#Lan's waist be so small like what do you need that small waist for? for other aeons to grab it? wh✧re /ref

[erveinangel]

God I hate how much I look at Lan's official art it's so GOOD. I'm gonnaf scream They made Them look so good. THOSE MUSCLES????. UAGFAFAFAG LITERALLY GAGS —Comet

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Little Things He Does

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: tiny bit of smut

He knew that you were one of those girls who appreciated the little things and for whom physical touch was one of the biggest indicators of love.

With that in mind, Lando tries to do as many of those little things every day just to make you happy. Some of those little things he isn’t even aware he is doing that you, of course, notice and which make you love him even more if that's even possible.

For example, when you’re making your way through a crowd and paparazzi is pushing their cameras in your faces. Lando is tightly holding your hand, constantly turning to check if you're okay, keeping you close to him and trying to shield you as much as possible because he knows it’s very much out of your comfort zone.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

“Yeah, barely..”

“Just hold on tight to me, we’re almost there, okay?” He assured you squeezing your hand.

Or how while you're walking down the sidewalk, he moves you to the other side so that he's closer to the road.

“So anyway, I told her that it's not a problem, she just needs to let me know about such things earlier so that I can organize myself.” You rambled to him about work on your evening run on the streets of Monaco.

Except on your way back to the apartment you didn't run anymore because you were too tired and wanted to tell him what happened at work earlier today.

“Yeah, you did the right thing. You shouldn’t keep quiet about such things.”

“I mean I have a life outside of work too, you know?” You sighed.

“You know you don’t have to work, baby..” Lando said sliding his hand around you waist and almost imperceptibly moving you to the other side away from the road.

“Lan, don’t even start with that again. We already had that conversation.”

He kept his hand on your lower back for a while before putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to him.

“Or I can do something for you to go on a maternity leave..” He smirked making you burst out laughing.

Or the way he constantly holds your hand even when he’s talking to somebody and when you try to sneak out of his grip he almost instantly grips you tighter as if you’re going to run away. Or when fans ask him for an autograph, and instead of letting go of your hand, he just switches it from his right to left because he wants you close to him all the time.

Or when he has you underneath him while he’s thrusting into you. When he’s so close he lets you know he’s about to come whispering into your ear.

“Oh yes, yes, Lan, uhh” You close your eyes, your voice coming out in broken moans as he keeps knocking the air out of you.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum” He stuttered whispering before spilling his hot load inside you. He was gasping for air, tingles ran through his body as he buried hos head in your neck riding out his orgasm.

He often tells you “You’re gonna make me cum” as well wanting to remind you that no one can except for you. And you love the way he becomes so vulnerable after he cums.

You could have the dirtiest sex ever the one where he’s spitting into your mouth, choking you, making you gag around him, spanking you and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, but once both of you finish he just wants to take care od you and make sure he didn’t take it too far.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks looking down at you and moving your hair out of your face.

“I’m fine, don’t worry” You smiled. “I loved it”

“I love you so much” He whispers spreading small soft kisses all over the side of your neck.

Or when you're in the paddock together and you're both giving interviews at the same time, you're standing a little further away from him but close enough for him to hear what the reporters are questioning you. He doesn't know that you notice how he can't concentrate on the questions they're asking him because he keeps turning his head towards your direction keeping his eyes on you to make sure they're not making you feel uncomfortable. So when the reporter asks him something he just keeps saying "sorry, can you repeat that?"

Or the way that when you're going to some kind of event or even just going out, and you're wearing a short dress or some other kind of risky outfit, he opens the car door for you and stands in front to shield you from the paparazzi until you fix your dress and are ready to step out of the car.

Or the way he always comes to apologize first when you have an argument. Neither of you can stand going to bed fighting, it's not natural for you. It doesn't matter if it's your fault or his, he's always the one who comes first and says "let's not do this".

You weren't even sure how the argument came about, but you found yourself yelling at each other for some stupid reason. You were tired and annoyed because he wasn't listening to what you were saying, he was still stressed from losing the race and you just went off on each other.

He let it take an hour for you both to calm down and give each other some space, but he didn't last much longer than that before he came into the room where you were lying on your shared bed reading a book in the dim light.

He sat next to you on the bed, and you ignored him, not taking your eyes off the book. He then gently took the book from your hands and moved even closer to you taking your cheeks between his palms.

"Let's not do this, okay? I feel bad for yelling and I'm sorry about that." He says caressing your cheek with his thumb. "I don't like when we're fighting and when we can't talk things out."

You remain silent for a few seconds to swallow the tears that have gathered in your eyes. "I don't like it either. I overreacted and I'm sorry too." Your voice cracked and the tears started to roll down your cheeks.

"Baby, hey, there's no reason to cry." He said pulling you to him and kissing the side of your head.

"Sorry, I just feel so bad right now because I know you still feel bad about the race and I feel like I didn't give you enough support and comfort but I just took it out on you for nothing."

"It's okay, baby, being with you now is the only comfort I need."

Or that one time when Lando met a little fan in the paddock who asked him about you.

"Is that your girlfriend?" The little boy asked pointing his finger towards you. You weren't with them but talking to some other fan further away from the two of them.

Lando looked in the direction the boy was pointing and nodded. "Yeah, that's y/n, my girlfriend." He said and the little boy giggled. "What?" Lando chuckled.

"She's pretty." The boy said and Lando couldn't hide his ear-to-ear grin.

He looked towards you again and said "I know, right? The prettiest."

Or the way he kisses you on the cheek. There's something about the way he does it. It just feels so special when he comes up from behind you, wraps his arms around you, pulls you to his chest and presses his lips to your cheek. Or when you're watching TV on the couch and you're lying between his legs leaning against him and every now and then he leans his head down to leave a soft kiss on your cheek.

Lando knows that you don't like too much PDA, especially in front of your friends. You're not a fan of kissing in front of them and Lando respects that, but still manages to steal a kiss on the cheek even in front of them.

Or the way when both of your are in the kitchen and you're trying to reach something from the top shelf and he does it for you before you even get to ask him to.

Or the way he keeps snapping pictures of you when you're not looking.

Or the way he keeps a funny picture of you as his wallpaper.

Or the way he looks at you as you happily jump and sing along when he surprises you by taking you to your favorite concert. He is so fulfilled when you are happy, and that is exactly all he needs, you being happy.

Or the way he talks about you in interviews.

"I live a pretty fast-paced life and I tend to put myself under a lot of pressure. Then there's the pressure of being constantly in the public eye as well. Always on the move, training a lot, it often gets to a point where it just becomes too much, you know? It tends to be very overwhelming and exhausting, but all of that disappears the second I come home to her. She makes all of my worries go away and reminds me of what's really important in life. She always puts me back on track. I couldn't do it without her."

All those little things that he does are anything but little to you.

[propertyofwicked]

SAY IT - LN

warnings - full smut, unprotected sex, some praising, light choking . basically just reader being needy for her boyfriend

AN - i am fragile. i cannot cope with anymore lando in aus pics.

MDNI !!

he must’ve known what he was doing. the curls. the necklace. even his tan. you swore he was strutting, confidence beaming from him all day. he became entirely irresistible, and yet, you would never initiate any form of intimacy, hoping that he’d catch onto your lingering gaze and pound into you with such force you couldn’t walk for a week.

lando knew what your lingering looks meant, he’d seen the look of lust in your eyes more times than he could count. but he wanted to tease his girlfriend, rile you up until you were desperate enough to beg him. and rile you up he did. all day, he made sure to stand close behind you, breathing down your neck, sometimes pressing small innocent kisses to your shoulders, and grabbing your waist as he brushed past you. if you were sat, his hand would find a home on your thigh, grabbing at the flesh or lightly grazing his fingers in patterns on your exposed skin. every time he kissed you, he made sure to swipe his tongue across your lower lip to kiss you deeper, all the while his hand would move from innocently stroking your cheek to grabbing softly at your neck.

every time, you stomach twisted and turned into knots, heat rising to your cheeks - which only encouraged him more - and the ache between your legs got worse.

it’s not like you couldn’t initiate it, you were just shy. what if you’d got the wrong idea from his actions all day, what if it was truly just affectionate with no sexual motive behind it. you didn’t want to embarrass yourself trying. additionally, lando taking control was the part you enjoyed the most, the sense of being used whilst also being loved. you were a simple girl.

by the end of the day, you were close to exploding in frustration, half tempted to lock yourself in the bathroom and sort yourself out, the other half of you tempted to try pushing your hips backwards when you cuddle up in bed and hope he gets the hint.

��angel, you ok?” lando asks, clicking in front of your face to gain your attention.

“yeah, sorry just zoned out for a minute there. what were you saying?”

“ah nothing important, don’t worry,” he said, smirking at the effect he knew he was having over you, so he stirs the pot further. “are you sure you’re ok? i think you’re burning up a little, acting out of sorts,” and his hands move up to your face, one holding your cheek, the other turning to test the temperature of your forehead. in turn, the physical touch drove you hotter, almost sweating under the pressure.

“yeah, i’m sure,” but your voice wavers and you catch him trying to supress a satisfactory grin. “you dick. you know what’s wrong. why won’t you do anything?” you sigh, defeated. he knew what you wanted and yet acted oblivious? why?

“i wanted to hear you say it - you know you can just ask,” lando says, all the while grabbing your hips to pull you down to straddle his lap, reclining further into the sofa. he looks you dead in the eyes, eyebrow cocking up, still waiting for you to just ask for him.

your face grows hot again, but out of sheer embarrassment, your head dropping to his shoulder to hide from him. but he has other plans, his hand coming up, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and pulling gently to move your head back. his other hand stays on your waist, fingers delicately breaching the waistband of your shorts.

“say it, angel. tell me what you want,” he says, tone harsh but eyes soft. your hips roll against his, searching for any friction they can, but to no avail as he drops your hair, and both hands move to hold your hips down against his own.

“lan, please.”

“please what?”

“please, i need you.”

“where, baby? where do you need me.” his head drops back to your neck, nipping at the skin, littering it with little bruises.

“literally anywhere you want,” you gasp out in desperation,

“anywhere?”

“you know what i mean,” you laugh, slapping his chest lightly.

“you wanna ride me baby? would that help?” he says, grunting slightly as his loosened grip on your hips allows you to grind down on him again. lando laughs at the sight of your head nodding quickly, and your hands going straight to undo the buttons on his shorts.

“woah woah angel, slow down. what’s the rush for?” he says, his hands grabbing yours and moving them back up to rest on his chest.

“needed you all day. need you right now.” you say, hips still grinding down onto his, small whimpers escaping your throat as you did. lando’s face moves closer to yours, capturing you in a heated kiss. it’s messy, your teeth hitting each others. his hands are at the hem of your top, pulling it slowly up and over your head, disconnecting your mouths momentarily, but immediately reconnecting them as he launches your top across the room. your hands move down his shirt, undoing each button as you go, before pushing it back over his shoulders.

soon you’re both left in just your underwear, and he’s pulling his cock out the top of his boxers, and pulling your soaked panties to the side. you hover over him, holding onto his shoulders for support, his hand gliding his cock through your wet folds, wetting the shaft ready for you.

“c’mon baby, ready for you. sit on my cock,” he grunts out, his tip already sensitive as you being dropping down. he gives you a moment to adjust, before using his grip on your waist to start moving you. you gain confidence, shifting yourself to start moving up and down his cock, the new angle causing you to moan out, head dropping to his shoulder.

“fuck, lan.”

“love seeing you like this, baby,” lando manages to say, become breathless himself, his gaze shifting to your chest, watching your tits spilling over the top of your bra with each bounce. he leans downs, pulling one out and attaching his whole mouth to it, tongue flicking over your nipple. he can feel your pace start to falter, knowing he’ll have to take over soon. he’s proud, you usually don’t last this long on top before complaining out knee pain.

“you’re doing so good, y/n. treating me so well,” he says, slowly moving his hips upwards to match your pace, your brain so foggy you won’t notice the change from you moving to him moving for you.

“baby, im so close,” you whisper in his ear, he takes it as a sign to move his hands to grip your waist tighter, and pulling your whole body to lean forwards into his reclining torso. he uses to position to his advantage, digging his ankles into the carpet. he begins thrusting his hips up into you, a spare hand moving between your bodies to rub circles on your clit.

lando’s deep grunts, your whimpers and the sound of the sofa bashing softly into the wall fill the room.

“fuck, love you, love this, don’t stop,” the trail of words fall out of your mouth, too wired up to form full sentences. lando pushes the fallen hair behind your ear, smiling at you softly and pressing his lips back to your mouth.

“love you too angel, taking me so well. always take me so well,” he responds, struggling as much as you are, “im so close.”

he doesn’t need to ask if you’re close to finishing too, he can feel you tightening around him and your kisses on his collarbone getting sloppier as you get more exhausted.

“y/n, baby, im close. you might have to move if you don’t want me to finish in you,” he says, eyes slightly panicking.

“do you want to finish in me?” “always.” “go for it.”

that’s it for him. those 3 words are all it takes for him to roll you over on the sofa, he’s hovering over you, and that necklace is dangling on your lips. he moves to lift your leg up his torso, thrusting into you at a new angle and the sort of pace he looks for in cars. fast and furious.

his hand moves back down to play with your clit, and it’s not long till your coming around his cock, hips rolling against his, and your walls tightening around him, pulling him in deeper. your head has rolled itself back, eyes closed, panting as your chest heaves. he takes the opportunity to dip down and kiss your neck, holding your head closely to his own as he finishes too. a chain of grunts and whimpers and words you can’t quite make out tumbling out his mouth.

the room falls into complete silence, only your heavy breaths could be heard. lando moved to lay at your side, his head resting on your shoulder and looking up at you.

“next time you need me, all you have to do is ask.” lando finally says, breaking the silence, in between his panting.

“but what if you don’t want to fuck me right then and there?”

“when that day comes, shoot me.”

[loveluvrs]

she's my pretty girl l lando norris x reader

request/summary – AHH HI MARYAM!!! it's shelbi:) i NEED a lando fic where he takes reader to the paddock for the first time and EVERYONE sees they totally like each other (but they complete oblivious idiots) — 🌟

author's notes – i loved writing this one!!! thank you to bff @keerysfreckles for the wonderful req <33 ALSO LANDO SPRINT POLE WOOOOO!!!!!

My fingers hover over the send button. I sigh as I delete the message again. Lan, I don’t know if I can. There’s gonna be so many cameras and so many people and you know people will think we’re dating for sure, I text my best friend Lando.

Come on, pretty girl, I’ll be right there with you the whole time. I promise, he texts back.

:(( come over tonight for movie night and we’ll talk about it, I text as I felt the anxiety already growing in me.

Lando helps me set up movie night. Popcorn bowl in hand, I slot myself next to Lando, our hips touching as I slightly lean into him, placing the bowl in between us. “Time to talk?” He asks expectantly. I groan. “Oh come on, let me at least distract myself for a little bit before we start this headache of a discussion again,” I say as I scrunch up my face in playful annoyance. Lando laughs at this, placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose as he says, “okay miss dramatic.” 

I pout. “Lan, you know how my anxiety gets. And that’s just in general. With all those cameras on me? I mean, it’s gonna be suffocating,” I say with a nervous gulp. Just thinking about all the attention made me anxious.

He puts on a soft smile. “I know, pretty girl. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I just know you’ve been really wanting to go to a race, and I thought what better time than here in Silverstone so you don’t have to take any extra flights? But really, I won’t make you go unless you’re comfortable with it, alright?” He says softly with 100% focus and attention and determination in his voice. That was one thing I could always count on; if I was feeling anxious about something, no matter how small, Lando would be there to take me seriously and comfort me through it. 

“I want to be there for you, you know I do,” I say softly with a frown, “there’s nothing I want to do more than support my best friend, my favorite person, at his home race.” 

“Pretty pretty girl, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I understand, okay? And I won’t think anything less of you based on whether or not you come. I’ll still love you all the same,” he says softly as he puts my hand in his and squeezes it to comfort me. 

——

The next morning, I showed up to the paddock a little late, since I had to curb an oncoming anxiety attack in the morning. I also hadn’t told Lando that I was going to be coming, so I had no idea where to go. By the time I reached, Lando was already in the car for the first practice session. 

After the practice session was over, Lando stalked back into the Mclaren garage, talking with his race engineer about some of the data they picked up. He stops in his tracks when he sees me and immediately engulfs me in a hug. His hands wrap around my waist and my arms wrap around his neck. 

“Hey! I didn’t know you decided to come?” He says with his signature bright smile as he held me close. I hum. “I was just a bit late in the morning, sorry about that,” I say softly. “Nothing to be sorry about, pretty girl,” he says softly as he places a soft kiss on the top of my head before letting me go. 

Since that moment, unless he was in a team meeting or in the car, Lando stayed attached by the hip to you. You couldn’t decide if it was comforting or overwhelming, to be honest. On one hand, he made sure to be there so he could explain everything to you and introduce you to everyone, and whisk you away when he felt like it was getting all too much for you. On the other hand, his presence meant a herd of cameras would almost surely follow my every move if I was with him. 

Oscar, for one, got a bit tired of the fact that every time he saw his teammate, Lando was too busy making heart eyes at you to even think about anything else. “Why don’t you just admit you’re madly in love with her?” He asks Lando with an exasperated sigh after the two of them are walking back from a media briefing. 

“She knows I love her,” Lando says casually. Oscar rolls his eyes and scoffs at the response. “Okay she knows you love her, but she doesn’t know you’re in love with her,” he explains. Lando gives Oscar a confused look. “Mate, you’ve just said the same thing twice,” he says as his eyes begin to scan the crowd for you. Oscar groans before walking off in frustration, wondering when on Earth these two idiots were gonna realize they’re both in love with each other. 

Later that evening, Lando and I walk into his hotel room after he was done with everything for the day. I lay down in the bed immediately, exhausted from all the socializing I had to do all day. Lando laughs at this, “sleepyhead,” he teases in a murmur. He takes a quick shower and changes into a comfy hoodie and sweats before coming back and laying on the bed next to me. I’m sat watching some spy movie on the tv. He tilts his head at the tv, “what’re you watching?” He asks curiously. 

“Honestly, no idea,” I say with a giggle, “I just saw that Theo James was in it so I had to watch.” Lando settles into bed as we watch. Eventually, he finds my gaze on him and his lap, which was clearly not as subtle as I wanted it to be. He nudges me playfully with his elbow. “C’mere,” he says softly as he pats his lap. I, who was clearly in my own thoughts, seemed to wake up out of my trance. “Huh?” I ask in confusion. He holds his arms wide for me, “come here and cuddle,” he says softly.

I waste no time before doing as he says, laying in between his legs, my back to his chest. His arms wrap around my waist and he places a soft kiss on my head. I hum in content as I relax into him. Lando always knew when I needed some physical affection, which was useful because there was nothing I hated more than having to ask for some love. “I love you,” he whispers as his face burrows into my neck, placing a kiss there. I’m about to respond when Oscar suddenly enters the room. “Hey mate, have you seen my- uh. Sorry, am I interrupting something here?” He asks as his eyes dart between Lando and I, and the extremely close position we seem to be in. 

“Nope! Just cuddling. What’s up?” Lando asks nonchalantly. Oscar’s eyebrows raise at Lando’s answer. “You know what, never mind, I think I know where I’ve left it,” he says as he slowly backs out of the room. 

“What was that all about?” I ask in confusion. “Hmm, who knows, he’s been acting weird all day,” Lando says as he resumes placing kisses on my neck and shoulder. “I love you,” he repeats again in a gentle tone. I hum. “I love you too,” I say softly. “I’m so insanely happy you decided to come to the paddock today, honestly,” he says in a quiet yet soft murmur, “don’t think I could be any happier than having my pretty girl with me.” “Why are you trying to flatter me?” I tease him with a giggle. He scoffs, “sorry. Didn’t know I couldn’t be nice to my best friend,” he retorts playfully.  

We go out for dinner an hour later with Oscar and Lily. I instinctively sat next to Lando as usual. I’m scrolling through Twitter while we wait for our food when I feel Lando’s hand intertwine with mine. I think nothing of it, but see Oscar and Lily exchange a glance towards each other. 

“You owe me 5 pounds,” Oscar whispered in a hushed voice to Lily with a sassy smile tugging on his lips. “No, you said 5 pounds for the heart eyes,” Lily whispers back defensively. “Oh come on, that’s basically the same thing! It’ll happen in a few minutes anyways,” Oscar whispers playfully. “I so badly wanted us to be proven wrong and for something to happen,” Lily says quietly to Oscar in a sympathetic voice. “They’re both idiots, I don’t think either of them will figure it out,” he says with a laugh. 

The laugh catches both Lando and I’s attention as we look up from our phones. “Hmm? Did you two say anything to us?” Lando asks curiously. “Oh, uh no. Don’t worry about it,” Oscar says with an embarrassed smile. The rest of the night goes by with hushed remarks from Oscar every once in a while every time Lando does something like giving me some of his own dish since my portion size was small, or when he asks if I’m okay after I drop the fork under the table and hit my head on the table when I try sitting back up, or when he just simply listens to me like I’m the only person in the room. 

——

“You’ve been staring at her for five minutes now,” Oscar says as Lando stares at you from across the paddock as you talk to Lewis. “Shut up,” Lando mutters as he tries to sound annoyed by utterly fails because he could never be annoyed while you were in his line of sight. 

I walk up to him a minute later, a bright smile on my face. “Guess what!” I say excitedly as Lando’s hand instinctively wraps around my waist. He hums. “Tell me what’s got you all happy, pretty girl,” he says with a soft smile.

“Lewis said that he’d take me out tonight to visit that new café I was telling you about, remember?” I say excitedly. Lando immediately frowns. “Lewis? Why didn’t you ask me to take you there?” He asks as he tries to not let his jealousy show. “Well I know you aren’t really into that type of thing, I looked at the menu and you wouldn’t have eaten anything there,” I say casually. 

“Well still. I don’t care. I’m coming with,” Lando said with a tone of finality. Suddenly Oscar started speaking. “Guys did you know theres a new movie coming out with Zendaya? The Jealous Man?” He says with a look towards Lando. Lando took the hint with an unamused expression on his face. “You know what? I think I’ve got a team thing tonight, so I’ll have to skip out. Sorry pretty girl, but have fun with Lewis, hmm?” He says softly. “You sure? We can wait for you if you want,” I say softly, not wanting Lando to miss out if he wanted to go. Lando shakes his head. “Nah nah nah, even if you wait, I’d be far too tired later,” I says as he takes my hand in his. 

——

Lando sat staring at his phone while he sits in his hotel room’s bed. He had tried everything to keep him occupied; working out, eating, the sim, talking to Oscar, facetiming Max, but nothing could keep his mind off of the thought of you and Lewis together. He groans as he caves in, texting you. 

pretty girlllllllllll, where are you? I miss you :(, he texts with clear desperation in his text. 

hi! Lewis and I are gonna go for a walk on the beach before heading back. Is that okay? I text, not wanting him to feel too lonely while I was gone. 

Lando sighed at my message. yeah don’t worry, pretty girl, have fun, he texts back, I love you. 

When I finally get back to the hotel, I’m exhausted. I kick off my shoes to find Lando already asleep. I get changed into some sweats and lie next to him. “Lan?” I whisper softly, “‘m sorry I was late, I know you missed me.” I sighed when I got no reply back, so I simply scooted towards him, my arms wrapping around him from behind. “I love you,” I whispered into the dark. I heard a slight grumble afterwards. “Love you too,” came a murmur from Lando. 

The next morning I met Lando and Oscar at the paddock before qualifying, but Lando seemed a bit distant. So I went up to him while he was talking to Oscar

“Are you mad I went out to spend time with Lewis instead of you last night?” I ask Lando in a quiet voice with a frown on my face.

Lando turned around to face me. “Oh, pretty girl, I could never be mad at you,” he says as his voice softens, “I love you. Just missed you, that’s all.” “You’ve been ignoring me this whole morning,” I say as my frown deepens. His entire body deflates at the sight of your frown. ���No no no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to. Sorry if it felt like that,” he says softly as his hands wrap around my waist to give me a hug. “Love you,” he murmurs into my hair, “I promise.” 

Oscar rolls his eyes at the scene with an amused laugh. “Heart eyes, five pounds,” he mouths behind Lando, knowing that Lando would have melted the second you came into view. 

“God, these two will stay idiots forever,” Oscar muttered under his breath with a laugh as he looked at the very obviously love-stricken pair in front of him. 

[norrizzandpia]

Heyo! I’m totally obsessed with your writing at the moment, can’t put my phone down! Have you seen the video of Mila watching Lando on tv and calling him “lala”? Was wondering if you could write a fic with that in it?

I have had an idea for this specific video sitting in my head FOR AGES

Lala (LN4)

Summary: When Y/n meets Lando’s family for the first time, Lando warns her about his niece who glues to his side whenever he’s around. What she isn’t expecting, however, is the heart melting nicknames he has been given. It prompts some interesting confessions.

Warnings: none

“Baby, one more thing before we go in.” Lando murmured from beside his girlfriend. His hand in wrapped in hers and she fidgeted with his fingers, nervous for the moments that were about to ensue.

Her head tilted up to look at him, “Yeah?”

A small smile graced his face and his eyes softened as he began, “My niece, Mila, likes to stick by me whenever I’m around. I don’t know how much time we’ll get alone during the next few hours.”

Y/n giggled, “Lan, that’s fine. That’s sweet anyway, means you’re good with kids.”

She whispered the last part, eyeing him suspiciously before he whispered an i love you and kissed her temple. His hand knocked against the slab of wood in front of them, anxiety heightening as Y/n began to hear footsteps approaching.

Cisca appeared, bright face and warmness to her that made Y/n feel immediately welcomed.

“Oh, how nice it is to meet you! Lando never stops talking about you!” She yelled, throwing her arms around the girl and rubbing her back lovingly.

Lando blushed as Y/n laughed, “What? There’s a lot to brag about.”

Y/n leaned into him, hand wrapped around his arm as they stepped through the threshold, “That’s sweet, Lando.”

“You’re swee-” He began, but is interrupted by the rapid beatings of little footsteps. His brother and his sister-in-law followed close behind the little girl who rounded the corner with loud giggles.

“Lala!! Lalalala!!” She screeched, arms open as she made grabby hands at Lando from her stance in front of him. Y/n’s brain began catching up with the moment, the nickname sinking in and her heart warming at the sentiment.

Lando picked Mila up, kissing her cheeks and tickling her sides lightly as he laughed with her. The image is something Y/n never wants to forget, Lando in his true element with his favorite people.

Oliver and Savannah stop, looking lovingly at Lando and their daughter, before turning their attention to his girlfriend, “Hi, it’s so great to finally meet you!”

Y/n is still entranced by the feelings stirring in her tummy to genuinely put all her thoughts into a conversation between the couple, “It’s nice to meet you as well!”

A beat passes before Y/n asks, “Did she just call Lando Lala?”

Oliver chuckles, “Yeah. She can’t pronounce his name, so it’s always been Lala.”

Lando meets Y/n’s eye, a twinkle in them he had never seen before, “Cute, right?”

Y/n’s jaw drops, “Cute? Oh my god, it’s adorable!”

The four laugh together before Savannah steals Mila away, whines emitting from the little girl in the wake of being removed from Lando’s arms. Alone in the foyer, Lando turns to Y/n, “She made me realize I think I could do the whole dad thing.”

Y/n grins, “At this point, after witnessing that, I’m going to need you to do the whole dad thing.”

Lando throws his head back as he laughs. Pulling her into him by the waist and kissing her forehead, “Yeah? Kids? A year into our relationship?”

She smacks his chest, “Not now, love. But… in a few years…” She fixes the buttons on his shirt, “Probably.”

His hand over one side of her face, Lando kisses her hair forcefully, “Good. I love you too much not to experience that with you.”

Infamous giggling returns and Savannah yelling for Mila creates new chaos as the girl rounds the same corner once more, waddling quickly to her favorite uncle. When she gets to him, Lando is already waiting, knelt down, for her with his arms outstretched.

“Lala!” She screams again and Y/n is almost ready to tell Lando she wants one now.

Lando’s arms smother Mila as he kisses her head, shaking his head at Savannah when she tries to take her child.

“I got her, it’s fine.” He says, standing up once more.

Savannah tilts her head, “You sure?”

Lando nods softly with a smile, feeling Mila rest her head on his shoulder, “Yeah, I only get to see her so often anyway.”

Savannah shrugs, leaving the room. Lando moves to get to the living room where the rest of his family is, but Y/n stops him for a moment.

Mila’s eyes are closing, Y/n can see, so she speaks in a whisper, “Thank you for letting me meet your family. I love seeing you like this, Lan.”

His eyebrows furrow, “Seeing me like what?”

She kisses the side of his mouth, careful of the sleeping girl in his arms, “Just seeing you right where you belong. Where you’re most comfortable. This is your home, I’m just happy you’re letting me into it.”

Lando coos, “Baby, you are very quickly becoming my home.”

[chrisevansonly]

𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you love your boyfriend really you do, but you also love cats…and a little kitten managed to steal your attention away from you very clingy lando..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: no warnings just fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: this was self indulgent, i just wanted fluff and idk i feel so shitty and nasty about myself and i needed fluffy lando goodness

Off season was in full swing which meant you and Lando were back in London together for a few weeks before you took off on your travel adventures. It was nice to have some quality time with your favourite boy in the world, and the first thing on your list was groceries.

Lando as usual let you do the shopping as he dotted on you, his hand in yours, on your waist or wrapped around you as you reached for your favourite cereal

“Lan you really aren’t being much help..”

“Mhm I am.”

“So you wrapping yourself around me like a koala is helping?”

He smiled into your neck, leaving a few kisses to your collarbone

“Exactly”

“Can you at least put your arms to use and grab our cereal before you continue to squeeze me into pieces?”

You shook your head, your voice teasing as he unwrapped himself from you, reaching up and grabbing two boxes before dropping them in the kart. Letting you continue your way down the aisle, Lando of course attached back to you as you checked off your list and made your way up to check out.

Once everything was payed for and bagged you made your way to the car, putting everything in trunk of Lando’s range rover, not without a few kisses to your cheek and of course a very Lando like squeeze to your butt.

“There, now we can stop ordering take out”

“I like our takeout nights..”

Turning to see the pout on your boyfriends face you smiled, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned up to kiss him

“I know but now we have fresh and healthy things so I can get back to cooking…we can still have takeout on Friday’s how about that?”

Lando thought about it before nodding

“Deal, I love you”

“I love y-kitten!!”

Your arms quickly dropped making the british driver frown, moving to walk slowly towards the little grey kitten just perched next to the car beside you. It’s little eyes watching you carefully as you kneeled down

“Oh hi my love…come here it’s okay..”

The kitten moved towards you at the sound of your voice, of course keeping it soft as to not scare it away

“Hi little one”

Lando watched with a frown as you scooped up the little cat, clearly feeling a little pouty that you ditched him for the cat

“Lan look at it! It’s so small and cute!!”

“No way.”

You looked at him, your puppy dog eyes coming into effect

“Absolutely not angel, no WAY”

“But-but Lan look at him, we can’t just leave him here he’s so little!”

Lando was close to breaking, even you could see it.

“Baby we are always away, we don’t have time for a cat…”

He was right to some degree, but you were often home more than him, and worst case you could find a sitter for the cat. Your brain had begun to find a solution for every possible problem Lando could come to with.

“Please…oh lan please we-I can’t leave him here..I promise i’ll make sure I take the best care of him…”

Lando would admit the grey fluff ball was cute, and that look you had on your face was pretty sweet too, how could he say no to you, especially when you looked so happy

“Alright fine”

“Thank you thank you thank you baby!!!”

Cradling the kitten in your arms you leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, his arms wrapping around you as he held onto you tightly

“Next thing you know I’ll be the crazy cat dad like Max”

“Max has two cats love..”

“He’s still crazy..”

Shaking your head at Lando’s dramatics you kissed him once more before walking towards your car, your new little family member happy in your arms, sound asleep. A kitten distraction is what Lando would call it, but if you’re happy, he’s happy, even if he’s starting to realize he needs to share your attention.

And he’s just not sure he’s ready to do that…

[changetyre]

Hii! If you are avaliable can you write something about carlos and max? Or can be just max it can be smut👀

Thank you already i love your fanfics!!<33

On a high II Carlos Sainz x Norris!Reader x Max Verstappen

SUMMARY: Partying after your brother's first win was always something you'd dreamed about but getting seduced by your brothers best friends wasn't something you would've ever imagined.

WARNINGS: **18+***, almost smut.

A/N: Sorry it took so long and that it's short I'm really trying to get out of a writer's block and not push myself to write more than I can.

"YES LANDON!" You laughed next to your brother as the big sign with his misspelled name, sparklers, and more bottles approached him earning the attention of the entire club as if your brother didn't have it already.

"How the fuck did they mess that up?" One of Lando's friends asked next to him.

Through the darkness, flashing lights, and the light buzz in your mind it was hard to tell who had spoken.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG!!" You saw as another bottle found its way above your brother's lips, its content being poured into his mouth. He was gonna have the biggest hangover of his life.

"I'm going to the toilet-" You said to your brother. Knowing he'd get worried if he lost sight of you despite his drunken state.

"I can come-" Lando was about to get up but stumbled as soon as he attempted.

"I'll look after her mate." The current world champion Lando was close friends with appeared out of seemingly nowhere, his arm wrapping around your waist causing a sudden warmth to pool in your lower stomach.

"Ye...yeah okay." Lando seemed satisfied enough as Max and you walked away, Max making sure you were protected from all the flailing arms and drunken bodies.

The short walk to the bathroom was daunting, you could feel Max's presence extremely close and something told you there was more behind his intentions of simply accompanying you.

Your mind would've kept spinning through the ideas of what he might be thinking if it wasn't for a second pair of eyes set on you. These eyes you knew better, having been victim to them before but who were you to resist them.

"Going somewhere?" His thick accent pierced your ears, you felt the way Max's fingers tightened on your waist slightly.

"Just need the bathroom-" You hated how weak your voice sounded but having those dark brown eyes examine you like he was ready to eat you up at any minute was more daunting than you'd remembered.

"And you need him for that?" Your breath hitched as Carlos closed the already short distance between you, his lips looked so delectable to you so close.

"She sure does." Max's voice spoke behind you reminding you of his presence as he too stepped closer, you could feel him completely as he pressed behind you.

Suddenly the need to pee had disappeared and replaced by the feeling of being small and powerless pressed between them, which you loved for some twisted reason.

"Then maybe I can lend another pair of hands?" Carlos whispered into your ear as he started trailing kisses down your neck.

You felt pathetic as a whimper quickly escaped your lips.

"What do you say, sweetheart? Wanna have some fun with us?" Max's words sounded fuzzy in your head as you reveled in the feeling of both their lips on your skin.

You felt Carlos's hand slip between your legs teasing your clothed cunt.

"Wait Lan-" It was a weak attempt at an excuse not really wanting to stop them.

"Trust me, he won't remember a single thing about tonight." Carlos laughed as Max turned your head so you could see the way Lando downed another row of shots, not a single thought behind his eyes.

You were thankful for the darkness that enveloped you as Max teased your nipples which poked hard through your shirt.

Were you really about to do this with your brother's best friends?

You looked into Carlos lust filled eyes before turning to look at Max, the same look on his face. Nodding was the confirmation the boys needed as they rushed you through the back door of the club ready to have you wholly. You'd worry about the possible consequences tomorrow.

[mywritersmind]

TAKE IT OFF - LN

summary : based off the pic lando posted for his second win!! female mc who wants lando to break some rules and go far in his drivers room😄

warnings : a bit spicy, nothing too graphic

word count : 484

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I whimper as he kisses my neck, pushing me up against the wall of his drivers room as he’s shirtless and sweaty from the race.

The dutch air served him well, twenty two fucking seconds well. “You’re so hot.” He grips my waist, my McLaren shirt long gone. I’m left in a black lacy bra that Lando is practically salivating over.

“Take it off.” I whisper, pulling him closer with my arms around his neck and my lips on his.

He groans into my mouth, “No.” I drag my hands down his chest.

“Please?” I’m usually the responsible one, but Lando knows what will happen if he’s late to his next interview.

“I won’t be able to stop, love.” his hands move to my ass. I knew we wouldn’t be able to go beyond kissing when I snuck into his driver's room. I’m supposed to be finalizing the McLaren instagram for today but I needed him too bad.

After he sent me that photo to post, I knew it wasn’t just for the fans. “I’m already so wet, Lan…” I beg, bringing his hand down my stomach and into my panties.

“Y/n…” he moans, “I can’t.”

“Rule follower.” I tease as he climbs over me on his small bed.

“Take it back.” He scoffs, the mood dying down.

I shake my head and laugh a bit as he kisses down my stomach, “No.”

“Brat.”

I arch my back as he moves lower, gripping his hair, “You were so hot today.”

I feel his smirk against my skin, “Watching you screaming my name never gets old.” It sounds so dirty. It is dirty. But I was genuinely amazed by his lead, all I could do was scream for him.

“All I wanted to do was get out of that car and come straight to you.” He kisses back up my stomach, his hand back on my hip.

“You’re all important and busy.” I smile, “that’s good.”

“But I wanted you.” He kisses me again.

“You have me.” I hold the back of his neck, kissing him softly as a knock sounds at the door. He doesn’t even flinch. “Lando.” I whisper as he kisses my neck again.

“Lando!” Oscar knocks again, “If you’re asleep I will drag you out of this room!” It’s the most emotion I've ever heard from him, actually.

Lando groans into my neck, sitting up, “Give me a sec, mate.” He rolls his eyes and softly dresses me again, kissing me one last time on my cheek.

“Have fun.” I smile.

He fixes his hair and wipes my lipstick from his face, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Knowing Lando and his interview schedule, it won’t be soon. As he leaves, I lean over to the small desk and grab my phone.

Opening back up Instagram and posting the final group photo of our team, Lando front and center.

note :

hii! this is my first time posting my writing on here so i hope you like <33

[giannaln4]

Away For Valentine's

lando norris x fem reader

summary: McLaren had the fantastic idea to launch their car on Valentine's day, and as much as you reassured Lando he didn't have to worry about it, he still wanted to make it up to you (1k words)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: heyy everyone! so this is the very first fic i'm posting so please let me know what you think! i'm honestly pretty excited to get started with this blog so hopefully you guys like what i write. anyway please send some ideas my way!

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Valentine’s Day was off the table this year, and so was everything you had planned for you and your boyfriend.

You were disappointed when he shared the news with you, but you couldn’t be mad at him, not when it wasn’t his fault.

He saw the disappointment in your face, and how much you were trying to hide it by just smiling and nodding, your head finding a spot on his shoulder to avoid eye contact. He appreciated you understanding the situation, like you always did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel guilty.

“I know we had plans-”

“Lan, don’t worry about it” You took a deep breath before looking at him again, trying to get rid of the sadness in your face “I mean it, we can do that some other time”

He was about to say something but a quick kiss on the lips stopped him. You proceeded to look at him, offering him a small smile and a glance that he knew meant ‘I don’t wanna talk about it’, so just nodded as he smiled back.

A few weeks go by and his winter break was coming to an end, meaning soon he’d have to leave the comfort of your shared home and go get started with his preseason duties. That’s something you were used to, having to see him leave for long periods of times but it barely ever affected your relationship. He always made sure he made enough time for you, even when the time difference was huge and he was feeling tired most of the time, he needed to make time for you. Your love for each other was so strong that, at the end of the day, you were just relieved you still had each other even if all you had was a five minute call every day.

But still, sometimes it was hard to see him go, and this time was one of those times.

The night you knew would be your last one with him before he left he decided to take you out on a date. Fancy clothes and an even fancier restaurant were your plans for the evening, and you knew he was trying to make up for Valentine's Day. It wasn’t the same, of course it wasn’t, but you still enjoyed every second of it.

The food, the small talk, the jokes, the stupid stories, the shy glances, the small touches, everything was perfect, almost making you forget he was getting on a plane in a matter of hours, but your smile slowly faded as soon as you remembered.

The ride back home was quieter than he would’ve liked, but he knew exactly what was going through your mind, and honestly he couldn’t blame you cause his mind was flooded with the same thoughts.

As soon as you got home he ran around the car and opened the door for you, offering his hand and kissing yours as soon as he took it. You smiled softly at him and you made your way to the door. Once you were inside, you dropped his hand to take off your shoes and tossed them somewhere close to the door, sighing in relief as you started walking towards your room.

“Mhm, come back here” He whispered as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into him

“There you are” Lando smiled softly at you as his lips found yours. After a moment he broke the kiss, and both of his hands found a better spot on your waist as he started to move along the off-tune song he started to hum. You couldn’t contain your smile, quickly trying to keep up with him. You moved together in a slow dance, it was like your bodies were in perfect harmony. 

Lando was looking down at you in pure admiration, almost as if he was trying to memorize every centimeter of your face so he wouldn't forget it while he was away, but you didn’t dare to look up, scared you would make eye contact with Lando and you wouldn’t be able to take it, so you safe option was to rest your head on his chest and pray you didn’t mess up. Although it wouldn’t matter if you did, you were just in the comfort of your living room anyway. But you didn’t wanna mess up.

He eventually stopped humming, hoping the silence would encourage you to look at him, but when you didn’t he moved one of his hands to cup your check, making you look at him. For a moment your eyes lock, making the silence feel very loud and Lando couldn’t help but smile at you, and you immediately blushed, but tried to play it off. 

“You’re a terrible dancer” He laughed and you narrowed your eyes playfully and softly hit his shoulder.

“You’re one to talk” You joked, locking your fingers behind his neck and giggling when Lando scoffed.

“Maybe we should go out to dance and I could show you all of my moves” He started to move again, bringing you closer to him.

“I thought you didn’t like slow dancing”

“I do if I get to hold you this close to me” He replied, once again finding your lips.

This time the kiss was longer, both of them savoring each other’s lips while they still had the chance “I’m sorry about Valentine’s” He whispered once he pulled away, your forehead resting on his.

You giggled at this. You had assured him a million times he didn’t have to worry about that, and he still apologized every time he remembered “You need to stop apologizing”

“But I am sorry”

“I know, but it’s not your fault” You hand fell on his hair, slowly stroking his soft curls “And I had a great time tonight, so I’d say love is not dead”

He laughed at his, dimples appearing as his eyes vanish for a moment “I still wanna make it up to you”

“You will” You replied as your head fell back on his chest “But for now I just wanna enjoy this” You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent, and after a moment of complete silence you can feel him start moving again, his soft hums interrupting the peace his heartbeat was giving you.

[marsroverr]

Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando wins in Miami, and he needs to tell y/n just how much he loves them

Word count: <1k

Warnings: best friends to lovers, so much fluff, foul language, use of y/n, not-so-obscure Taylor Swift references, I’m pretty sure it’s gender neutral please tell me if it isn’t!

A/n: This is like my second fic ever please be gentle

You can’t believe it. P1. His first win. You press your hands to your mouth, trying to keep from crying as you stare at the screen in front of you in the garage, breathless with the exhilaration that had been mounting during the last few laps.

“Y/n! P1, he did it! We fucking did it!” one of the engineers yells, shaking you out of your state of shock. You nod numbly, staring around the garage at the celebrations happening around you as the team cheer and congratulate one other. As you stand there, the team starts to gather with the intention of greeting Lando, and you will your legs to carry you after them, unsure of what to do.

As you reach the bulk of the crowd, you see Lando taking a running leap into the crowd, grinning manically as they lift him up over their heads. You look on fondly, unable to stop a grin from splitting your features as he meets your eye, his smile getting impossibly wider as he does. You give him a small thumbs up, and he wrests himself from the crowd, pushing his way to you before breaking into a run.

As you collide he practically lifts you off your feet with sheer enthusiasm and you laugh into his shoulder, gripping him as tight as you can. Neither of you speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other, the feeling of Lando’s success.

“You smell sweaty,” you grin, pulling away just enough to look at him properly, taking in his tousled post-race hair, “but I’m so proud of you, Lan.”

His cheeks pink slightly, and he gives you a lopsided smile, tugging you back towards him for another hug.

“I need to tell you something, y/n” he says, his words muffled in your hair.

“Anything, Lando. What is it?” Your heart pounds as you pull away from him again, his hands sliding down to grip your waist tightly, as if you’re going to slip away from him at any second.

He looks at you, suddenly shy, and you place a hand gently on his cheek to encourage him.

“’S okay, Lan. You can tell me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb, watching him earnestly.

“I… we’ve been best friends for years, yes?” Lando watches your face anxiously as he speaks, visibly nervous despite his recent win and the exhilaration that should be pumping through his veins.

You nod, frowning slightly.

He takes a deep breath before continuing,

“And you know I love you more than anything?”

He waits for you to nod again, clutching you even tighter,

“Well… what if I told you I loved you even more than that?”

Your eyes widen as you stare at him, afraid to speak, as if you’d shatter the moment.

“Y/n, I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for years, but I didn’t want to say anything in case it ruined what we already have.”

His words are coming out in a rush as he tries to jumble through the sentences, watching you anxiously for your reaction.

“You’re my best friend, y/n, I don’t want to lose you, but there must be something in the air, I just- I just love you so much and now I’m an F1 winner and it seemed like the perfect time and- oh God, you’re not saying anything- are you mad at me? Have I just ruined years of friendship?” he pants out, breathless as he stares at you, willing you to respond.

“Lando…” your voice trembles as you take in everything he’s just blurted out, fingers bunching in his race suit.

“Y/n, please say something…” his anxiety is clear on his face as he watches you, practically begging you with his eyes to respond.

“I… Lan, I love you too,” you breathe out, “I love you so much.”

He lets out a relieved laugh, pulling you even closer as he stares into your eyes.

“Can I… am I allowed to…” he stutters, his usual confident demeanour that he displays when he’s with you gone, replaced by this shy version of Lando that you find incredibly endearing.

Without bothering to answer, you pull him in for a kiss, his lips crashing in to yours in a frenzy. You smile against his lips, feeling him do the same, before you both start to giggle.

“We are so stupid!” You laugh, groaning into his neck.

He just smirks, tracing patterns on your hip with one hand as his other comes up to rest gently on the back of your neck.

“We are,” he agrees, pink-cheeked and smiling, “but I’m a race winner now.”

“Shit, Lan! Don’t you have a podium to go stand on?” You exclaim, swatting at his chest playfully.

His eyes widen at your words, and he looks around at the expectant faces of the McLaren team, blushing under their gaze.

“We’ll finish this later.” He smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before jogging in the direction of where he needs to be.

You watch him go, blushing like crazy, your composure slipping as you grin after him.

He loves you. He’s yours. Who are you to argue?

[bitterbutblue]

in the morning, you would be gone ☆ tingyun x reader

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~ announcement of tingyun 5 star form had me so excited seriously i was liek squealing giggling kicking my feet EVERYTHING ohmy god its so insane im goingso insane rn

song: lovesick - laufey ~

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"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Exhaling shakily, you press the replay button and listen to the voice message again.

"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Your worst fear was forgetting what she sounds like. The voice that promised you a life forever together on the altar may be a voice you'll never hear again. The voice that soothed you on nights you needed her most is now just a recording on a phone, playing back the same repeated message. But it is still her voice, it's still her.

You couldn't bear to watch the day they performed the foxian funeral rituals, the idea of losing her to the vast space ahead of you was too much for you to even comprehend. How does one cope with loss? How does one move on from loving someone to the point where you don't even know where you start and where she ends? You can only sit in the corner of your bedroom, taking in pieces of her life and knowing she would never step foot in the room again. Head in your hands, gaping hole in what used to be your chest, and tears that leave a path down your cheek. It was like a statue frozen in time, the state of barely being able to function without every fibre in your being screaming in agony, begging for it to stop. You never realised how the human body was capable of making emotional pain so physical until the moment you found yourself on the ground, Yukong banging on the doors and begging you to let her in.

You spend hours curled on the floor because you can't get in the bed without smelling the scent of her shampoo lingering in the bedsheets. You can't even bring yourself to eat in the kitchen without remembering how she should be standing there with you, arms around your waist and chest pressed against your back. Chin resting on your shoulders as she mumbles sleepily, asking for you to make her favourite for breakfast.

The cards that they dealt you were unfair, there was not much you could truly do about it though. You can really only just nod along, aimlessly going on with your day and learning to live by yourself again after almost 100 years with the same person. 100 years with the same person, and now you have to relearn what it means to be yourself. Each time you hear a small sound inside your house you can't help but momentarily think that she's home, that that was her waking up from her nap or her coming home from work- only for it to be a sound from the neighbours or the cars outside.

But the worst of it all was thinking about what she had to go through or what she may be going through. When Yukong told you there was no body actually found, a part of you was hopeful- perhaps she was alive. Perhaps somewhere she was out there and you could find her again. Another part of you felt sick, because what if she was alive, but still being used? To think about what may have happened to her or what might be happening to her scares to you an extent you can't even comprehend yourself. At the end of each day, you can really only make the same prayer to Lan so that you can feel at peace about the whole situation.

If she's gone, please have her be resting in peace.

When the foxian stepped onto the Luofu, Yukong felt her heart come to a stop. Her face paled, whiter than a sheet of paper and she felt faint. The foxian looks around with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she's completely unfocused on her surroundings. When her eyes met Yukong's a brief flicker of consciousness, as if struggling to fight whatever wave had been drowning her, passes through her eyes until it is replaced by the same dazed look as before. She scans the crowd that only watches in horror as the girl who presumed missing then dead now walks towards Yukong. Dressed like a goddess, nine elegant tails flowing behind her as she mumbles in a dazed voice.

"Do I know you?"

Yukong breaks down in her room that evening.

She doesn't know how to tell you.

She didn't have to. The foxian found herself drawn to this house down the road, this door that she feels the urge to open. Instead, she stands outside, a hand placed on the wooden door, tracing each individual groove as if memorising a complex pattern. Something about this door has her frozen, only able to think about what lays behind the door. Without really thinking about her movements, the foxian knocks on the door, her heart racing for reasons she doesn't understand.

"Yukong, if you want to come in, just open the door. There's no need to-"

A hand flies to your mouth when you notice the green eyes, the brown hair, the sharp fox ears. You feel your vision grow blurry as your breathing grows shallow, stepping back and catching yourself by leaning against the wall. There stood in front of you was your wife who was presumed dead. There stood in front of you was a shadow of your wife because those eyes were so empty and hollow it scared you. You had never seen Tingyun with such soulless eyes. She always had a glint, some sort of flicker of mischief or humour. Now her eyes just stare into yours as if she has no actual consciousness, as if she's just going through the motions of the day again.

"Tingyun?"

It scares you, the way she stares. You want to walk up to her, you want to reach out and cup her cheek and ask her if she's okay and maybe share some of the pain that she's been holding in but you can't. You can only watch as she stays outside the house, not moving in. Her eyes dart around the interior of the house and you notice her nose crinkle slightly as her eyes land on a photo on the wall- a move she does when she's confused and you feel sick to your stomach.

"Baby?"

Your voice sounds too hoarse for your own liking as you step forward shakily. Her eyes slowly land back onto you, hollowly taking in your form and her nose crinkles again.

"Who are you?"

It's only three words. Three words really cannot have that big of an impact on someone, or so you think. Words drive so much of the pain that you can feel- 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' are both such simple phrases that you hear time and time again but when spoken by a certain person at a certain time it can make you feel like warmth that's been spread inside out or it can make you feel colder than a harsh winter night.

Who are you?

It stings more than an open wound and at this point you would rather have preferred it if they had just found her body and confirmed her dead that evening because to see your lover back as nothing but a shell of herself is horrifying. To see your lover stand in front of you with her sense of self replaced with nothing but the ability to breath and speak breaks you from the inside out more than you would ever realise. She's alive, but she's nothing like who she once was. She's back, but at the same time she never truly would be.

"Why... Why did I come here?"

Her voice wavers slightly, and you take a smaller step closer to her. It's freezing outside, she's wearing nothing but a short dress and you want to pull her into the house so that maybe she can feel some of the warmth and remember at least a fraction of you. But you just stand where you were.

"Do you know me?"

It was a struggle to speak, with words clogging up in your throat and choking you from the inside. Your heart races, unable to stop yourself from trembling as you await her response. She looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed, her chest heaving slightly as if she's trying to calm herself down.

"No."

You release a shuddering breath, closing your eyes as the tears fall. You grip onto the door handle to steady yourself, because you are about to pass out any minute now.

"That's okay." You look back at her finally, after a long minute of silence. The look in her eyes has changed, a hint of sorrow hidden behind the mist of confusion and hazy memories.

"Why does it hurt?"

She sounds so confused, and you can hear the slight twinge of pain in her voice and it hurts you more than you could have ever imagined. Losing someone was hard enough, losing someone who was physically still here but would never fully be back was somehow worse.

"Why does it hurt to... see you upset?"

Your hand moves instinctively, moving to cup her cheek as a tear falls from her eyes, a tear that she hadn't even realised had fallen until she feels your thumb gently wipe it away. She leans into your touch, tilting her head slightly and your heart just crumbles into dust.

"Don't worry too much about it now, baby." You whisper softly, and she blinks. She just stares at you with this look of regret that she doesn't understand why she's feeling.

"I'm sorry."

She apologises for a reason she doesn't know yet, but she knows one thing. Seeing you cry hurt her for a reason she can't understand, and she doesn't want to see you upset either. Perhaps you are upset because of her, and perhaps she never should've come over. She just puts her hand over yours, and she can't understand why your touch feels so familiar when you are nothing but a blank face in her mind. You feel the world fading beneath your feet because you feel the cold metal against your skin, the cold metal band that still sits around her ring finger.

"You've done nothing wrong."

The silence that follows is haunting, watching as Tingyun slowly steps back.

"I'm sorry."

You can only watch as she steps back into the darkness, and you can't even call after her until she fades into the unknown behind you. You wonder if that's truly the last time you'll ever see her and a part of you hates the world for that. Your wife's last words were once 'I love you, I'll see you later', filled with love and care. Now they would be 'I'm sorry', filled with a sense of emptiness and regret, coming from someone who didn't even know your name.

The photo that hangs on the wall next to the door is her and you, hand in hand and both in white- the same metal band on her finger on yours.

Tingyun thinks of that photo every night now and she can't understand why it hurts so much.

[planete777]

high!lando who can’t keep his hands off you

high!lando who thinks you’re a goddess

high!lando who teaches you how to smoke

high!lando who teases you because he knows you’re high and flustered too

high!lando who gets overstimulated super easily

high!lando who decides he’s an artist and wants to draw on you

high!lando who decides he’s an artist ^ and decorates you with hickeys

loved writing these small blurbs, ty anon!! marked 18+ as there are some sexual themes below the cut, so MINORS DNI! some of them are kinda fluffy tho 💕anyways enjoyy

HIGH!LANDO WHO CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOU

always has to have you sitting right next to him or, preferably, straddling him. a hand is under your shirt, rubbing your back or your waist as the other accomodates the joint. he doesn't like to let you go at all, whining when you try to move from his embrace before pulling you back in, and all you can do is let him.

HIGH!LANDO WHO THINKS YOU'RE GODDESS

this is so cute!!!! high!lando (and when he's not high ofc) never fails to tell you how much you mean to him, be it physically or verbally. it's adorable to watch because he has this loopy smile on his face, eyes so red and barely open, saying, "you're a goddess, you know that right?"

you laugh, taking a smoke of your own before replying, "which one?"

he shakes his head at your question, taking his time to enunciate an answer because he's so faded, "no, you're your own goddess, y/n, one meant for me."

HIGH!LANDO WHO TEACHES YOU HOW TO SMOKE

showing you how to smoke the first time is such a sight to see. he brings the blunt to his lips, using one hand to flick the lighter and the other to shield the flame, before a braid of smoke trails at the end of the spliff and he's blowing some out of his mouth. you're sat on his lap, watching how his pores ooze with sexiness as he does it, and then he smiles at you.

"you ready to try?"

he was all too eager to have you smoke when you asked him about it. you nod, and he's slotting the joint between your lips, telling you to inhale. when you do, you feel the numbness crawl up your brain, and your limbs are relaxing subconsciously. lando pulls it out, your mouth spilling with smoke as your eyes close,

"there you go, baby. feels good, doesn't it?"

HIGH!LANDO WHO TEASES YOU BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU’RE HIGH AND FLUSTERED TOO

his hands are teasing down the rim of your shorts, slipping in and out as his fingers trace your skin. he loves doing this sometimes, when he knows you're too high, too tired to actually fuck, so instead, he riles you up. gets all the arousal tingling just where you need him most, and sometimes, if you're lucky, he'll use his fingers to get you off, curling and stretching you open as if he's going to fuck you, but doesn't.

HIGH!LANDO WHO GETS OVERSTIMULATED SUPER EASILY

all it takes is for you to be grinding down on his dick a few times before he's already cumming in his shorts. you feel his cock spasm and the feeling rubs against your clothed cunt so well that you continue grinding. your spliff remains between your lips as you grip the couch behind him, but you can barely reach an orgasm because lando's moans turns strained and taut, and he's pulling you off his dick and further up his lap, "it's too much baby, too much. let me eat you out instead?"

HIGH!LANDO WHO DECIDES HE’S AN ARTIST AND WANTS TO DRAW ON YOU

"what are you doing, lan'?"

he doesn't answer, focused on the drawing he's inking into your arm with a ballpoint pen. his blunt is wedged in his mouth as you continue smoking yours, trying to ignore the tickling jab of the pen into your skin. his lines are skewed, not at all precise, but it makes it that tad bit better, knowing he did it, high and all, just for you. he lifts the pen and you bend your arm to take a look. he's grinning wonkily, like the smiley face tatted on your skin and you smile as well when you notice the initials and the heart before it.

"i was gonna write 'my weed queen', but thought against it," he snickers.

your smile falters, giving him a cautionary glare, "good."

HIGH!LANDO WHO DECIDES HE’S AN ARTIST ^ AND DECORATES YOU WITH HICKEYS

his lips are warm and wet against your skin, nipping and sucking the skin of your neck. he's always had an oral fixation there, especially when he's high, and so all you do is throw your head back and allow the artist to taint his canvas. if your neck is slightly sore from all the red and purple marks, you don't mention it, because, truthfully, you love to wear them with pride.

[charlesslut16]

Hey, could you do one where Lando is taking a photo of his gf and she tries to hide because she feels ugly? Low self-esteem basically. Ty so much! Love your stories ❤

-sight for sore eyes-

summary : lando finally gets you to take a picture...

PAIRING : lando norris x fem!reader

WARNINGS : low self-esteem

note : you look beautiful love.

masterlist 

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Lando loved to take pictures. Of his friends, his family, himself or you, his long – term girlfriend of 4 years. But to his dismay, you absolutely hated to be in pictures.

You hated, taking pictures because there was always something that bothered you. Either your nose was too big, your cheeks were too chubby or your ears were too big. You hated yourself in pictures.

But Lando never understood how you could hate yourself in pictures, or how you could not see how beautiful you looked. In his eyes, you always looked like an angel. Like a dream come true.

For him, you were the smartest and prettiest woman that he ever laid eyes on. 

If Lando or someone else wanted to take a picture of/with you, you either denied or made an excuse. Just like you did right now as you were in your shared home with Lando.

It was morning, the curtains of your bedroom letting little sun rays into your bedroom. Lando always woke before you because of his schedule, and he hated it. But today he was glad that he woke up early.

He looked at you, sleeping peacefully, while small sun rays were seen on your face. He was mesmerized by your beauty. Lando could look at you for hours and not get tired.

You were a sight for sore eyes.

Lando took this opportunity, to take one or two pictures of you, without you noticing. So he took his camera and held it up to take some gorgeous pictures of you. But before he could, you woke up and saw the camera.

“Lando, what are you doing, with your camera?”

“Taking pictures of you?”

“No. Nope. Absolutely not.” You turned around, so that Lando couldn't see you or your face.

“Baby come on. You look too pretty to not take a picture.”

He laid the camera on the bed and crawled to you, so he could talk to you. He slid to you, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his warm bare chest.

You tried to protest and get away from Lando, but he was too strong for you. As you tried again, Lando started to tickle you, which broke out one hearty, loud laugh out of you.

He loved your laugh. It was so sincere and happy, like no one or nothing could hurt you. Like you were flooding on cloud 9. The happiest person to exist, but you hated it just as much as your face.

Lando stopped after a while but held you to his chest, so you could calm down.

Why couldn't you see yourself as he did, or how anyone else saw you. A beautiful and smart woman, who was too beautiful to not be in a picture or getting a picture of her taken.

“You look good, princess. Trust me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. I do not, Lan.”

“Trust me. You do.” He answered sincerely. Not only that, but he needed you to believe him. He knew your self-esteem was low, but he needed to change that immediately.

“Let's make a deal, darling. I will take two pictures and if you hate them I will delete them immediately but if you like them, I get to post them on my JPG account, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Thank you, baby” Lando answered with an exited voice. He gave you a kiss on your temple, your cheek, and then your lips, as, and thank you for agreeing with him.

He picked up his camera again, stood up from the bed and took some pictures of you. In different angles and positions. And you never looked better than you did there.

As he was finished, he came back to your side of the bed, snuggled in next to you and showed you the pictures he took, which were more than just two like you had agreed.

But now that you had agreed on the 'photo shooting' he had to take more than just one. He would frame them and hang them over your bed and print one out, so he could take it with him when he traveled.

He held the camera and looked at the photos as if he fell in love with you again. Lando always did. Every time he saw you in another outfit, he would fall in love with you again.

“The pictures look fabulous, don't you agree, my love?”

“I do look good, yes…”

As Lando heard this, he instantly tackled you into a hug and cuddled and kissed you. He kissed your face up and down, not an inch being missed by his kisses. Lando was happy that you finally agreed.

He opened his Instagram JPG account and immediately posted the photos, before you changed your mind and found them ugly. He was as fast as lightning. 

“Please, do not ever doubt your beauty.”

“Alright.”

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you”

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lando.jpg FINALLY got her to take a picture.

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danielricciardo finally

ursername lando being a simp

maxfewtrell she looks absolutly beautiful and he's there

lando.jpg fuck off, won't you

kellypiquet she looks beautiful

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landonorris who is this pretty lady?

[f1goat]

into it x lando norris + part eleven

In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him

masterlist - playlist

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eigh part nine part ten

“There she is!” Lando screams enthusiastic above the music. You show him a smile. “The girl that always makes me happy,” Lando continues with the same enthusiasm. Your smile grows bigger. Quickly you walk closer to Lando, pressing a kiss against his cheek as greeting. You smell the alcohol on him. Maybe that is one of the causes for his enthusiasm. 

The last weeks have been going great. You and Lando are dating casually. Almost all the free time the both of you have, are you spending together. It’s nice. The only thing that is missing right now for you is the official label. You are spending a lot of time waiting for Lando to make things official with you. Of course, you could ask him yourself but you like the old fashioned way in which the boy asks the girl. 

“Hey babygirl,” Lando greets you again. He presses a kiss against your lips. “I have missed you,” he continues. 

“It was only an hour Lan,” you say while laughing. 

“The longest hour of my life,” he dramatically replies. 

“With all the alcohol you consumed I guess it was a short hour,” you tell him while rolling your eyes. Lando just smiles at you. 

You greet the people around Lando, including your brother. While you give Charles a hug you ask him a bit more about Lando. “How much did he drink already?” You ask. Charles is quick to answer you, “Too much.” You can’t ask further, Lando is quick to grab your waist once again to turn him into him. 

“Let’s dance!” Lando tells you happily. You can’t even respond, he’s already pulling you towards the dance floor. You quickly follow him. 

+++

“I don’t feel so good,” Lando sighs. 

The two of you just got back at Lando his apartment. Lando is looking a bit pale and has been complaining about his headache and dizziness for the last fifteen minutes. You show him a small smile, “I guess you drank a bit too much,” you tell Lando. 

“I know,” Lando confesses. 

“Why did you drink so much? Normally you barely drink anything,” you ask Lando. 

“It’s stupid,” Lando tells you, “Let’s just get to bed.” 

A curious feeling enters your body. Now you actually want to know why Lando drank this much. You thought he was celebrating his podium from Sunday properly, but now you guess there is something else. You don’t ask further. Lando will tell you eventually. Together you walk towards his bedroom. Lando is quick to dive into his bed, you’re using a bit more time. When you have done your skin care and have changed into something comfortable - better said one of Lando his shirts, you also find your place into the bed. 

Lando pulls you on to his chest. You like it. Every time the two of you sleep together, Lando has been extremely cuddly. You’re glad that he is. Nothing beats the feeling of sleeping in his arms while he’s closely pressed up against your body. 

You look at Lando before pressing a small kiss against his cheek. You notice his gaze, but you can’t really place it. It looks like he is lost in his own thoughts. 

“I’m trying to figure out a way to ask you,” Lando confesses after a bit of silence, “I hoped getting drunk would give me a bit more courage.”

“Ask me what?” You ask Lando.

“What do you think?” Lando replies, “To be my girlfriend of course.”

You let out a laugh. A warm feeling washes over you. “You don’t need courage for that,” you tell Lando, “As if I would ever say no to that.”

“But I wanted to do it all romantic,” Lando states.

“What’s more romantic then laying next in bed to each other while you’re drunk?” You ask him teasingly. 

Lando lets out a chuckle. 

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you tell Lando. 

“Let me at least ask it!” Lando replies quickly. 

“It took you so long I started considering to ask you myself,” you say. 

“No, don’t do that,” Lando quickly says, “I will ask you.” 

“Then do it.” 

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Lando asks you.

“What if I say no?” You tease him. 

Lando gives you a teasing slap on your ass. 

“Kidding, of course I want to be your girlfriend,” you tell Lando with a big smile. 

+++

Y/N: im bored

Y/N: entertain me

Lando: come join my stream :)

Y/N: sure? Then everyone will know

Lando: Yeah as if they didn’t already figure it out after I kissed you on live television 

Y/N: omw

A bit later you’re sitting on Lando his lap in his game chair. The chat is almost exploding with reactions to you. You try to read as many of them as you can, but it’s going way too quick. Still, you spot a couple of nice reactions. Or better said, almost every reaction you read is nice. People seem the love the idea of you and Lando together. It’s making you feel good. 

“I want to show you something,” Lando tells you. 

He opens up YouTube and quickly goes to his saved videos. 

“Remember when we watched those formula one crack edits?” Lando asks. You think back about that night. The night you and Lando fell asleep on the couch together, only to end up in your bed together later that night. 

“Of course,” you tell Lando. 

“I asked some fans to make a edit of my moments as well,” Lando tells you. Then he starts a video. You notice the moments you talked about with Lando that night popping into the screen after each other. 

Together you laugh at the edits. Sometimes Lando pauses the video to tell you and the chat more about the moment that happened. The last edit features you as well. You see an edit with a couple funny and ugly photos of Lando, a high pitched voice over asked: “How did this, get a girl like this?” The photo’s of Lando disappear and some photos from you Instagram are being showed. The edit ends with the video of you and Lando kissing after he came out of the car when he finally got his first win. 

“I could show them some ugly pictures of you as well, maybe then they won’t question me,” Lando suggests while laughing. 

“Don’t you dare,” you quickly reply. 

+++

“After I failed to romantically asked you to be my girlfriend, I want to do this properly,” Lando tells you. You’re sitting in a restaurant together. You were just eating your dessert when Lando started to talk. You have no idea about what he is talking. 

“What do you mean?” You ask Lando.

The months that you two have been together are flying by. Tonight you’re celebrating your six month anniversary. 

Lando silently grabs your hand. You feel how he puts something cold into it. You don’t wait for Lando to continue to talk, you quickly take a look. In your hand is laying a key. 

“Want to move in with me?” Lando asks you. 

“Of course,” you answer with a smile.

a small ending chapter with a bit of fluff :) hope everyone liked this story!! i will post the next one probably today or tomorrow

[hahnspoetrywrites]

I’m in love with you, and it’s your fault (Lanfear x f!reader)

A/N: three fics in like a week? What is happening in my brain?

Warnings: SMUT!!! vaginal fingering, lesbian lovers, top!Lanfear, bottom!reader, fem!reader, lots of nicknames… too many of you ask me! Lanfear believing she doesn’t deserve love

Also, the badge she’s wearing in this image is the one reader gave to her to wear bc she doesn’t believe she deserves love.

“Why am I wearing this again?” Lanfear asked.

You’d recently as a joke given her a badge that read ‘I’m in love with you and it’s your fault,’ but you’d hardly let her take it off since.

“I already told you, Lanny. You have to wear that until you stop saying negative things about me loving you!” You explained once more.

“You shouldn’t love me though! I’m dangerous and temperamental and argumentative. Not necessarily loving material.” She argued once more, and you sighed as you glanced over at her from your shared bed. She’d gotten up to get changed but paused once she’d put her top on, remembering the whole thing again.

“That’s another day of wearing it!” You teased as she rolled her eyes.

You sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard as you watched her sort through her wardrobe. You admired her body from the bed. Admired her toned legs, the smooth, pale skin, the small freckles and marks. She was so beautiful, sharp jawline and cheekbones, yet the softest blue eyes you’d ever see, that always held so much emotion, carried so much life in them that she’d always deny. You swear you could just watch her forever. As you continued to stare, Lanfear paused her browsing to begin to approach you, climbing back across the bed and straddling you over the covers.

“Hmm, not paying attention at all, are you?” She snapped you out of your thoughts as she whispered against your ear, making you jump.

“Lanfear! Don’t do that,” You chuckled slightly as you playfully hit her arm. She began kissing your face, starting from your ear, moving to your cheek, down to the corner of your lips before attacking your neck with sweet kisses and gentle bites.

“You really don’t think I should love you when you treat me like this?” You muttered gently, hands holding Lanfear’s waist softly. She removed her lips from your neck reluctantly and sat up, holding your arms with her soft hands.

“I’m not the loving kind, baby. I’m not used to having someone love me or believing I deserve it. Lews… he didn’t exactly want me. It drove me to the dark, trying to get him back. I loved him that much.” She admitted and your heart sank. She didn’t want your love because she still loved another. You couldn’t stop the tears that built up in your eyes. Lanfear moved a hand to cup your cheek, her thumb gently swiping a tear away.

“But, I don’t need Lews anymore. I have you, my sweet angel. Although I don’t quite understand why, I do want to learn and accept your love, and I want to believe I deserve it. Your love means more to me than I want to admit, but I want to. And if I have to wear this badge until I learn then… I suppose I’ll have to start now.” She leant forward to kiss you, her lips soft and warm against your own as you gently made out with her. The hand that had been holding your arm drifted down to your stomach, before disappearing under the covers. You smiled into the kiss before letting go, still remaining close to her as your noses rubbed slightly.

“I love you so much, Lanfear. I want you to believe you deserve it. Lews was an idiot to let you go, but I won’t. Not so easily, anyways.” You kissed her gently once more as her fingers found your sensitive clit, giving it an experimental roll between her fingers, making you exhale slightly. You took in a deep breath, feeling her fingers continue to play with you.

“Lan-Lanfear… I’m-“ You tried to speak but her fingers were playing with you so nicely you didn’t know what to say.

“Sweetheart, I need to show you how grateful I am to have your love. Let me show you how much I love you.” She pressed kisses along your throat, her hand traveling further down to circle your entrance.

“I should be showing you- You don’t have to-“ Every time you tried to finish a sentence, Lanfear kissed you, gently stealing each sentence with her lips.

“I’m sure you can show me how much later, but for now, I want my precious angel to feel how much I love her, how much I want her,” She finally dipped a finger in, your wetness making it easy for her to slide a finger in, gently working you up as you moaned quietly, your hips thrusting slightly against her fingers.

Luckily, the large rooms in Falme meant none of the bedrooms were directly next door to each other, meaning you could be as loud as you wanted. But Lanfear was being much softer than she usually would be and you didn’t want to ruin the tenderness of the moment. She added another finger, the stretch matched with her gentle touch feeling blissful. Her lips moved to your cheek, before pulling away to look into your eyes.

“My good girl, my perfect angel.” She praised as she added yet another finger, three of them working you gently towards your release.

“D-don’t stop. Please, please Lanfear.” You begged as she pumped her fingers a little bit harder and faster, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot she knew would make you come undone. You had a little bit longer left.

“I won’t stop, princess. I promise. I need you to feel good, but you can hold on a little bit longer, okay? My good girl.” Her praise was enough to send you over the edge but you held on for her, her free hand cupping the back of your neck as she pulled you flush against her chest. Your hips continued to thrust clumsily, trying your hardest to hold on.

“L-Lanfear-fuck- please. Please,” You begged once more, feeling her lips press a featherlight kiss to your forehead before she whispered against it.

“Let go,” As you felt yourself come done, Lanfear’s arm held you against her, feeling you moan into her chest as your release washed over you. You felt like your head was in the clouds, not connected to your body at all as you came down from your orgasm. You distinctly felt her fingers pull out of you, feeling her mutter apologies into your hair as she conjured a wet cloth to clean you up with.

“My good girl, my love. Come back to me,” Her voice was smooth as velvet as you came back to your body, her hands still holding you against her chest as she combed her fingers through your hair. Once she knew you were back and a bit more aware, she laid down gently with you on her side of the bed, your head resting against her chest as your naked legs tangled with her own again. Your head came to rest on something cold and uncomfortable. You lifted your head up and noticed it was the badge, quickly removing it from her top and throwing it across the room.

“Aren’t I supposed to wear that?” She asked, leaning her head against your own once you’d settled back against her chest.

“Tomorrow. Just wanna cuddle you right now,” You mumbled against her chest as you smiled.

“Alright, my love.” She kissed your head once more as you both settled into each other's hold, feeling content with each other's love and warmth. Lanfear felt safe, warm, cherished, but most importantly… she felt loved.

[norrizzandpia]

can you write just lando being a cute bf and like he comes on in the middle of a stream just to ask if youve eaten and took medication and drank enough

YESSSS I FUCKING LOVE BOYFRIEND LANDO

Boyfriend Lando (LN4)

Summary: Where the chat goes wild for Boyfriend Lando.

Warnings: Lando being everyone’s fav bf, language, sexual references lol

Lando’s scream rocked the room as he erupted in laughter after having been killed in Halo. He slunk back in his chair, arms falling over the sides, and groaned loudly at the defeat.

Max, on the other hand, was yelling at the top of his lungs victoriously.

“I FUCKING BEAT YOU, BITCH! HAHA! I DID IT!” The chat, surely, was crying of laughter from the other side of their screens with the overflowing messages in all caps.

Lando stared at the ceilings, huffing and puffing, before he heard the small creak of his door. Tilting his head back further, a smile broke out on his face at the upside down view of his girlfriend.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed as she walked closer to him, leaning down and kissing his forehead lightly.

He blushed, something the chat and Max made fun of him for, before sitting up and turning around fully. He grabbed her waist, pulling her down onto his lap, and kissed her lips sweetly.

“How are you?” He said, ignoring the way Max laughed at him.

She nodded, “I’m good.”

“Eaten today?” He inquired again, eyebrows wiggling at her playfully.

She nodded, “Drank today?”

Again, she nodded.

“Took your medication?”

She almost nodded, but slyly smiled at him, “No, Lan, it’s not time yet.”

He shook his head immediately, “Yes, it is.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“N-”

“Baby-” He interrupted, “It’s 12:04 pm. You take your medication at 12:00 pm.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, smile peaking through, “Oh my god, okay, mom.”

She got up from his lap, but not before he called up, “It’s daddy, remember?!”

“Ew, what the actual fuck?” Max countered, voice displaying his disgust.

Lando squinted to read the rapid comments, “None of your business, bitch.”

“You made it everyone’s business when you screamed it?!” Max exclaimed, aggravated.

“Do you want it to be your business?” Lando challenged, licking his lips when he caught Max.

“Fuck no.”

“There you go.”

Lando resorted his attention back to the chats, reading some out.

“Wow! What an interesting thing to say? ‘Lando knowing Y/n was late to take her medication is something I will fall asleep to tonight’”

Max joined him, “‘Y/n not being fazed by Lando’s questions has my heart’ Aww, how cute. Lando cares about his girlfriend.” He deadpanned.

Lando laughed, reading another, “Oh, this one’s in all caps. Should I scream it? Guess I should. ‘I HATE MY LIFE I WANT LANDO AND I WANT Y/N I WANT THEM BOTH.’”

There was a comical silence that ensued, bringing loud laughter to the two best friends before Y/n was walking back in the room with a proud smile.

“Medicated!” She exclaimed, Max choking on his water with the chuckle that emitted from him.

Lando whooped and hollered, spinning around in his chair before stopping as she came to sit back down on his lap. When she was settled, he let one hand rest on the side of her waist, the other squeezing lightly the skin of her thigh. Her hands curled in his hair as the two looked at the chat’s comments.

ln4andop81

God, it’s me again.

mclarensgirly

SO WHY TF DO I GET LOOKED AT WEIRDLY WHEN I SAY IM ON MEDICATION BUT LANDO CELEBRATES WHEN Y/N TAKES THE PILL??????

f1fan2023

Can we plz go back to that daddy comment? Like Lando is daddy, but he shouldn’t know that?

mclarennnnnnfan

WHAT KIND OF VOODOO SHIT DID THEY PULL TO GET THAT KIND OF LOVE??? SPILL IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO GET A MAN TO LOOK AT ME THE WAY LANDO LOOKS AT Y/N

Lando chuckled at all the words, arms pulling Y/n closer to him. To add fuel to the fire, he kissed her shoulder and whispered, only for her to hear, how much he loved her. From her blushing and the toothy grin on her face, the chat went wild for the ambiguous moment.

Truthfully, they didn’t need to be told anything to know it was Lando expressing how he felt for her.

He was always doing that.