#inline style

[hydrossity-zone]

@sonicfashionweek Day 1: Y2K | Alt

was blasting Avril Lavigne the whole time while sketching these teehee

[tables-has-vanished]

Sure my friends can draw better than me, but can they do... This?

*proceeds to pull up a webpage with "FAGGOT" in red text in h1 on a blue background.*

[thestylewhale]

Impala x Barbie Lightspeed Inline Skate

[moonstar0002c]

sm sketches, a bit of figuring out how to draw fnaf sb chraracters, a bit of design work and a bit of style change

also i'm gonna try and redesign the fnaf sb characters at sm point (although i've technically already done sun and moon in that regard... but i might go a bit extra if i do decide to do them lol)

also i have no idea what sythe design to pick, i might combine a few but i'm not sure how i'd go about it oof

[shoresdevelopment]

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[thesugarhole]

i dont want a badboy figure made never ever unless nagimiso (or someone of similar intent) has a hand on it because then theyd just make him look like a len instead of a badboy

[cougarskate]

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[a-crowcats-nonsense]

I decide to use HTMl posting because I thought it would be easy. WHY IS THE INLINE STYLING BEING EVEN MORE OF A BITCH THAN USUAL

[gagande]

PureCode software reviews | Inline Styles: Quick and Simple

Inline styles offer a fast and straightforward method to implement specific style changes in React. They can apply directly within JSX and dynamically altered in response to user interactions such as mouse hovers or clicks.

[late-draft]

Wooooooooo here's the design for Zuko in his villain era in S1 in my Last Air Keyholder AU - big sci-fi story in a megapolis where gangs of firebenders race using bending to boost speed. Zuko is one of the best ones in the world (mostly because he wastes time and energy practicing as he has nothing better to do, seeing how his father tasked him with finding the lost Avatar). Aang gets woken up by Katara and Sokka from a cryo pod deep underneath the city, 1000 years after the last airbender was seen.

The biggest difference in design is that unlike how he was forced into this hairstyle in canon series, here Zuko chooses to wear it this way. I think that would be an interesting situation. Each bending style has a key holder and a symbol, the firebending one looks like a dragon spitting lightning if you squint! Based on what I researched, looks like Zuko defaults to using Hi-Low unrockered design for aggressive inline skating. He used to suck at this too and would often fall backwards. He wears a special overcoat and jacket with a sewn-in assistive technology that lets him fire lightning without damaging his own body. Iroh finances all repairs for Zuko's equipment. His uncle may not be the owner and head of the strongest enterprise in the world like his father, but Iroh still owns an entire skyscraper at the outskirts of the city.

But when the Avatar actually appears, they engage in chases across the megacity at breakneck speeds. Aang, however, doesn't use any technology other than his airbending! And firebenders were told that their bending is at the top of the pyramid and that's why it outclassed and pushed out all other benders who are now in a much smaller number compared to them.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Things I Want To Do To Her (One Shot)

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (a mention of Steve Rogers x Reader)

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to meet you. It's not that he doesn't want you. He's seen the photos. He's heard the stories from your mutual friends. You're the most beautiful omega he's ever seen, and you sound kind, fun, intelligent and possibly a bit of a handful. You'd be a good match for him AND Steve according to Natasha. He has no problem with sharing, he's not a prude. But that's the problem. Bucky has always been a little kinky, but over the years and as his alpha grew desperate for a mate, it had taken a new form. And that would be too much for you right?

Warnings: A/B/O, mentions of kinks

The wind swept around you as you stepped out of the car, a few metres away from the bar you were meeting your best friend and her new pack at. You pulled your leather jacket around yourself to keep out the early spring chill, glancing at yourself in the window of a nearby store as you did. You still weren't sure of the outfit that the girls had helped you pick out over the group chat.

Thigh high boots with a red silk strappy dress, accompanied with your leather jacket didn't sound great when the girls had pieced together your outfit.

"The dress has a sexy slit to show off the boots."

"They're Louboutin they go with anything."

"It's sexy and edgy all at the same time."

"Do your hair in that messy bun style but not a mum bun. The one that looks like you've just been fucked through the weekend."

"And red lips."

"And nails."

You'd become their life size Barbie.

Darcy, your best friend, and the reason you'd found yourself in this situation, had text you on the side.

"Do you think this is what it's like to have sisters?"

"This is your pack." You'd replied. "Better get used to it."

"They're going to be yours too."

Were they though? You'd been swerving meeting the alphas of the pack for months. Sure the other's were great. A mix of beta, omega and alphas but Steve and Bucky were THE alphas of the pack. Although Natasha had pushed the most, the whole pack had insisted you were a good match for each other.

But it didn't seem right somehow. Steve and Bucky were war heroes. Bucky had been a prisoner of war and lived his life as an amputee. They both had to deal with PTSD on a regular basis. Surely they wanted a nice quiet omega. One that would do as she was told. Not one that struggled to keep her mouth inline, swung at alphas that grabbed her ass, who's body was scattered with scars and wrote smut for a living.

So you avoided them. Arriving after they'd left, having other friends with plans or emergencies, or having another suppressant migraine. When Pepper told you she was making you an appointment with the best suppressant doctor there was, you faulted and agreed to call in and say hello the next time they were at Quill's bar. You already knew it clashed with another friend's birthday, so you could still swerve it. Or so you thought.

Your newly mated friend looked at you with her big cyan eyes, still a little high on heat and emotion and told you that she wanted you to be happy too.

"Fine, but only one of them. Meeting them both might send me into a heat and then we'll both have that high on sex look on our faces."

"That works." Natasha had said, sliding into the blanket pile you and Darcy had created on the couch. "Steve's on a VA weekend."

"Just make sure you tell him if it's Bucky. I know he wasn't sure about this either."

Natasha wasn't sure who'd let slip about Bucky's stubbornness and whoever it was, she was sure they didn't know the full reason. That was only for Bucky and Steve, and her prying of course.

A wolf whistle snapped your attention back to the matter in hand.

"Hey hotness, where are you going? Can I join you?"

You looked around and realised it was aimed at you. Maybe this outfit is okay after all. You adjusted your crossbody bag and tightened the grip on the gift bag in your hand. Bucky's birthday presents sat wrapped inside of it. His birthday had been a week before and you really had been busy when Sam had text you about a games night for the "birthday grump". You just weren't about to admit that being busy involved The Real Housewives and takeout.

You straightened your posture and walked towards the bar. An alpha held open the door for you as you entered and you felt their eyes glancing over you.

"This outfit definitely IS okay." You thought to yourself. You sniffed, picking up the scents of your friends as Quill called your name and pointed towards the far corner, where Darcy and the others were gathered around a pool table. You heard him tell the alpha that had held the door open for you to take his eyes off you as you walked away. An overwhelming scent of an alpha swept up your nose and you felt you knees wobble. Darcy rushed over towards you and pulled you into a tight hug. The way she giggled at your arrival and the smell of cocktails on her breath told you she was tipsy. Natasha and Laura followed her, each hugging you and assure you that you looked great.

It was then you heard it a deep rumble of a growl from an alpha. The group made up of nearly all their friendship group snapped to look in the direction of the growl. A voice followed causing some of them to look away.

"I thought I told you all not to do this." Came a gruff voice. Bucky appeared in your line of vision, as he stepped around Thor and Loki. The three of them situated around a tall table, that was covered in glasses and a pitcher of beer. "Natalia, was this you?"

Nat looked away and cast her eyes down, as Darcy curled into her side. You'd never seen Natasha look nervous but the alpha's growl had clearly put her in her place. Laura squeezed your hand and you side-eyed her to see her mouth "sorry" at you as Clint pulled her away.

It was then you realised.

They hadn't told him you were coming.

"I told you I didn't want to meet her! Did you all know?"

There was a mix of "no, of course not", "I told you idiots this was a bad idea", "this was going to happen soon or later".

He growled again and took a step towards you. His eyes raked up and down you, and you watched as he licked his lips.

"And you?" He said through gritted teeth. "Did you know? Did you go along with this?"

He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at you. Was this fucker trying to intimidated you? You'd met enough asshole alpha's through your life and weren't going to let another one push you around and dominate you, not outside of the bedroom anyway. You stood up straight and glared back.

"Don't you dare growl at me Alpha!" You said back firmly. Bucky raised his eyebrows. If you were intimated you were hiding it pretty well. "They told me you knew I was coming, that you were okay with it. I didn't want to meet you either!"

Bucky let out a sound somewhere between a huff and a growl. Annoyed you took a step towards him and for a moment he wonders if you're going to swing at him. There's a fierce look in your eyes and his thoughts immediately go to the image of fucking that look off your face. He feels his dick harden as you stare him down. His canines grow longer at the thought of covering you in marks and he licks them as he looks you over again. Would Quill bar him if he bent you over the pool table?

Your eyes met and you raised an eyebrow at him as you wrinkled your nose? Could you smell how aroused he was? He was wearing a blocker but if you could smell him, read his body like this, he was fucked. In everyway possible. God he wanted you to fuck him. Ride him like a good girl.

"Fuck" He growled, turning and storming through the bar.

You turned to Natasha.

"You told me you told him!" You snapped. You turned towards Darcy, who looked down sheepishly. "Really? You know I didn't want to do this!"

Your voice broke at the last moment. How dare he act like he didn't want you! You didn't want him either! Only you did. You really did. And you were a little bit gutted he didn't want you.

"Come on babygirl." Sam said appearing at your side. "Let's get you a drink."

He threw an arm around you as Maria slid up on the other side and looped her arm in yours and pulled you towards the bar.

"Someone should check on Barnes." Thor pointed out. There were calls of "nope", "like hell", "Pepper don't we have dinner reservations", "should we call Cap, I'm calling Cap" "Scott don't be a tattle tale", around the group. You saw a flick of red hair as Natasha followed Bucky's route. Darcy hugged you from behind as she drunkenly rested her head on your shoulder, an apology muffled into your jacket.

When Natasha finds Bucky, he's in the smoking area outside, dragging on a cigarette.

"Really Yasha? You said you'd quit."

"Yeah, well being the alpha to this pack, with all of you, forced me to start again. And you can't say shit with that thing." He replied gesturing at Nat's vape as she pulled it from her pocket.

"It's CBD. It's not the same."

"Whatever."

"You should try it. It might help you relax enough to get your head out your ass."

"I have to feel like I'm in control."

"Oh believe me, we know."

"You know what I mean."

"It's not like that, it helps me relax, there are other ways to relax too you know." She said raising an eyebrow at him.

"Stop."

"Was it really that bad? Meeting her."

"Yes."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I wanted to meet her like this? In Quill's damn bar of all places?"

"Well you've been putting it off long enough."

"You have no idea what you've done."

"So tell me."

Bucky didn't reply as he put out the finished cigarette in his hand and immediately lit another. He dragged on it as he turned away from Nat and the bar, and stared down the street. Natasha gave him a few minutes before stepping in front of him. She looked up at him, remorse in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Yasha, but we want you to be happy. Steve too. And I think you could be happy with Y/N."

She cast her eyes down as he glanced down at her, a sign of respect. He shook his head in disappointment. His reply came through gritted teeth.

"But that's the thing Natalia. You don't know shit. You don't know what I want. What I want to do to her. How I want her in any and everyway possible. How I wanted to rake my teeth all over her body and make her cum right there and then in front of you all. How I want to fuck her everywhere. How I want to bend her to my submission. Lay her out in my den, fuck her over the kitchen counter, in the tub, the shower. Tie her up and fill her until she's bred. Keeping her barefoot and pregnant and full of my knot, until she's given us at least half a dozen pups and don't get me fucking started on what I want to do to her whilst Steve watches."

"I standby what I said James, I think you'll be a good match."

He scowled down at her. Why wasn't she surprised?

"You and Steve aren't as quiet as you think you are, especially after you've drank Thor's home made wine. Darcy and Y/N aren't exactly quiet drunks either. Throw in some tequila and the conversation would even make Tony blush. You should talk to her."

"And say what? Oh hi, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I want to bend you like a pretzel. I know omega's don't do the whole submitting thing these days but would you mind? I know I'm a crippled alpha with one arm, a bunch of trauma and extra pounds but I'd really like to fuck you into the backseat of my car."

Natasha smirked as she glanced over his shoulder. A smell washed over Bucky. You. How much had you heard? You were quick to let him know as he followed Natasha's gaze and your eyes met. You shrugged.

"I mean, I wouldn't lead with the whole pretzel thing. Maybe skip back to the part about making me cum in front of everyone. The whole den, kitchen thing was great."

You took a step towards him and Bucky was hit with the smell of your arousal, and he realised you'd had to cross your legs to block the smell of the slick forming between them as you'd listened to his rant. Bucky felt something be shoved into his arms as his mind blurred and his canines forced themselves out again.

"Happy belated birthday asshole." You turned and left, Natasha followed behind, snapping her jaws playful at him as she went.

Bucky felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out he glanced down at a message from Steve.

"How bad was it?"

Fuck. He needed to put this right. He took a few deep breathes and headed back into the bar. You're not there. A couple of the girls are missing though so he's guesses that you're in the bathroom together. He returns to his spot next to Thor and Loki, just as Gamora slams down another pitcher of beer. She calls him an asshole, turns and leaves.

"So that went well." Loki quipped.

"Just don't alright."

"Oooo gifts." Tony said pulling at the bag. "What did she get you in the end?"

"I haven't looked yet. Wait, what do you mean in the end?"

"We've had some back and forth on what to get you?"

"And she asked you?"

Tony gasped in mock horror.

"I'll have you know I am in fact a very good gift buyer."

The four of them hear Pepper scoff from her place next to Maria at another table.

"Fine, she asked for a couple of my contacts."

"What?"

"It means there expensive Barnes!" Maria called over.

"You didn't think she just wanted your cash did you?" Sam asked as he joined them.

"If she went with what we spoke about they were very thoughtful too." Tony said.

Bucky rummaged through the bag.

"There's three things in here."

"Ooooo what'd you get?" Scott asked as he slid over.

The group stayed silent as Bucky unwrapped the first gift. A pristine, first edition copy of The Hobbit. His favourite book.

"Holy shit." He said as he rose from the stool. He looked around for you again but failed to spot you. Realising it wasn't a good idea to pass the book to his tipsy friends or place it on the beer filled table, he carefully placed it back in the gift bag. He pulled out another gift. Pulling off the paper he found a box, with Rolex printed across it. After his very large payout from the government, he'd developed an expensive taste in watches, and the one now in his hand was one he'd looked for. One identical to his late grandfathers. Limited edition and expensive.

"Babygirl must be making bank with those smutty books!" Sam quipped.

The last gift is in a long and narrow box. It's leather and expensive, and he's sure he's seen it before. Online somewhere maybe? He opens it and finds a pair of leather cuffs. They're small and certainly wouldn't fit him or Steve. They're for you. He snapped the case shut.

"Are they what I think they are?" Scott asked.

"Shut up!" He growled, pushing them back into the bag. The sound of the girls returning pulls all of their attention away from Bucky and those around the table buzz to see the next interaction. Only it doesn't come. You're not there.

"Where is she?" He growled.

"She left." Carol tells him. "You didn't really expect her to stay after the way you acted did you?"

"Mind you god damn business Danvers." He snapped, grabbing his jacket and the gift bag as he pushed passed anyone in his way.

"I'll text you her address." Natasha called after him.

"So which of us do you think will be godparents?" Maria asked, a debate breaking out immediately.

Natasha pulled Darcy into her arms and whispered into her ear.

"This time next year omega we'll be godparents."

[foreseers-flower]

monos portait mod u will always be famous but LOOK at sebastian. im going to explode

when im this busy my brain can literally only write whatever is appealing to me so strongly that i can be moved to finish it. and rn thats sebastian sdv getting ridden in an empty barn. whatever

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1977 Ford F-150 Ranger XLT 4×4

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Its solid front axle, leaf spring suspension, and high ground clearance made it tough on rough terrain. The Ranger XLT trim added premium features like chrome trim, woodgrain interior accents, and upgraded upholstery. The bold grille, square headlights, and two-tone paint options gave it a classic late-'70s Ford truck look.

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[mystxmomo]

Some design thoughts for Enclave in her Church of Eilistraee Era.

First of all, I want to thank everyone for giving me links to design stuff on this post. It was actually a massive help for gathering the direction that I wanted to go with this. I've placed some (long) general musing's I had while drawing this under the cut.

So. Originally, I wanted to play with this design note from Ed's twitter that you can find on the wiki:

"...Eventual cloaks, scarfs, shawls, and other over-the-shoulder garb was usually dyed midnight blue, and sparkled with tiny glitters, to resemble a starry sky..."

However, the phrasing of it really interested me. "Eventually" implies that this is a fashion style that might be pretty recent in development. Given that Enclave was working within Eilistraee's church in the God Given Faerun year of *squints* 1115, I decided to go with a few simpler styles that focused more on the silver-y, loose fitting outfits that are described in the 2e era content. I think, going forward, having this fashion divide of the "older era" vs the "newer era" could be really interesting, especially given the larger changes the church seems to go through down the line as a result of the masked lady era.

That's besides the point of why Enclave is here today, however. Today, she is a spy, and specifically spying on Eilistraee's church while she's still with Lolth.

All of the clothing here are things that can be "Easily slipped off," So to say. The first outfit is a loose-fitting dress that would fall off the second the clip is undone, the bulk of the fabric on her hunting gear is held together by intricate knots or through being held into place by the leather, and her furs are just like... a blanket. She's naked under there. But she IS comfortable and warm.

(While I am someone who is all for normalizing nonsexual nudity, clothing DOES have purpose outside of self-expression. + I also think, with communities like the church of Eilistraee, it's important to take into account that a casual worshiper or someone that grew up in the community probably isn't going around naked as often as the clerics themselves are. Even if I do imagine casual nudity is, nonetheless, pretty accepted.)

I wanted all of the colors to feel a little washed out. Even the leather of her equipment and the furs that she wears to sleep are a lighter shade than the equipment she keeps down the line.

While I liked some of the more elaborate pieces that got linked to me on the aforementioned post, Enclave is ultimately someone who feels more comfortable in practical clothing that's easy to move around in with minimal ornamentation. This is also something that pops up in her later design, as the designs that are both the most tight-fitted and ornamented are the clothing she tends to wear in her lolth-era. So I decided to go with some simpler outfits.

Finally, a lot of the details that I added here were purposefully done to have her stick out (From a symbolic design perspective.)

- She always has her hair styled up. Of course, in-universe this has practical application of being ways of keeping it out of her face. But out of universe, it's a way of separating her design from the churches expectations. Though she ends up growing her hair out, she never quite ends up wearing it the way it's expected to be, because she never quite ends up comfortable enough within the church to do so...

-The blue's that her pants use in her hunting uniform, while inline with Eilistraee's navy blue, is the same blue that is used in her lolth-era shirt. The colors of her true allegiance, while covered by the bulk of the outfit, are still showing through.

-Finally, the equipment she uses while on one hand accepted in Eilistraee's churches (as the bow with silver-tipped arrows IS described being things her community uses) is not their preferred equipment. It is also, however, not her preferred equipment either. While she knows how to use them, she has always been someone that prefers smaller, bladed weapons. Not only does she not entirely fit into the church, she isn't comfortable with the gear she has either...

-However, her influence within Eilistraee's church also ends up shining through when she returns to Lolth's church full time. She keeps her mostly down, with minimal styling. Likewise, the colors of the clothing she wears within lolths church are lighter than anyone she's surrounded herself with. In many ways, she never quit seems to fit in any of the communities she puts herself into, always a little influenced from the place she came from before....

[shoresdevelopment]

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[sushirrrry]

protective bodyguard harry blurb with smut please?

order a harry styles one-shot smut blurb; 4.5k words cw: oral sex, dom/sub, control kink, & strong language

The grasp on her arm was tight as he pulled her back away in the small room off to the side; she tried to get out of it before she huffed in his face. He let go for a moment, looking at her before the scowl on his face mirrored hers.

The room full of curtains, all the way up to the ceiling as they coated in the majestical way that the royal setting of the palace provided. The bright colors and the warmth of the light in the room seemed to be opposite to the behavior of which they stood.

As the door shut behind them; they were now alone, awaiting the orders of her officiates before the engagement that they were to be involved. Her royal highness was to be on the grounds today with her father, his royal majesty, to offer a showing of their efforts towards their charity gala that they would showcase that evening.

But her prior, childish behavior had sent her security into a tailwind of nervousness. In the nervousness, sat a deeper feeling that he couldn’t seem to overcome as he stared at the way that the black dress hugged the curves of her shape—the inline of her waist were held tightly with the expensive fabric, the sweet white ribbon held her hair back in a half-up ponytail as the rest wisped against the edges of her shoulders.

Harry couldn’t stand the way she flaunted around in such a manner; he couldn’t stand the way his hands ached to touch her, even if for a rough moment of punishment.

But maybe that was the issue.

“What was that for?” Harry snarled at her, “You think it’s funny to put yourself into those kinds of situations?”

She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked back at him with disgust.

“What do you mean? I was only offering a photo—”

“You cannot send yourself into the crowd like that, especially in the public engagements. He could have grabbed you, or worse. You know the protocol, and you know that you can’t do that. When will you learn?”

His breath was heated as he stared at her, practically backed into the corner as her sweet smiles from before now only replaced with the scathing frown.

“Nothing was going to happen to me,” She explained, “All he did was put his arm around me. It was possibly just out of habit—and you embarrassed me, pulling me away like that.”

Sure, yes, Harry knew that he may have been a bit overprotective in the sense of how he handled the situation, but he wasn’t going to let anyone touch her in a way that was past the protocoled handshake.

The way that her breath inflated had his eyes settled on her chest for a moment; his eyes lifted just slightly at the way that her stealth mirrored him. She wasn’t going to back down this time, and he could see the flames hidden in her hazel eyes.

“Your highness, I will not apologize for putting your safety at my highest concern.” He told her sternly, pushing his feet forward just a bit as he watched her take a step back. “You know that you’re not allowed to step into the crowds, nor are you allowed to insert yourself into them unprovoked, without proper authority to do so,” His hands sat in fists next to the trousers that had started to feel a tightness that he only wished would subside. “That’s an order.”

A sudden hint of a snap hit her below the stomach, like an overturned eighteen-wheeler. Her breath settled on the tip of her tongue as her eyes fluttered at the way that he spoke to her.

The way that his black trousers settled on his hips with the delicate tuck of the white button down that she had seen him wear every day, without fail. She watched the way that his lower arm flexed as his fist clenched and the rolled-up sleeves became tight.

The silence of the room didn’t deafen her, but the annihilation of the thumping of her heartrate could have, easily.

“Do you have any idea how angry it makes me when you don’t listen to me?” He further pushed, but the tone was lowered, almost like he just wanted her to understand that every part of him wanted her to listen—to succumb to the realization that there was security in knowing that she could trust him.

She settled her lips together, nodding a few beats before her chin nodded.

She did understand how angry it made him—she watched the way that his eyes sharpened whenever her hand would linger in the crowds for too long, or when someone would reach out and grab at her. With decorum, she would nicely try to retreat. She was a nice girl, after all, and she would never want to put the royal name in any distress.

But Harry watched her—felt her, knew her intentions were to have him watch her every move. It was almost impossible to ignore the way that his eyes flickered and stayed on her as he tried his best to keep her safe.

With keeping her safe meant having her all to himself. That was the only way that he knew she would be safe—if they were in a room, completely on their lonesome without another being around to possibly put a lingering hand on her.

When his being pushed her against the wall, the twenty-foot ceilings with wall-to-wall wallpaper that had been installed by her family hundreds of years prior, he felt the electricity of her

“You like playing these games because you,” His breath hitched as he watched her eyes focus on the way that his mouth moved around, playing with the words on the tip of his tongue, “You like being punished. Don’t you?”

She gasped as his hand firmly placed itself next to her ear against the wall, almost like he had demanded an answer, without giving her a moment to think. Her eyes were glazed over, as if knowing what was to come, but already knowing the feeling that his hands would have on her in a way that she craved.

She had always craved.

“Tell me.” He moved his face further into her realm, pushing her—coaxing her to do as he told. Somewhere in the line of his need for control lie her need to submit to him; it was a merriment of the two that urged his fingers to pull her to look up at him with a darkness that she ached for.

“I want you to tell me how much you need me under that tight, little dress,” His eyes referenced the dark material that hugged her in the most sensual way, but it was classic and modern and gave her the edge that the modern royals had needed, and what he had so desperately salivated over since he had been told that he was to watch over her.

Her breath came in sharp as he she tried to feel a separation from him, but couldn’t as his foot stood between her legs, his knee nudging her knees to stay apart. She tried to close her thighs but couldn’t. The smirk on his face was apparent as he knew she needed relief and wouldn’t be able to find any.

“I would never wear a dress like this,” She practically stuttered out; a pathetic line, as he knew that she was becoming putty in his hands just at the way her eyes were glass, “Unless I knew someone else would want to take it off, Mr. Styles.”

Harry’s lips parted at the words, watching as she practically fell directly into his trap—placing herself into his atmosphere as he ached for her need, her greediness to be seen.

He knew that they didn’t have much time. Someone would be looking for them, surely. But he didn’t care enough to process what would happen if they were caught in this. His attention firmly stayed on her, and he knew that if he didn’t address now, she would never listen to him again.

He couldn’t have that—he couldn’t have her disobey him. That was pure blasphemy, and he would never allow it.

“Am I to trust that you can watch the door?” The hint of a smirk the only emotion he could muster as he strained to explode in the confines of her gaze, “Can you do at least one thing correctly?”

She cocked her jaw out to the side as she raised a brow at his snarky comment.

“Am I to trust that you will actually be able to make me cum?”

Harry pushes his hips against hers, causing her brows to narrow as a slight reaction. The words that floated off her tongue were filthy, but he knew that he could clean her up in a matter of moments.

“I could make you cum just by my words, love,” His voice like venom, “Making you wait for my cock is just the punishment you need. Always getting what you want—you love playing this game because I’m making you beg for it. And I’ll play along because,” A humorless laugh leaves his lips, “Because you’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

“You,” She swallowed back her bite as she tried her best to study him. “Work for me.”

Harry brushed some of the hair from her face that he knew had fallen from the pretty ribbon that held her hair back in its place.

“Alright,” A broken smile placed on his face as he knew the game she was playing—a good game, at that.

“Walk away, then. Since you’re such a good little Princess, all proper and innocent,” He stared at the way that her lips part as he had moved away just a bit. “But I know that you want my tongue nestled between your thighs so bad, and you’d never give up the opportunity if it were to present itself to you. Trust me,” He said, “I will work for you.”

He watched as she thought for a moment; the tough exterior trying to remain but failing over and over again as her eyes lowered for a moment just at the thought of him moving away. She couldn’t help but think of the scorching hot heat of his tongue pressed into her, lapping up every ounce of wetness she had.

A subtle whimper left her lips as she struggled with the thought, backing against the wall enough that had his knee pressed directly into his cunt—just like he knew she wanted. The smirk that followed stated it all. She riled underneath him, pressing upwards a bit to try to get away from the feeling that elicit her, but knowing that she couldn’t fight it.

Even though she tried to push it away, she needed him in a way that felt almost animalistic. So, she surrendered to his pushback, letting her hands move up to rest on his shoulders as he felt the subtle pull towards her.

“That’s what I thought.” He said, a cocky tone milked from his throat as he won her convictions.

She tilted her head back as she could; the feeling of his hands running down the length of her body was all that she could have asked for in the moment. It was almost like heaven’s gate opened as she pulled her hips towards and into him. Harry’s eyes watched the length of her throat as she arched towards him just a bit.

His lips firmly attached to the skin, letting the softness underneath him feel scathing and almost unattainable. As he kissed down towards her collarbone, he made sure to nuzzle underneath the family heirloom pearls that rested against her skin.

Without another warning, he was on his knees before her—as if a metaphor for the way that he had been begging for this moment for the last three-hundred days that he had been notified he was to care for her; to watch her, to keep her safety as his priority.

All he had ever wanted was to be on his knees in front of her; kissing her, eating her in a way that craved every single moment that his eyes devoured her.

His fingers nudged the black fabric up her thighs, watching as it stretched over the subtly curves and dips of her hips. His knees settled on the ground as he allowed his eyes to stare up at her, watching as she arched against the wall, almost pushing her hips towards him to feel what he had been teasing.

“How long has it been?” His voice was hot on a whisper as he kissed the inside of her thigh, watching her reaction to him practically explode at the heat of his lips.

She swallowed back, “You would know,” She muttered, “You haven’t left my side in a year.”

At her words, he smirked with a knowingness; he knew that she hadn’t left his side. Their tension and weight of this had only been stewing for so long, and he was finally getting the opportunity to show her the way that he had always wanted her.

“You’re going to be fucking tight around my fingers, won’t you?” He spoke, his tongue feeling tingly as he asked the dirty words.

She bit her lip. “I don’t know what gave you the illusion that I was a prim and proper Princess,” She urged, “Surprised you never heard me moaning your name when my bedroom door was closed.”

It was his turn to whimper, just thinking of all the times he had traveled with her, knowing that she was safe behind the shut doors. He had wondered if her time alone was peaceful; knowing that no one else was around to bother her, as her public job was practically a lifestyle.

But now he knew that she thought of him as she fucked herself into oblivion on the cream, silk sheets—spread and open as if telepathically waiting for him to check on her. So fucking prim and so fucking proper.

“Got a mouth on you, hm?” He commented, a roughness to his tone as he held his hands against the skin of her thighs as his own mouth practically watered at the touch, “What would the commonwealth think of their dainty, little Princess with a mouth like that?”

“It’s a fun little act,” She huffed out, a smile on her lips as she bit on her lip at the way that the man’s eyes plead with certainty of need, “Even more fun sneaking around like this, don’t you think?”

“Hm,” Harry hummed, his eyes moving up to catch hers as he shakes his head a little bit, “’S a gift to me.”

His hands caress her thighs, moving the black dress up until he’s reached the periwinkle lace, accented with a baby pink bow right at the top. His eyes guide up to her as he feels the strong connection of their electrical magnetism forcing himself as close as he can; his lips attached to the skin right underneath the slim line where the dress is pushed up.

But, right above the pink bow.

“Even your dripping pussy has a bow for me,” His heated breath was hot on her skin as she whimpers at the feeling of his merciful pout on her delicate skin, “A gift all for me.”

She felt the way her knees wanted to bend inward at the way he made her feel; a horrific shuttering of need coursing through her, watching as his head moved its way further down, attaching itself to the outside lace. As if, to only get a small taste of her. He had been holding himself back to help control his appetite for what was underneath. A teasing approach that left her shuttering out a breath.

But he was starving for the contact in one way or another.

“Watch the fucking door,” He stated, pulling away for a minute. “Don’t you dare let us get fucking caught. You’re going to have an orgasm so fucking strong you aren’t going to know what hit you.”

“Yes—yes, sir.” She blinked a few times; hands wrapped around the longer curls that practically melted between her fingertips as he sat on his knees in front of her.

His eyes moved back up to her as he watched knees as they shook in a height of adrenaline and anticipation.

“So sweet. Such a good girl for me. Doing as I say.” He commented, one of the soft remarks he made as he kissed at her inner thigh knowing that she needed a bit of kindness to overlay with the tough punishment he was going to put her through.

His fingers interlaced with the waistband of the lace panties, the waistband on them laying around his fingertips as he pulled them down with a swoop. He couldn’t believe the way that his eyes attached to the dripping cunt that practically swelled with anticipation for him—watching her writhe as there was now no friction made his cock strain underneath the trousers.

“Touch yourself,” He whispered, “Show me where you need me.”

His head felt dizzy with the starvation of her as he watched her succumb to his order. Her fingers daintily placed along on the swollen bud of her clit, pressing softly as she moaned at the touch she craved for. His eyes dark with a blackness for what occurred in front of his eyes, knowing she rewarded him with every single move.

She wriggled underneath his stare, as he used his own to gently gather the wetness that lie between her thighs. The slickness of her desire coating his fingertips as he gathered them along the length of her swollen cunt, pressing upwards just a bit as he looked up to gauge her reaction to the feeling.

Her mouth opened slightly, a hitched gasp as she practically folded in half; her back arched enough to wanting his touch so bad she couldn’t hardly stand it any longer.

“C’mon, show me more,” He urged, tapping at her leg softly, “Here—put it up here.”

On his knees, he was situated between her legs as he helped her foot urgently rest against his shoulder. He wanted the most access; the most visual for his own selfishness, as he felt his mouth water at the way she opened for him.

“Christ,” He muttered under his breath as his fingers came back up to directly press against her clit, watching as she held onto him for balance now. The soft pump of her heel dug into his shoulder, but he knew the pain was causing the adrenaline to shoot through his body. “Gonna’ fucking devour you.”

It doesn’t take any longer for his tongue to press against the center of her; the way that she falls into his touch only makes sense. The dirty tongue that had been speaking nonsensical words of affection was now tasting her in a way that felt obliged and dutiful.

“Fuck—fuck,” She whined, pulling at the hair to practically push his tongue further into her depths as he lapped up the wetness collecting around her.

“Knew you’d taste like a fucking dream,” He pushed against her thighs to keep her spread for him, his hair falling into his face as he sucked gently on her swollen clit, which led to her shuttering in practical defeat. “Fuck, Princess.”

The small play of a nickname sent her stomach into a fit, letting her hips lead her into the grasp of his tongue as she pulled at the curls that rested in the curls of his hair. She pulled it when she felt the way that he inserts his middle finger, lapping around the entrance as he buried his nose to nudge against her clit.

The small amount of penetration leads her body to need—to swell around him, as he pulls back just a bit as if the sensitivity had gotten the best of her. His tongue lapped at her entrance, spitting directly where she needed him most—as if it wasn’t wet enough; he loved knowing that she could writhe against him and soak him like this.

“I want you to—”

Notably, the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood of the chamber floors seemed to catch their attention. It’s enough that both of their fantasies push away in a moment, almost like their bubbles had burst with knowing that being caught wasn’t an option.

Harry pulls away from her thighs as she fumbles with pulling the black dress down her thighs, down to the knees where the proper length was prior to Harry’s fingers pushing it upwards. Her eyes dash to the ground before kicking the periwinkle lace underneath the sofa that sat directly in front of her.

Harry had managed to pull himself together, throwing a hand through his hair as he used the back of his palm along his mouth, as if finishing the best meal of his life. He had thrown himself down on the sofa, adjusting his belt so that his straining erection would be hidden.

She stayed standing behind the sofa, hands on her hips as she tried to pretend as if the conversation, they were having was routine; like they had planned to be alone for the past few moments, while the door opened to reveal her mother and a few aided members of the house to push past the door then.

“It’s absolutely preposterous—” Her mother stated to the dignitaries that followed in her path, before her eyes fell to her daughter—the Princess—with almost a look of relief, “There you are.”

The Princess reacted, but Harry could see as he sat in front of her with his legs crossed and his arms covering across his chest. He looked up at the woman in the dark green floor length gown, and others who had come in her wake.

“Sorry, I just came to, uh,” She couldn’t wrap her brain around any words that made sense as the slickness between her thighs came back into his thoughts, the way her thighs moved against one another made her entirely too aware of the whiplash that just occurred.

“She was having a bit of a panic. A prick grabbed her out in the garden welcome ceremony, and wouldn’t let go, so we just came to cool off.” Harry stated, looking up at Her Majesty, who happened to be the mother of the woman he had just furiously been giving a pleasureful tongue towards.

The knowingness of it made his heartbeat race; knowing what had happened before the doors of this room should have been felt just by the energy, but the two of them were keeping their lips shut as they tried to remain orderly.

“Oh,” The older woman nodded a few times, looking between Harry and her daughter before she pursed her lips, “Very well, then. Are you feeling a bit better?” She asked.

The girl nodded, giving a tight smile before she came around the other side of the sofa—Harry looked at her now, noticing that her hands were white knuckled as she held them behind her back. He bit the inside of his cheek before rubbing his hands down the thighs of his pants, drying the sweat from his palms.

“Yes, yes, I am, thank you,” She answered, before giving a subtle nod; her eyes made their way back to Harry. Their eye contact clicked immediately before she took in a breath and cleared her throat. The girl looked back to her mother after a moment, “Let’s go back, then. I will meet you there.”

Her Majesty gave a curt nod before she turned back towards the large doors and made her way out of them, back down towards where the gala was being held.

Harry let out a breath as he shut his eyes, almost feeling the weight coming outwardly from his chest.

“That was close.” He muttered.

He stood in his place, pushing off of the sofa before the girl tightened the ribbon on the back of her hair. He noticed that she may have not been able to see it clearly, watching her move towards the large mirror that hung against the wall. Her head tilted to be able to see behind her.

Harry moved to where she stood, his hands placing themselves on top of hers as he fixed the ribbon on the top of her head to let the strands hand down along the length of her hair—the tie now tight to keep her hair in place; the girl smiled at him in the mirror before he noticed the hazel draw of her eyes, aligning with the smirk that she sports now.

A silence fell over them, but it was almost as if they had to just go back to the duties of their dignified jobs, knowing that getting caught in the act wasn’t an option they were both able to handle. Harry grabbed the jacket from the edge of the sofa; readjusting his sleeves to normal down the throw of his arm before moving to follow the girl out of the room.

Her legs move towards the door that had been opened, Harry following hot on her lead as he found the strength of his voice, muttering a few words back at her as they trudged through the palace halls; notable faces in large paintings being the only ones to hear the filth to slide off of his tongue.

“Just know that I’m not finished,” he told her roughly, as she walked in front of him; his voice gathering right behind her as they fled out of the room and towards the main gardens that would hold the charity lunch that had been ignored prior. His hand slipped along the flat of her back as he felt the urge to hold her against him; this time in a much different way, “I want to see you tonight, back in the west wing.”

She held her shoulders back; continuing to feel his lips pressed against the inner thighs that felt bare, but obscenely voracious at the same time. “Is that an order?”

His smirk pressed against his lips as he stayed behind her; knowing that her lead was made to make him feel that she was in charge again. He knew deep down that was surely not the case.

“That is an order.”

Without her smirk seen, she nodded a few times, turning her head just a bit as the smirk wiped away from her face so he didn’t get the satisfaction of knowing he caused it.

“Very well.” She agreed, nodding softly before he stopped to look at her; noticing the way that her eyes fell towards his lips. They stood in the hall for a moment, her back towards him as he stood behind her in protective line as he had been arranged to do.

And in that moment, he urged the scent of her wildflower perfume to push through his equilibrium as he breathed out a subtle word of agreement to hers: “Very well.”

The sound of her heels echoed through his mind as he thought of the next time he’d be able to have her once again. On his terms, nonetheless.