he felt the plug stretch him a little more.
The sensation of filling you while he himself was filled was inconceivable; he had never felt this way before that moment.
It was like being subjugated and subjugating at the same time, a precarious and delicate balance between domination and submission that made his head spin.
Yes, you were on all fours for him at that moment, but you had made sure to remind him who was in charge.
“Oh God… oh my God,” he whispered, clinging to your hips to steady himself, feeling your walls welcome him and pull him in.
“Fill me, Harry, all the way,” you urged him.
When he began to move, his fingers dug into your flesh, gripping your plump hips with both hands; with every thrust, he felt himself plunging deeper and deeper, sweat beading on his back and forehead.
You moaned like a woman possessed beneath him, slamming your ass against his groin, his balls slapping against you.
“Fuck,” he groaned “I don't think I can hold out much longer.”
It was overwhelming. All of it.
The plug filling him, his cock pressing against your sweet spot, your sweaty body shaking with each thrust. It was a dizzying sensation that blurred his vision and dulled his hearing; it was a pleasure that shook him from the tips of his toes to the tips of his hair.
His cock throbbed violently and after a few seconds he shot his load deep inside you.
He kept thrusting into you until he felt you tense up and then scream as you came; you slumped onto the bed, clutching the sheets with your hands, your hair tousled across the bed, as you writhed wildly beneath him.
You collapsed onto the bed and brushed your hair away from your face. Harry lay down beside you, after removing the plug and tossing it on the floor.
A few seconds later, you turned toward him, moving closer and nestling against his chest.
“You've been so good for me,” you purred, leaving a kiss on his peck and then looking up at him.
Your eyes were hazy and tired, but happy.
Harry felt he had everything he needed right there in his arms, and without thinking, he kissed you on the lips.
You didn’t scold him, you didn’t protest, you didn’t try to push him away.
You leaned into the kiss, running a hand through his curls.
Harry had never been so happy in his entire life. He didn’t dare say anything or ask you anything, he simply savored the kiss, sucking your soft lower lip between his own, feeling your tongue exploring his mouth.
It was an evening full of triumphs—the first in a very, very long time. Perhaps, deep down, you were starting to see him as more than just a client.
And he was even more surprised when you whispered to him, “I don't want any money tonight.”
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I had intended to do this after a decade but am moving soon and have to downsize, so I have to let go of quite a lot (so much......) and that includes these old doll heads that I'd treated for head glue with L.A.'s Totally Awesome back in 2017.
Immediate results aren’t always the best indicator of success, so I’ve still been at it with the LA’s Totally Awesome.
I’ve spent about $5 o
The short version is that these heads are fine. I'm not seeing any negative effects from the T.A. soaks after 9 years.
These have been in a zipper bag this whole time, too.
Anyway, there isn't any visible damage or change to their hair, vinyl heads, or makeup outside of what had already happened immediately after the treatment. Namely, on some dolls the lips changed color and glitter makeup was affected. I've also heard T.A. discolors the matte teal hair Monster High Twyla has.
Other than that, these dolls are perfectly fine. The scalps are hard where there is left over glue still stuck in the roots of the hair but the rest of the heads are soft still. No changes to makeup, no changes to hair, a couple of the dolls have a little stickiness at their parts in their hair, and Abbey has a couple mm of sticky going again.
So, for the most part, the glue is now solidified and stable, other than a couple places.
The visible yellowing on some of the heads is from the glue itself and occurred before treatment.
I'm very happy to have been a key part of this experimental journey to solve the nasty head glue problem and that my experiments emboldened others to try more products and find other solutions.
I do still feel like T.A. is the most complete and effective method, but it sure is a pain in the butt to do.
AN: Oh you mean Glisten? Glisten who is literally one of my favorites? Glisten who I played as for a whole month straight regardless of anything? Glisten who I babysit no matter how impractical my toon is for it? That Glisten?
...SAY LESSS
This was a request, so thank you anon!
Look out for MBC pt 6 later tonight by the way! It's almost ready!
☁ Oh my sweet sweet baby boy Glisten. How I love you and your insecure butt.
☁ First off, I need to say this, but you're probably a holiday toon. Now, HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT-
☁ Maybe not christmas, and I know there aren't any Valentines day toons, but IMAGINE. Valentine's day is such a pretty holiday, You're all already gorgeous don't worry! <3
☁ But Glisten? With a V-Day toon?! RAHHH
☁ Very much a love at first sight Toon. Now, HEAR ME OUT-
☁ He's canonically a lot little egotistical and often focused on himself and himself alone, but when he see's your twisted pop up? Nearly runs into a wall. If that's your twisted form, he could only imagine you're normal form.
☁ Rodger later calls him out for this and he has to play it off like a champ.
☁ He knows that all the toons are working super hard to get the research done and the original toons cured and back to normal, but if he works a little harder when he knows you're on the floor? Well...that's no one business but his own.
☁ Rodger is a huge help with this, even after their...admittedly tense relationship (Lol exes.) and before he knows it, you're back to normal, slowly being introduced to the routine of things.
☁ since he's not a main or a specialist, he's given a bit more leeway to stay behind and help ease you into everything. He helps set up your room and mends your clothing if need be. If you need it, he's more than happy to help polish/brush/mend you so you're back you're pristine form.
☁ He's thankful for being a mirror honestly, because in an effort to show you you're newly refreshed form, he's able to admire you feeling like yourself. It looks much better on you than any physical thing he could possibly gift you.
☁ Now, he's down bad. Like I said I feel like he falls hard and fast.
☁ He constantly is looking for ways to show off in front of you, even if it means accidentally hurting himself or overworking himself as he's bound to do.
☁ He needs to achieve perfection in your eyes at all time, and it takes a little while before you're cluing in at last and gently asking him if it was something you had done.
☁ He's quick to reassure that it's nothing on your end and you are just as perfect as the day he first met you. (Sans ichor)
☁ It takes time and patience, but he will eventually open up, bit by bit. He's a prideful toon, so give him time. It's like a wild animal. Stay gentle and soft when discussing these kind of things with him and in time he'll grow comfortable with the uncomfortable and slowly express how he's feeling.
☁ Bro is a huge words of affirmation person, but that's a given. You know what else he is? Acts of service. He canonically wears makeup, so if you carry around smaller version of the products he uses for quick touch ups? He's swooning. If you take the time to pull him behind a crate or something, fixing his bow before sending him on his way with a kiss and smile? He is a mess.
☁ He is not slick about being a lovesick buffoon. He thinks he is. The other toons have a silent agreement to let him think that.
☁ He shows his love in so many ways.
☁ Physical touch? Done. He loves keeping a hand on you at all times whenever possible, always touching or adjusting something on you or pressing pecks to your cheeks whenever the urge strikes.
☁ Words of affirmation? There is not a time where he does not shower you in compliments at all times. He's constantly praising you no matter what you do. Extracting? You're just as good as he is! Distracting? You give those twisted the run around like an angel, don't you know? Walking around collecting research because doing machines sucks? Good, you can join him. Why should you need to dirty your hands at all?
☁ Acts of service? He'll do machines for you, no ifs, ands or buts about it. He's constantly picking up more of your preferred product whenever he notices it's almost empty, Food is brought to you if you're caught up in a project and he'll help you do your routine if you're too tired to do so.
☁ Quality time is also huge for him! He evidently has some abandonment issues, so knowing you're there, within arms length, of him at all times? It makes him so relaxed and puts him so at ease. It's one of his favorite things in all honesty.
☁ Gift giving/ receiving? Also a favorite of his! It never has to be something big either! You once gave him a rock that you thought was super cool and he's kept it on his desk since you've given it to him. He also got you a rock! An engagement ring surprise! LOL IM KIDDING He would not yet. No, he went outside of Gardenview one night, scouring for the perfect rock, finding a heart shaped one that he deemed perfect.
☁ You keep it on a shelf near your bed.
☁ Yk, by penguin standards, you guys are married. Just saying.
☁ Now, his twisted form.
☁ The first time you both encounter it, he wavers just a bit, worrying you'd feel disgust at what was essentially the worst part of him personified.
☁ But you didn't. You're hand entwined with his and held tightly, dragging him away from it when you felt him tense.
☁ "I'm sorry you feel that way." You offer, gently playing with his fingers. He didn't say anything at first, holding onto your hands with both of his. "I promise I'll never abandon you." You try next, eyes wide and wet.
☁ The promise, as sad as it sounds, makes his lips upturn before he's pressing his lips to your knuckles. "Oh my jewel, you're too kind. I know it is you and me until the end of our days." He returns the promise, hearing the three dings of the machines and the call to get to the elevator and quickly. "Come now, you don't want to be nearby when that final machine is finished."
☁ He momentarily ignores your questions, knowing you'll see it first hand, directing you to the elevator. When your both a few steps away the final machine dings and the telltale shatter cracks the sharp silence alone with the cry of agonized pain, screaming "Your LEAVING me?!"
☁ He rushes to get you inside the safety the elevator provides, seeing Flutter quickly use her ability to get away. His twisted self is right behind her, sprinting only to slam onto the invisible wall that miraculously separates them from the Twisteds. You gasp in horror, finding recluse in Glisten who angles you away from the door.
☁ The twisted doesn't care though. As a clone of him, he recognizes you immediately, fists clanking against the wall as it absolutely wails. "You can't leave me! YOU CAN'T-" It practically screams, rearing up to slam on the wall again before the elevator finally slams shut, Connie slipping in while the twisted is distracted with you two.
☁ You're shaking from where Glisten holds you, making him swallow tightly at the thought.
☁ But as usual you are just perfect. "He seemed so...scared." You mention, and those aren't the words he expected.
☁ "Out of everyone, I was able to fight the effects of the Ichor the most. But, even I as perfect as I am, fell victim to the way it made me feel when I realized everyone was leaving. I didn't have anyone to grasp onto to keep me tethered to this world." He admitted, watching Flutter kick the lever to bring them back. They had gotten what they came here for.
☁ "That's terrifying. I'm so sorry." You whisper.
☁ "Don't be. I have you now afterall." He grins. Truthfully, it was scary back when he was a twisted. But now? The only thing that scares him more is losing you.
☁ And He's got no plans on doing that anytime soon.
i only realised AFTER voting
that I SHOULD NOT HAVE FOLLOWED THE OFFICIAL INSTRUCTIONS i.e. chosen my fave aesthetic.
NO!
i should have chosen based on COMEDY POTENTIAL!
as in, which outfit would be funniest for a character to wear in a GROUP SETTING?!
since the chosen outfit gets to be in a group story? right??
THAT WOULD BE A *VERY* (?) DIFFERENT SELECTION!!!! ooouuuhhhgh maybe i'll make a list based on THAT criterion..
For now....My Selection:
we explain:
BUNNY EIDEN
The outfit itself is not particularly innovative or interesting. But it WAS, somehow, the only eiden outfit upon release that induced a 10-minute trance where my only internal dialogue was barking+howling.
i don't even have a thing for bunnyboys?? so what is it about this?? is it the right amount of ankle? is it the tempting free beverages? i don't know.
NUN YAKUMO
a close call between this and mermaid yakumo.
for merkumo, i like all the floofy elements of the lower half (yankable) and the braid (very yankable) and his top that makes no sense but is also the most skin yakumo's shown for a while.
but i ultimately chose the nunexorcist robes.
maybe something to do with the sheer fabric on the arms. probably something to do with them giving yakumo eye makeup for the first time.
ABSOLUTELY something to do with the association of what went down in R2, which actually has little to do with the actual clothing, and everything to do with an exposed back
(what i'm saying is, they should open up that back again. for more activit.es. related to being bullied. preferably.)
ZOMBIE EDMOND
I LIKE COLOUR. i like BRIGHT COLOURS!
the other edmond outfits are rather black and blue and ... white? now that i mention white, where's god event SR edmond? i like the vestal virgin(hornified) robes..........
well, i if i can't choose that, we're going with zombie edmond.
because! once again! pretty dress cannot be denied!
and the eye makeup!
and something about the patterns of the skirt . that whole area where the ankles meet the skirt. it upset me.
huh? how? i saw the skirt edge.. then the rest of edmond's outfit.. and i got unsettling visions of a dolled-up auntie corpse in a funeral parlour (even tho such an image has not occurred to me in fiction OR reality)
the clothes got a reaction outta me! that's a W IN!!
SPACESUIT OLI
if god mode oli had been appropriately juicy and abundant like he's SUPPOSED to be (WHERE IS HIS FAT!!!!!!!) then it would have been a serious contender, but space suit oli with the bright green goop wins this one!!
it's about the nostalgia. it's about the fond memory of seeing olivine's (lack of) clothing, being shocked into silence, then bursting into laughter (out of pure appreciation). i relived OGSSR priest robes with this one. i love the green.. turquoisey... colour and his ridiculous boobstraps and the creative workaround of the stripping mechanic by sliming him. overall, excellent pose with ya butt and boobs out. Respect.
DOCTOR QUINCY
i'm working off vibes for this one because i don't care about any of the outfits... and the vibes say GO FOR THE SOFTEST QUINCY.
this quincy actually reminds me of his beta version... the soft green long-haired quincy with the plants n stuff?? he's just tryna live in harmony with the forest and save the small critters...
Doctor Topper also swayed us in favour of this one. with his ol' glasses too big for him eyes, and impractical labcoat with sleeves too big for he paws...
FLORESAN KUYA
big shrug on this one because they're all pretty equal in terms of fishlikey (not counting the modern outfit bc i ain't about that)
the winning factor is probably how dress-like the outfit is
(also why magical girls one lost. PEEPAW U BETTER LOSE THOSE PANTALOONS!!!!)
came down to the most recent kuya vs floresan kuya. love his final fantasia bondage witch vibe but floresan kuya is the one whose tiddies i got to slap. he has more shiny baubles and accessories for me to get distracted by. his legs are OUT and his heels are BIG because he wants to feel TALL.
AVOGARU
another tough one, because i like most of these. he looks cute in everything. what am i to do?
eyes darting between ALL of them...
then i was pinging between circus/nurse/beach...
then between nurse (who i actually have!! so i got to see his rooms!) and beach...
and although i will never forget the impact of nurse karu's seethru stockings *salutes to the sky*
i like that avocado shirt way too much. it has charmed me. irrevocably so.
and the watermelon ice. maybe i'm just hungry...
now that i think more about it... maybe i should have shunned avogaru. it IS , after all, the one tainted by memories of false hope (aster silhouette). AND he doesn't have his ears/tail out!!!!! eurgh. that accursed beach butt has a hold on me...
MAGICAL GIRL BLADE
torn between exorcist blade and magigirl blade...
now, nunblade has those wonderful bayonetta legs with the frankenstitching on his skin. that RIDONK thigh slit!!!!!!!! AWOOGa!!
alas, magigirl ultimately won out, because it feels more blade-y. it's just SOAKED in bladey essence. !
compared to the nun robes which, although cool, are more of a costume on him. ya feel me??? are YOU wearing the outfit (killin' it), or is the outfit of the dead exorcist wearing YOU? (blade is somehow doing both)
like with maid blade who came before this, i cannot deny the frilly skirt . the lacey lingerie that hides beneath. the cute pose with the muscled legs! this is what i want to see more of in this world!!!!!!
ZOMBIE DANTE
i might have chosen circus dante if it weren't for our longstanding grudge resulting from the sorceror's trials.
but the grudge WERE.
so.
we go with zombie dante, who, although similar to floresan dante in amount of shiny/colours/big puffy embellishments like a peacock on display,
......
hm. well. i actually can't explain why he won.
he just looks good?
i like his fangs?
i like his energetic pose??
i like the idea of a resurrected dante who can barely see out of his one eye and is forced to rely on eiden's perception/commands?
ok, we're leaving the "just clothes" aspect. let's get out of here...
FLORESAN REI
*slams a rainbow onto the desk as proof of its magnificence* SHINY COLOURS!!!!!! PRETTY BIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
rei in colours that are not grey or black!
he looks GOOD and he has all those fluffy things to bat at and he has the SHIBARI under his dress and did i say i LIKE THAT CRANE DECORATION AND HIS FLOWER CHOKER AND HIS LEGS and them TOES are PAINTED *AND* in pantyhose
FATHER IS SPOOFING KITSUNE DREAM KUYA
what's not to love
( i think that's the same green from spacesuit oli. i DO like this green )
for once, the frilly dress lost. . .
but only because there was a more COLOURFUL dress-type-thing nearby 🤣
Final note:
was the inclusion of the familiars a cruel, mockery , of a jape? ? ? 😭😭 bro, why would they do that???? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN--- this feels like an insult. they have to knoiw what they're doing by putting them in the poll like that. they have to, right?!? RIGHT?!?!?!?!
sure, i'd love to see them in a different form again, interacting with the clan members! yaey!!!
but
you KNOW we aint got a "choice"
shoulda just gone ahead and surprised us AT the event release, with the familiars in their tall forms,
because seeing that SINGULAR "option" in the poll? all it accomplished was opening old wounds 🤣😭🤕 y u do this, nuca... y u hurt me in this daywa.y...
you've already been asked a question "If the LoBro characters could change anything about themselves, what would it be? I feel like a few of the characters don't like something about themself thats out of their control that they would change immediately if given the option to do so"
and there were answers for all the characters except mc, so that mc and his female version wanted to change themselves (except for the lack of a girl/boyfriend)
Male MC
Become bigger and stronger, look tougher, have a lower voice
Have more charisma. Learn to understand women.
Have skills that would be good for employment. Be passionate enough about something that would lead to a real career and keep him alive
Female MC
Be skinnier and prettier, have bigger boobs and butt. Not look like a clown when using makeup
Not be so antagonistic. Learn to see good in people.
Have skills that would be good for employment. Be passionate enough about something that would lead to a real career and keep her alive
Happy spooky day to all who enters 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃
Finally, after several weeks, tears, and a butt load of others things!!!
It’s finished. The list I followed along with is by @puffball920
(..it’s good to tag, right?)
(I wrote descriptions in preparation. To not forget my thought process. Some longer, some shorter. But still!)
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WARNING FOR BRIGHT COLORS//EYESTRAIN
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Day 1: Never Ending
First day, pretty self explanatory. I had the idea to draw Whole with the mask from the album, which… I don’t draw that often. It’s mostly Soul’s mask. He’s fully embraced the cycle of the loop (mentally anyway). Drawing with textured brushes is always a fun time. And, I don’t gotta make anything neat! So cool!
Onto the next cus there’s not much else to explain.
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Day 2: Skeleton
Immediately for this one I thought of Spooky Scary Skeletons. Because I rarely see it drawn. (And it’s a song I’ve never drawn.) I really liked drawing the graves. This won’t be the last time Moss appears. This is really a good opportunity (or excuse to draw Jashlings I rarely do.) Nothing else. Next one!
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Day 3: Lipstick
CJ POWER HOUR, CJ POWER HOUR!!!!!!!!!! Ok I originally wanted this to be Heart and Soul doing each other’s makeup, cus I thought it would be cool. But then I thought about Hope (CJPH) and stuff. So yeah! Sooooo, random lore rambles. :] This is Hope in the park just existing like statues do. But it seems someone has given him some lipstick. Who? A mystery.. :0
(This didn’t explain that much in hindsight. Not a pun.)
There were probably many other options but I enjoyed rendering this.
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Day 4: Stars
Thought of the scene from The Forest for the Trees where the wall is covered in stars. Sooo why not have Red (Ember) and Blue (Pine) admiring the scenery? The colors were a bit difficult and the stars are not how I wanted them to look like. But I think it turned out nice.
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Day 5: Acoustic
OK OK, so this WAS supposed to be about the Tiny Man Band…but I didn’t feel like drawing them all together. So this turned into a funny play-on-word thing. The Heart Acoustic it is. I added a picture of a realistic heart in the background because in the song, there’s a heartbeat throughout! :]
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Day 6: Demon
I don’t know what else to say about this. It’s Chonny’s Inferno, baby!
Rendering fun but other than that..I’m ok with this.
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Day 7: Pride
Ok I was kinda stumped with this one. At first this was going to be a character type drawing with Jashlings. But I thought, “why not just redraw the lie of black and white video”. And I was fine with it! …then thought about “With What We Are”.
(Different version.) So I went back and added more. Like the TV and some flags. But as well as a line from Deltarune Chapter 3. Now I know that it isn't a line of particular.. fondness because “It's what they call “you” refers to the Soul being “you”. Because that's what everyone sees. Though it could work in a different context separate from the game. I'm not sure.
But I thought, “why not have something from another medium in the artwork. It works for it.”
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Day 8: Triumphant
A song I NEVER DRAW!!! But am happy with!
It’s such an uplifting song in the most weirdest way. I don’t know how to explain it. And all three of them are drawn with different lineart! For fun!
Close the curtains and let’s go to the next.
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Day 9: Cherry Blossom
Now here’s another song I don’t do anything with.
I could’ve gone with Fine, I’m Fine…buutttt. Why not Beauty for a change?
I’m very proud of his pose. This is where he resides. Lots of purples.
Authors note: Sry I haven't uploaded in a while :( My grandfather died not too long ago and on top of that, i've had no motivation and energy in Ramadan😭🫠
Choso would be a flustered and blushing MESS. He is also the kind of man who would love how the sari would squeeze your love handles and belly fat. He’s like a Victorian child seeing ankles for the first time (as if he hasn’t seen you butt booty naked💀)
You were getting ready for a wedding you had been invited to. You didn’t go to weddings that often, and therefore it had been quite some years since you last wore a saree—resulting in you having to borrow one from your friend which was more petite..
Choso had seen the magenta outfit on the bed and the yellow-gold jewelry on the table right by. He had never seen an outfit like this and nonetheless on you. This sparked curiosity on how you would look in this outfit that already looked beautiful by itself. You entered your shared room, finding Choso and smiling at him.
“I’ve never seen you in…uh, an outfit like this before,” he said as he pointed towards the saree.
“Yeah, I don’t really like wearing a saree”
“Why not?”
“I’ll get ready and show you”
He walked out of your shared bedroom confused. 20 minutes later you entered the living room where Choso sat and waited patiently. His gaze shifted from his phone towards you when he heard you come down the stairs.
“Ugh, I hate how it squeezes my hip dips. My belly too but at least that’s covered.”
You continued ranting about how you didn't like how you looked in the saree, but Choso hadn’t moved his gaze from you the moment you walked into the living room in that stunning outfit.
Your face shifted toward where he was sitting, and you waved your hand in front of his face to get him out of his head. “You okay?”
“Uh…Yeah!” His ears were visibly red. “But I just don’t understand why you don’t like the way you look in a saree. I can confidently say that I’ve never seen you look more beautiful. Although you look beautiful every day!”
He walked to you and softly placed his hands on your hips. “And I especially love how the saree shows off your love handles. It also makes it easier for me to grab them,” he smiled excitedly.
What did you do to deserve this man. You kissed his lips, leaving a stain from your lipstick. “Thanks Choso. Maybe I’ll wear a saree more often if you like it that much?”
“Oh my days yes!” He hugged you tightly but quickly realized you had just gotten ready and didn't want to mess up your outfit. “Oh sorry, did I ruin your makeup?”
“I couldn't care less,” you said as you looked up at him with eyes full of love. He smiled at you, the corners of his lips reaching his eyes.
