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hoodharlow · 2 years

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Day Care in Her—

An: I had THOTS and had to 🤭🤭🤭 gif from @jackharlows in this gifset.

Requested? No

Warnings: smut, rude fans that like to give their unwanted two cents

Word Count: 2.1k words

Miriam huffed in frustration. Jack called her and asked if she could go to the studio so that he could show her something. She agreed but she didn’t know what to wear. She saw that EST.Gee posted that he was in the studio with him but there were a few girls chilling on a couch. They were dressed like they were heading out to the club. So Miriam had to look good, but not too good that it was obvious that she was trying to show them up.

She settled with a black denim skirt and jacket from Diesel paired with a cropped wife beater (sans bra) and her Doc Martens. She grabbed her petal pink Prada terry mini bag along with her car keys.

Miriam hated driving at night, but luckily Jack’s apartment wasn’t that from the studio. They were in Atlanta for a few days before they went to Louisville for a dewndays. Jack wanted to spend as much time as possible with Miriam before he had to go on tour and she started working on her show.

Twenty minutes later she arrived at the studio. Before getting out of the car, she texted Jack that she was already there. She made her way inside and greeted the front desk woman. Security greeted her and told her the room Jack and EST.Gee were in. Before she could knock, the door swung open, revealing Jack.

“I was gonna go get you.” he said before greeting her with a kiss. He pulled away and took her, noting how short her skirt was. “You look good. You think we can go to the car real quick?”

“No, you said you wanted to show me something.” Miriam said, pushing her way inside. She went to greet EST.Gee. “Hi George!”

They made some small talk while the sound engineer set up the song for Miriam to listen to. Jack had recorded his verse for the song, but he wanted her input on it because the lyrics were a bit raunchy and he didn’t want to put something out if it made her uncomfortable.

“Aight Mina, Dina and Karina we’re gonna need you guys to step out.” EST.Gee said to the influencers that were on the couch and didn’t greet Miriam back when she said hi to them.

“Why does she get to stay?” one of them said in a snarky tone.

“Because I said so. Now step out so me and Jack can work.” he said, nodding to the door.

The three women grabbed their bags and stepped out of the room. Miriam shrugged off her jacket and draped it behind Jack’s chair. She settled on his lap.

“You’re a fucking tease.” Jack murmured, not tearing his gaze away from her chest. Her top was very thin and the AC was on, meaning her nipples were proudly on display.

“With what?” she tilted her head.

“‘With what?’” He mimicked her. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder, giving him access to her neck. He whispered, “You’re lucky Gee is here because wasn’t, I would have bent you over and taken you right here.”

“We’re gonna play the song, so cool it on the dry humping.” EST.Gee said.

“Yeah, Jack, cool it with the dry humping.” Miriam said, pressing her ass on his dick.

The producer typed some things on the computer and then the song started to play. All focus was on Miriam. Her face was neutral and unreadable as the song played. She shifted on Jack’s lap, turning so she would be facing forward.

“Can you play it again, please?” Miriam asked the producer.

“Of course.” they said, replaying the song.

“I liked it. It reminded me of the ‘Stranger Things’ theme song which was cool.” she said once the song ended. “And the ‘another quarter million on the wrist’ line was so relatable. I have this gorgeous diamond cluster bracelet from Harry Winston that–”

“It’s ‘another quarter million on the list’ not wrist,” Jack cut her off. EST.Gee nodded in agreement.

“Oh, never mind that part then.” she giggled. “Either way I liked it.”

“What about the ‘daycare in her throat’ line? It doesn’t bother you, right? You don’t find it offensive?” Jack asked.

“Personally I think you should have said ‘daycare in her pussy’ instead.” she told him.

Behind them, EST.Gee choked on his drink, hearing her say that.

“So you don’t have an issue with lyrics?” Jack asked her once more.

“No, they’re fine,” she reassured him. “But I appreciate that you asked.”

“We just have to tweak some things, and the song is done.” the producer said. “It’ll take at most half an hour.

“You drove right?” Jack asked Miriam.

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Gee picked me up, wanna hang back and then we’ll go get something to eat?”

“Okay.”

Miriam knew Jack was a perfectionist. He's the type of guy to stay in the studio hours after with the sound engineers and producers until the song was perfect for him. Her astrology friend said he was a perfectionist because he has a virgo mood in his birth chart. Miriam had no idea what that meant, but she just nodded along to what her friend was saying.

As promised they finished in half an hour. Miriam was on her phone playing Candy Crush, struggling on a level she’s been stuck on since this morning.

“What are you in the mood for?” He asked as he helped her in the car.

“You.” she said, eying how good he looked in his t-shirt and sweats.

“Be serious, Miriam.”

“I know this isn’t coming from the guy who said that he would have bent me over in the studio.”

Miriam’s eyes never left Jack’s blue ones as she took him deeper in her mouth. He tightly gripped the center console on his car. His stomach began to contract, letting Miriam know that he was close. Slowly, she pulled him out of her mouth until only his tip rested on her tongue. She widened her eyes, making her look more innocent as she stroked him. Then she took him back in her mouth, bobbing her head, as he came.

Just to annoy him, she cleaned him up like she was licking a popsicle to keep it from melting. She wiped the corners of her mouth and sat in her seat.

“Are you still in a bad mood?” she asked him, referring to how their server at the pizza place they went to kept going back and forth trying to flirt with her while they ate.

“He was fucking fliritng with you and you let him.” he argued, putting his cock back in his sweats.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were eating the free wings.” she muttered low enough for him not to hear her.

“What was that?” he snapped at her.

“Nada malagradecido.”

Miriam got out of the car and stomped ahead of him. Jack had to jog to catch up to her before she got in the elevator.

“I’m just saying if the server was a girl and flirting with me, you would be giving me shit.” he said when they reached their private floor.

“No I wouldn’t have. I would have pimped you out so we can get free shit.” she said, replying to a text Claudia sent her as he unlocked the door.

“Bullshit.”

“I’m not lying. I’m not fucking insecure of some girl who’s only flirting with you so you can give her extra money.”

“But if it was Anitta.”

“That shit is different and you know it.”

“Enlighten me, Miriam.”

“It just is and you’re being unnecessarily petty.”

“Are you kinda turned on?” He asked her, changing the subject.

“A little.” she giggled.

“Can I bend you over on the couch?”

“Yeah.'' Miriam nodded enthusiastically.

She tossed her jacket and top on the ottoman and climbed onto the couch. She took her time, stretching a few times while Jack took off his sweats and boxer-briefs. She wiggled her ass, taunting him, but Jack pretended she wasn’t getting under his skin. He pushed her skirt so that it was on her hips and slowly peeled off her panties down to her knees and lined himself up like he was about to enter her.

Instead he gripped her hips and kissed up from her waist. He reached her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss before leaning back on one of his knees, the other leg planted firmly on the hardwood floor. While one hand was on her hip, the other went to her core. His fingers teasingly rubbed her clit. Miriam dropped her head and groaned in frustration. She didn’t need to turn around to know that he wore the biggest smirk on his face. She just knew with the way he kept touching her, making her grow even more restless than she was.

“Jack, please just fuck me.” She gave in. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was all fun and games, but not when she was the one getting teased. She looked behind her where Jack was. “I’m about to go up to your room and fuck my—AH!”

Jack pulled out and pushed himself in her once more. His hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Miriam couldn’t hold back. She begged Jack to keep fucking her at that deliciously slow and rough pace she loved. He leaned over, his chest against her back.

“Fuck.” Jack moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Miriam. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“That’s it, take me so good, Miriam.” He groaned in her ear. Jack shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hit her in that spot that made her beg for him.

“Please, fuck—”

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Jack worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Miriam. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Jack’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Miriam, spilling every last drop in her.

“Are you still mad?” Miriam asked Jack, shifting around so that she was laying on top of him.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “Next time try to get some free cheesy garlic bread.”

***

A few weeks had gone by. Jack was on tour and Miriam was at his Atlanta apartment making breakfast before she headed out to set. She was staying there because she was filming a mini series with her mom and Aaron Taylor-Johnson but she was staying at Jack's apartment because her and Isabela had opposing characters and they didn’t want to interfere with their characters’ dynamics if they stayed in the same place.

She was typing out the caption for tik tok she filmed with Aaron Taylor-Johnson when she got a call from Jack. She declined his call and finished up the caption. Not liking the long caption she deleted it and wrote ‘you’re welcome’ because it her and Aaron doing Beyonce’s ‘Cuff It’ challenge. She knew the girlies, gays and theys were going to enjoy watching Aaron sway his hips in grey sweats.

Jack called her again. She furrowed her eyebrows. He rarely called her back when she denied his calls.

“Yeah?” she answered, switching to facetime.

“Have you checked Twitter?” he asked in an anxious tone.

“No, I deleted the app off my phone after the Emmys.” she said. “What happened?”

“People are mad.” he sighed.

“About?” she said walking to her MacBook.

“The song with Gee. According to people I shouldn’t be talking about you like that because you’re now an Emmy award winning actress.” he rolled his eyes.

“Hold on.” she said quickly logging into Twitter.

Once the page loaded, she was bombarded with people’s tweets calling Jack disrespectful for objectifycing her and how he shouldn't lie about the types of sex they have. Some tweets are from his fans crying because they wished they were Miriam. But the ones going around more are the people calling out Jack.

“Okay they’re doing too much.” she said, closing her laptop. “I’ll fix it.”

“How?”

“Leave that to me.” she said, pulling out her bagel out of the toaster. “Can I call you in a bit?”

“Sure.”

“Okay love you.”

“I love you too.” he hung up.

Miriam added some light butter to her bagel and munched on it while she scrolled through her videos. After what felt like an eternity, she stumbled on the video of her eating vanilla ice cream. She uploaded it to her instagram. She captioned it, ‘substituting my man’s sweet, sweet se– with ice cream since he’s not here to put a daycare in my throat’ and posted it. Instantly her phone was flooding with comments and reactions to her post.

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iampowerhungry · 10 months

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48HC Update!

Don't worry, I'll try keeping things short. So, following ahead from this post. I have managed to manifest all of them with the 3D having no choice but to catch up and reflect my 4D. Don't worry huns, I'll show off some pictures.

I swear to god, I really need to update those circles but they're already so pretty ugh.

Desired Appearance - I actually think I look a lot more like Kang Sujin and Seo Nari combined, my waist is snatched and my skin is clear fr fr. I gained weight as I intended and my stomach feels so tight, abs you know? I love having a toned body oh and bigger cherries, I have to buy some new bra size because the old ones don't fit anymore, fun.

Inhumane / Supernatural Beauty ability ( The biggest Glo - Up ) - Compliments, stares, people having a crush on me, and being everyone's crush.

Becoming the personification of 'The Art of Seduction'- Reading people became a lot easier, and persuading them too, I didn't even need to ask my dad twice to buy me Prada.

Desired weight - Coming close! My ideal weight is 57kg, and I have a bigger appetite.

Martial Arts Expert / Master / Peak Human Reflexes - My stamina is basically unlimited! No more leg pains after leg day.

Grades Revision ( Being highly respected as the top student ) - People always ask me when it comes down to the knowledge of everything, literally.

Enhanced soft skills ability, charisma, leadership, and empathy - I've always had it, and so many more people love me.

Being the Mysterious It Girl + Beauty & Brains - Not a surprise really, someone said reading me is basically like trying to read a new language entirely.

Trophies, Medallions, more gold medals. Specifically Olympics - a lot more competitions! I also won one of my competitions, first place!

SP ( Upcoming success story coming up that's for sure, and love - dovey love story behind that ) - Many of his friends like e, not sure how to take that but I'll take it and many of them ship us still haha. He's coming along soon, don't worry my doves.

Being able to manifest anything instantly through perfect sc (self-concept), literally, I already have perfect sc. - I literally got a smartwatch, Bakugo figurine, and a t-shirt I wanted by affirming once.

All my other notes app desires lmao - I'm very much indifferent to my sps or desired people, to be honest, I'm stuck with myself and I'm happy with that. I have a much closer relationship to my family and desired people.

Photographic Memory - Better memory! Still ongoing since I didn't focus on this too much, honestly I completely forgot about this.

Heal my Keratosis Pilaris ( Clear Perfect Skin) - It's basically clearing up!

That's all! I'm planning to do other challenges soon, I recommend doing this challenge, seriously, it's so good. And let's not forget a happy birthday to my beloved sister! @deusexmachinawitch, and a thank you to @zen-shu for creating this challenge. See you guys!

"Happy Birthday! @deusexmachinawitch"

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squishycheekanon · 2 years

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SugarDaddy!Techno x reader

Isn’t that right Prada?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Swearing. It’s @simply-vulpecula made me do it.

“Good boys who listen get to sleep in the bed, Isn’t that right Prada?” The little maltese yaps at you looking so happy, her tail wagging while she glances between you and the angry man behind her. His arms folded, his face contorted in annoyed pout.

“You keep pouting like that and your face will stay that way.” You snark stroking Prada’s head.

“Forgive me?” He licks his lips, taking a step forward, his eyes roaming over your smooth legs. Freshly waxed from this morning when you popped to the salon, you decided to get your eyebrows shaped and you were offered more treatment.

For free of course because Techno Blade’s mrs doesn’t pay for things.

“Forgive you?” You raise your eyebrows with a scoff and Techno grows rock hard, the bulge in his black slacks being ignored by the both of you.

He can’t focus on the laptop in front of him telling him that his rival is trying to by stocks in his company because you giggle and it’s so fucking cute. But his smitten smile drops when he sees you rubbing noses with Prada. Something so fucking adorable and yet he glares. He regrets it. The first decision including you that he regrets.

“Why should I forgive you?” You lift one of your legs up bending it so your lover gets a perfect view of your underwear. Versace, probably one of the most expensive pieces you own. It’s lace sown together in the shape of diamonds, he remembers being in the private dressing room and watching as you hooked the bra. His cock painfully hard when you twirl, hands smoothing over your exposed body.

“Because,” he swallows taking another step forward, the front of his legs hitting the wooden frame of the bed. His eyes flicker to the puppy who stares at him and tilts her head before she snuggles against you once more. His hands tense and untense, his jealously flaring along with his nostrils.

You’re so bratty and he loves it but it’s being directed at him. He’s not happy.

“Because what?” Your voice is tangled with so much attitude that he snaps. His mind reeling with everything he wants to do to you.

“You’re such a brat.” He groans thrusting up, “why?” He asks his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, a grin slips onto his lips.

He knows it’s his fault.

“Because I can.” Your giggle merges with a moan, your back arching. The large mirror that was fitted on the ceiling shows you your reflection. Your cheeks flushed red, sweat glistening on your skin, your hair messy and sticking to your forehead. Yet the man underneath you looks the same as he did this morning when he was working so sexily at his desk.

You feel him everywhere, he’s so deep you swear you see the outline of his cock inside you. Techno said that watching yourself be fucked is the hottest things you’ll ever see,

“you’re so pretty when you cum, you have to see it.” He sucked on your earlobe, both of you watching the construction men carry the massive mirror inside the new mansion. The architect shouting at some of the guys to hold it straight.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Techno’s nose runs along the side of your throat inhaling sharply.

Barking stops his thrusts “Prada.” You warn looking at the puppy whose chasing her own tail on the floor. She looks at you and sneezes. You coo and aww at the cute little thing.

“Pay attention babygirl.” Techno growls bringing your attention back to the mirror, his eyes bore into yours. He chuckles darkly when you clench around him. “That’s it” he thrusts into you again and again and again picking up the pace, he can’t help but say fuck it to the slow build he needed to feel you cum around him.

His hips slam against your ass, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together and laboured breathing just adds to how hot you feel. Because fuck he was right, watching the way his cock disappears inside you on a repeat is the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

The way he throws his head back and groans. The stubble on his face adding to how fucking sexy he looks. “Your pussy always feels so good.” He’s breathless, “oh fuck yes.”

You feel the sweet sweet burn of the euphoric stretch that always comes with your sugardaddy’s big cock. You just about manage to moan out an apology before your vision blurs and tears streak down your cheeks. He feels so fucking good, with each thrust you’re pushed closer to the edge.

Your moans and his mixing together into the ac chilled air, his pace building dramatically, becoming more and more intense the longer he fucks you. It’s brutish and rough.

His swollen tip glides over the spot inside you, your body goes still and you can’t do anything except let it happen. And you do, you let the tsunami of pleasure crash into you it pumps through your viens absolutely demolishing what’s left of your attitude.

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sunshineraindrops · 7 months

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My TS4 CAS CC/Mods Part 1

Hello to whoever's reading this! I'm prettty new to TS4 and i've been loving CCs and mods lately. I figured out that I should at least make like a masterlist to have everything collated in one place where I can continuously update it.

So here are some great stuffs that I found! Would be great if you guys could share some of your fav cc/mods as well. Thanks!

Accessories:

Feels like summer by Arethabee

Girls girls girls by Arethabee

Komfy by Arethabee

Long Scarf by Gorilla X3

Nuit Jewelry by Oydis

Stellar Earrings by Anessasims

Necklace 10 by Bobur3

Bare Hoop Earrings by Christopher 067

Butterfly Feeling Set by LeahLillith

Libellule and Papillon Glasses Duo

Y2K Headphones by Simgirlz

Female Top/Skirt/Pants/Dress/Set:

Ella Default Bra + Panty by ellcrze

Jessica Dress by Kumikya

Hot Girl Summer by Arethabee

Feels like summer by Arethabee

Girls girls girls by Arethabee

AxA Alt by aharris00britney

The Slasher by greenllamas

Random Set 5 by Miro

Riley Cardigan by Oakiyo

Sydney Top by Oakiyo

Sweather Weather by Oakiyo x QICC

Urban Eco Mini Set by simcelebrity00

Strap and Layered Dress by Sudal&Sims

Sadness Fairycore Sweater by Babyetears

Paradise Trousers by AdrienPastel

Levitation Dress by AdrienPastel

Milena Outfit by babyetears

Puffer with mini dress by Babyetears

Fall Breeze Dress by Blacklily

Bliss Dress by Christopher067

Grigio Girls Lace Top by Cubersims

Bell Bottom Jeans by Euno

Butterfly Frill Dress & Top by Euno

Daisy Dress by Gisheld

Zip Hoodie/Sally Skirt by Korkassims

Long Tube Skirt by Luxy Sims

Yelena Set by Madlen

Energy Set by Miiko

Leslie Set by Maxis Match

Holly Pants by pixeluniverse

Sulani Swimwear by Renorasims

Midnight Out by Serenity

Euphoria by Serenity

Naomi Matching Set by Simpliciaty

Mauve Swimsuit by sundialsims

Wave Bikini by Trillyke

Simsa Star by Trillyke

Taffy Dress by TwistedCat

Cutout Tops by TwistedCat

Rainy day by Trillyke

Male Top/Pants/etc.

Softe Part 2 Underwear replacement by grimcookies

Basic Sweather by Gorilla

April 2022 Collection by QICC

PRADA Nylon Pocket T-shirt Set by RonaSims

SP34 Sweatshirt Conversion by AdrienPastel

Aquarius Collection by nucrests

Blue Moon Puffer Jacket Set by nucrests

Hot Cropped T-Shirt by Plbsims

Sloppy Tuck Jersey by Cement

Ethan jacket by MarySims

cerulean by boonstow

CC Pack - Feb 2021 by darte77

Denim on Denim Look by marsmerizingsims

[Continuously updating - more to come!]

Part 2, Part 3

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neattequila · 1 year

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HARRY’S STYLE EVOLUTION PART 2 (HS1 Era) by an actual stylist

First off, thanks for the love on part 1! It was truly, so fun to write. I have such a good time looking into Harry's style because it's something I've always kept my eye on throughout his and my own career. If you haven't read part 1, I definitely recommend it, as I'll be referencing some things from it. (Link to that is here.)

This is part 2, which is solo Harry, particularly during the making and tour of HS1 (2017-2018.) I just have TOO much to say about his style for it to be concise I'm so sorry lol.

Without further ado, let's get into it!

2017!

Harry's first official appearance after 1D is on October 6th, 2016, a dinner hosted to celebrate his trio of Another Man covers with Alister Mackie and Kris Van Assche. He wears a suit by Dior Homme.

To debut his single "Sing of the Times" on the Radio 1 Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw, he wears Gucci tartan trousers (left). He has a real Gucci tartan moment here. Also wearing a Gucci tartan suit to perform on Saturday Night Live (right.)

At this time, his personal style is still reminiscent of his late 1D style. He's still wearing black skinny jeans and the infamous YSL suede boots. He falls into a real short sleeve button-up/Hawaiian shirt kick here. Wearing it during Snl Promo (left) on Carpool Karaoke (middle) and a black open version at a New York Rangers game (right.)

On the day his solo album is released, he wears a tartan Vivien Westwood suit with Gucci loafers (left), and on the Today Show, he wears the GORGEOUS bespoke Edward Sexton bubblegum pink suit (right.)

At this point, Harry's worn a suit to basically every public appearance he's had since 1D broke up. This makes a lot of sense. He's starting his solo career and wants to be taken seriously. What's more serious than a suit? They're often brilliantly patterned or in bright colors. Showing his fans and the world that he's still the flamboyant, bright, charming person they knew in 1D but evolved. Older now, no longer in a boyband but a Man Band, as he himself puts it.

Harry wears these Gucci wide-leg trousers with dragon detailing on the leg several times. I personally love this look. He wears a pink version (left) at his first solo show at the Garage, a brown version (right,) to perform at a Sirius XM event, he also wears a similar one to perform on the Graham Norton Show. Middle, he wears a Gucci suit with Roker boots on the James Cordon show.

Also, on James Corden's show (sorry lol) he wears the same Roker boots and this dark emerald green VELVET suit by Saint Laurent that I'm absolutely obsessed with and feel like we did not give her her moment (left.)

He's also doing Dunkirk promo at this time and typically dresses much subtler for those appearances than he does to promote his own music. It makes sense he's not trying to command the spotlight at these press events, instead opting to seem more like an ensemble player. For the French premiere of Dunkirk, he wears a suit by Prada and Roker boots.

In another Late Late show appearance (he does so many during this time), he wears this Loverboy jumpsuit by Charles Jeffery (left), and on an Elvis Duran appearance, he wears a button down with art that mimics his tattoos by Stella McCartney, along with black skinny jeans and Calvin Klein boots (right.)

In September of 2017, his official Live on Tour starts in San Francisco, and he wears a floral printed suit by Gucci (left.) Later he will wear a similarly patterned floral Gucci suit to perform at Radio City Music Hall (right.)

At the iHeartRadio music festival, he wears a harlequin Gucci suit (left), and later in Sydney, Australia, at the Aria awards, he'll wear one of my favorite suits. An Alexander McQueen suit paired with gold Roker boots.

At this point, it's clear that Harry's love affair with Gucci has started he won't become the frontman of the Memoire d’une Odeur Gucci fragrance until 2019, but he definitely has some affiliation with the brand. I'm sure they're sending him pieces and working with him closely. It's unclear if this is spurred on by Harry Lambert or if Harry Styles and Alessandro Michele are friends yet, but regardless, he wears Gucci more than any other designer at this point, and Gucci will go on to supply a lot of the suits he wears during the tour.

At the 2017 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, Harry performs wearing two suits. First is a light blue suit (left), and later, he changes into a black suit with velvet details and a pink undershirt (right.)

2018!

Harry will wear A LOT of suits during the Live on Tour tour (those were the days, huh,) and in a bit, I'll go over some of my favorites. (If you want to see all of them, that can be found here,) but first, I want to talk about his personal style.

We see him starting to move away from skinny jeans and opting for more expressive pants. In the picture on the right, he wears the first Bode piece I believe we ever see him wear! This fits the culture of the time as we as a public begin to move farther and farther away from skinny jeans.

He's not back to adorning himself in vintage t-shirts quite yet (we'll get more into that during his Fine Line era.) But there is a noticeable difference in his style, for sure. He's much trendier than he was before, and much like how his style evolved when he was hanging out with Nick Grimshaw and co, I do think part of this style change is due to his relationship with Camille Rowe.

Harry and her were first linked in July of 2017 and have assumedly been dating for several months at this time. It makes sense that he'd be gaining some of her style from osmosis. Later he'll even admit himself, "There's a piece of you in how I dress."

We'll get more into this during his Fine Line era, as that's when he starts dressing A LOT more like her, but I do think there is a noticeable shift in 2018.

As mentioned before Harry wears A LOT of suits during this time and though I genuinely do have an opinion on every single one of them, there's just not the time. So below, I'll highlight some of my favorites.

Left Harry performs at the We Can Survive Benefit in Hollywood in a custom Stella McCartney suit. Right he wears the infamous ensemble by Harris Reed (I went to university with them and am totally not jealous at all) on tour in Amsterdam.

One of the best things about the Live on Tour suits was that there really was a sense that outfits were picked for specific places.

In Glasglow, Scotland, he wears a kilt (left) from London outfitters Highland Store. When performing in Mexico city (right) he wears a suit with embroidery and right sparkly fringe (one of my favorites he'll ever wear.)

In Bologna, he wears one of my favorite Gucci suits.

That's it for part 2! Fine Line era is next, and you better strap yourselves in for that one because I have. LITERALLY SO MUCH TO SAY!

Thank you sm for reading! <3

#harry styles #fashion #harry fashion #gucci #suits #live on tour #stylist #styling #idk what else to tag this lol

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“Miuccia Prada, one of its queens, sent a jarring new silhouette down the runway for her spring Miu Miu collection, shown in Paris in October 2021. There were several iterations, but the gist of it was an ultra-low-rise pleated miniskirt (so short the pockets peek out) paired with a teensy crop top. Some tops were abbreviated sweaters or button-ups; others appeared to be the waistband of a pair of pants, refashioned into a bra-like band. The look was preppy, yet naughty; think early 2000s Avril Lavigne with a pop of Ivy League nostalgia. It captured the current Y2K-obsessed, pandemic-fatigued party-girl aesthetic that thrives online.

... No spring 2022 designer look has been more relentlessly copied, flaunted, gawked at, criticized, admired, reproduced, photographed and talked about than what’s come to be known as “the Miu Miu set.” ( 1 )

“It’s crisp, preppy even: the handiwork of Mrs Prada, whose cerebral designs know no frippery. Something @miumiuset creator Ashley Langholtz... describes as an “elevated, scandalous look” that also champions versatility.” ( 2 )

I’m not partial to revealing clothing, but this set is captivating! It’s the obvious contrast between the buttoned-up, prim chino pant aesthetic and “here are my glaring washboard abs” that is compelling! I’m putting Bakugou in this outfit in the future... because he definitely would wear this ✨ It’s a cultural moment ✨

#miu miu #prada #miu miu set

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lromarf · 1 month

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Chapitre II

Pima comptait ses côtes. Alignées, bombées, des lames de xylophone sur lesquelles elle glissait son doigt sans qu'une note ne s'en échappe. Elle regrettait de ne les voir que dans une certaine position, le torse tordu, les bras en l'air, le dos cambré. Debout devant son miroir en pied, elle était dans sa chambre les rideaux tirés. Les magazines jonchaient le sol et sur les murs pendaient des sacs de luxe, Chanel, Dior, Prada, une collection qu'enrichissait le Père Noël depuis se douze ans. Là où il y avait encore de la place, des collages de visages, de corps, de parfums s'entremêlaient sur le papier peint à motif fleuri qui avait disparu.

-Pima !

La voix de sa mère résonna dans le couloir.

-PIMA !

Elle avait doublé de volume et atteignait cette note aigüe qu'ont certaines voix féminines en colère. Pima remit son pull ample et rejoignit sa mère dans une cuisine immaculée rarement salie par l'usage. Ce jour-là pourtant il y avait de quoi dîner : une assiette de biscuits au beurre anglais siégeait sur la table.

-Pima pourquoi y a-t-il des shortbreads sur la table ? demanda sa mère en pointant du doigt l'assiette évitant de toucher les biscuits.

L'adolescente fut surprise de voir que sa mère reconnaissait ces biscuits bourrés de beurre, trop caloriques pour qu'elle les ait jamais mangés, achetés, ou préparés.

-C'est une amie de Papa qui me les as données, elle est sympa, non ? répondit-elle en détournant l'attention de sa mère sur un autre sujet sachant qu'elle l'énerverait en mentionnant son ex-mari.

-C'est adorable! s'exclama sa mère sarcastique, vouloir t'engrosser! Tu la remercieras quand elle posera chez Madame à ta place.

La vexation fonctionna, Pima se renfrogna. Sa mère, ancienne mannequin dont la grossesse avait interrompu la carrière, avait une tendance exagérée aux soupçons, prêtaient en général aux femmes des intentions malveillantes, et attribuaient aux gens les plus ordinaires un génie stratégique dont peu eurent été réellement capables.

-Elle ne sait même pas que je veux être mannequin, donc impossible, réfuta Pima.

-Enfin je sais qu'elle me déteste, elle veut que ma fille soit grosse, répliqua sa mère d'un ton péremptoire pour balayer l'objection de sa fille. -Ce n'est pas Carla, maman ! tenta à nouveau de corriger Pima. -Peu importe, elles me détestent toutes, soupira sa mère accablée par le poids de cette haine qui n'existait pas dans le coeur de ses ennemis mais n'en pesait pas moins sur ses épaules.

Cette fois-ci, Pima s'abstint de rectifier la fausse idée que se faisait sa mère des petites amies de son père qui ne restaient pas assez longtemps pour élaborer des plans malfaisants contre l'ex-femme de ce dernier.

Sa mère interpréta son silence comme un aveu tacite, et s'approcha d'elle. Elle portait un ensemble beige, du cachemire, une sorte de tenue d'intérieure assez chic pour sortir à l'extérieur, et Pima sentit le parfum de crème chimique que sa mère appliquait sur sa peau réfléchissante plus rose qu'à l'habitude. Elle étreignit sa fille et l'embrassa sur la tempe.

"-Excuse-moi ma chérie, je suis trop méfiante mais je veux ton bien, tu le sais ça ?" Elle cherchait dans son regard un signe d'approbation. "Je ne veux surtout pas que tu fasses les mêmes erreurs que moi", poursuivit-elle d'une voix douce en l'étreignant, "je cherche à te mettre en garde." Elle dégagea le front de sa fille d'une mèche qu'elle plaça derrière l'oreille, "c'est pour toi que je fais ça ma chérie."

Ce geste agaça l'adolescente qui voulut se dégager, ennuyée par cette attention protectrice. La mère se raidit immédiatement et relâcha son étreinte blessée par l'agacement de sa fille.

-Je te dérange peut-être ? J'imagine que je suis la pire mère au monde pour vouloir essayer d'aider ma fille.

Découragée, Pima regarda sa mère les bras ballants.

-Mais maman!

-On ne m'écoute pas! personne ne m'écoute! et quand tu auras rater ta carrière ce sera ma faute parce que je ne t'aurais pas prévenue parce que je suis folle! Et ce sera aussi ma faute quand tu auras des poignets d'amour, qu'aucun magazine ne voudra de toi! Ce sera ma faute!

Sur cette funeste logorrhée, elle jeta les biscuits dodus et brillants à la poubelle et de colère envoya l'assiette avec.

-Si ton père veut t'offrir quelque chose, il peut te payer ton prochain stage de danse à Berlin.

Pima retourna dans sa chambre se laissa tomber sur son canapé. Après avoir fixé son sac préféré, le Stam de Marc Jacobs, elle pensa à celle pour qui il avait été créé. Son idole Jessica Stam. C'était son rêve. Devenir si célèbre qu'elle inspirerait à un designer un sac qui porterait son nom. Elle pinça son ventre. Une technique pro-ana qu'elle avait repérée sur TUMBLR. Pima conclut que sa mère avait raison. Elle les aurait mangés et elle n'en avait pas besoin.

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One more drink XI. -Pierre Gasly series

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warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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- Milan, Italy -

"You can't tell this to Pyry" He pointed at me while he was cutting up his pizza at the small restaurant we have found in one of the little alleys in Milan. We have had a small argument about where to eat because Pierre thought about a restaurant we should go but when I searched for it on Google and saw that it was one of the most expensive ones in the city I said no way we are going to that one. I explained him that I don't need it to pay hundreds of euros for food. He tried to make me understand he just wants me to feel like I'm important and want to spoil me. I don't need that, I need him to be real with him. Prada, Gucci does not mean that I’m important for him, a word of a touch means much more because that one cannot be bought with any currency. After our conversation he seemed surprised but I felt like he understood what I was trying to implement.

"He already knows that I'm the devil. So don't hate on me when you get extra push up for tomorrow's gym session." I giggled as I dived in my pasta. "I love cuisine in here." I hummed as I closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair enjoying the tasty sauce. "What?" I looked at him when he had a small smile on his lips.

"Nothing you are just so cute when you are passionate about something and you are enjoying it." I looked back at my dish with blush on my cheeks and pushed a strain of hair back behind my ears.

"I have wanted to ask if Fabiana was mad about your post?"

"She was never mad, she was just doing her job. And PR understood too, so don’t worry about it. But actually she is really happy for us. She likes you. "He took another bite before continuing."But to be honest, who does not like you? Just look at you!"

"Oh there are definetly some people, and there will be more when fans will connect the dots and find my Instagram account." I took a sip from my Aperol.

"If you ever feel like it's getting overwhelming, promise me that you will tell me about it, okay?" He grabbed my hand on the table and squeezed my fingers as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"I promise"

We have spent the day walking around in the city checking out every tourist favourite places like the cathedral and we could not skip the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II also even though we have had to fought our way throught the huge crowd. At night when we arrived back in Pierre's flat we were exhausted.

"I feel like I just did a shift back in the bar" I sighed as I kicked my sneaker off and laid down on the couch in the living room. His apartment was huge. It was really minimalist, white interrior with black furnitures. "I can give you a massage for your sore muscles."He hovered over me on the couch and started to kiss my neck.

"Hmm it would be nice." I hummed under him and tried to arch my back so he could have a better reach to my sweet spot on my neck.

"Go to the bedroom, and take your shirt off." He got up from the couch walking to the way of his bathroom.

" Are we already at that part of our relationship where I have to undress myself and you are not helping?" I joked with him as I walked in the room slipped out from my shirt and laid face down on the bed. I felt the bed dip between my waist before I felt his rough hands up on my naked waist caressing it slowly.

"Mon amour, I will never get tired of undressing that beautiful body of yours." He whispered close to my sholder blades befor laying some kisses between. He pulled his hands up till my bra and released the clips with a single movement. I winched when the cold gel came in contact with my back. "Sorry I forgot it can be cold." He giggled as he started to massage in the mentholy gel in my back. His hands were incredible. "Baby your back is like a brick, I have to start massaging you more."

"Oh please I would definetly sacrifise my body for your hands. " I moaned into the pillow as his hands were working up on my shoulders. "Fuck..."I squealed when he started to knead my shoulder.

"Mon Ange if you are gonna moan like this I will have a hard on soon." He giggled and pushed his hands more into my stiff muscles earning another moan from me which was followed by a laugh.

"But you are doing it so good, can I book a once a week appointment in your salon?" I looked up at him

"It would costs you a lot babe, I don't work with cheap prices."

"I can find out a payment method I think." I giggled and I pushed my butt up to budge him in the crotch with it earning a grunt from him.

"Never thought that in my life a girl wants to pay me for a service like on Pornhub." He laughed as he swiped his hands up and down in my back as he finished. "But I'm not complaining" he leaned closer and kissed my cheek before gave me a big slap on my butt. He grabbed on both side of my waist before pulled me up on all four. Leaned forward and grabbed both my wrist and pulled me back to lean on his chest. He swiped my hair off my shoulder so he can kiss on my neck easier. I hummed in response to him as he nibbled on my soft skin. My fingers waved through his hair and came down to caress his cheeks.

“Pierre we have a reservation for dinner.” I hummed as one of his arm came around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“Can’t I have you as a dinner?” He breathed on my neck and his other arm came up on my upper body and grabbed my naked breast which fall down due to that he unclipsed it for the massage. His hand which was planted on my waist went down in my leggings and stopped at the band of my underwear. "Do you really want to go for that dinner chérie?"

To be honest my mind was not working all I could feel is that how hiw fingers felt on my skin. The lust inside of me was off the roof, and I was breathing heavily as my heart was beating in rapid speed. This man was my end, he could just look at me in a way or with just a few words and touch and I'm melting in his hands and cannot put together a sentence. In return I just shook my hand which he got as a green light and dipped his hand in my underwear. The fingers on his other hand was playing with my nipple rolling and pinching on the sensitive bud and tugging a few times. I moaned loudly as his finger went between my folds and started to caressing my clit. "Let your voice out amour, want to hear you moan and scream." He whispered in my ear as his hand went up on my troath and pulled my head back to his way. "Tell me a number."

"What?" I breathed out in confusion

"Tell me a number how many times you want to cum tonight." I let out a shaky breath thinking back to his statement the first night we have had sex. "Come on baby don't be shy. You know how much I love challanges."

"Four.." I whispered

"Your wish is my command " He kissed my cheek as his finger started to circle in a faster pace causing me to squirm. As his fingers did wonders on my clit his other arm was still on my troath sometimes giving me a little squeeze on it closeing the air away from the lungs which just made the whole sensation much bigger and I felt my first orgasm is comming with rapid speed. I was on the edge of it when he stopped, I let out a frustrated growl and bucked my hips to have a friction with his fingers. "Really eager one huh." He laughed in my ears.

"I was about to cum and you stopped, that's cruel... " I groaned back to him.

"Yea I know but I'm not rushing anywhere so be patience mon ange." He kissed my temple before starting to circle his fingers on again. I moaned loudly as I grabbed on his arm and dug my fingers in his skin feeling that I'm on the way to my orgasm again and now it came much faster and stronger then a minute before. But he was holding up on my waist strong and pulled me back on his body not letting me falling forward on the mattress. "One down, three more to go." He turned my head and kissed my lips, I hummed satisfied as I felt his plump lips on mine. I turned around and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and throw it somewhere in the room. I let my hands go around in his beautiful upper body, caressing his packs going up till his chest where my fingers waved through his hairy chest reaching that gold necklace that always made my knees weak when I saw it on pitures poking out. I twirled his chain around my finger and pulled him closer by it to steal a kiss from him. I tried to push him down on the mattress but he grabbed my wrist. "No, I did not finish with you Mademoiselle." He pushed my down on the mattress and started to kiss his way down to my waist. He pulled down my leggings and panties with one swift motion and throw it down from the bed. He kissed his way up on my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh really close to my throbbing core, but before he reached it, he pushed himself away and leaned over me and kissed me again. "J'adore chaque partie de toi. I adore every part of you." His fingers drawed small circles in my inner thight as he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Breath got hitched in my troath when I felt his fingers dipping in again between my folds and started to play with my hot core. As two of his fingers went inside me I arched my back and moaned loudly. He planted his other finger on my clit and started to draw small but fast circles on it as his fingers where pumping in and out of me.

"Pierre.. God..." I panted as I tried to catch my breath from my excitement. He was doing an amazing job on me, I have never felt this aroused before with any of my partners, he knows exactly which buttons he has to push on me to have a mindblowing orgasm. It did not take long to reach my second one, as I came I grabbed on the blanket next to my head as I arched my back and let out a small screaming of his name. "Jesus Christ... you are incredible.." I panted as I leaned closer to him and kissed his lips.

"And the best part is yet to come baby." He breathed on my lips and got up from the bed. I was still panting as I was wathcing him unbuckle his belt and pushing his trousers with his boxers down seeing his fully hard dick sprung up nealry hitting his lower stomach. I swallowed hard as my eyes were scanning through his body and everytime my eyes went back to his hard member I felt like I was getting wetter. "Like what you see doll?" he teased and walked to his bedside table to pull a condom out.

"You really have no ide how mouthwatering can you be?"

"Good thing is that you can have this sight as many times as you just want it." He winked at me as he rolled the condom on and climbed back on the bad positioning himself between my legs. " And I would love to take a picture of you laying on my bed like this, with that lustfull look of yours." He licked his lips as he push his tip on my clit earning a sigh from me.

"You can take a picture, so next time you are away you still have something to look at." I winked at him as he had opened his mouth in surprise.

"Jesus Gina, you say and do something something that makes me like you even more." He mumbled and leaned closer to kiss me as he pushed himself into me, I gasp at the still new feeling of him filling me out fully. I grabbed on his hair in the back of his neck with one hand as my other was on his chest. I could feel under my palm how fast does his heart beats.

"I like you a lot too." I mumbled on his lips and felt him smiling as he kissed me back. He started with slow but deep thrust, which turned into faster a little later. He was moaning in my ear everytime he thrusted as I was holding myself on his shoulders scraping the his back with my nails. I pushed my hand down between our bodies and started to play with myself to bring the pleasure to another level. He was thrusting in me with an incredible speed as I reached my thrid orgasm, I was whining as he was still thrusting in and out of me letting me ride out my high. But after I came down from my orgasm he pulled out and with and easy move turned me around and pulled my up on my fours. He pushed on my back between my shoulders to make me lower my upper body on the mattress and poking out my ass more. I pushed my legs more apart and laid my head down on the pillow waiting for him to take me from the back. He was growling something in french before he slapped my ass and pushed himself in me. I grabbed on the pillow and whinced as I felt him inside of him. He felt so much bigger this way and I have had no idea how is it was possible. The feeling of him filling me up this way was incredible. He grabbed on my ass and waist and squezzed it as he started to pound me from behind. I cried out from the new feeling of pleasure and I reached back and grabbed on his thighs.

"Merde.." He whined and leaned forward before snaked his palm over my troath and pulled my body up to his. "You are incredible.." He whispered in my ear as I was moaning his name out. "We still have one more to achive so prepare yourself babygirl." He pushed his hand between my thighs and played with my overstimulated. I cried out loud at the feeling of hurt and pleasure of the same time. "Come on baby I know you can do it."

"Jesus....I'm cumming" I screamed as my orgasm arrived with rapid tempo due to the new position and I crashed on the mattress planting my face on the pillow. I saw that next to the bed there was a huge mirror on the wall. The thing that I can see perfectly the two of us as he was pounding me from behind with rapid speed and deep thrust could even make me cum another time. He was panting and grabbing on my ass thightly as he was getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Putain" he let out an animalistic growl after it too before I felt him twitching inside me and came. He crushed down next to me on the bed pulling my body with his. We were trying to cath out breath again from our exercise and I was playing the gold chain on his chest, and planting some kiss on the skin under it. "Shit sorry I think that one will stay there for a few days." He caressed the skin on my hips which had some red marks on it from his grip. I shook my head and kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it." I leaned closer and packed on his lips. "That mirror was a good idea." I pointed with my head to the wall.

"Oh yes, seeing you in pleasure while I fuck you is one of the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." He kissed the tip of my nose. I felt my heart leaps forward at his comment because I was thinking about the same thing but hearing from him made it different. "Were you serious about taking a picture of you?

"Yes, why would I not. I know it will be harder for us after this weekend. I won't see you that much. And it makes me sad." I looked up at him as I was gathering my clothes from the floor.

"You can come to the other races too."

"Pierre I have to work also, I can't let my brothers to do everything instead of me. And also if you are going to the US it's not like Europe. And I can't take that many weeks off from work."

"Yea I know and I understand.." He sighed and looked down on the duvet and started to play with the wrinkles on it.

"But let's use all the time we have now okay?" I tilted his chin up and kissed his lips slowly.

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“Pierre, when will the guys arrive?” I yelled for him from the kitchen as I was preparing the dinner. As I just finished with my sentence the door bell rang.

“I guess now.” He appeared from his room and walked to the door. The guys have planned a get together on Tuesday afternoon due to that most of them will be already in Italy and they did not hang out during the summer break. “Ciao!” Pierre opened the door and fist bumped and hugged Charles and after greeting Charlotte with kisses on the cheek.

“Carlos is coming up in the elevator too so don’t close the door.” Charles looked back from his shoulder as he was going around the kitchen island to greet me. “Hey, that’s smells delicious what are you making.” He draped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me before trying to steal a tomato from the cutting board.

“Pierre wanted to have tacos. So that’s what we are gonna have.” I nodded the mentioned guy’s way before I greeted Charlotte too.

“Where is my favourite Hungarian wine drinker fella? “ Carlos appeared at the door and greeted Pierre before came to my way and out the bottle of wine on the counter. “O tacos?” He beamed and he also tried to steal a tomato from the board.

“You guys are terrible!” I laughed and tried to swat them away from the kitchen.

“Can I help you somehow?” Pierre came behind me and kissed my temple after making his friends to sit down at the counter having some drinks in their hands.

“You can cut up the onions if you want to help.” I pushed the vegetables in front of him with a knife as I turned back to the stove mixing the meat in the pot. Not even a second later I heard a hiss.

“Gina, I cut my finger. I’m bleeding.” Pierre whined as I turned back to him and saw a little line on his finger which was not even bleeding that much.

“Me too since yesterday so please try to keep the crying on the minimum” I turned back to the pot when the room erupted in laughter including Pierre as well. I giggled as I looked back at him with a small smile making sure I was just joking.

“So that explains your grumpiness earlier today. I thought you did not have your breakfast.” He kissed my cheek and stepped away chatting with the guys.

"Hey, I got a mail from my manager about that for tomorrow afternoon we can go out one of the close tracks in here for testing out some cars. Would you like to come?" Charles asked as he took a sip out from his beer. I looked at Pierre with a pleasing look in my eyes while I moved my head up and down nodding to make him understand that I would love to go a program like this. " I guess she already decided" Carlos laughed as he pointed at my way and Pierre just shook his head smiling.

"Perfect, then I will send you the details about it and the time in the morning." Charles smiled and called his manager.

Everyone left around midnight, we were sitting out in Pierre’s flat’s huge balcony, chatting and drinking. They were talking about their vacation and the plans for the weeks after Monza. I was putting away all of the remaining food and filling up the washing machine, when two arm circle around my waist.

“I will finish this. Go take a shower, you deserve it. The dinner amazing, thank you.” He kissed my shoulder and then my cheeks as he was pushing me out from the kitchen. “And after we can cuddle. Okay?

“I would really love that, thank you.” I let a small smile on my lips and walk out of the kitchen.

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“Babe, are you ready?" He walked in the room searching for me as I was going through my luggage searching for what to wear.

"I need like five minutes to get ready and we can go. I just can't find my jeans I wanted to wear today."

"You know, you can pack some of your things out from the luggage I have cleared a wardrobe for you." He leaned on the doorframe wathcing me going throw my clothes in my bag. My hand stopped roaming around the clothes and I looked up at him. " I mean if you think it's fast that's okay. I just thought that maybe you can leave some of your things in here so anytime you come here you don't have to bring that much with you. " He was so cute when he was rambling while he was fidgeting with his fingers. I was studying his figure as he was looking at his feet, I got up and walked closer to him and ran my fingers through his and squeezed his hand a little bit to make him look at me.

"If you would like me to have some of my stuff here and it's not scaring you that we are going this fast then I'm okay with it. Just show me the wardrobe where I can pack my stuff out later." I kissed the tip of his nose and his eyes light up and a huge smile appeared on his face. All the words from my friends back in Greece were going in my head about how much he looks like he is caring about me, and thinks about this as a serious thing. And I started to feel like a few days ago that I can really fall for this guy quickly but really deeply. With this suggestion it just made my heart leaps forward with big thumps, reassuring me that he does thing this as a really serious one. And that made me really happy and my fear of serious relationships started to fade away more and more.

"Okay, so we have three cars to try out. Two of them are racing cars." The owner of the track was pointing at the two black cars infront of us. "And the last one is for drifting. If you would like to try that one out too, we have a full drifting track for you where you can try drifting on dry circumtances and we can make the track wet so you can try that one out." He pointed at a blue chrome coloured Mustang GT. "I will bring out the helmets ina minute until you can choose which one you would like to drive." He smiled at us and went inside of the garage. I took a step closer and ran my finger through the hood of the Mustang.

"I’m really trying not the jealous over that car when you are touching it like that." Pierre laughed behind me with the other guys. I looked back at him with a huge smile on my lips " I guess you choose your weapon."

"Yes, I used to drift with a car like this, but a little bit older type."

"You drifted?"Charlotte asked and I looked at her smiling as I nodded my head.

"Dude this girl is the coolest one from all you previous girlfriends. She has a bar, has awsome car, can fix everything on them and she did drifting too..." Charles shaked his head laughing as Pierre grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.

"I know she worth a fortune."

"Yes, my brother had a car like this. We all bought really bad conditioned cars and we fixed them and tuninged them up. So we could go out to car meeting and drifting shows. I had a Honda Civic it was my first car and I loved that car so much. But it was a piece of shit it always broke down in the middle of the road." I laughed as I remembered how many times I was fixing that car on the side of the roads, it always had some problem. It never mattered to that car if it was boiling hot or it was raining or snowing it could just stop, so I always had a bag full with tools inside of it so I can fix it up. At those times I was not laughing when I was laying under that car as it was showering but now I can look it back as funny memories.

"Okay I'm going with her!" Charlotte pointed at me after she took the helmet out of the guy's hand.

"Hey! I'm here too.. I 'm a racing driver!" Charles squeled offended as Pierre started laughing loudly which everyone joined soon. " Okay so now the game is on. We will have a drifting race. It's enough that you stole my best friend but I'm not giving you my love." He pointed at me threateningly but he had a small smile playing on his lips just as his eyes were shining mischevously. I shook his extended hand out in agreement.

"Okay, but don't cry when I beat your ass" I chuckeled and I got the helmet on and I was watching the guys as they were getting ready too.

"Hey cool one!" Pierre stepped closer flicking my helmet. " Show this whining one that you can drift better then him, okay?" He knocked his helmet to mine when I shook my head in agreement. " But come back to me in one piece okay?" He pointed his pinky at me and as our tradition.

I started the car and the familiar humming started I felt the adrenalin pumping in my veins. I put the car in first gear and started off at the track. I did some warm up laps before I nodded the guys on the side that I'm ready to start the timer. Charles finished with a short time on the track so I grabbed the wheel strgonly as I started on the track trying to beat the F1 driver. Even if it was more then a year ago that I drifted last it was like cycling,you can't forget how to do it. When I finished the track with a additional doughnut slideing really close to the wall where the guys were standing.

"So what the time?" I asked looking out of the window watching as Charlotte's smile got bigger when she read off the number's from Charle's phone.

"You beat him with 5 seconds." She clapped her hand together and I got out of the car jumping around the car before heading to his way and took my hand out for a shake.

"Thank you for the race Leclerc."

"You did a good job Gina." He smiled at me warmly as he shook my hand.

"I don't know if I should be scared of your driving skills or be absouletely turned on by them." Pierre hugged my from behind as he whispered in my ears after I took the helmet off. "But I'm really proud of you, this was awsome." He kissed my cheek as I was just standing there smiling happily.

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My Angel baby~

izana kurokawa//: pt 1/3

"The hell i am!" Izana scoffed at his older brother. Shinichiro sighed. "You'll be fine izana." He walked to the dinning table setting plates and cups. "I think it would be a good idea. Plus mikey an I will be there." Emma jumped into the conversation while bringing the food to the table.

"No offense but preppy collages ain't my thing. How come i just cant be a hobo?" Izana grabbed a piece of toast an shoved it into his mouth. "Stop it! I paid for this damn collage thing! Your going that's it!" Shinichiro raised his voice.

"I see nothing wrong at the collage i was at?!"- "good morning" Mikey's voice entered the kitchen. His brightly smile was touching each ear. "The fuck are you so happy about?" Izana asked annoyed at his younger brother.

"Morning~" a feminine voice called from behind. "I see" he smirked. He eyed the young girl up an down. "Bye." Emma said walking to her spot at the table. "Nonsense em we got room." Mikey smirked setting the girl on his lap. She was wearing a baggy shirt with only panties under. Her large breasts were visible threw the shirt.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Where you going?" Izana asked as he watched his sister get up. "Im not betraying senju." She scoffed an walked the other way. The three boys sat at the table eating their breakfast. "So your ready for today big bro?" Mikey asked shoving some hash browns in his mouth.

"Oh? Your going to yukinos college to?" The girl asked. "Sadly" he replied. "Oh that's lovely you guys going together"- the girl was cut off by the ring on her phone. "Fuck." She stood up quickly and kissed Mikey's lips. "I have to go baby my moms gonna kill me." She rushed upstairs to grab her things.

"Bye baby!" She closed the door. "Well she seems nice" shinichiro and izana said at the same time. "Yeah...she's perfect." Mikey smiled at the door. "Is she gone?" Emma shouted from the living room. "Alright get dressed an head out." Shinichiro finished his coffee.

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The girl dashed in-front of the big gates braking her Prada heels. "Shit!" She grumbled taking them off. The girl entered the code running past the big fountain of her house. She quietly opened the door an gently closing it. She quickly rushed up stairs.

The girl slid an slide with the holes in her stockings. She finally made it to her door an went in her room.

"Your late" a angelic voice called from the other side of the room. "Yeah sorry baby sis." She said tossing the shoes in the big walk in closet then headed to her bed area seeing her favorite sister.

"You look pretty today" she complimented her younger sister. The younger sister was dressed in a white Crop Tee exposing her breasts. Unintentionally of course y/n wasn't one for attention.

Her black sweats went nicely with her converse. Her beautiful curled locks shoved in a bun,and the two strand in front curled. Her big doey eyes an naturally plump lips that matched perfectly.

"Raya your late as always." Y/n scoffed. Ah yes y/n l/n a mixed Japanese latina who was forced to live with her father an mother. Her father was a wealthy underground businessman. He fell for his wife over seas. The mother wasn't poor but not rich either. Just have enough money to live comfortably without having to work anymore.

She was grateful for everything but living with her family wasn't a normal kind family. Her brothers would get the spotlight of taking over the family business. Her loving sister raya is the only one who understood her.

Playfully rolling her eyes. Y/n stood up an walking into rayas closet. "You smell bad." Y/n giggled as she picked out her sisters outfit placing it in the bathroom. "Oh? Is my angel okay?" Her sister unclamped her bra walking into the restroom. Good thing y/n was in the closet she she didn't have to see the hickeys left by her boyfriend on her cleavage.

Y/n picked out a black longs-levee shirt some red cargo and black chunky boots. "Im gonna head for breakfast". "Okay!" Raya yelled. Y/n walked downstairs fixing her dangling earrings an clamping her bracelet.

She saw both of her brother mother and father at the table. "Good morning angel baby." Y/n walked over to give a kiss on his head. "Dad you should cut your hair. It's almost longer than moms" y/n said shoving a toast in her mouth. "Your saying your father has better hair than i?" Y/n's mother lisa asked her giggling while drinking coffee.

"Morning dummy one an two" she nodded at the women that their brothers brought home. "Good morning lady l/n" they smiled. Y/n giggled she thought to herself they must be their brother's girlfriends. "Where's your sister?" The eldest brother asked y/n. "Upstairs getting ready she'll be down in a few." Y/n took a bite of her scrambled eggs.

"I expect good things this year y/n" her father opened his mouth. Y/n nodded an smiled. "Always papa" her angelic voice bless their ears. Y/n was very angelic a nice going person, but ofcorse she could be a bitch. Y/n was a angel in her family's eyes. An of corse she was the youngest. When she was in high school she lived with her grandmother for a few months before returning to home.

"It's almost time for me to go papa mama." She stood up and walked to her brothers giving hugs to them then kisses to her parents. She picked up her books from the table and walked to the door.

"WAIT FOR ME!" Raya ran downstairs catching up to her baby sister. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully giggled at her sisters child actions.

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Izana sighed to himself. "Common bro it ain't that bad." Mikey hit izanas back while walking on campus. He looked around. Many kids talking, reading books under the trees, walking to the main building. There where to many frats houses trying to recruit people.

"Somebody fucking just kill me now"

"Cheer up izana" Emma smiled.

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