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☆ lia's birthday calendar
day 23: gold helmet x lando (ln4)
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☆ warnings: mask kink, dom!lando is wdc, power play, reader is a good girl, some teasing, unprotected p in v, slight degradation ⋆ inspo: (x) (x) (x) (x)
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you’re on the bed, just watching lando sort things out around the house.
he’s tidying up.
barefoot, hair a mess, and wearing one of those old shirts that somehow survived a decade. he’s got a box open on the floor, and he’s carefully lifting some helmets out one by one. inspecting them before lining them up along the shelf. they're last season's helmets.
he likes to put them on display. what a cutie. there are a lot of them now. of all his previous seasons.
“careful, you're gonna scratch them.” you say softly, watching him set one down.
he snorts. “yeah, adds character.”
he reaches for the last one in the box.
the gold helmet. the wdc helmet.
it catches the light immediately. almost obnoxious, reflective and still flawless. still new enough that it feels unreal. it’s a bit heavier than the others. you can tell by the way his arms tense slightly when he lifts it.
he sets it carefully at the centre of the shelf, and steps back as if to assess. he's proud of it. as he should be. he furrows his brows and tilts his head. he goes to adjust it again.
you smile to yourself. what a sweetheart.
“looks good there. gold for the champion, hm?”
“yeah.” he's blushing. “doesn’t feel real yet.”
you hum. “it is, though.”
he lingers there for a moment longer than necessary. just staring at it. almost admiring it. he exhales, and starts packing the empty box away.
domestic. normal and easy. back to routine.
you watch him for a bit. without thinking, you ask him something.
“put it on.”
he pauses. turns slowly to you.
“what?”
“the gold helmet. put it on.”
he blinks. then chuckles. “why?”
you shrug, deliberately casual. “i don’t know. it looks cute.”
that response gets a look. lando lifts his eyebrow, the one with the little shaved slit. his mouth curves into something knowing. his eyes sharpen a bit.
“cute?” he repeats.
you nod. “yeah, cute.”
he doesn’t move for a second. just watches you. observes. like he’s deciding whether to let you get away with that. he steps closer to the shelf and lifts the helmet again.
“cute… or hot?”
you blush.
“that’s not fair. you’re putting words in my mouth.” you say, laughing softly.
he turns toward you with it in his hands. doesn’t put it on yet. just holds it. his strong fingers flexing as he grasps the helmet.
“you asked me to wear it. so which is it?” he's calm.
you smile. “can’t it be both?”
he bites his lip. subtly and slowly. he smiles back at you. the kind where his cheeks meet his eyes.
“yeah. it can be both.”
he sets the helmet on the bed. you look at him confused.
he takes off his shirt. oh. what a fucking tease.
he puts the helmet on.
the click of it settling into place feels louder than it should be. feels heavy. the gold reflects back at you under the bedroom lights. you see yourself warped in the reflection. wide-eyed, waiting.
he tilts his head. just a small tilt.
fuck. your breath stutters.
something about it is immediately different. not just the helmet. though, it's doing a lot. the way his posture shifts. how confident and strong he suddenly looks. how he's in his element.
he takes a step toward you. you don’t move. he takes another step.
the visor is down. you can’t see his eyes. you shouldn’t like that as much as you do. but fuck. it's so hot.
“well…still cute?” his voice comes through slightly filtered. lower and a bit muffled.
you swallow. “maybe not.”
“no?”
your pulse feels loud. your thighs press together. “maybe… a bit intimidating.”
lando hums. "that's better.”
silence stretches between you. thick and charged. the room feels smaller. tight.
he tilts his head again. “stand up.”
not sharp, not loud. it's worse than that. it's calm and certain.
your body reacts before your brain does. you push yourself up from the bed. lando is very close to you. his helmet only a few inches from you.
“you asked for this.” he says mildly.
“i asked you to put it on.” you correct, voice lighter and strained.
“you're staring. tell me what's in your pretty little head.” voice still deep and muffled.
he lifts one hand, fingers brushing under your chin, guiding your gaze up.
you hesitate. the helmet moves closer to you.
“i’m thinking how you're being unfair. especially when you're looking like that.” you admit quietly.
a soft chuckle goes through the helmet.
“you know exactly what it does, lan.”
he nods once. “i do.”
his hand stays at your chin. not gripping. just holding. the weight of his attention almost overwhelming.
“want me to take it off?” he asks.
your answer is immediate. “no.”
you keep looking at him. his eyes completely lost behind the visor. his gaze still feels intense.
“you’re quiet.” he notes.
“i’m trying to behave.”
he tilts his head again. that fucking head tilt. so cocky.
“oh, now you want to behave? after getting all turned on from a helmet?”
his hand slides lower.
you feel it through your clothes. possessive without being rough. lando doesn’t hurry. doesn’t rush. everything is intentional.
his hand rests at your throat. not squeezing. not threatening.
just there. looking at you through the helmet.
“you asked for this.” he says calmly.
you exhale. the feeling of his big hand just wrapped around your throat. heavy and comforting.
he nudges you back with the hand around your throat. guiding, not forcing. you back up towards the bed again without realising. the edge of the bed presses into your legs.
“sit.” he murmurs.
you sit. he stays standing.
he stands between your knees. helmet glistening. his body solid and unmoving. he lifts your hands and places them on his hips.
“keep them there.”
you nod. such a good girl.
you see the helmet shift downwards as he looks down at you. he leans in again and takes off your shirt. his fingers brush against your chest. soft and slow. grounding yet possessive. he softly teases your tits, playing and pinching.
you whine.
“that reaction with just a few touches. no wonder i'm world champion.”
such a cocky tease. your giggle is breathless. “you’re actually insufferable.”
“and you love it.”
he gestures for you to take off the rest of your clothes. no words needed. you do so.
his hands slide up your arms again, thumbs brushing over your shoulders.
he's taking you in. the full gorgeous view of your naked body in front of him. willing. waiting. he pauses his touches to let the air hit your skin. small goosebumps form on your skin.
he doesn’t comment. doesn’t rush. just takes you in. all of you.
you reach out for him. for his cock.
he catches your wrist easily.
“no. you can only touch when i tell you to.” he says quietly.
“you're taking ages. you’re doing this on purpose.” you whisper, almost begging.
“yes.”
lando is honest.
he pushes you slowly back against the headboard. he follows you. one knee between your legs. pressing into your cunt. the helmet hovers above you. little muffled sounds coming out of it. he's breathing low.
he usually kisses you. sucks on your skin until he leaves little marks.
but not today.
his hand trails along your jaw, your neck. so unhurried. so possessive. claiming you. he presses his knee further into you. into your cunt. that nice dull pressure. little sparks of pleasure to your clit. you grind slowly against his knee. your soft whimpers get louder.
he stops.
he pulls his cock out of his boxers. thick, leaking. almost much more impatient than he really is.
he sits and pulls you up on him. guides you onto his lap. you straddle him easily, instinctively. like this is where you belong. your pretty cunt just teasing his hard cock.
his hands settle at your hips. you can't see lando's eyes, but he looks up at you. the helmet tilts back.
“this okay?” he asks.
you nod. “very okay.”
his hands stay locked at your hips. fingers digging in just enough to feel owned. to feel taken care of.
the helmet is reflecting your movements. little rocks back and forth. his cock is not inside you yet. you're just teasing him. soft glides of your went cunt along the length of his cock. he's breathing heavy. groaning softly. all muffled from the helmet.
"fuck. stay still."
but you don't.
you keep grinding down against him. your hands resting on his shoulders. his helmet looking up at you. his fingers digging harder into your skin. you don't even mean to disobey. you can barely hear him. just desperately chasing more pressure. more pleasure.
"you needy fucking slut."
he flips you over.
holds you tight and pushes you back down on the bed. he's above you again. strong arms caging you. he's spreading your legs around his waist. fingers rubbing your clit. it all feels strong, intense. not soft and deliberate like his earlier touches.
you keep looking at him through the helmet. his visor reflecting your own expression back to you. almost teary eyed. blushy, and so needy.
"is this what you wanted? my needy girl is so impatient. fuck. look at you."
little quick circles against your clit. your thighs trembling around his waist. a complete mess underneath him. the helmet hovers near your shoulder. lando is near your ear. close enough that you hear his breathing through the helmet.
he takes his hand off of your clit and starts jacking his cock off. his breathing gets a bit louder. more ragged. still muffled.
he rubs his cock on your clit. teasing your entrance. teasing your little bundle of nerves. so much yet not enough. not quite giving you what you need yet. he looks up at you again. he tilts his head. that gold fucking helmet.
he pushes his cock inside you.
a heavy blunt stretch. immediately sending tingles down your spine. his cockhead hitting your sweet sensitive spot so nicely. his veiny cock just dragging in and out of your cunt. so tight. so warm. so harsh. mean thrusts fucking into you. as if he's punishing you with his cock. punishing you for pushing his buttons. for not listening to him. he sets the pace and have to take it. all of him.
he keeps fucking into you. repeatedly.
long and deep thrusts hitting you hard. slow drags out of your wet cunt. then pushing the full length of his cock back in. pounding you. your hands wander everywhere. his shoulders. his chest. the helmet. that fucking helmet.
you grab onto the helmet and look at him. you can't see him. but you know he can see you. you can feel it. the contrast makes your head spin. the heat of his body, the cool touch of his helmet. you cling to him. your cunt clenching around his cock, pulling him in.
he fucks harder into you.
his cock continuously brushing against that nice spot. your back arching. it feels good. so fucking good. the kind of pleasure that feeds into every inch of your body. his grip tightens on your hips. almost locks you in place. his moans become deeper. soft little groans. his pace doesn't soften. it's firm, steady. he holds you down. his cock drilling into you. using your body like it belongs to him. and maybe it does.
he whines softly. you tighten your legs around his waist and push him deeper in you. showing him how much you want him. all of him.
he groans in response. you drive him insane. he's close. so close. abs tensing, cock pounding you. hands digging into your hips. thrusts stuttering. his pace wavering. his hips still snapping forward but with more purpose. more desperation. you can hear him through the helmet. low, broken moans. almost whimpering. your nails dig into the back of his neck.
and he cums. you feel him deep and low.
the tension just drains out of him. filling you up. his cum slowly drips down your thighs. his grip eases. suddenly tracing little circles on your hips, instead of pressing you down. you hear lando trying to recover his breath. slowly. little inhales and exhales. all filtered in the helmet. the visor slightly foggy. he's quiet. and so are you.
lando lays beside you. you smile, and pull of his helmet.
he's flushed, messy and sweaty. the kind of lando you always see after every race. pretty and soft. flustered and tired.
he smiles back, keeping you close. one arm is firm around your waist. still tracing those soft circles. you're tapping softly on the helmet. those little taps fill the silence. it's comforting.
you look at your own reflection. also flushed, messy. claimed in the most intimate way. relaxed.
"you're dangerous when you get ideas, you know." lan murmurs with a little chuckle.
"it's good motivation to get another one next season."
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my mask kink goes alllllll brrrr whenever i see lando in a helmet especiallyyyyyy the gold helmet its sooo hot omg
and my tiktok fyp is full of men in helmets lmao
Was Maomao visiting Fengxian on her first homecoming with Lihaku anime-only? Because i couldn't find a similar scene in the manga/LN 1
Gotta say, I'm conflicted about its implications. We know Maomao's relationship with that woman isn't non-existent; she's not just a random patient she cares for at the Verdigris. At the same time, this contradicts with Maomao's reaction when she learns Fengxian passed away in LN 6 and has little to no emotional reaction during the book or even further down the line
I wonder if the anime will also add something there or if we'll get anything more about Maomao's feelings about her childhood
So, remember Broken Veil?
It was a video game inspired by Little Nightmares from some Russian developers. Unfortunately, according to some users on Reddit, development was paused several years ago and it is likely that it will not be resumed for quite some time.
So as not to ruin your day, I'm also here to introduce two other games that are heavily inspired by Little Nightmares and honestly, I'm more interested in them than Broken Veil.
End of Abyss
This is another one of those games developed by former Little Nightmares developers. From what we understand based on a trailer that came out quite some time ago, the game's premise is exploration on an alien planet, obviously with the isometric 3D perspective, but also with certain mechanics inspired by the Dead Space saga.
Lull. Rest after crying
For those who were fans of the first LN video game, this one might be of interest. Although its gameplay doesn't show much difference from its source of inspiration, the biggest difference here lies in the fact that the protagonist is not alone; she has to take care of a baby, and remember, she is still a child in a world full of monsters, as if she were in Nowhere, so let's just say this task is going to be quite difficult.
Finally, there is a mysterious game about which little is known, but whose legendary developers have captured the attention of the curious. I'm talking about Playdead. The creators of Limbo and Inside.
I've said that not much is known about it. Only that it will take a very similar perspective to Inside with certain strong science fiction elements, but other than that there's only very little concept art. And the truth is, I'm eager for this; it's been a long time since I've seen a game from them.
“Beautiful young man had to have been chosen by God.” - really Subaru? Man really is so blatant, he is just outright calling Reinhard beautiful.
Reinhard really is wanting no formality though look at him trying to actually get close to somebody. Y’know, I wonder how many times Reinhard has insisted a lack of formality in conversations with people & him getting rejected…
strangely beautiful
Realized I only had one more week to read LN 1 on Libby, so guess who just became a ln reader?
I can't believe it took me this long to truly process how many things MaoMao and I have in common, down to dreading any sort of promotion.
I made a Ln community if anyone knows little nightmares and loves it, if you would like to join it just gotta search it up (little nightmares lovers)(that is the name btw)
