#look at lambo hes so beautiful

[norrisainz33]

baller || LN4

summary: lando has a massive crush on one of the wnba’s newest stars and he isn’t afraid to show it

pairing: lando norris x wnba!reader

fc & warnings: nika muhl & suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: nope! just trying to get myself back into writing and i love the wnba. will continue with requests soon 🫶🏻

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ynuser: time to get to work

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user1: i’m in love

user2: the most gorgeous girl

jackhughes: looking good

user3: good luck tonight!!!

landonorris: work it girl 😍🤤

maxfewtrell: i knew you’d be here

user5: lando norizz has arrived right on time

user4: when will y/n put lando out of his misery

user6: this vroom vroom man won’t quit

sbird10: making seattle proud y/n!

yourbff: very demure, very mindful, very gorgeous

ynuser: very cutesy

user6: major buckets incoming

user7: fashion ICON

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carlossainz55: since when do you follow basketball……

landonorris: since i met the most beautiful girl in the world at a party and learned she plays professional basketball

carlossainz55: ay dios mio cabron. what party????

landonorris: a party lewis encouraged me to attend in miami. he knows her through modeling or something

carlossainz55: ahh the one party i did not attend! well best of luck to you lando

maxfewtrell: mate i can’t keep defending you

landonorris: you don’t have to defend me 😭

maxfewtrell: do you even know how basketball works?!

landonorris: YES!!!! need i remind you im friends with jimmy butler?! he gave me a crash course

maxfewtrell: well thank god for that

user8: you’re obsessed

user9: i get it lan!! y/n is hot id be thirsting like a freak over her too if i was you

oscarpiastri: has she noticed you yet?

landonorris: besides following me on instagram she has not engaged

oscarpiastri: have you idk….. messaged her???

landonorris: ummm no that would be too much

oscarpiastri: and you hyping up her team on your story and commenting on all of her posts isn’t too much?

landonorris: nope not too much at all

oscarpiastri: 🫠 ok bud

lewishamilton: you’re really trying here huh?

landonorris: 😔 yes

lewishamilton: well it must be your lucky day because she just asked about you

landonorris: WHAT SHE ASKED YOU ABOIT ME?! OHMOGMGOGM

lewishamilton: yes.. she asked if we were going to be spending any time in the US before austin

landonorris: i wasn’t planning on it but if she wants me to i will hop on the first flight

lewishamilton: i told her that i may be and that if she’s curious about you … that she should text you herself 😉

landonorris: i feel faint

user10: love that you’re supporting women’s sports king

user11: you really said i have a crush and it’s now everyone’s problem and i love you for it

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landonorris: it’s all about the details 🎆

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user11: lando you never fail to make the best helmets

quadrant: quadrant on track 🎆

mclarenf1: an iconic helmet for an iconic driver

user12: oh this helmet is so hot

maxfewtrell: ready to cook

user14: is no one going to mention y/n in the likes

ynuser: nice helmet

landonorris: thanks y/n. i made it myself 😉

user14: OMG AHES INTHE COMMWNTS TOO

user15: someone check on lando stat

user16: best day of lando’s life fr

user17: guys we need to be normal about this and be wingmen for lando

user18: so true user17

user18: ynuser lando saves puppies in his free time and was kind enough to lend me his lambo

user19: ynuser lando helped my grandma cross the street!

user22: ynuser lando bought me a house!!

user33: ynuser lando saved a kitten from a burning building!!

maxfewtrell: these comments are killing me 😂

user13: you’re going to win this weekend i just know it

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seattlestorm: gorgeous as always

user9: ugh i’m so obsessed with you

yourbff: how do you manage to make everything look hot

ynuser: you should know bby

landonorris: todays fit is a good fit

ynuser: why thank you lando

landonorris: omg

landonorris: i mean… anything for you y/n

ynuser: anything you say?

landonorris: just about!

ynuser: when are you coming to a game then?

landonorris: i didn’t know i had an invite

ynuser: of course you do!! seeing as that you’re such a big fan and all 😉

landonorris: consider me there

ynuser: you going to invite me to a race?

landonorris: i have a paddock pass with your name on it 😏

ynuser: consider me there

user11: can’t wait to see you cook in the playoffs!!

patriciooward: you gonna come see me or what 🤔

ynuser: i’ll be in the paddock if you will!

patriciooward: HA yes i’ll be there. looking forward to seeing you

user13: f1 and lando brought me here and i have to say im not mad about it

jackhughes: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user10: the wnba is lucky to have you!!

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landonorris: quick pit stop to catch the playoffs. the storm are finals bound lfg p1 here they come!

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seattlestorm: it was great to have you join us lando!!

landonorris: thanks for having me!

user14: oh my god it’s happening

maxfewtrell: mate stand up

landonorris: oh i’m up mate don’t even worry

user17: lando taking shooting his shot to the next level

ynuser: thanks for stopping by lanny

landonorris: of course y/n/n, no place i’d rather be

user7: i’m rooting for you guys

user46: you got this lando let’s goooo

user17: she called him lanny im ???

user22: he’s so pretty, she’s so pretty ,, they’re perfect for each other

mclarenf1: we love women’s sports in this house

ynuser: yes we do!!

user33: LETS GO STORM!!!

maxverstappen1: oh did someone get his chance?

landonorris: perhaps

user45: y/nlando truthers unite

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user18: YESSSSSS

user22: i’ve never been so invested in an american sport before

user76: you posting her as if yall together!! you might just be as delusional as me king

oscarpiastri: how is the winning her over going

landonorris: you’d be surprised but i think it’s working!! we’ve gone on 3 dates and talk every day 😭

oscarpiastri: im so proud of you man

mclarenf1: woohooo let’s goooo!!!

maxfewtrell: i thought we agreed you’d post the team photo and not the one of just her

landonorris: she just looked so cute and happy tho

maxfewtrell: but this makes it look like you’re dating

landonorris: i wish we were 😭😭😭

maxfewtrell: i know i know

patriciooward: i put in a good word for you with y/n

landonorris: you are a real one pato

user87: you are a fan girl just like me

user34: the most supportive boyfriend but not boyfriend i’ve ever seen

user19: you’re nothing if not persistent

user77: you posting more about y/n than you do anyone else

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f1gossip: following her first wnba title, y/n was spotted celebrating with friends at a popular nightclub. we received this anonymous intel: “i was in the bathroom and heard a girl loudly talking on her phone. when i realized it was y/n i tried to be chill and not bother her but couldn’t help but over hear her conversation. she said “i wish you were here lando” and “i can’t just fly to mexico to be with you” and “no no no you can’t just fly here right now from mexico” and “ok maybe i could fly to brazil but maybe you should just come here for an extended stay before vegas.” needless to say she was definitely talking to lando and it sounded like they were more than friends!”

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user44: ok hittin us w the invasion of her privacy

user7: oh my god our boy did it - he bagged his baddie

user99: obsessed with him trying to solve her problems and immediately trying to fly to her

user67: hoping if i post really obnoxiously about my celebrity crush they’ll too have no choice but to want me

user1: i can’t believe after the last 5 months of pining he’s actually gotten the girl

user9: i’m not believing nothing until we see if from them

user12: y’all gotta stop speculating about these two

user13: amazing day for annoying people (me)!

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ynuser: what happens in vegas stays in vegas

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user12: cryptic 🤔

user7: she’s in the paddock 😭😭😭😭

user33: omg shes at the grand prix someone please check on our boy lando

oscarpiastri: was a pleasure meeting you y/n!

ynuser: likewise oscar!! had a great time getting to know you and lily

maxverstappen1: so nice to meet you!! looking forward to you wiping the floor with me when we play that game of padel you promised

ynuser: remember, you told me you’d play basketball with me in exchange!!

maxverstappen1: how could i forget?

user35: adore the fact that max will beg anyone and everyone to play padel with him

user47: i’d love to see max playing basketball 😂

user55: wnba x f1 crossover i never knew i needed

landonorris: hopefully things that happened in vegas can happen outside of vegas too 😉

ynuser: if you play your cards right mr norris 😏

user7: i feel like im interrupting something here

user47: ugh you are always serving so hard in your fits girl

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user17: YOURE ON A DATE!!! WITH Y/N I HOPE

user18: shocked you didn’t tag her mate

maxfewtrell: so you can post a story but not reply to my texts asking how it went??

landonorris: sorry i was busy 😉

maxfewtrell: oh my god.. you sealed the deal?

landonorris: yes i did! say hello to the wnba’s newest wag

maxfewtrell: never doubted you for a second

landonorris: yes you did but it’s ok

ynuser: thank you for a lovely dinner 🤍

landonorris: of course gorgeous 🧡

landonorris: and thanks for giving me a chance 🥹

ynuser: i should be thanking you for your persistence. i’m so glad we met lando

landonorris: likewise y/n/n

user22: i’m screaming and crying and throwing up

carlossainz55: looks like the devotion to basketball is paying off?

landonorris: yes sir it is 😉

user55: queuing that should be me by justin bieber rn

user66: that’s our BOY

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landonorris: never doubt me again

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user17: NEVER DOUBTED FOR A SECOND

user6: my bad king , i didn’t realize you had this much game

maxfewtrell: i’m not even allowed to touch your car let alone sit on it

landonorris: yeah well you don’t sit on my face so why would i let you sit on my car [comment has been deleted by user]

user17: WE SAW THAT LANDO

user88: lando you naughty boy omg

oscarpiastri: thank god

landonorris: thanks for sticking with me bestie

user43: couldn’t be happier to see this hard launch

ynuser: we are so hot

landnorris: the hottest

seattlestorm: safe to say that we are formula 1 fans now

user83: i’ve never rooted for a couple more than this one

user92: he got the girl, he got the win, he’s got it all. let’s go lando

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[gagaewo]

BIG FLIRT | BIG JERK ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Synopsis: 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒙𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

cw: AFAB in mind, crack, fluff fluff fluff, suggestiveness, teasing, pet names (babe, baby, cutie), he can be a jerk when he wants to be, drug use (Mary Jane only once), masturbation (m), virginity loss, p in the v (wrap it before u tap it), squirting mention, oral sex (f), aftercare always a must!

wc: 1.9k

a\n: I'm supposed to finish choso x bimbo!reader, but instead I got side track and decided to write this to boost my brain up ^^. I'm very rusty so I apologize if it's not good, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY :D!

inspiration: big flirt by lil hero

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

❀𝑺𝑭𝑾❀

Boyfriend!Satoru - is infatuated in everything about you; and when he means everything, he means everything! Heart-shaped eyes seeing you, however, state you're in. He's obsessed with the way you smell, look, feel, and taste. Makes sure you know you're the most beautiful thing his six-eyes laid on.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who enjoys seeing you become flustered when he gives you surprise kisses on your face. He'd grab you by your waist, shoulders, hands, neck (his favorite part to wrap his hands around), and give you a sweet 'smack'!The way you shy your face away afterward always boosts his ego just a little.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who's on top of you when you wake up most mornings. His body weight crushes you in, so you can't escape :P. Other times, he's behind you; muscular arms wrapped around your mid-section tightly, breath tickling your ear when he lets out soft snores. Snuggled in so nicely he never ever wants to leave, and gets whiny when you do try to leave his grasp.

Boyfriend!Satoru - Buys you an expensive gift anytime you accomplish a big goal! Got a raise at your current job? Congratulations he just bought you a fucking Lamborghini. Didn't like the model? Oh, it's okay he'll just buy you another Lambo, but the newest model (the one that's not even out yet), you quite literally can not deny such a gift either. It's not just cars he'll get you. No- it depends on the last thing you look at on shopping sites, and he'll immediately buy everything in your wishlist/cart. Why? Because you work so hard to accomplish your goals he just HAS to do something for you!

Boyfriend!Satoru - who accidentally got you high because Suguru brought him edible brownies. You also have a sweet tooth like Satoru - so you decided to try some! Which left you laying on the couch and staring at the ceiling for two hours. Satoru silently freaking out; giving you your third cup of water now. How many grams were in the brownies, you ask? 1000 MG. Safe to say you slept for a good 14 hours after that incident.

Boyfriend!Satoru - Play fights with you when you're in a low mood, hoping it will work to take your mind off the small stuff. With his great strength he can easily pick you up and gently slam you down into the ground, couch, or the bed; one thing he always does is place his large hand on the back of your head just incase he miscalculated, so you won't seriously get hurt ^^.

However, when you do get mad at him, he has a difficult time trying to understand your feelings. Sometimes, trying to be 'funny' when you're talking to him about something serious doesn't always work. So, Boyfriend!Satoru - who would do anything for you - buys you bouquets and bouquets of your favorite flowers (mixed with blue flowers that match his eyes), with the most adorable sad look in his eyes as he confronts you with a soft tone that he's sorry. Of course, you forgive him.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who really knows how to piss you off on purpose, even though he meant no harm; he just can't help but want to see the way you glare at him again. You know how he's a striking 6'3 "man? Of course, you're going to be shorter than him, and he takes advantage of it! Wondering where the cookie jar suddenly went? Oh, it's on top of the fridge. Pushed all the way in the corner back. Now you're going to need a stepping stool, or you're climbing onto the counters.

"Satoru! Stop messing with the cookies!"

"You know, it's getting pretty boring hearing you blame me for misplacing things~"

"You fucker you pushed it too far!"

"Did not!"

Sat on the couch comfortably, his eyes watched the way you stood on your tippy toes, your arm's reaching at the top of the white fridge- palm out trying to reach the cookies. He bit back a chuckle watching you struggle, but he admired the view anyway. The shirt you wore just slightly - your panties now in his view. Standing up swiftly, Satoru amble his way over with a growing smirk on his lips.

Letting out a huff, you cursed silently. You turn around to go find the stepping stool - only to be blocked by Satoru. His sweet cologne filled your senses. His hand - rather bigger hands than yours - gently placed onto your shoulder softly massages your muscle.

"Here baby, let me get it for you."

Brows furrowed, a smack echoed in the kitchen when you slap his hand away. "Why do this on purpose?"

Not bothered by the stinging sensation, His glossy lips pulled into a smirk. "Do you know why my sweetie?" He spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

His other hand, palmes your blood filled cheeks, caressing softly with the pad of his thumb. Face scrunched up, your cheeks hot, feeling more irritated. "Because you like pissing me off."

Hearing your grumbled response, he adjusted both of his hands, placing his palms on your cheeks, and then lightly mushed them. Letting out a deep sigh, his eyes dart everywhere on your face; observing the way your eyebrows still furrowed and your eyes glaring at his.

Grinning now, he leaned down, pressing a sloppy butterfly kiss on the bridge of your nose; earning a soft annoyed grunt from you.

"Forgive me for my little stunt, and I'll give you your cookies back."

You scoff, now avoiding eye contact with the blue eyed-sorcerer. You bring his hand closer to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. "I suddenly don't want my cookies anymore-"

Removing his hands from your grasp, he kneels down, wrapping his arms around your thighs before lifting you up. A shirek escaped your throat as your view of the kitchen looked higher. You were now leveled with the cookies. You didn't understand why he couldn't just grab it himself for you. But, alas, he loves showing off his strength to you.

"Get the cookies baby, I know you want them~"

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Boyfriend!Satoru -, who loves to grope you anytime he can. His large hands on your body, anytime of the day - just grabbing at your sides, breast, ass, and thighs. (Pouts anytime you'd pull away cause the mf pulls that shit in public, too :P)

"Dont reject my love! I just want to hold you, baby~"

"Satoru, please, we're in the middle of the store, and people are looking!"

"They can stare i dont care- OOH, can we get some mochi ice cream?"

Boyfriend!Satoru - who was your first, who took your virginity sweetly. Who made sure you were comfortable in his king-size bed, his hand in yours interlinked softy; slowly rolling his hips into yours. Kissing any tears away, he'd stay still for a moment waiting for your 'okay'. Your pleasure will always come first before his.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who gets sexually frustrated when he isn't inside you for a day. Ever since you guys took it to the next level, he's been HOOKED and swears he'll never get enough of you. You underneath him or on your knees plays in his mind 50% of the time, the other 50% is your eyes and smile.

Boyfriend!Satoru - fists his cock thinking about you, letting out sweet groans into the echoed bedroom just thinking about you. He never felt so starved from your touch before till now, when you're busy or at your own place - he figures his dirty thoughts to himself. But that doesn't stop him from sending you pictures, videos, or whimper audios if you so ask nicely.

Boyfriend!Satoru - whose favorite position with you is probone. Addicted to the way you feel beneath him, he seriously couldn't get enough. The way your pussy clutched against his pretty dick so tightly when he hit that sweet spot always made his eyes roll into his head.

"Mmhmfm~...f-uck Satoru~"

"Shhhh just take it baby, yeah don't even worry I got you-"

Your hands clutching his white bed sheets, knuckles turning white as you moaned out. Your mouth in a 'O', panting just slightly; his cock so deep in you you felt it all. You felt the way he glided in and out of you at a settle but fast pace. A sudden whimper left your mouth when he'd suddenly quicken his pace up. Letting go of the bed sheet with one hand, it went flying to your mouth, letting it muffle your pornographic whines. Face burning up, you felt so hot.

Oh but Satoru didn't like that. He loved hearing every sound coming from your mouth, he lived on it as it was his oxygen. Leaning onto one arm, his now free hand swiftly- snatching your hand from your mouth. He then pinned that arm against your back, grip tight as he tuts, "Nuh-uh, none of that baby I wanna hear you."

Boyfriend!Satoru - makes you squirt at least 2 times before penitrating. It was a rule he settled (in his head, at least), so it would help you take him in better. And it did work, arguably working a little too good, because after that, he gets to savor in your fucked-out face. You wouldn't shy away as much anymore and let everything out.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who has denied your orgasm 4 times in a hour, to be fair he thought you deserved it. You were pressing your breast all in Suguru's face, after all. This was the outcome every time you pulled petty shit.

"Please please please Toru, lemme cum please im sorry~!"

"You're so sorry? Hah, what if I get Suguru in here and watch you cum on my tongue like a bitch in heat huh? You like him don't you?"

Practically sobbing, you shake your head, trying not to fumble on your words. Mascara running down your face with your salty tears, "N-No no I like you~ nngh please lemme cum!"

Slurping up his own saliva on your pussy, he gives it a slight slap before pressing two fingers inside your walls immediately. "You wait till im done playing with you. Got it?"

Boyfriend!Satoru - after a good fuck session he always treats you well. Pampering you with kisses and praises, making sure you were alright and he didn't go too far.

A kiss there and another kiss there, he litters your face with his soft kisses. You laid there, sweaty, hot and sore. Your muscles ached, making you hiss when you tried to sit up. Satoru who immediately took notice of your discomfort, gently pressed you down back on the bed.

"I'm sorry cutie I should've went easy on you."

You shook your head, a small smile appeared on your features. "I'm okay toru." You inhaled a deep breath, letting it out shortly after. Your mind was at peace but feeling a little worn out, you really could use a nap.

Pressing another kiss to your cheek, he got up from the bed with a small grunt. Aiming towards the bathroom to grab a wash cloth, not wanting you to nap in your mixed cum.

Coming back a couple seconds later with a pep in his step, he climbed back on the bed. The warm wash cloth startling you a little, than slowly you relaxed in his touch.

"Just relax baby, let Satoru clean you up, then you can rest, yeah?" He let out a breathy chuckle, taking in your post-orgasm glow.

Subtly nodding you let out a hum in acknowledgment, feeling yourself slipping into unconsciousness you then spoke in a soft tone, "Love you."

The warm wash cloth smoothly glided over your skin, wiping the cum off your pussy with caution. A soft giggle erupt in the room that came from you. Smiling softly at your laughter he sighed heavily, tiredness and in admiration of you. "I love you too."

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 | sub!robert fischer x dominatrix!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you're a professional dominatrix, he's a restless heir in desperate need of being put in his place; you both know what this is. it's just your job, it's just his fetish. no reason to make it more complicated than that, right?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 7.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut (18+ only), bdsm dynamics, reward/punishment, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral f and m receiving, cnc (meaning he says no but it's not literal, there's a safeword in place for that), angst and fluff at the end, presumably inaccurate depictions of sex work and dominatrix-ing, robert cries. a lot.

You weren’t expecting much when you met him, just another rich boy with daddy issues and an Italian suit. 

And… yeah, you were pretty much exactly on the money.  The very literal money— Robert was already paying almost double what anybody else was, in order to have a monopoly on your time.  But, that said, he still managed to surprise you.

First of all, you were surprised how little experience he really had with this.  People tend to ease into paying thousands of dollars for an on-call professional dominatrix; but Robert had the money and impulsive personality necessary to start at the top.  It’s like getting a Lambo for your first car… which, to be fair, he had also done.  He admitted to you that he’d only had one or two experiences with dominant women and the lifestyle in general: he credited it partially to a need for discretion, that he couldn’t just go to a club with the risk of the wrong people recognizing him and his business being affected.  Though that was a fair reason, you knew he was leaving out his own anxiety as a significant factor as well.

Secondly, he surprised you with how well he understood his own needs and limits for someone with such little experience.  He explained to you, in rather shameless detail, that he was looking for someone to relinquish emotional control to— that he didn’t need to be really physically tortured, just to be psychologically tormented.  In that way, he was less ‘hardcore’ than many of your clients, who had physical damage to show for their time with you by the end of the session, but he was absolutely no wimp.  A crybaby, yes, but not a wimp; big difference.

And, perhaps least importantly, he surprised you by being young, and hot.  Not, you know, too young, and still older than you, but closer to your age than any of your other clients.  As for him being hot, well… yes, he was probably the best-looking of your clients.  ‘Probably’ being a polite word for ‘definitely’.  Ironically, for being so submissive, he had a somewhat intimidating visage: sharp features, bright and icy eyes, quite tall as well.  That was probably what most people saw first, but you were lucky to be able to appreciate completely how delicate he really was: with that pleading wet gaze, his thick bottom lip between his teeth, an unexpected softness to his masculine features.

You were surprised he needed to pay someone for this, looking like that, but then again, his kinks were a bit specific and his need for privacy was understandable.  Maybe what all that money really was, was just hush money.  After all, truth be told, you probably wouldn't mind doing the rest of it for free.

A friend of yours in the business warned you that that was a sign you needed to stop working for this guy.  If you’re catching feelings, get out now, she warned.  You tried to assure her it wasn’t feelings— just an acknowledgement that he was absurdly beautiful— but she didn’t seem to buy it; you yourself were starting to doubt that excuse.

But, here you were: usual place, usual time.  A lot of your clients preferred hotels, but Robert Fischer found the most discreet method was just to have you come to his penthouse; he had a few properties, but apparently this one was the most secluded.  The private elevator certainly gave off that impression.

He’d given you your own key to use, to take you to his place whenever you wanted.  Obviously, you only went there when you had an appointment… but you did get a little giddy every time you used it.  You got the impression that some small part of him hoped you’d use that key on your own time one day, but that could’ve been you projecting: you tried to remind yourself that he, like all the other clients, probably didn’t think of you much when you were gone.

It was hard to hold up that narrative just a few minutes later, though, as you stood in his bedroom with him on his knees in front of you.

“Missed you so much, Mistress,” he mumbled against your skin as he pressed his face to your thigh.  “I swear, I haven’t thought about anything else since last time— can we move up to four times a week?  Three isn’t enough anymore.”

He was a little more desperate than usual because, even with three sessions a week, this one had been delayed by two days because of his work.  Still, he couldn’t quite justify being this worked up when you’d seen him four days ago…  “Do you want to talk business, or do you want to play?” you asked him quickly.  “Scheduling is best done before or after—”

“Sorry, sorry,” he sighed, looking up at you through his lashes.  “Sorry, I just— we can talk about that later.  I need you so fucking bad— and you look so pretty…”

You dressed a bit differently for him.  Most of your clients wanted latex, leather, chains, studs— you know, the usual.  Robert told you from the start he preferred soft things, pretty things.  He’d asked if he could buy you things to wear but you insisted on simply billing him for whatever you picked out: anything else was giving him too much power over you.  Thankfully, he’d never had an issue with your tastes.  

He liked seeing you in relatively ‘normal’ clothes.  Little black dresses with lacy pantyhose, silk robes— he actually went a little feral seeing you in a pinstriped three-piece suit once, but that’s another story.  Today, you were keeping it classic with a black skirt and blazer, plus stockings with garter belts (his favorite) and your tallest, sharpest heels.  Clearly it had the intended effect, since you hadn’t even told him to get on his knees when you walked in…

“Get up,” you told him, and he scrambled onto his feet and gave you a look that barely hid how impatient he was feeling inside.  “Actually, I have some business to discuss with you.  Take a seat on the bed, why don’t you?”

He tilted his head a bit but did as he was told.  He hadn’t even seemed to notice the briefcase you brought— maybe his life was just so full of briefcases he’d learned to ignore them.  But you certainly had his attention when you set it down between you and opened the clasps— though you didn’t lift it to reveal its contents yet.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” you informed him flatly.  He seemed thrown off— like he couldn’t tell if this was part of the scene or not.  

“I-I’m sorry,” he said first, then adding, “what did I do wrong?  I’ve been so good…”

“I saw you in the papers.”

Reaching inside, you pulled out the newspaper picture of him, walking along the Manhattan streets with a young woman by his side.  She was taller than him with her heels on, overwhelmingly blonde, annoyingly pretty.  His eyes went wide at the sight.  “Oh—” he began,  but you cut him off.

“It’s not right for you to be seeing me when you have a girlfriend,” you explained, pausing before you set down a magazine snapshot of him with a different model, “or two.”

“N-no, wait, I can explain that,” he rushed, but you shoved the pictures aside and leaned forward, sneering at him.

“Is that what you are, huh?  Just a slut?” you snapped.  “Am I not enough for you?”

“No!  God, no— you’re everything,” he whined, “of course. Those are just—”

“Just what?  They seem like lovely young women, Mr. Fischer, you don’t need to insult them for my benefit.”

“Oh, don’t call me that,” he pouted, looking down— already his cheeks were getting redder.  “You’re really mad at me?  For being seen with them?”

You knew he was upset you weren’t calling him a pet name, the last thing he wanted to be when you were here was Mr. Fischer— he wanted to be your good boy, your baby, your puppy, your pet.  “I’m more concerned about what you did that nobody else saw, Robert,” you admitted.

The last thing you wanted to do was appear jealous— that was never what you would do, or at least, not your character.  But one of your rules for Robert was that he was required to be celibate outside of your sessions with him.  It was always about control— and he loved the humiliation of being reminded that you worked with other men and slept with whoever you wanted, but that he was doomed to only be yours.  He asked you to remind him all the time, whispering in his ear about how he belonged to you, that nobody but you could touch him, that he was just Mistress’ good boy.

“It’s not like that, I swear,” he whined, “they— it was just publicity.  For both of us— I mean, for the girls and for me.  It’s business!”

“Right,” you returned, not acting especially convinced.  One of those photos in the magazine was pretty deliberate— his arm around her waist, whispering something in her ear with a smirk.  It certainly didn’t seem like business.

“Please, Mistress, you know I’d never—”

“Do I?” you interrupted sharply.  “I mean, after you were so naughty last time—”

“I didn’t mean to come so fast, I was just—”

“How dare you speak over me?” you hissed, and he clamped his mouth shut as his shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry, ma’am…” he whispered with defeat.

“I’m starting to wonder, what’s stopping you from breaking any of the rules?  How do I know you’re really behaving?”

“Y-you know, because…!” he trailed off, eyes darting wildly as he looked for a response.  “Because you know how bad I need you.  How important you are to me.”

When your heart beat a little faster, you told yourself that he really meant how important these sessions are to me.  

Going back to what seemed like his default state, Robert dropped to the floor again, kneeling in front of where you had your legs crossed tensely.  Twice now he’d done that without you asking, but you weren’t going to correct him this time because, well… some men were just meant to be on their knees.  “I swear, I swear it wasn’t real, was all just for the pictures… I’d never break your rules, Mistress, I wanna be good for you.”

“Want to, yes,” you smirked, “but it takes a lot of willpower, when you could afford as many little playthings as your heart desires.”

You leaned back on your hands as he got more and more desperate, and you fought the urge to smile proudly seeing him panic a bit.  He knew that with your hands holding your weight, you wouldn’t be running your fingers through his hair or stroking his cheek… he was getting antsy, still not having been touched by you ten minutes into the session.  “Let me show you,” he pleaded, “I promise, I only want you— I-I’ve been waiting for this, for you to touch me again…”

Now, truthfully, you’d believed him when he said those girls were for show— for publicity, as he said.  But only now that he said it like that did you really believe how desperate he was.  Unfortunately for him, it just made you want to tease him more.  “Touch you?” you repeated, egging on his begging.

"Please, touch me," he whined, "please, I'll be so good… I need you, Mistress."

"I know you do, baby, but I don't think you've earned me yet."

“Yes, ma’am— I don’t deserve you,” he breathed.  “I know I don’t.”

He looked so sweet, so broken, looking up at you like that.  “Why should I touch you at all tonight, baby boy?” you asked sweetly; he rested his forehead on your knee, looking exhausted from his own desperation.

“I… I don’t know if you should,” he admitted, surprising you a bit.  “I just know that if you don’t, I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

You said nothing, though you couldn’t fight your smile, and he continued softly under his breath.

“I swear, I only want you,” he whispered.  “I only ever wanted you.”

“Alright,” you shrugged, “show me how bad you want me.”

Uncrossing your legs, you let him see that your little outfit today didn’t include any panties; as he caught a glimpse up your skirt, his shoulders and chest sunk with a sigh.  “Mistress,” he breathed, but a second later he grabbed a tight hold of your legs and yanked you closer to the edge of the bed so he could push up your skirt and dive right in.

He was always ravenous when he did this.  It didn’t matter how long it had been since you saw him last, how long you teased him, or if you just walked right in and ordered him to his knees: he always, always ate you out like his life depended on it.  He was obsessed with serving you this way, moaning and whimpering against your skin, grabbing weakly at your hips or thighs and sometimes struggling to control his own arousal as his cock throbbed in his trousers.

You were already trying to temper your reactions; if you showed how much you liked it, you’d be surrendering a bit of your dominance, and that couldn’t be allowed.  Instead of gasping or moaning his name, you simply hummed and reached down to card your fingers through his hair; he whined against you, even louder when you tugged on it.

“Good boy,” you praised softly, making him shut his eyes tight as he sucked and licked at everything his mouth could reach.  He flicked his tongue over your clit and you fought not to let your hips buck against his face.  “Very good boy— how much do you like tasting Mistress’ cunt?”

“More than anything,” he answered, taking a break from the main task to kiss and bite hungrily all over your inner thighs.  “Fuck, I could taste you forever— you’re so perfect— should I keep going?”

“Of course, baby, just keep looking up at me.”

God, those eyes; sometimes you thought he could look right through you with those.  Could he see how hard you were fighting not to lose it right there, not to lay back and order him to fuck you?  You wondered if he would— it had never gone that far with him, he was obsessed with the denial, the inequity, the deprivation.  To be fair, you didn’t have sex with any of your clients… but you also never thought about sex with any of your clients, other than him.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you decided after a few moments, causing him to look up at you with concern like he’d done something wrong.

“I’m not allowed to make you come?” he pouted.

“Not yet,” you said simply.  “Get up.”

He popped right up, ready to serve— as always.

“Why don’t you take off your shoes for me?” you encouraged, and he certainly wasted no time; but as he toed his shoes off, he shirked off his jacket, loosening his tie and getting a few buttons of his shirt undone.  You raised your eyebrows, frowning at his eagerness.  “Stop.  I didn’t say all that.”

He slowed to a stop.  “S-sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.

“Lay on the bed.”

You watched patiently as he did, sitting up beside him but not getting too close.  He looked nice mostly-dressed, his suit half-removed and a bit disheveled.  You’d made him strip completely before, adding to his vulnerability, but you thought there were benefits to this too: by wearing his work clothes, you were reminding him of the man he was supposed to be while treating him like the needy boy he really was.  Whether or not he noticed that irony, he shuddered when you gently brushed your hand over his bulge, which flexed as if trying to ask for more itself.

“Look how hard you got for me, just from eating me out,” you noticed proudly.

“Tastes so good,” he whimpered his excuse, biting his lip when you started to open his belt and trousers.  “Y-you’re sure I deserve it?”

“No,” you admitted, “but I think it might be fun to touch you a little.  You want me to, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, of course,” he rushed, just as emphatic as ever.

He keened and bucked up into your hand when you just barely touched his cock; you pulled away, giving him a stern look as a reminder not to move too much.  When he settled down, you gently reached into his boxers again and freed his aching cock.  There was a little precum at the tip already, and he was looking at you with fascination as you delicately touched him, but never properly gripped or stroked it just to keep him on edge a little more.

“How long has it been since anyone but me touched you like this, baby boy?” you wondered.

“Y-years,” he choked, “years— I don’t even touch myself anymore, I swear.”

You gently ran your fingers over the ridge of the head, making him shudder and writhe on the bed.  “Are you sure?  You didn't even jerk off after feeling up that lovely young lady in the magazine?"

"No— and I didn't— c'mon, Mistress, don't you believe me?" he choked.  "I'm your good boy, you know I am— love being yours…"

“So you really don’t touch yourself?”

“No!” he snapped, correcting his tone a moment later.  “No, I… I stopped when you told me to.”

"Well, how about you show me how you used to do it?" you encouraged with a grin, taking your hand away from him.  "Stroke your cock for me, puppy."

"No, please," he gasped, "I want you to— please, I'm sorry—"

"Stop fucking whining and do what I tell you," you sneered.  "Not such a good boy after all, are you?"

He suddenly scrambled to get his hand around his cock when you put it like that, groaning and biting his lip as he gripped himself tightly.  "Like this, Mistress?" he panted proudly.

"Mm, something like that," you cooed.  "But go a little slower, baby boy, we've got plenty of time."

His eyes got wide with fear— fear that you would really make him edge himself the whole time.  You had much bigger plans, though.

He found a rhythm: not horribly slow, but careful and precise.  His cheeks kept getting pinker as you watched him, and he once reached out to touch your thigh with his free hand, but you moved away.

“C’mon,” he begged quickly, “can I just… can I at least see…?”

“See what?”

“Y-your tits, maybe,” he asked shyly, stroking his cock faster already at just the thought.

“I don’t think you need to see my tits,” you accused, noticing that his cock was already flexing in his grip.  He really had been worked up, if he was this sensitive to just his own hand.  “You’re doing just fine, baby.”

He grunted but went on, shifting around on the bed slightly.

“A little faster now,” you told him.  “When you used to jerk off like this, before you met me, did you imagine while you did it?  Did you watch porn?”

“Yes— I mean, imagine, always; porn sometimes,” he answered.

“What kind of porn?”

“Uh… this kind,” he admitted with a small laugh.  When you heard that laugh, saw the self-effacing smile on his face, you suddenly thought again about what your friend said: if you’re catching feelings, get out now.  But you shook the thought from your mind.

“Do you miss it?  Being able to get yourself off?” you pressed.

“Fuck no,” he grunted, and you caught the way his cock bobbed in his hand— he was getting even closer, poor thing.  “Don’t even— don’t want to now, but… but I’m trying so hard to be good for you…”

“I know,” you offered with a sympathetic, yet condescending, pout as you leaned in and caressed his face for a second.  Just that seemed to push him even closer, and he struggled to keep his hips down again.  

“I— fuck, I’m close,” he finally admitted.  “I’ll come…”

“Okay,” you shrugged.

"Oh, please, please don't make me come," he whimpered.  "I— I don't wanna come like this…"

You tilted your head.  "Like what, puppy?" 

"I want… I want you to touch me…" he pouted, eyes welling up a bit.

"We agreed you don't deserve that, Robert," you said sternly.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he sobbed— and there were real tears, he was obviously devastated that he had let you down so much.  "I'll do anything, I swear— let me be your good boy, your puppy— Mistress, I just wanna be yours again…"

You slapped him hard on the thigh when you saw his hand start to falter.  "Don't slow down," you snapped.  "I want you to keep going— keep stroking your poor cock, don't fucking stop until I tell you."

"But I— I'm so close," he choked.

"That's not my fault," you chuckled.  "You're a pathetic whiny baby who comes too quick, that's not really my problem."

He bit his shaking lip and blinked through his tears, hips beginning to buck up into his own hand.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said over and over, "I didn't mean to be bad, I promise… only ever wanted t-to be your good boy…"

Feeling just a little sympathetic, you leaned in closer to speak beside his ear.  "Is my good boy gonna come if I tell him to?"

Though he hesitated, he nodded.

"But you don't want to?"

He shook his head.

"Because you want me to touch you when you come, right?" you pressed, your voice just as soft as your touch while you gently ran your hand up his leg.  He whimpered and squirmed, his eyes getting a bit wide.  "You want me to make you come?"

"Yes! Please, fuck, please, Mistress…" he gasped.  

You rubbed his inner thigh as he stroked himself faster; you could see his cock flexing, and you knew he was trying so hard not to come right then.  Deciding to test him further, you let your fingers run over his swollen balls, and he choked on his own throat.  "Bet these are so full of come for me," you purred.

"Yes, Mistress," he hissed.

"Stop moving your hand," you ordered suddenly, and for a man who'd been begging you to let him stop, he took a second to do it— his hand faltered a little as he slowed down, and he ended up holding his cock much too tight… surely trying to hold himself back from coming still.  "You wanted me to touch you, didn't you?"

"Yes," he gasped, eyes getting wide with hope.  "Yes! Please, Mistress!  I swear I'll be good…"

"Then let go of your cock and let me take care of you, baby," you cooed.  Again, he took a second to do it— still trying to make sure he wouldn't come when he wasn't choking the life out of it.  Hissing as he let go, he dropped his head back with the sweetest moan as you gave him one slow stroke from the base to the tip.  "Good job, baby," you whispered to him, "you're my good boy, aren't you?"

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his exposed neck, and nodded hastily.

When his cock twitched in your hand, you figured it was just because he was so sensitive— but then, halfway into your second stroke, he gasped and suddenly began to come.  You noticed it in his face first, the way he scrunched his nose and let out a low groan; then there was hot, sticky come shooting over his chest and stomach— and ruining that nice white shirt.

You pulled your hand away instantly, giving his face the hardest slap you could; he cried out in pain, but he just kept coming and bucking his hips into nothing.  

"You pathetic, stupid boy!" you scolded, and he groaned.  "I gave you one stroke, and you came?!”

You said it in past tense, but he was still coming, whining through his teeth and blinking quickly with those long lashes of his.  He looked so sweet— but you knew that he knew he was utterly fucked.  “I-I’m sorry,” he breathed, groaning one more time and going limp onto the bed beneath him as his cock gave one more weak flex.  “I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m sorry…”

You watched him pant for a moment, almost losing your train of thought when you saw just how pretty he was.

Unfortunately for him, it gave you an interesting idea.

Loosening his tie, you slipped it off around his head; he blinked his eyes open and scrunched up his brows with confusion.  “What are you…?” he asked, though he seemed to figure it out when you gave him a certain look: he instantly held out his wrists for you, and you smiled proudly.

You didn’t just tie them together, though— you tied them to the headboard, keeping his hands bound above his head as you grinned and leaned down over him.  “What am I gonna do with you, puppy?” you cooed in a sweet-but-concerning way.

Chuckling nervously, he answered, “that’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

You ran one finger over his cock, following the line a final drop of come had left down the shaft, and he hissed in a breath through his teeth.  “So sensitive,” you noticed; he tensed up, like he was catching on.

When you licked a stripe up his shaft with the tip of your tongue, his gaze darkened and his mouth went slack.  “I— I don’t—” he stammered, clearly conflicted with his desire for you and his fleeting logic telling him this was going to hurt.  “I don’t think I can… take it…”

You’d never done this to him before, but you couldn’t stop yourself: looking up at his flushed face to see his reaction, you enveloped his head with your lips.

He let out a high, desperate moan as you suckled his swollen tip; “M-Mistress, fuck, I— oh my god—”

You looked up at him, but his head was tilted back too far to see you.  You slid your mouth down further, stroking his base with your hand, until you were gagging on him and he was writhing beneath you wildly.

“Oh my god, fuck!  Fuck, fuck— I… god your mouth is warm…” 

You pulled off of him, partially to give him a bit of a break and partially so you could keep talking to him.  Then again, it wasn’t much of a break since you kept stroking him, letting your spit and his come smooth your movements, sure to focus on that poor overstimulated tip.  “It’s not too much for you, is it?  My good boy can take it, right?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he promised, though he didn’t sound that confident.  It sounded like what he really meant was I’m gonna try my best to take it.

“And aren’t you so thankful that Mistress is so nice to you, sucking your cock even though you don’t deserve it?”

“Fuck, of course,” he panted, “thank yo—oh fuck, fuck—”

You threw him off by taking him down as far as you could in the middle of his sentence, but he still had his manners.

“Thank you!” he yelped, starting to shudder more violently.  “Th-thank you, so much, fuck, you’re perfect—”

When you pulled off again, he sighed with relief yet followed your mouth with a buck of his hips.  “Does it hurt, or does it feel good?” you wondered.

“I— it’s— both,” he choked.

“I bet you wished I would suck your cock someday, didn’t you?” you pressed, and he instantly nodded and whined through his teeth as you licked all over the tip with a wide tongue.  He gasped as you licked right over the slit.

“Fuck, I did— god, I— oh…”

Poor thing couldn’t get many words out in a row, he kept losing it every time you hollowed out your cheeks and swirled your tongue.  And then you gave his balls a firm squeeze, and he made a sound you thought you might’ve never heard him make before.

“Mistress, please, please,” he begged breathlessly, moaning louder as you bobbed your head up and down.  You couldn’t tell if he was begging for more or for relief, and honestly, you expected he didn’t know either.

You kept going for a few more minutes of that before his cries of pain got a little too intense— then you pulled away, and replaced your mouth with a hand stroking him as fast as you could.  He still sobbed, of course, and dropped his head back again between his restrained arms.

“Fuck, s’too much,” he breathed, “just slow down…”

“I can’t, sweet boy— I need you to come again for me,” you encouraged. 

“I— fuck, Mistress— I—” he stammered, and you could tell he was trying to stop himself from saying I can’t.  He couldn’t bear to disappoint you twice.

“Can you do that for me, baby?” you cooed, making him look at you with the widest, wettest eyes.  “Can you show me you’re still my good boy?”

“F-fuck, yes, okay,” he panted, “I’ll… I’ll come for you, just don’t stop, please…”

“I won’t stop, puppy, not until we’ve got every drop of come out of you,” you promised.

He should’ve known you took ‘every drop’ very seriously.  Though he came after just another minute of stroking him like this, you still didn’t stop.  When he cried out and tugged on his own tie holding him down, you didn’t stop.  “Fuck!” he yelped.  “Please, I can’t— I can’t!”

“Shh, yes you can,” you encouraged, though your free hand holding him down by the neck did more to keep him in place.  “C’mon, be my good boy, gimme one more.”

He kept trying to squirm away, though, and his wrists were pulling hard on that necktie— he was probably going to ruin it.

“Stop fighting so much,” you warned him firmly.  “Just be my good boy and fucking take it, come on— the fuck are you good for if you can’t do what I tell you to?”

“S-sorry,” he barely managed to get out, you almost didn’t hear it over the sound of his feet kicking all over the satin sheets.

“You don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?  Don’t you wanna show me you know how to do what you’re told?” you kept taunting him, glancing down and seeing how red and weepy his cock was getting— you knew he wasn’t much further off from coming again.

“Yes, yes, fuck, I’m sorry,” he spoke hoarsely through the pressure you were putting on his neck.

“The sooner you come, the sooner it stops, puppy,” you informed him, gripping his cock even tighter as he hissed in breaths through his teeth.  “Just come for me one more time…”

All he could do was lick his lips and nod; you let go of his neck, wanting to hear every broken moan he made.  With his eyes shut tight and his nose scrunched up, he finally came with a long and wavering grunt— that was what you were waiting for, the sound of total relief.  You slowed your movements down to a stop, smiling as you watched his cock give just two small pumps of come that dripped onto the ends of his shirt… it flexed weakly a few more times after that, but clearly he was beyond spent.

“Good job,” you praised softly, “you did so good for me… look what a mess you made…”

If you were feeling really mean you’d make him clean that all up, but something told you it was best to stop now… that ‘something’ being your watch.  You’d stayed twenty minutes late and you were probably going to piss off your next client by being significantly tardy, especially considering you had to change first; you hoped you could chalk it up to some mindfuck dominance thing, walk in and say Mistress is never late, I always get here when I want to, if you were sitting around waiting for me that just shows how pathetic you are or something.

As you thought about that, you reached up and released the tie around Robert’s hands; he didn’t jump to rub his wrists, or flex his fingers into fists to bring some feeling back.  He just let them fall limply at either side of him.

Though it was a small difference, it worried you— as did his silence.  Normally he was all over you with praises by now, thanking you for everything, telling you he couldn’t wait to see you again.  

“Was it a good session?” you asked him gently, letting him know it was over— he didn’t need to ‘perform’ anymore.  You still felt like you needed to, though.

He worried you with the continued silence, though, just catching his breath and keeping his eyes shut; just when you thought you might check again that he was okay, he nodded quickly and hoarsely insisted, “Yeah, m’fine.”

“Not too much for you?” you asked nervously, watching him shake his head— but his lip was shaking, too.  He was still crying, and you could tell it wasn’t like the whiny tears from before: he was holding back from bursting into sobs.  You interrupted the silence with a whispered Robert? and he collapsed; folding in on himself, he curled into a ball on the bed and shook as he cried.  Your eyes went wide as you realized you were absolutely in over your head.

Aftercare was generally not part of the deal.  Most of your clients didn’t want it— they preferred to process whatever they needed to alone, after you left— and the rest just had to suck it up, though they never made much of a fuss.  This felt like a real situation, and you felt guilty leaving now, but worried you’d only make it worse or break your own rules if you intervened somehow.

“I’m gonna give you some time,” you offered as you sat up— like ditching him now was a courtesy.  Of course, as you expected (from him, specifically), he reached out for you.

“Please stay,” he begged— still heavily in his submissive mindset, it seemed, and sniffling pathetically.  “Please, please—”

“Your time’s up,” you informed him flatly.

“Anything,” he whimpered, “name your price.”

“It’s— it’s not about the money, Robert,” you sighed.  “It’s just unprofessional.”

“But I need you,” he breathed, and your heart twisted.  “You can’t leave me like this, I just— I just need you to—”

Relenting, you sat back down on the bed; he instantly wrapped his arms around you, buried his face in your chest, and pulled you down with him.

Though it took you a moment, you went ahead and wrapped your arms around him in return, hoping to soothe him.  “I’m sorry,” he said, though you struggled to make it out at first until he kept repeating it.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, rubbing his back and looking down at the mess of brown hair shaking with each sob.  “It’s okay, baby, you did really good… I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to go very hard on you, I mean, I’ve made you come a lot more than that before.”

“Not that,” he choked, finally pulling his face up to let you see and hear him better.  Your heart broke seeing how overwhelmed he really was.  “I just… I really don’t wanna disappoint you…”

In retrospect, maybe you should’ve known it would be too much for him— or maybe it was something about today, it just hit the wrong way, you couldn’t be sure.  It didn’t really matter, in the end.  

You sat up a bit, and he followed you, as you sighed and held his face.

“Robert, I was just— that wasn’t real,” you promised.  “I needed something, you know, to work with.  I just wanted you to prove your loyalty— I was never angry with you.”

“I know,” he croaked, though he was calming a bit already, “I know that, but I— it felt like it.  Nobody else tells me what I’m supposed to do, you know— only you do that.  I need that.  Then I can know I’m doing what I’m supposed to… you’re the only person I can’t let down.”

Biting your lip for a second, you reached out to touch his chest through the half-unbuttoned shirt, but he pulled away suddenly.

“I know what this is,” he said, suddenly sounding a bit more normal again— almost clinical, actually.  “I know this is your job.”

“Well… yeah,” you mumbled; obviously he knew that.  You tried to understand what he was really saying to you.

“I know… none of it’s real,” he added, looking away.  

Gently, you turned his face back to yours, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb.  “I really am proud of you,” you whispered, moving closer to him on the bed.

He held your face, then, too; and he put his other hand on your waist, moving even closer to you.  “Please…” he began, and though the word was overwhelmingly familiar, you were sure you’d never heard him say it like that before.  “Please, let me kiss you.”

You kissed him first, feeling one more tear roll down his face as he pulled you closer and pressed your body to his.

The kiss was soft at first, still a little teary; the way he held you was incredibly tender but with a lightly-suppressed neediness behind it… his fingers would tighten at your waist sometimes and you could tell he wanted to just force you against him.  You’d let him, if he wanted to, but he was probably too weak after all that.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, reaching to hold onto his shoulders and squeeze them.  “I’m so sorry, baby—”

“No,” he breathed against your lips, barely stopping the kiss to speak, “no— no, you’re perfect—”

“Stop it,” you mumbled, pushing him away slightly.  “I’m not.  I fucked up.  I went too hard on you.”

“I— I could’ve safeworded, I just didn’t… I don’t know,” he shook his head before leaning it onto your shoulder.  “You must think I’m pathetic.”

You laughed a little as you combed your fingers through his hair, letting your nails gently scratch his scalp.  “No, I just get paid to call you pathetic.  You’re so strong…”

“No, I’m not,” he promised, his voice oddly firm and stable for how weepy the words could’ve come off.  “I’m not— not even strong enough to… to end this.”

You froze up, looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled his face up close to yours.

“It’s not right anymore,” he whispered to you, cradling your cheek in his palm; god, his hands were warm.  “You know it, don’t you?  You can tell.  You can tell I broke the fucking rules.”

“Don’t tell me, after all this bullshit,” you managed to laugh bitterly, “you really are dating one of those fucking models— or both—”

“Not that rule, fuck,” he coughed, “no— I fucking fell for you.”

You blinked quickly, forcing yourself to believe you misheard him.  “You—?”

“I fell in love with you.”

“No— Robert, you don’t even know me,” you insisted, looking away.

“I want to!  God, I want to,” he groaned, “it’s all I think about: what you must be like when you’re not, you know, on the clock.  What turns you on, what ticks you off, what… fuck, what you eat for breakfast!  Anything.”

“Then you don’t love me,” you informed him, “you love the idea.  You love the… mystery.  You don’t really want to know me, I promise.”

“You don’t love a mystery because you want it to stay that way,” he laughed, rubbing your shoulders— only then did you notice your own eyes were getting teary.  You really didn’t want him to see you that way, but you didn’t have much choice now.  “You love a mystery because you can’t wait to get to the ending and figure it all out!  I just wanna know you— you’re a page-turner.”

“Okay, the metaphor is a little tired now,” you rolled your eyes, but you sniffled and tried to hide your face.

“Hey,” he whispered, petting your head, toying with your hair for a moment with his fingers.  “I know you can’t keep going on with me, now that I said that.  I know this is gonna have to be goodbye.  But I… I think goodbye is still less painful than having to be this close to you but so far away.  I’m sorry… I thought I was strong enough for this.”

Get out now.  Get out now.  The advice echoed in your head.  If you’re catching feelings, get out now and definitely do not tell him you’re falling for him too— no don’t you fucking dare bitch— “It’s not goodbye,” you blurted out.  “I’m not strong enough for that.”

When you dared to look at him, his eyes were full of hope.

“God, you look fucked up,” you noticed with a laugh, your eyes scanning his ruined suit.  “C’mon, let’s get you in the bath.”

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There was plenty of room in this bathtub, more than any one person could need— plenty for you to have your own space.  But, of course, Robert kept you close to him, your chest against his back as he ran his hands over your skin under the water.

“For breakfast?  I don’t know, I guess I have toast a lot, if I remember it,” you chuckled.  “My mornings are pretty busy.”

“Any pet peeves?” he asked.

“Uh, people who don’t use earbuds on public transport,” you decided.

“Ah,” he nodded.  “That sounds irritating.  I, um, haven’t been on public transport…”

You rolled your eyes, but you giggled, too.

“If you could only wear one color for the rest of your life, what would it be?” he prompted.

You turned over, splashing the water a bit, so you could look up at him.  “Is this interrogation ever gonna end?  The water’s getting cold.”

“Well, so far, the more I know, the more I wanna know, so…” he trailed off.  “Guess we’re gonna be in here ‘til I solve the mystery, hm?”

You laughed, but he pulled you into another kiss— more energetic than before, but still sweet, still a little hungry.  When you pulled back, he leaned in and kissed your neck instead.  “I think we could be here all night and still have a lot left to cover,” you warned him.

“I can afford all night,” he shrugged.

As tempted as you were to take him up on that, you had to accept that that element of the arrangement was over now.  “I’m not gonna charge you,” you admitted, making him break away from your skin to look up at you.  “You wanted to learn what I’m like off the clock, right?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling you a little closer until you straddled his lap in the water.  “I wanna learn whatever I can.”

“Well, here’s something you should’ve figured out a lot sooner,” you offered, running your fingers over his jaw until you gently held his chin, making him look up at you with this sweet, pouty, needy look on his face.  “I fell for you, too.”

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Gossip girl xoxo

Part 4

Part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / masterlist

Warnings : mention of underage drinking but other than that don't know

((Side note : apparently you guys like the series so what you want you take my beautiful people! I love you guys! Anyway I saw what happened with lando and I had to make that in here! Also something is coming soon I don't know if you will like it but I will enjoy writing so 🤷‍♀️))

Texts with lando

You : hi lan!

Landinio : hey!

You: I heard that you are going to King's day tomorrow with Martin

Landinio : yeah I am what's up?

You : well I got invited for some reason too and wanted to know if you will go with martin or you could carpool with me! I have the lambo here!

Landinio : OH SHIT! I am texting with will rn to cancel on him! There is no way I am missing the lambo ride with you!

You: okay sweet just text me when are you meeting and here you are staying at to come get you because I am out rn. Ttyl x!

Landinio : oh 😏 with who?

You : none of your bizz bye!

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Texts between martin and lando

Lando : hey martin sorry to cancel last minute but y/n is coming and she has her lambo here and I won't find another chance to rice that thing so... Sorry again!

Will : oh it's nothing I understand I would too!

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After picking up lando from his hotel we headed out towards the boat that the party is held taking empty wide roads to really drive the thing, drifting and doing a few donuts in an empty parking lot just for the thrill of it but making sure to actually arrive in the boat party you both got out of the car talking and laughing entering and finding Martin by the dj booth.

Greetings were exchanged talking and laughing until the second round of drinks that started to kick in hopping around, dancing and sings to the rhythm being surrounded by the Dutch men.

You two weren't fazed by the phones recording your every move because you were having fun and a little tipsy, not that you would admit it both to anyone that in fact you were drunk continuing with the drinks and having fun and just as you were getting drinks you got elbowed in the face not really hard but enough to cause a little mountain the next hour not really noticeable.

Lando in the other hand just as you were nearing him again was hit or something because his nose was bleeding you drank both of them quickly and ran up to him while near you can see the bloody roll down in this lips and teeth he smiled at you teeth bloody, you started to laugh at the situation. Someone had a first aid kit and you cleaned the wound putting a plaster on the cut and a bandage wrapped around his head loosely because you were drunk it was going to be messy.

When you finished you started to laugh again at his stupid look he looked like a mummy but who cares? You two didn't nor did the men around you so you both continued dancing, bouncing, shouting lyrics and drinking again. You weren't piss drunk you could think and walk straight and so was lando, playing some songs with martin lando djing for a bit so will could take a break, talking to you laughing and gossiping about news lately and having fun and creating the mood for the actual club that Will, Lando and you will be going to after the pre party in the boat. You were sure you will regret going to another club but current you don't care about it, future you maybe.

You weren't a light weight by any means, starting drinking from a young age and in your teenage years going out drinking almost everyday drinking made it hard for you to get drunk so you were good by half of the actual party in the club but you wouldn't say lando was the same...

Cutting your night in the what you seen fit as to lando wouldn't start throwing up but you could see he was ready to do anyway calling a taxi and telling him the directions of your hotel so you won't drive while drunk.

Taking him by his bicep and wrapping one hand around his shoulder and the other in his arm you payed for the drinks you ordered and left, waiting for the taxi to arrive he was talking to you, whispered things, making sentences up that made no sense, talking gibberish almost falling in his face while you were laughing and loose the grip around him and quickly regaining strength keeping his upright the taxi finally arrived.

Getting him inside and going arout the car so you could take care of him he laid his head in your lap while you slowly and softly graced your hand through his brown curls and stroking his cheek softly while he closed his eyes smiled and opening one eye to look up at you periodically while you made small conversations with the driver which was a fan of the sport and you learned his daughter's favourite driver was you from a young age looking up at you and asking for a photo with you, he wanted a photo with lando but he was asleep so you decided against it, when you arrived you took his phone got a selfie with him and one alone from a high angle so he was visible but not his face just his hat and hoodie that he got out with, you paid the driver and slowly got out of the car and went around the car again opening the door taking his hand waking him up a little so he can get out but he feel asleep again on you as you closed the door.

You again wrapped a hand around him and holding his other firmly you opened the hotel door and getting inside the building, the receptionist was eyeing you but you didn't care you were determined to get him safe and tugged in, heading in the elevator you waited for the doors to close and pressing the button of your level.looking at the mirror you see on your dress a bit of blood from lando's nose you looked a bit disheveled with your eye sparkly eyeshadow somehow under your eye, the lipstick long gone now in its place your lip pencil a bit smeared around the corners of your mouth, in your forehead a little knob and in lando having his head buried in your neck seamingly asleep by his slow rhythmed breathing that was hitting your neck practically hugging you, the elevator pinged letting you know that you got to your floor you started trying to wake him up to stop hugging you but he didn't budged you decide to just carry him to your door which was easier taking out your card key which luckily you took out of your wallet in the taxi and opened the door.

Upon entering you left him to the bed trying once again to gently wake him up so he could change, you left the club at 4 :30 and now you read the clock it said 5 : 30 so you did all of this in an hour and in heels... He is gonna pay fro this but for now you laid a hoodie that you had oversized and long shorts again oversized that you knew that would fit you took your pj's and headed to the bathroom, you washed your face to get rid of the make up and changed out of the dress and heels.

Going again the the bed you saw lando's clothes messily tossed around the side of the bed he was occupying and in your clothes, the hoodie was one of your merch with a red bull logo in the back and you are not gonna tell that to him, wanting him to walk out with it, he was lying in your bed the covers covering most of him but his back and head out you took a picture and tugged him in and walking to your side of the bed pulling up the covers and getting in falling asleep almost instantly, felling a pair of hands wrapping around you and a head to your neck going closer to lando cuddling up on you and falling asleep peacefully

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Waking up in the morning was a struggle, you wouldn't say it was really a morning but evening waking up at 1pm by calls on your phone. Lando still asleep but starting to stir awake too by the annoying ringing of your phone you took your phone from the night stand you answered the phone without looking who it was

It was max

( the convo went like this)

Red : max / pink : y/n

Y/n? Why aren't you answering my calls? I have been calling you non stop from the morning where are you?

Max lower your voice... I have been sleeping what do you want? I am in my hotel room rn sleeping

Why are you still sleeping? What time did you leave the club last night?

4:30

Why? How did you get to the hotel?

Omg max can you interrogate me later? Let me sleep man...( a raspy voice could be heard in the background : stop talkinggg and then a sigh) shut up. Anyway I will call you back lat-

No! No don't fucking hang up! Are you with someone I heard a man! Who is he?!

Omg max! It's lando what do you want? I will talk to you later good bye!

I said and hand up the call not waiting for max to reply and rolled over now cuddling lando and falling asleep again for a few minutes then waking up by lando leaving the bed.

After he got a shower he came back and by then I dressed up to get food because I was starving waiting for lando you go together. We did you got a few pictures with fan and got food.

After that you called max and explained everything at some point max came with us to a few stored and hung out together and took max's plane and went to Monaco each to their own homes.

That's it thank you! ( not the end of the series tho)

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Drifting

Pairing: Will Ramos x reader Word Count: 5.9k Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If you feel some type of way about it please please just don’t read <3 Warnings: 18+ SMUT; MDNI; Porn with plot; car sex; unprotected sex (be safe guys!); p in v ; fingering (female receiving); soft dom Will; slight dumbification; dirty talk; praise kink; slight fluff; There is one problem with this app and it’s the enraging lack of Will Ramos content! I can’t get this man out of my head so I decided that if I can't read about him, then I'll have to write. This is my first time writing so please keep that in mind. English is also not my first language. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Hope it’s not too bad! Enjoy!

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Pretty. How could somebody be that pretty? Were the first thoughts that crossed his mind when he first laid eyes on you.

After a month of touring, he was finally able to return to the raceway, excited to let go of all of the tension and stress the tour had caused him. It was his way of escaping the stress of his daily life, somewhere he could release all his built-up tension and feel the rush of adrenaline push all of his concerns away. That was until he saw you for the first time that day.

He pulled up and parked his car next in the row of the dozen other vehicles already parked there, side by side, all facing the raceway. He could hear the chatter and laughter of the people chilling around the cars as well as the muffled sound of music blasting out of some car’s speakers. He opened the door and got out, being greeted by what had by now become his closest friends. He was already feeling so much better being back home, surrounded by the familiar smell of tar and burnt plastic that filled the air as the wheels of the car that was currently drifting through the course left marks at every sharp curve.

While waiting for their turn on the track, the rest of the attendants watched the show while drinking, listening to music and chatting. The relaxed vibe of the gatherings as well as his outgoing personality made it so he had no problem befriending every single regular attendee of the raceway. It was truly his place of refuge, a safe zone, somewhere he could allow his always busy mind to let go of any worry and give in to the rush of adrenaline. Until he saw you.

When his eyes met yours he froze in place for a second. He took in your form, long hair draping over your shoulders that were exposed by your strapless black top. Your face looked surreal to him, makeup done to perfection and pretty lips reflecting the sunset light thanks to your pink gloss. Your hips tightly hugged by the jean shorts you were wearing as you sat on the hood of your pink lambo with your friend. God what a view.

He made his way down the different smaller groups of people, stopping from time to time to chit chat and answer questions about how the tour went. He couldn’t help but still glances at your direction as he subconsciously kept his answers shorter than usual just to speed up the process, hoping to finally reach your car.

Finally he turned towards you, getting slightly lightheaded at how much more beautiful you looked up close. Your friend was closest to the side of the car next to which Will was standing now and you watched on as they said hi to one another and talked briefly. After what feels like an eternity, your friend looks at you and places a hand on your thigh.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” She said signaling towards the man as he stood there with a kind smile and his hands in his pockets. You definitely remembered that name, as during the past three weeks since you joined the group all they would talk about was him. Will this, Will that. Everybody had a story to tell about him. So by the time his red car pulled up and you heard the people around you talk about how he was finally back your eyes were fixed on that red door, ready to see who the famous Will was.

Your mouth fell slightly open as you watched him get out of his car. Pretty, you thought. What a pretty smile. He began enthusiastically saying hi to everybody as you were stuck in a trance looking at him. Black jeans and a black hoodie shouldn’t look that good on somebody. A silver chain and his pink curls peeking out of his black cap broke the monochromatic outfit. His sleeves were slightly pulled up, letting you admire his tatted arms and hands. His handsome face was framed perfectly by the tattoos that ran up his neck and his sharp jawline perfectly complimented by a frame of ink.

You felt your breath quickening the closer he got to your car until he was finally in front of you, speaking happily to your friend. You could tell he was just as friendly and outgoing as your new friends had described, an aura of confidence and kindness oozing out of him.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” You nod in response with a slight smile, lifting your hand to wave hello to the man whose pretty brown eyes are now on you. “This is Y/N” your friend said. “She’s been coming to the track for a couple weeks now”.

“Nice to meet you” Will extended his hand to you and you shook it briefly, trying to ignore the electricity running down your spine as his warm skin made contact with yours.

“Nice to meet you too! I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice finally being able to put a face to the name after three weeks” You said, causing him to laugh lightly while he ran his hand through the back of his neck.

“Oh is that so? Only good things I hope” He replied getting a small giggle from you as you shook your head.

“Sadly only terrible things I am afraid” You joked, getting a quiet ‘I see…’ from him as he smiled even more brightly.

“This your car?” He asked, pointing at the pink lambo you and your friend were using as a seat in that moment. You nodded your head yes.

“Yes, this is my baby” You lightly pet the hood of the car as if it were a sleeping cat smiling up at him as your friend got up to get herself another drink.

“Oh I see. She is a beauty that’s for sure” He said giving a look at your car only to return his eyes to yours, making your legs shake slightly.

“May I?” He asked pointing at the now free space on the hood next to you.

“Of course” you signaled with your hands and he leaned back, resting his weight on the hood of the car without sitting on it. His arms were now crossed as were his legs and he looked relaxed as he looked back and forth between the track and you. You had never met somebody who made people so comfortable just by being around them. The smell of his perfume mixed in your lungs with the smell of burnt plastic coming from the track.

“Are you also waiting on your turn?” He asked, signaling towards the track with his chin.

“Oh god no! I am not a fan of curves actually. I just enjoy coming here to hang out.” You said, resting your hands on the hood behind you.

“Oh okay. Why the Lamborghini then if I may ask?”

“I like to race” You replied, his eyebrows raising slightly in shock.

“Oh wow that is awesome! I guess I owe you an apology for assuming you were wasting a lambo on boring stuff” He said, face filled with genuine interest in your answer. He was so full of life that his energy was contagious.

“I have to admit I am slightly offended Will” you said, his name leaving your lips for the first time.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you somehow” He said as he shifted his weight back to his feet, no longer leaning on to your car. “But I think I have to head down now, it should be my turn on the track soon. It was nice meeting you!” He said with a smile as he walked to his car and got in closing the door.

From that moment on, his mind became inundated with thoughts of you. When would he get to see you next? Would you be there next time he went to the track? Would you be wearing those shorts again? Will sighed in frustration as he made his way to the track again, no longer able to disconnect his busy thoughts on the way there, but instead rushing through all possible scenarios that could unfold if he were to see you there again this time.

For the past few weeks, this had been a struggle for him. Always hoping he would bump into you again at the tracks, praying for any opportunity to talk to you. Not only were you beautiful but you were also incredibly cool to hang out with and that only made Will's fixation on you stronger.

You were more than happy anytime the human golden retriever approached you to start small talk or just to chill together as you watched the race. Within the next few meetups, you realized that not only was he the most outgoing person you had ever met, but also a complete flirt. The way he would joke with you and tease you just to get you to blush slightly at his banter made your heart do summersaults inside your chest. Was he like this with the other girls too? Did he also look at them with heavy eyelids as he took as sip of his drink?

Despite the slight sting of jealousy, you were almost certain that he was just like this with you. Why? Because you had carefully analyzed every interaction he had with the rest of the group throughout the last hangouts. You had to. You needed to know if he looked at them the way he looked at you. If he took as close attention to what they said as he did with every word that came out of your mouth. You had become consumed by the possibilities, feeling a growing chemistry between both of you but too much of a coward to ask him directly.

I mean he was irresistible, and he knew it. He had to know. How couldn’t he? He was clearly a confident guy and he had good reason to be. Not only was he incredibly attractive but funny and caring too. He was the whole package and you felt greedy for thinking you might have a chance at having him. Did he feel the connection too? Were you making it all up in your head? These questions rushed through your head everyday as the weeks went by.

Even now, your thoughts consumed you as you sped down the highway in your car. Usually the feeling of the breeze on your hair and the pull of the speed was enough to empty your head of any thoughts. But you couldn’t shake Will off your head.

And there you were again at the track as you had been almost every other day for the past few weeks. You were hugging your knees, sitting on the hood of your car watching the sun set over the track. The slight sound of Will resting his weight on your car snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with a smile.

“Are you not going on the track today?” you asked, as he hadn’t had his turn on the raceway yet.

“I am I am!” he replied “I was just maybe wondering if you’d like to hop in and join me this time” he said, eyebrows raised, pretty brown eyes pleading for you to say yes.

“What?! Me?! Down there?! Are you insane Ramos?!” you replied, eyes widened. You had talked about it in the past, about you being scared of the spinning and turning.

“I promise it is not as bad as you imagine it. It’s actually pretty fun. Why do you think all of us do it?” He asked, one eyebrow raised at you. “Come on, I could teach you how to drift. If you do it yourself it will be less scary. I promise”

The promise of being closer to him and spending some time alone even if it was inside his car made you swallow your fears. You closed your eyes, sighing, convincing yourself that it would be okay.

“Fine. Let’s do it” You said as you got down from the hood. He gave you a shit-eating grin as you finally gave in to his pleas at which you rolled your eyes with a slight laugh.

He walked you to his car, eyeing your figure as he walked two steps behind you. Your black mini dress hugged your curves perfectly and he couldn’t help but wonder how high it would ride up your thighs if he were to bend you over the hood of his car. God how pretty you would look.

He opened the passenger door for you and you thanked him as you sat down. His masculine smell now surrounding you, you closed your eyes letting the scent fill your lungs as he sat next to you in the driver seat. He turned the ignition on and drove the car down to the track.

“Okay are you ready? I promise I will start slow” He said, looking at you waiting for your okay. He was incredibly happy you trusted him enough to even agree to try this so he wanted to make sure.

“It’s not the speed I am scared of Will, it’s the spinning like a washing machine on tumble part.” You said, your tone slightly shaking as you were quite nervous. Your breaths were intentionally slow to try to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t tell what was making it race more, the slight fear you were feeling, or Will’s pretty tattooed hands buckling your seatbelt for you. He was so close; you could feel his warm breath on your skin. Your eyes wondered for a second to his lips. You could swear you saw his smile get wider at this. Did he see? Luckily, he leaned back, returning to his seat before he could see your face turn red.

“I promise it will be fine. Okay? You can trust me, you know?” He said, his deep brown eyes looking into yours. You felt as if he could see your entire being, even those parts of you that you tried to hide most. But with him, it felt natural. You sighed and shook your head.

“You need to stop looking at me like that Will”

“Why? Is it working?” He asked, his expression turning slightly cocky as he called you out. You blushed, choosing to ignore his flirtatiousness for your own sanity.

“I know I can trust you. Now go before I change my mind” You said, both hands holding onto your seatbelt softly looking for any kind of security this act could bring you.

Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you looked ahead at the road, face filled with a mix of determination and slight unsureness. He wanted to kiss your furrowed brows so badly. But instead he nodded, putting the car in gear.

You felt the vehicle pick up in speed quickly, a feeling you were more than used to. However, as you saw the curve getting closer as the car sped up, you felt your body tense up. Will placed his hand on your thigh softly giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, to which you nodded inhaling deeply as you were suddenly hit with centripetal force. You felt your body float for a second, almost as if deprived of gravity, your heart rushing and the adrenaline pumping to your veins. You couldn’t help but start laughing at the incredible sensation, feeling like a kid on a rollercoaster.

Hearing you laugh, Will felt relieved. And then he felt happy. Happier than he had felt in a long time, loving how your sweet laughter rang in his ears. He took it as a sign to continue down the track, drifting at every curve, each time with more force. After the last curve, he drifted one last time and slowed down the car to a stop.

You were left laughing and catching your breath at the same time, your pupils dilated and your hair slightly messy. He had never seen such a beautiful sight.

“You wanna try?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. He smiled happily and got out to open the door for you.

He admired your profile as he sat down next to you, this time with you behind the wheel and him as a co-pilot. There was something so erotic about the way you shifted slightly, adjusting yourself to the feeling of the car seat. The way your bare thighs clung slightly to the leader. The way your pretty hands with your manicured nails took hold of the steering wheel experimentally. Pretty nails for a pretty girl, he thought. And God how much prettier they would look wrapped around his cock.

“Okay so what do I do?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“Okay it is very simple in theory. All you have to do is steer towards the curve as you approach it and then steer away quickly while shortly stepping on the break.” He explained, looking at you as you nodded at the instructions. “The tricky part is you cannot hesitate. If you do then it becomes dangerous. So I need you to trust yourself okay?” He said.

You nodded again, filled with determination. A part of you wanted to get over your fear and another part of you wanted to make him feel proud of you.

“Good girl. In that case, hit the gas whenever you are ready” The pet name sent shivers down your spine. You shuffled slightly in your seat adjusting for the increasing pressure you felt between your legs. You took a deep breath and began speeding down the track headed for the first curve. As you did you felt his hand on your thigh again, reminding you that he was there with you. You turned into the curve like he had instructed.

“Wait… Now steer away!” You followed his order and felt the car shift under your feet, wheels squeaking against the track loudly. Your body was lifted slightly due to the force, and you felt adrenaline pumping through your veins. You stopped the car smoothly as you came out of the drift, now surrounded by a cloud of burnt plastic, the night was suddenly quiet again as you two were the only ones left on the track. Your chest was busy with your heavy breathing caused by the adrenaline and a smile slowly formed on your lips.

“I did it!” you exclaimed happily, feeling proud of yourself.

“You did! That was incredible” He was just as happy as you were, feeling his heart tug in his chest at your proud smile. He pulled you in for a hug and you closed your eyes upon feeling his warmth. His arms were wrapped around you as he told you how proud he was that you managed to overcome your fear. Your breathing was still quick due to the adrenaline, your mind still racing at the speed of the drifting car. So when he pulled away from the hug slowly, your body acted on its own, pulling the boy towards you by the collar of his hoodie and closing the distance between you again, only this time with your lips crashing against his.

He was quick to kiss you back, although softly and slowly in contrast to your adrenaline-driven hunger. You relaxed into his warm lips, feeling the remaining tension leaving your shoulders. Only butterflies were left now. And you could swear there had to be at least a million of them flying wildly inside your chest.

He deepened the kiss, bringing one of his hands to hold your cheek softly, rubbing loving circles on the skin with his thumb. You hummed into his mouth, to which he moaned in response daring to bring his tongue to slowly trace your lips. You could feel the temperature rising inside the car as both of your body temperatures increased. You squeezed your knees together feeling the slick that was beginning to pool in your panties.

Will intensified the kiss, leaning closer to you so he could explore your mouth with ease. He let a frustrated groan leave his lips as the seatbelt stopped him from coming as close as he wanted to, so he swiftly unbuckled himself.

Next thing you knew, Will was leaning almost completely over you, part of his weight pressing against you. Without leaving your lips, he reclined the driver's seat, leaving you almost lying down completely with him on top of you.

“God you’re so beautiful. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this” He confessed, breath heavy over your lips as he tried to catch up to the oxygen lost during the exchange. “You look so pretty under me like this” His words went straight to your chore, causing you to press your legs together even more. He closed the space again, kissing you hungrily. You brought your hands to the back of his head, playing with his soft locks as you lost yourself in the kiss as you subconsciously began rocking your hips upwards in search for more contact.

“Fuck” his eyes closed for a moment as he tried to keep his cool in order not to completely lose control. “Want you so bad” He said, his by now hard cock straining painfully against the constraint of his black jeans.

“Want you too. Please” You begged softly only to bring him back into a desperate kiss.

“Are you sure princess?” He asked, starting to leave soft kisses along your jawline. He was holding his weight up on one hand while the other left soft caresses on the hem of your dress on the outer part of your thigh. He was trying so hard to keep his hands to himself until you gave him your full consent.

“Yes… please…” you moaned out, causing his cock to twitch against his pants. Unable to hold himself back any longer he unbuckled your seatbelt. He tapped your legs softly signaling for you to spread your knees, allowing him to fill the space between your legs, his hips now meeting yours. He hissed at the sensation, cursing as he began to rut his clothed cock against your chore.

You looked so beautiful underneath him, cheeks flushed with heat, messy hear splayed out on his car’s seat, your eyelids heavy with lust as you whined for him to continue. “More please… I need you to touch me” you pleaded as you felt his warm lips begin to kiss and suck on your neck slowly.

“What a needy girl…” he looked up at you slightly from the crook of your neck only to leave a small bite that made you gasp. Suddenly his weight was no longer on you, as he distanced himself and sat back down on his seat. You looked at him with confusion, feeling your skin get cold as soon as his body wasn’t on yours.

“Move to the back princess” he explained, pointing towards the back seat with his chin, giving you as much space as possible to move to the back through the gap between the front seats. You sat up and crawled to the back with some difficulty at the tight space.

“Fuck…” you heard him say as you felt one of his big hands grab at your ass as you struggled to move to the back. You finally were able to make it to the back to which he followed, joining you in the back. His eyes met yours, now with a darkened look full of admiration and lust. What a sight you were. Lips slightly swollen from kissing him, dress halfway up your hips, exposing your underwear to him. “God you look so pretty like this… so needy for me”

As quickly as he separated earlier now his weight was back on you as he cornered you against the inside of the back door, one hand behind your neck. He began rutting his hips against yours again, swallowing every pretty moan that left your lips with his. In one swift move he sat up, pulling you along with him and leaving you straddling him.

“Can I take this off princess?” He asked, toying with the hem of your dress. “yes…” As soon as that word left your lips he was pulling the dress over your head as you raised your arms eagerly.

Once the clothing item was somewhere in the floor of the car and no longer hiding your form from him, he took his time to admire you. His eyes looked you up and down slowly. Your pink underwear set was lacy and complimented your skin beautifully. He could simply not believe you were real.

“Such a pretty girl…” He began attacking your neck with wet kisses as his hands explored your body, leaving your skin burning wherever he touched you. He carefully slid you bra straps down your shoulders, his eyes asking for permission to remove the item completely. You nodded, your lips now too busy kissing and licking his pretty neck tattoos, earning you groans from him. He freed your breasts from the constraint of the bra and you let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands on your breasts.

“Shit how can you be so perfect?” He asked, taking one of your nipples between his fingers and massaging it carefully. His touch was demanding but careful, his expert hands knowing exactly where and how to touch to have you pleading more, soft moans of his name leaving your lips.

You hid your face in his neck trying to muffle your moans as you started moving your hips against his clothed erection.

“Let me hear you pretty… There’s no one to hear anyway hmm? I have you all to myself” He said, urging you to stop concealing your moans. Your hands went down to his hoodie, trying to pull it off of him without detaching your lips from his neck.

“I want to see you too” you said, urging him to take it off. He smiled cockily, his hands leaving your hardened nipples to pull at the back of his hoodie, taking it off together with his t-shirt. His defined torso was now exposed to you, silver chain contrasting against the black of the ink that decorated his chest and arms. Your lips parted in a quiet ‘oh god’ as you took the view in. “Fuck you’re so hot… Need you so bad…” “Do you now pretty girl?” he said as he brought you closer to him, one hand at the small of your back, the other at your hips, helping you move against him. He took one of your nipples into your mouth and you moaned loudly at the pleasure. Your hands got lost in his soft locks as you let him get lost in your chest, leaving your nipples so sensitive that the slightly colder air of the car was enough to make you squirm.

The hand on your back snaked around to the front as he began playing with the lace of your panties. He leaned back, wanting to study your expressions as he brought his thumb to rub softly at your clit over the fabric. Your loud moan made his cock twitch painfully.

“Please Will I need more…” you begged, feeling how your eyes began watering at the amount of pleasure he was giving you. The way he looked at you as he teased you and rubbed you slowly made you clench around nothing.

“If my pretty girl asks so nicely how can I say no.” He said, your pulse speeding up at the thought of finally getting what you needed so badly. “But first I need your pretty hands around my cock baby. Need you to show me how good you are. ‘kay?” He lifted your hips enough to fit his hand between your bodies and loosen his belt.

“yes… wanna touch you” you replied, licking your lips at the sound of the buckle of his belt. He slowly pulled his jeans and boxers down, his heavy cock fully hard against his stomach now in full display. You clenched around nothing at the view, mouth watering at the size of him.

“Go on then baby. I need to feel you so badly” he encouraged. Carefully you took his member into your hand, slowly beginning to pump him. He was so long and thick that you had to add your second hand in order to fully wrap him in your hands. The low groan that left his lips made you even wetter than you already were. “That’s it pretty, just like that”.

The praise caused your legs to shake slightly and your hands to squeeze his cock slightly at which he hissed, precum leaking from the swollen tip. He could read you like a book, examining every little clue your body gave him in order to coax more of those pretty moans out of you. “Such a good girl for me”

Your mind was dizzy with lust, beginning to rock your hips against his thigh in search of some form of relieve. He loved seeing how needy you were, how desperate for him to give you what you wanted so badly. He loved how pretty you looked begging him with your eyes to do something, anything to relieve the pressure you felt between your legs.

“Let me take care of you now princess. You’ve been so good… You’ll get everything you want” he said, carefully removing your hands from his dick. In one strong move, he lifted you up slightly and turned you around so that your back was now against his chest. You complained slightly at not being able to see him anymore, to which he pointed towards the rear-view mirror. His member was now resting between your folds, only increasing your desperation to feel him inside.

His hands went back to your breasts, toying with your hard nipples. You moaned, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. “Uh uh, princess. Eyes open. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come undone for me” He felt your legs shake at the dirty talk, knowing exactly what buttons to push in order to make you melt against him.

“please… please touch me… please…” you pleaded. He finally gave in, slowly sliding his hand down your body until his hand was covering your panties, feeling the warmth of your chore against him. Slowly, he pushed your panties to the side. You could see yourself in the reflection, now completely exposed. Your eyes met his dark gaze in the mirror and you moaned softly.

Slowly, he began drawing circles on your clit, drawing out a cry from you. “yes.. god… please…” you had turned into putty in his hands at this point. Completely at the mercy of what he gave you.

His fingers traveled further south, the pad of his fingers collecting your wetness around your entrance. “Such a messy girl… Look how wet you are baby” The sounds your body was making due to the wetness were purely pornographic and honestly music to his ears.

All the air left your lungs when you felt two of his fingers slowly stretching you out. You couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the way his pretty slender tattooed fingers disappeared into your swollen cunt. His other hand made its way to your neck, applying light pressure to the base of your throat. Your moans were getting louder and louder as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, loving the fucked out look on your face.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“s’too good” you moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure. He increased the speed at which he finger fucked you, slender tips hitting all the right places inside of you.

“Come on pretty, come on my fingers so I can fill you up” that’s all it took to send you over the edge, moaning his name as you shook on his lap. He pumped you through your orgasms while he covered your shoulder in kisses as he praised you for doing so good for him.

“Such a good good girl for me” carefully he turned your face towards the side, connecting your lips together in a hungry yet slow kiss. He then hooked each of your thighs on one of his hands, lifting you up and aligning himself with your swollen entrance. Then, he slowly sunk you down on his cock, stretching you open as he bottomed out. His low groans and moans made the hair at the back of your neck stand up as you cried at the feeling. He filled you up so nicely, hitting every part of you perfectly.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight for me baby. Can barely move you’re gripping me so good” His hot tongue was leaving a wet trail on your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust. Once he felt you clenching around him again, he held your hips in place and slowly slid out almost completely to fuck back into you again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the feeling paired with the image in the mirror of his cock filling you to the brim made your head go foggy.

“s’too much… too big…” you moaned losing control of your body for a while, the stretch of his cock against your walls driving you crazy.

“I know baby... it’s a lot, isn’t it? Just relax into it yeah? I’ve got you” he kissed your shoulder blade sweetly, not wanting you to drift away completely. His sweet reassurance paired with his careful movements brought you back to reality.

“More…” you begged, needing for him to go faster, harder.

“Hmm… are you so dumb from my cock already that you forgot your manners princess?”

“please please please…” you begged gaining a satisfied moan from him.

“That’s a good girl…” without making you wait more he began thrusting up into you faster and deeper, hitting your G spot with every drag of his heavy cock. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach as your cunt clenched around him.

He was trying his hardest not to come too early, but the way you felt around him and the image of your pretty body bouncing on him was making it a hard task. He wasn't usually this loud, but he couldn't hold it back. Panting, groaning, moaning, cursing, and borderline growling at how good you were making him feel.

“Is my baby close? Are you going to come?” he asked, feeling your insides tighten around him. His thrusts by now had become so hard that your skin slapped loudly at each contact of his hips. He brought one of his hands to draw circles on your clit and all you could do was let your mouth hang open as you cried, your orgasm approaching you.

“I’m close too, princess” You could feel his thrusts become more erratic by the second “Come on baby, come all over my cock. make a mess all over it”

Screaming his name your orgasm hit you like a truck, thighs twitching as you squeezed his cock impossibly hard. “Fuck baby yes…” he moaned loudly as he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum filling you up.

He slowly fucked you through your high, leaving soft kisses all over your skin with each heavy drag of his cock against your walls.

Your chests were rising and falling in unison, both struggling to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly. “You okay?” He left soft kisses wherever his mouth could reach.

“Yeah… more than okay..” you replied, a tired smile on your lips. He felt relieved after hearing that, wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.

“Let me take you out tomorrow yeah? A nice dinner for my pretty girl” He begged, his heart racing slightly as he waited for your response.

“That sounds good” you smiled. “Maybe we can come back and do some drifting afterward”

God, where had you been his entire life?

[kingaegond]

Psycho! Aegon x Psycho! Reader (Honey Blood)

Warnings: Modern AU, Toxic relationship, psycho behaviour of both aegon and reader, smut, blood kink, +18

Part 1: Honey Blood

She watched as Aegon cross the threshold of the coffe shop. He looked like an angel, his silver locks cradling his face. She thought no painting or picture would ever be near to how beautiful he was.

As he got closer to the cashier, she got more nervous and played with her dark hair, pulling some locks behind her ear.

-You're late- She said, almost a whisper.

-Never knew you were keeping taps, stalker- He said in a friendly and playfull tone.

-Sorry, i didn't mean...- She stuttered.

-It's alright love- He flashed a smile. And she was about to past out so she held onto the counter.

-What would you like?- She smiled.

-You tell me love.

-Chocolate with 3 sugars.

-You know me well- He smiled

Aegon handed her a black card and his fingers grazed hers. She tried to keep herself calm and continue with his order.

Then she saw him cross the street and walk into the Targaryen Inc. building.

It's true, he was late today. He usually came around for a cup of chocolate around 9am, today it was 11am. She thought she would like to know why. She had promised herself not to do it again, but Aegon just got the best of her.

She waited everyday for 9am just to see him. At night, she dreamed about him and what could she say for him to notice her and she did wanted to try one morning, but he came in, arms linked with a stunning girl, she must be a model or something she thought. But most of the time, he came alone, most people would want coffe but he wanted chocolate, icy on the summers and warm in winter.

As the time passed, she learned a few things, he was Aegon II Targaryen, soon to be CEO of Targaryen Inc., known to be quite the party animal and ladies man and quite fond of sweets.

As I said, she had promised herself not to do it again, but Aegon was driving her mad. Her doe eyes and inocent demeanor always got her out of trouble when following those she fancied, she would never get close to them, just follow them around cause she wanted to see them. She knew her infatuation would soon be onto another so she was satisified with just following them around. If anyone caught her, she pretended to be lost and one look at her doe eyes had people believing any excuse she would say.

So after work, she fixed her white blouse, put her hair in a ponytail and walked to the reception of Targaryen Inc. She pretended to be an assistant of another Company and asked for Aegon's private adress, she said she had been told to deliver some papers and her boss would kill her and worse fire her if she didn't suceed, she managed to convince the recepcionist and got Aegon's adress. He lived in the most luxurious part of the city, in the Targaryen Towers, the most expensive apartments of the city and owned by his family most likely.

She waited near the towers and there he was. He climbed out of his sports car and of course, another girl, this one was strawberry blonde, stunning and she followed fim into the building.

She knew it was time to go back to her apartment, but no one was waiting for her, she lived alone, no one would notice if she didn't came back, just for one night, she would go back to her apartment in the a.m. and be ready for work. She had never gone this far but Aegon called to her as if he owned her, she tried to convince herself.

She saw Aegon was asking the manager to park his Lambo, so she went into the backdoor of the building, walked to the nearest elevator and pressed the number 57.

Aegon lived on the 57th floor, apartment 11th.

She hid once she saw Aegon and the girl walking out of another elevator, they were kissing so hungrily, part of her wished she was the other girl and part of her was just happy watching, as she didn't like to be touched.

Aegon opened his door and he walked into his apartment, the blonde girl kissing his neck. He was distracted, so she just saw a chance and took it. She put her foot before the door could lock and as she heard them go upstairs, she walked into Aegon's apartment, being careful not to make any noise.

Then she followed them upstairs, Aegon's bedroom door was open and so was the walking closet in front, she walked into the walking closet and kept the door slightly open. She could see Aegon kissing her, taking off her clothes and trailing his tongue over her perk nipples. She felt her core, she wanted him so badly she could barely breath. And then, the girl went down on him, taking him into her mouth, Aegon gasping softly, looking straight at the walking closet door, looking straight at her.

She wanted to scape, but a part of her was spellbound by the moment, spellbound by Aegon. While the other part of her thought there was no way he was seeing her and allowing her to be there, so as much as she wanted him to see her, he was just probably staring at the door.

The blonde girl kept taking him and he kept staring at her through his door, his grunts getting louder as he came into the blonde's mouth. After that, he told the blonde that he would call her and that he had gotten a sudden headache and needed to rest for tomorrow's board meeting.

She remained hidden, she would leave once Aegon was sleep.

But as soon as she heard the main door, hurried steps came up the stairs and Aegon opened the door of his walk-in-closet.

-Hi love- He smiled with something devious in his eyes.

He look even more handsome if it was possible.

-I... I...- She stuttered.

The words stuck at her tongue.

He suddenly came and hugger her, caressing her dark long hair.

She stood still but she wanted to hug him so badly, she just pressed herself to him as much as she could, if she was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. And then she felt him, as he rapidly slid some sort of fabric over her nose. She couln't breathe and something smelled weird, she tried to move her arms to put distance between them, but her consciousness went away.

-Shh....I know love, I know...- Aegon said softly as he caressed her cheek and carried her body on his arms.

-

She woke up in a dark basement, it was clean and minimalistic, but had no windows. She felt someone was tying her arms behind her back, tying her to a pole, so she tried to scape, but her limbs seemed to be coming back into consciousness quite slowly, so she headbutted the figure and tried to run. But, he catch up to her quite quickly.

She focussed her eyes and there he was... her angel... Aegon, looking as beautiful as ever, blood pouring out of his nose, grazing his lips.

He just stood in front of her and she stood still, he pressed his hands to her shoulders and then her clavicle, she felt her body on fire, just aching for him so badly. He seemed to notice, and almost as if he could read her mind, he pressed his thumb to his blood and then licked his finger.

-Want a taste, love? - Aegon whispered into her mouth.

-Yes- She whispered.

Aegon kissed her and she could feel his blood on her tongue, warm and sticky and sweet. He tasted like heaven and she wished to caress his face and his hair so bad, but her hands were still tied behind her back.

Aegon grew hungrier and bit her lower lip, tasting her blood too. Aegon then pressed one of his hands to her waist as the other caressed her chest and her breast. They were moaning into the kiss, their tongues and lips coated in their blood, as drops of their blood were spilling onto her white shirt.

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Hey there! It's been a while, but I'm the same anon that asked for advice redesigning the Aerialbots (still haven't gotten around to that...)! But I'm here to ask for some more advice, if that's okay...

I wanted to make a fanfic including Sunstreaker, but there's barely any canon content (specifically animated, which I watch the most) on him... any advice on writing him? You're the Sunny expert, after all... 💛

Hello Aerialbot Anon, nice to have you back hehe. I don't know about being the Sunny expert, all this just started with the brain-rot from @shyspider fanfics and fell into Lambo hell… But! I'm happy you sent in an ask and will do my best to help!

I've been thinking hard about how to answer your ask. Since I'm an artist, I spent a lot of time designing how he looked and worked his personality into his finished design. Writers don't have the luxury of just adding visual cues though, so I scratched around in my head and made up a quick list of the main points I kept in mind that might help you figure out what kind of Sunstreaker you want.

When he manages to show up in canon, he's usually a narcissist and very difficult to get along with, so I made him very confident in his looks and very good at his job while being dismissive of people who don't outright impress him.

I wanted him to have more than one dimension, so I decided that he bases most of his worth around his appearance and competence. He's a little jaded and belittles those around him because he doesn't want attachments that can hurt him later. (Also, I made him sarcastic and difficult to get along with in contrast with Sideswipe as the "friendly" twin.)

He's used to, and dislikes, superficial relationships. Sunny is always getting surface-level compliments and so he's numb to them and actively avoids them. That scene in Guardians of the Galaxy where Drax said "beautiful people never know who to trust"? That's Sunny.

Looking at this list, my Sunstreaker is essentially a beautiful but aggressive shelter cat.

Of course, all of this is just for my interpretation of Sunstreaker. Yours might be a bright-eyed sparkling or a pretty-boy assassin, or a battle-hardened old coot with loads of scars. Who knows? With so little canon content for the mech, he's almost a blank slate, which can be a little daunting to work with.

If you can find a fanfiction with Sunny that you like, or even a similar character to get ideas from, that'll help too... I hope I went into enough detail and that this can help you out?

Feel free to drop by my inbox any time if you have any more questions or just want to chat~

[rebo-chan]

Sorry y'all this one's gonna be a long one lol fun analysis/theorizing/headcanoning whatever the fuck this is under the cut :)

So, lately I've been really thinking about Lambo and Tsuna's relationship, Lambo's connection to Vongola, and Lambo's spot as the Lightning Guardian. I know as a fandom, we tend to disregard Lambo because he has like.. two fights in the whole series or wish that someone else was made the Lightning Guardian because that boy is Literally Five. And I won't act like it wouldn't have been cool to see another character as Lightning Guardian (My Haru Guardian fans rise up where are you) but I think what Amanos done here is really fun too from an analysis perspective.

To start with, Tsuna's family is not really a..traditional Mafia family or even a traditional Vongola family either. Let's look at this here, he's got his Two Best Friends(TM), his crush's big brother, the leader of the Disciplinary Committee at his school, a criminal, a half dead girl, and the aforementioned five year old as his guardians. This is FAR from what's likely expected out of the Vongola family, even when you date it back to Primo AT LEAST PRIMO HAD PRINCES, PRIESTS, SAMURAIS as his guardians. (Though he gets away with having One Best Friend (TM) as his guardian.) Yet somehow, their family makes it work!! They survive the Mafia world, multiple times throughout the series and when it's not working they get stronger as a unit and they fight for each other and make it out together. And I think that's the beauty of their specific family.

So then you have Lambo, who Tsuna would do anything for just to avoid Lambo having to experience a fraction of the shit they go through. And Tsuna actually SUCCEEDS at this, he doesn't normally succeed when it comes to being avoidant of Mafia stuff but this was something throughout the series that he was so genuinely adamant against. He only let Lambo fight when he truly had to and even then he very minimally let the Mafia world wrap its greedy paws around Lambo. Kokuyo arc, Tsuna didn't even sort of kind of a little bit consider taking Lambo with them (which would later help keep Kyoko and Haru safe), Varia arc, knowing that this would disqualify him, Tsuna decided he could not allow Lambo to keep fighting.

Future Arc, Tsuna kept Lambo out of the fight as much as he could, allowing the non-fighters to take care of him and I-pin. Shimon Arc, Tsuna felt real regret at the prospect that he allowed Lambo to come.

(And Arco arc where Lambo was hardly present at either, which I'd like to imagine that if Lambo was involved in Arco arc then Tsuna may have just absolutely fucking died)

Tsuna to Lambo is not his guardian (Frankly, he doesn't view any of his guardians as such, they are his friends, his pride, his comrades, and those he has traded blows with and knows they can be trusted.) Lambo to Tsuna is his little brother. This five year old was sent on an assassination attempt that was absolutely in no circumstance meant to actually succeed and the Bovinos know that. To send Lambo to assassinate the strongest hitman was a death mission. So, Tsuna took this child in (or rather this child stuck around bc his Mom makes banger meals) and immediately Tsuna assumes the role of his brother. Lambo and Tsuna are the closest out of all the kids. (Ofc Tsuna loves I-pin and fuuta too, but I think it's safe to say Lambo is his dumb little brother)

Now, I don't think that Tsuna is ever going to see Lambo as anything but his little brother. I actually theorize that the way TYL Lambo is the way he is because Tsuna never really got out of the habit of babying him. He's calmed down since he was a kid and developed a more nonchalant personality with the occasional tantrum because you can't tell me Tsuna DOESNT STILL view TYL Lambo as a non-combatant. When Tsunas 15, he looks at 5 year old Lambo and goes no thanks that boy is never touching a weapon in his life. When Tsunas is 25, he sees 15 year Lambo and goes that is STILL a child he is never touching a weapon in his life. And yes he's completely unaware of the hypocrisy in my head.

This is a spoiled little brother no one can tell me otherwise.

So we know Tsuna just sees him as his kid brother and not a real guardian. But then you have Lambo's feelings about the whole matter. We know that Lambo doesn't really consider Tsuna a boss but as his big brother, but I don't think that changes a lot for Lambo. While fighting is scary for Lambo, he still desires to follow alongside Tsuna and his friends. He doesn't want to be left behind and makes Tsuna promise him he'll take him wherever he goes. He sees Tsuna freaking out about him being a child in a battlefield and he goes, "No you don't understand, I want to be there."

And that? That right there is what fucks me up after everything. Lambo as a concept for a Lightning Guardian feels really unique because of this. He's the youngest one. He's always going to chase after the others, trying to keep up with them, to walk alongside them. One day, he wants to catch up and be considered a rightful Guardian like the others. And that is so... Tsuna and him would be batting heads over this because I cannot see Tsuna relenting on Lambo staying out of the battle. I cannot see Tsuna ever feeling like Lambo's ready. Not because he thinks Lambo is weak, but because Lambo's his baby brother and Tsuna needs him more away from the battle or else he can't focus.

While Tsuna doesn't react outwardly in this frame, I do think it's not a coincidence that he could focus on fighting the battle and not be "impatient" as Reborn put it, the moment he saw Gokudera and Hibari on the battlefield. He could focus easier knowing his friends were running around saving Lambo and co.

Okay, so you have the Big brother who wants to protect his little brother from seeing the same stuff he does, from fighting the same battles he does, and wants him to grow up as a regular kid (a right which he had been robbed off the moment a certain hitman showed up at his door). Then you have the little brother who wants wholeheartedly to be there, desires to catch up to his big brother and know the world that his big brother knows.

How does this difference in value get addressed? well it doesn't because Lambo is still 5 and Shounen jump are cowards for ending Amanos series when they did <3 B U T we have this.

We all know this scene for when we rewatched Reborn for the first and went "..wait.." because that was some actually sweet foreshadowing from Amano. Okay, so. We have a Lambo who finally did it. Finally is someone worthy of being called the Vongola Lightning Guardian. And Tsuna and co are implied to have just been... Gone. All of Tsuna's efforts to raise this kid in a regular life are ripped away because something happens to HIM, not Lambo. And from Lambo's perspective, he's caught up finally but the person he was following isn't around anymore. He didn't think he'd see him again. I think it's safe to assume that this scene either implies that something happens to Tsuna in his 30s (since we know he wasn't actually dead TYL) OR 20yl Lambo is from a parallel world where Byakuran had actually won and actually took Tsunas life.

And I think that's some real meat to bite into for these characters. A little brother who will lose his big brother if he doesn't do something, get stronger in time. A big brother who won't let him join the battle because he's afraid of losing HIS little brother. A Vongola Lightning Guardian who wants to be a shield for his Boss, and a Boss won't let him be a shield.

And that? That's a good concept for a Vongola Lightning Guardian.

Thank you for reading this far if you did :] this is a bit of a ramble but I was thinking about it and I felt it nice to share. I hope maybe I shared some of my brain worms with you <3

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

A/N : This was supposed to be out Mother’s Day weekend 😳 read this first 💐

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jackharlow Feliz día de las madres to the love of my life. Baby, you make me the happiest person ever. Thank you for our babies, thank you for always going above and beyond for our family, thank you for loving us the way that you do. Thank you for teaching me something new every day. But most importantly, thank you for being you. Life wouldn’t be the same without you by my side. Mia and Ezequiel are the luckiest kids ever to have a super mama like you, te ami mi amor 😘 💜

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yourusername I FUCKING LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!! You really did spoil me so darn much 🥺 & the fact that you not only celebrate me on Latin Mother’s Day, but the gringos mother day as well. Love my babies for life.

jackharlow You deserve to be celebrated every day 😘

yourbestiename Not you sending me voice memos on how to spell certain words in Spanish 😭 we love a dedicated man’s.

jackharlow Thank you for that 🙌🏼

claybornharlow Happy latin Mother’s Day to you sis.

yourusername Thank you hermanito 🫶🏼

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yourusername When you jokingly tell your husband you want a pink Lambo….. Jackman, you really take me by surprise every damn day! It’s not just about the gifts, you know this. I know I said to return this, but don’t blame me if I actually end up keeping it 🙈 I love you, thank you for spoiling me this morning Mi amor.

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jackharlow What my baby wants, my baby gets. Even if you were joking about it!!!!! I love you.

druski damn bitch buy me one next

jackharlow You’re not my wife

druski I’m better, it’s called life partners hoe.

jackharlow Get out of here 🤣🤣

yourbestiename Ohh okay go off white boy, he did the damn thang.

urbanwyatt Let me take it for a spin?

yourusername I’ll think about it 🧐

neelamthadhani He didn’t 🤦🏻‍♀️

yourusername He did 🥰

claybornharlow Spoiling his wife as he should

cozane That’s hard asf. I need to borrow it.

mamamaggie PICK ME UP!!!!!!

yourusername On my way mama 🫶🏼

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yourusername My babies spoiled me today and every day. I’m forever thankful for the life I get to live next to my family 🥺💜 happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mamas.

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jackharlow You deserve everything and more.

mamamaggie They did amazing huh?

yourusername Yesss🥺 always spoiling me.

mamamaggie Only the best for my daughter!

yourbestiename The cutest little hands 💕and the best floral arrangement you could’ve ever asked for.

yourusername Dude yeahhh, those are the best.

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jackharlow Celebrating you all year long, because you deserve it.

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yourusername Te amo 🥰 🥺😘

druski I hope you went all out for mama Maggie as well.

jackharlow Do you not know me? 🙄

yourusername Of course he did, we can never forget about her.

mamamaggie Druski is always stirring the pot, now I know why Urb and yourbestiename are always trying to fight him

urbanwyatt FINAALLLYYY YOU GET IT

druski I was looking out for you Maggie 😡 no need to attack me now

claybornharlow It’s what you get for always talking shit about her cooking.

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yourusername Dinner date with the love of my life ❤️

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druski I’m over the Mother’s Day posts we get it. This is his birthday all over again.

yourusername I’m just going to block your ass.

jackharlow Do it!!!!!

urbanwyatt You’re just hating because you ain’t got a wife to celebrate for or kids

druski & your ass doesn’t either so sit your white ass down

cozane 💀

urbanwyatt I hate you

yourbestiename Cassie said “ohhh Tio Jack Jack handsome.”

jackharlow 🥺

yourusername Awww my babyyygirl, need to see her soon.

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yourusername That’s a wrap on mothers day weekend. I love my little family 🫶🏼 thank you to my husband for making every year so special and for showering me with so much love every day. I love you ❤️

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jackharlow I love you baby ❤️

mamamaggie The best daughter in law I could’ve asked for. Thank you for loving my boy and for my wonderful grandchildren.

druskispamaccount OKAY SO UNBLOCK ME

urbanwyatt 💀 BRROOO 😭😭😭

druskispamaccount This was probably Jacks doing, y/n loves me way too much to actually block me.

yourusername I told you I was going to block you for being a hater!

claybornharlow No way haha he made a second account just to be back here?

druskispamaccount Sure did because no one is going to stop me from saying what I believe in.

jackharlow What exactly is that?

druskispamaccount That one mother day post is enough. I don’t need to see it every day or for the entire week. I had enough on your birthday.

yourusername This is why you’re blocked…. Again.

neelamthadhani Is he blocked again? Lmaoo

druskithirdaccount KNOCK KNOCK, YOU THOUGHT BITCH!!! Y’all just blocking me because you know I’m right.

jackharlow I know you ain’t calling my wife a bitch……

druskithirdaccount NOOOO I’M CALLING YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS A BITCH FOR INSTIGATING! Y/N LOVES ME SO YA MUST HAVE SAID SOMETHING TO CONVINCE HER TO BLOCK ME!!!

yourbestiename This was a cute post of The Harlows and you guys always have to bring nonsense into the comments.

druskithirdaccount I have to stir the pot with them since you and Urban aren’t feeding into my drama.

yourusername 🤦🏻‍♀️

druskithirdaccount DO NOT BLOCK ME

druskifourthaccount I’LL BE BACK

drukisfifthaccount I’LL ALWAYS FIND A WAY BACK!!!

mamamaggie Sadly, this is true! So many times I’ve tried getting him away!

druskififthaccount Wait hold up. What?

druskififthaccount Okay okay, happy Mother’s Day to the sexiest mom out there! How you got with your husband is beyond me, when you could’ve married me. Hope you had a great weekend, your kids are little savages and they are lucky to have you as their sexy ass mom.

jackharlow I’m gonna beat your ass.

yourusername You play too damn much. Considered yourself unblocked.

druski I’M BACK BABY!!!!!! Y/N BRING THAT ASS OVER HERE!

jackharlow Considered yourself blocked again. Bye.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

I'm not a football fan, but this is supposed to be the home of Josh Lambo, former kicker for the Jaguars, who apparently sued the team b/c one of the coaches kicked him. So, now the 1970 home in Jacksonville, Florida is up for sale, and has a pending offer, but he's accepting backup offers. 4bds, 4ba, $2.250M.

The outer entrance has a beautiful Buddha shrine, very Zen. I'm thinking maybe he isn't with the team and can't afford it, anymore?

The entrance then passes thru this sunny hall.

And we emerge to a lovely sunny courtyard on one side and a sunken living room on the other.

Look at this- a second sunken sitting area.

That's a very unusual fireplace, if that's what it is, and it's double-sided. The kitchen is very modern and on the other side of the mirrored hearth.

Professional chef's kitchen.

Nice separate smaller kitchen dining area/breakfast room that opens to the yard.

Family room.

Love the built-in desk in the home office.

Lovely powder room.

Large primary bedroom has a terrace.

En-suite with walk-in closet.

The home gym.

Nice guest room.

Lovely courtyard garden with a fountain.

Deck and porch.

Beautiful waterfront view and look at the size of the docks.

Covered boat slip and dock.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3215-Front-Rd-Jacksonville-FL-32257/44556153_zpid/

[twistedwonderlandfantasies]

(Repost)

Leona Kingscholar as Your Sugar Daddy 🦁🧡☀️💛💰

Fem!reader

Out of all the boys Leona is like the most careless one when it comes to money i mean Ruggie can testify, dude just flippantly throws his wallet around anywhere and DOES NOT care (can't relate me and the poor people gang r crying aka me and Ruggie) so i can just imagine with his attitude and rich background he would love to see u in that sexy rich shit. ok remember to drink water bye 😘 ✌️

Song- Qveen Herby Sugar Daddy

🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡

- expect random boxes of gifts at your door that Ruggie delivers (this poor guy never catches a break). Beautifully packaged with luxurious ribbons and designer gift bags. When you open it up expect to find fine jewelry (gold, diamonds, pearls, whatever) or a silk dress. Heels? Bags? You name it. The price? Don’t even ask. He wants to see you dolled up at 8, so be ready.

-Besides the gifts, if you two are out somewhere and something catches your eye, it will show up in your room later. Broke your headphones and saw a pair you liked? Boom, yours. Saw you looking at your favorite snack that was on sale, buys you like 10 bags of it.

- If you’re into teddy bears and roses, will also occasionally send those. He will take note of your favorite flowers and soft plushies and specifically send you that. Don’t forget the chocolates! He loves when you run up to him later and talk about how beautiful your bouquet is.

-just spoils you absolutely rotten at this point.

- Dinner with Leona will make you dizzy. If he wants to impress, dude will pay for the best wine at a restaurant without even looking twice at the price. And the restaurant itself has a months long waitlist to even get in, so it's PRESTIGIOUS. French wine? Italian wine? Oh you like the stuff from Spain, sure thing. And yes, the food is served by a personal chef, full course meal of foods you’ve never even seen before. He would ofc have the audacity to say if something tastes awful, meanwhile you’re trying to figure out how to even eat the plate of food in front of you that looks like a piece of ART.

- Leona enjoys the speed. He doesn’t have a nice car— he has nice cars. Newest models of whatever brand you can think of: Mercedes, Lambo’s, even a Ferrari. Loves seeing you try and drive a car that costs more than both your kidneys as your hands shake even holding the keys. “Leona…. I think my fingerprints might damage the wheel…” “don’t be ridiculous. Come on, let me see what you can do.”

- Vacations are the BEST. I’m talking Bahamas, tropics, Fiji, cruise ships and private plane rides to some island that their family literally OWNS. Need a vacation outfit? Shopping spree~ Leona will 100% be seeing everything you wear, including Bikinis or swimwear. Will also buy you the things he likes and convince you to wear them. If you especially love traveling he will frequently plan get-aways for just the two of you.

- If you like getting your hair or nails done, he will always pay for it. He loves seeing you take care of yourself. This includes massages, facials, whatever the hell you want. You always being in top condition makes him feel confident, especially the looks you might get from others where he can then grab you by the waist and let them know this fine piece of work is his.

💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛

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- He enjoys a personal show. I'm talking about throwing bills at you for a lap dance, pole dance, he’d even pay you to play with yourself while he watches. The conditions? He has to control you. If he says do something again, you do it. You finish when he tells you. He picks the lingerie, he gets to rip it off. Leona is ruthless and dominating; his gaze alone is enough to intimidate you into following his every order without question out of fear of what might happen if you disobey. If you are, however, in a bold enough mood to talk back expect no gifts that month, and a painful disciplinary session. “Sit on me like that again… mmm yes good girl. Why aren’t you shaking your ass yet? Want to get spanked again? Tsk.”

- You lost count of how many times you’ve had to give the sucky suck (IM SORRY). I think it might be Leona’s favorite activity, watching you devour his massive cock as he pulls on your hair to force you to take more until you're gagging and tears are forming at your eyes. The way your lips kiss his length, your fingers playing with him; having you literally kneel before this man in submission awakens a primal instinct that drives him feral. Payday’s usually follow in a sore jaw and cum stained face.

- He more rarely gives gifts in person, usually in exchange for something *ahem.* If it’s a particularly valuable or expensive item he wants to see your reaction and saves it for when you two are alone in company. So the things you receive directly from him usually end with a hot and steamy thank you. “Put it on, I want to see it on you while I fuck that pretty body of yours.”

[littlescaryinternetguy]

What misrepresentations of fairies grinds your gears the most?

That fairies are just one thing, like we're all Enya songs brought to life by the laughter of a baby or whatever. Sure, there's some willowy, pale, mystical motherfuckers out there... and they're about as tiresome as you would expect, for the most part. "Oh my name is cannot be pronounced by the mouths of those who don't walk the Fair Ways but you can call me Wisteria" BITCH I KNOW YOU AND YOUR NAME IS SUSAN. You had the worst acne when you were a kid but yeah, tell me about how you were born of a moonbeam and the glance of a snow white doe. "Halt traveler, you walk on fay paths" YOU STILL OWE ME MONEY FROM WHEN YOU WERE DOWN THREE LARGE AT THE DOG RACES, DON'T EVEN START WITH ME CLYDE. Don't get me wrong, there's fairies who are really just born that way, but they tend not to flaunt it, you know? It's like old money. You can tell someone's old money if you're in their house and everything in there is absolutely beat to shit but is still the most beautiful, comfortable stuff you've ever seen. Then you find out that it's five hundred years old and was made by the people who made the throne of Portugal. New money is parking their Lambos in your front yard, asking you if you knew they have a Lambo. Yeah I know you have a Lambo, dumbass, I also know the debt collector and I know what he's looking forward to doing to your kneecaps.

My point is, fairies are people too (we're just better, ha ha jk jk). We got fat fairies and hairy fairies and Latino fairies and black fairies and fairies with a tremor in their right hand and post traumatic stress disorder who play music that sounds like trains braking. That last one is just an example, mind. No-one in particular. We got pregnant fairies and trans fairies and aro fairies and fairies with eating disorders and we have some fairies that are just absolute wrecks. But we're all fairies, so, you know, uh, respect is due even if we're looking a little off.

[reneserseya]

Apparently a way to meet a ten million bull rider is him rear ending your white lambo in your own barn’s parking lot.

- I’m sorry, - Connor McDavid, the bull rider, looks a bit sheepish but not that remorseful. - Beautiful car.

- Yeah, sure, - says Jack eyeing his beast of a truck in orange and blue.

- I can make it up to you, - says McDavid not looking away from Jack himself, eyes hot underneath worn down cowboy hat. And Jack is a goddamn hockey player not a damsel at rodeo, but. That twang of his sure gets that lanky body places. So he lets his eyes rank down deliberately slow to actual croc skin boots:

- Let’s see about that.

McDavid grins.

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[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

They all do their own preshow thingy, that's cute!

Why does it sound like it's gonna be: Johnny -> supernatural private detective, Wynn -> emotional closure, Neil -> visions and assassins, and Miles is just vampire administration.

He got a pin! That's kind of cute.

Sheriff??? No, poor Whethers "someone has to pay the price" it should be you, Prince pathetic

Lol Miles does not want to be sheriff, and I don't blame him. He tried.

Goddamn it no! Reice/Reece? Is the Worst! I wish they had just killed him. Hopefully they will kill him soon. Yes yes Miles tell him!!! I'm so proud of you for speaking up. 🥰

Rowlands is such a wet napkin of a man. Pathetic, sad when you are looking st it poetically but in the end just trash.

Okay but with if Reece and Rowlands are actually fucking, and that's why Rowlands is acting this way. Just a bottom wanting to please his top.

Hey! Don't shit talk Jane! She is a badass and amazing, we should all be worshipping at her feet.

Every time Rowlands opens his mouth I want to roll my eyes up ubrul I can see my own brain.

Stormy violet lambo is grey but it has this super intense holographic lilac glitter. Like it's kind of gross but somehow also kind of beautiful.

You heard me?!?! Are you fucking kidding me, Miles. I thought you were supposed to be the tactful one!

Poor Whethers, I don't want him to go!!! 😭 Noooooo Jane too?!? But whyyyyy

Miles is such a spindoctor omg. I bet Marcos could hear it was fake, they've been together so long (I assume?). We need some real emotion at some point that is not annoyance. Maybe make him suffer, emotionally preferably. 😈

Honestly I see Miles's point with Elsa. But this conversation is unbearable, it feels incredibly awkward. I'm dying of secondhand embarrassment here.

Whenever someone says we are on good standings, you know one thing for sure.

I kind of see both of their points tbh, but one thing is clear there was no way Miles was going to get this boon.

Also I broke the 100 episodes to listen to barrier! 91 to go!!

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Oh my..I didn’t even realize it has been a month since I have spoken! I did not think it had been that long, maybe 15 days or so, but not a month! I apologize so much, I had thought it had been much shorter of a time and I had planned to speak in maybe a week from then, but life got in the way.

But anyways, I have just been mingling around, relaxing or working. I will reveal that I am not an adult yet, but work still takes up a lot of my time. Along with trying, for my first time, AU August Writing Challenge so that’s taken up my time as well. I hope you don’t mind.

At the moment I just finished work and are going to see my auntie at a camping site. I will admit that I am very eh about that as I have just finished work and want to relax and sleep, but my mom had convinced me haha. I don’t think going to a camping site will be good as I am in shorts (short shorts to be exact) and this time of year there is a lot of miskitos out so I am sure I am going to get bit, unfortunately.

Other than that, my summer has been pretty relaxed and quiet, not really doing anything but having no motivation to get up and move. These days I mostly read, write, listen to music and work. I am also going on a vacation tomorrow, so that is exciting!

The Zine that you and I are in has been going good as well, my art piece is finished but I’m deciding not to hand it in until later incase I want to change something or want to touch up on it a bit. I noticed you handed yours in though, and I love it a lot! The butterfly glowing on Optimus’s finger is such a nice touch, and the colours!! The colours are so well picked out and go well together, and I love the shading, and the background as well, it’s really unique! ^^

Other than me, I love your recent art pieces! The Lambo-verse art was funny, I giggled when I saw it. Sunstreaker looks very confused while Sideswipe looks intrigued! Of course, I love your little persona (?) wearing a detective hat haha! It was a nice touch. As well as the show down art! Oh my did I love reading that, Sunstreaker, against Mirage? That’ll be fun to read/watch about. I love your Mirage design as well, I don’t think I’ve said that. I love his looks and how elegant he looks in your style, especially when he looks at Sunstreaker and says ‘and notoriously cocky.’ It just makes my heart jump because as much as I love Sunstreaker, your Mirage has a special place in there as well.

The rest of your art I unfortunately don’t know much about in terms of their fandoms and all that, but I really love the Multiverse Vistas content piece! The gold with darker colours just makes it..pop out more and become the centre of the piece while not being overwhelming, and the glowing of the eyes drags you to them as if in a trance, even if they are not real. You make them seem so real it’s unbelievable! Actually, as it’s you, it is believable, all your art pieces are wonderful and seem real in their own little ways.

The Sunstreaker with the gum was also a great piece that I enjoyed. Sunstreaker really is a beauty and beautiful, even when he is grumpy haha, I still love him a lot.

I would say more but it is currently 2:44AM and I’m going on a vacation tomorrow! I won’t have much data unfortunately, but I am only gone for a week so that is fine. Sorry for not messaging for a bit, I did not intend for it to take that long and I hope my next message will be in a shorter time, but we shall see. It was great messaging you, Shi-Shi, I can’t wait to speak to you again. Have a great day/night!

Hello there Meister~ (I'm reasonably certain it's you anyway) It has been a while hasn't it? No worries on the time though, real life is a thing, so I'm happy to hear from you whenever you have the time.

Minus your work, it sounds like you're having a fun, relaxing summer~ I've never heard of Au August, but the concept would be a fun challenge to work on. I'm pretty sure that this is too late, but I advise going with fresh basil to a campsite. Rubbing fresh basil on your skin is a natural and nice-smelling way to keep mosquitos off you. I have baby skin that panics at anything I try to put on it, so I like using the basil leaves instead of a chemical repellant. Downside is you'll smell faintly of Italian food.

So far as the Zine goes, I won't lie I kind of wanted to keep mine back too for the same reasons. BUT. I was afraid I'd forget to post it since life has been kind of demanding and tiring. It shames me to admit I was late on another zine's final submission.

I'm very happy to hear that you liked my Optimus though, I really hope that Mr. Cullen likes it too when he gets the zine....

Mirage vs Sunny makes me so excited! I had the idea randomly one day and went !gasp! How had I not thought of it before?

I designed Mirage to be "old/moonlight glamour" vs Sunstreaker's "new/sunshine glamour" so I'm happy that that came across to you. Mirage is a special bean to me as well. I enjoy Sunstreaker, but I think it's good to take him down a notch or two once in a while and Mirage is perfect for that job. (It's alright though, I make sure he gets pictures like the bubblegum one to keep him satisfied)

I had a lot of fun working on the Multiverse Vistas piece. It took longer than usual to do, with all the layers I used on the character, but it was an interesting challenge. I didn't win anything for it (unless I placed in the popularity category which is doubtful at this point) but I'm flattered that you found Nanook to be compelling.

I always look forward to asks from my lovely anons, but take your time and don't worry about me. Like I've said before, I'll be here when you have time/want to talk. I hope you have a good vacation and a good day/night.

[loveephia]

📍日本

OK,, SO STORYTIME (aka,, 2nd hand anime goods i found today ^^).

i was going to nipponbashi to find the snow miku nendoroid (now knowing the cost is DEADLY), but i looked inside almost eVERY SINGLE SHOP THERE, AND NONE OF THEM HAD HER. EVEN ANIMATE, THE BIGGEST ANIME BRANCH IN JAPAN (which was what my friend told me :p).

but i looked around surugaya shop on ota road, and found HER:

AN ICHIKA NAKANO FIGURE SOLD AT 2.4K YEN WEARING THE PRETTIEST, PASTEL-EST KIMONO E V E R. i literally couldn't believe that she was being sold for THAT price. i saw an itsuki nakano figure wearing the same themed outfit, but ichika just looked cuter in my opinion (plus, itsuki was being sold for 3.1k yen, so no thank you :p).

i don't plan on displaying ichika because one, i don't have anywhere to put her (like a glass case or shelf). and two, i prefer playing with her like little girls do with their barbie dolls. i'm going to make her cups of fake tea, set up a doll house, and buy a pink lambo. HAH !!! i will definitely be careful doing so, though.

next up, i bought:

A YOTSUBA NAKANO PLUSH. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

there was actually a miku nakano one too right next to her, but yotsuba's cheerful expression won me over (and the fact that i generally just like her hair color more LOL).

m'gonna bring her around the airport and give her some airplane food so that she's well fed. :3

can't forget the smallest plush sold at a severely uNREASONABLE price:

A BABY KITASHIN KEYCHAIN !!!!

i already dangled him onto my bag, and he's going to smile at everyone in japan all the way back to my home country.

extra stuff that i wanna mention:

- the surugaya shop also sold some adorable toge inumaki stuff that i wanted to take home, but i think the three things above are more than enough. ^^

- i was going to get my brother a zoro plush since zoro is one of his favorite all-time characters, but it cost 2K YEN. brother, i love you, i just don't have enough for you. 😞

- like zoro, his other favorite characters are quite popular (ex. sasuke, vegeta, unohana), so their merchandise were pricey too. i asked our father if any character from "demon slayer" (his favorite anime) reminded him of my brother, and he said "the boar" (translation: inosuke). so i laughed while trying to find some inosuke merch. eventually, i found a little plush of him in makeup, and i was so ready to buy it because i had a feeling my brother would've laughed at seeing the thing, but the price was at a wHOPPING 1.5K YEN.

- i got a few gacha capsules for myself since my family and i spotted this little gacha machine pop-up in our train station, and i spent 800 yen on this beauty:

a plastic wedding nino nakano figure !!!! y'know, at first i was a bit irritated with the fact that when i opened the capsule, only the upper half of her torso was there, so i thought that i had to spend another 800 yen for her dress. then i realized her dress was actually the gacha capsule itself, which was really cool and convenient :D!!

bro, i had a BALL going around to shop (thank you dearly, oh mother and father, for the allowance which i wisely spent /hj) because the last time i went to japan, i only got sanrio plushies and not actual anime stuff. fueee. ( ´△｀) . . .