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[norcigs]

i was stalking and now im early

but i saw “toothbrush” and i immediately thought of the ginny and georgia scene

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noooo </3 my sweet little fic… this is what i get for raising whorez!!! that’s actually so funny

[norcigs]

oh alex albon you are very important to me

[norcigs]

TOOTHBRUSH

synop: lando brushes your teeth for you

warnings: none just cavity preventing fluff and intimacy

📺: 0.6k words

you're sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs dangling, his hoodie swallowing you nearly whole.

It’s too late, or maybe too early. your eyelids are heavy, breath warm with sleep. you’re not quite fully awake but not yet dreaming either. the world is a little blurred around the edges, how a watercolor painting might be as it dries. your head lolls lazily to the side as you watch him move.

lando stands in front of you, hair tossed from sleep, shirtless, jaw dotted with gritty stubble. he hums softly to himself as he picks up the toothpaste tube and twists the cap with one hand.

you should be doing this yourself.

you know that.

but your limbs feel too heavy. and tonight, brushing your teeth felt like the kind of impossible task only love could conquer.

he gets it, doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t tease. just quietly takes your toothbrush, squeezes a careful line of toothpaste across the bristles, and tilts your chin up with his fingers like you’re something delicate.

“open,” he says gently, and you do.

the toothbrush slides between your lips, and it’s such a strange thing, to be this close– this cared for, that you let your eyes flutter shut.

he moves carefully, no rush, no judgment. just slow, small circles the way your dentist always said to do. his other hand rests under your jaw, cradling it. you lean into his touch without really meaning to, your legs brushing his hips, your knees parting so he can stand between them.

this is what intimacy really is, you think. not kisses in the rain or public displays of affection. 

it’s this.

a toothbrush at four in the morning.

his thumb brushing your cheekbone. the safe sound of his breath matching yours.

“you okay?” he asks softly, pulling back just enough to let you spit.

you nod, then rinse. “yeah, just tired.”

he chuckles, wiping your mouth with a warm towel before you can even reach for it. “you always get extra soft when you're sleepy, like a tired fawn.”

you smile lazily, blinking up at him with awe in your eyes. “you’re good at this”

“at brushing your teeth?” he asks, smiling, gentle and listening.

“at… you know” you wave a hand vaguely between you both. “taking care of me.” you finish, with a voice that sounds like you might cry if he weren't here. 

his face softens. he leans in, brushing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back enough to look you in the eyes again. there's something deeper in them now– a kind of quiet pride. not because he has to do these things for you, but because he wants to. because loving you, entirely, looks like this.

“i like doing it,” he says. “makes me feel close to you. like I’m helping you breathe easier.” his voice is threaded with the embers of a love burning brightly inside you both.  

you reach for him, arms resting around his waist, your cheek pressed against his chest. he hugs you back, his hand settling at the back of your head, fingers gently weaving into your hair.

“you make things feel manageable,” you murmur against him. “even the small stuff.”

“that’s the stuff that matters,” he says. “the small stuff builds the big stuff.” 

you smile lightly against his warm skin.

there’s no pressure to move. no ticking clock. just you and him, wrapped up in a kind of love that feels older than either of you– honest, slow-burning, and infinite.

[norcigs]

pls give us part four i need it

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it will out tomorrow I PROMISE!!!

ps. i might post a little fic about lan tonight, but its not gonna change cambun writing schedule meow

[norcigs]

i’m absolutely starving for pt 4 of cam bunny 😞 feeling feral

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im writing part 4 now!!! it will be out in the next few days! i wont usually wait this long to update Cam Bunny, ive just been practicing fluff more!

[norcigs]

mean charlie incoming? is that what i see? sigh, i used to pray for times like this 🙏

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anon im holding your hand and leaving this under your pillow <3

p. s. he is mean, but it’s in a comfortable healthy relationship way bc that’s sexier !

[norcigs]

TEACH YOU

synop: rough jealous sex! very little plot, mostly just p0rn

warnings: charles is pretty mean, pnv, creampie, face fucking, use of slut, bitch, whore, toy and more.. dom charels, sub reader, spankings!, lot of degrading, some praise, aftercare!!!!

🛁: 4.8K words

you were being bratty. you knew that, you saw the way his jaw locked in place and eyes cut over you. you were pushing the line, and not letting up. charles hooked his pointer fingers in your belt loops on either side, pulling you flush against him. whispering something before he kissed the top of your head. 

“if you keep acting like a whore, i'm gonna start treating you like one” he leaned into your ear, before he planted a punctuated kiss to your head, for any onlookers to be fooled by the intimacy. 

did he think purring in your ear like that was gonna have you backing off?.. it only made you want it more. thighs clenching as you looked up at him with big wet eyes. 

“what do you mean baby” you asked, as your voice towed the line between peace and war. batting your eyelashes, begging him to crack, to show a hint of the blaze behind his sugarsweet exterior. 

unfortunately for you, charles didn't need much convincing. hand reaching around your jaw, gently, but demanding. jerking your gaze back onto him, as he pulled you in closer. 

“dont act fucking dumb with me” his tone was laced with venom, as warmth spread from your crotch. he moved his hand to rest at the small of your back. not speaking, but still telling you, stay. 

the party roared around you, your short red dress, floating against you. charlie's white shirt, wrinkled and top button undone now. people danced and shouted, but there was a stillness around you both. charles, all but twitching, as he waited for you to place the final straw. he could tell you whatever he wanted, praise you, degrade you, anything to make you act right. but both of you knew your mind was made up. you wanted to be taught a lesson, and he was just the guy to teach it. a guy walked toward you, definitely drunk, but carrying a cockiness that made him insufferable. 

“hey pretty lady, is this guy your boyfriend” he slurred. charles' hand was still resting on your back. you leaned into him like he was familiar. his hand locked around your side, claiming. eyes darting to you, knowing before you responded, that you were not going to pass up an opportunity to piss him off.

“depends who’s asking” you responded, more for charles than anyone else. the answer was a resounding yes. the hickey he left on your ribcage last night, and the thin silver 16 necklace around your neck was proof enough. charles was your boyfriend, you belonged to him. no amount of teasing or flirting would change that. 

the drunk guy took your response as an invitation. his hand raised towards yours, in an act to maybe pull you away. your hand didn't move to him. that wasn’t the game you were playing. charles’ hands dragged from behind you, around to rest on your stomach, encapsulating you. he leaned over your shoulder to speak to the man. hands only keeping you more flush to him. you rolled your hips against him, just in case you weren't already in enough trouble. 

“trust me mate, you couldn't handle her” he told the guy, smirking like he had already won. really, he had. you two had an unspoken understanding of what it meant when you acted like this. it was never a betrayal of trust, nor an excuse for you to stray from him. sometimes, you just wanted him to fuck you with the possesion and boiled-blood only this behavior gave him. as the drunk walked away, not daring to tempt your boyfriend again, he dropped his head to your ear, kissing behind it.

“follow me to the car, dont say a fucking word until i ask you too,” he seperated from you, quickly spinning on his heels and walking out. his weight against your back missing made you feel hollow, and gave you an itch only he could scratch. 

he didn't turn around, didn't wait for you, didn't slow a step. he walked to the car and sat in the driver’s seat. your heels clicked behind him as you tried to match his longer stride. he started the car without opening your door, or even glancing towards you. for a split second, you thought he might drive off and leave you there, wet and wanting.

when you sat down, dress riding to just below your crotch, you leaned toward him. warm hands wrapping around his bicep, needing to touch him. you pulled your face to his arm, kissing the top of it, sweetly. eyes staring up at him like he was heaven.

“sit still and dont touch me” he said, short, as he peeled your hands off himself. dropping your hands back to your lap, he finished “bad girls like you have to be punished”. his hand snaked around the back of your neck, as he found a grip that made you complacent to how he turned you. twisting you to look right up at him

“do you understand that, slut?” his eyes were dark as he searched your entire face for any glimpse of hesitation. unsurprisingly, he was met with your mouth parting, eager, and your head nodding hard enough to bounce your breasts. 

the ride home consisted of you pushing your hips into the seat, and doing anything for charles' attention. pouting and whining when his gazed stayed straight forward, unimpressed by your begging. 

parking the car in your driveway, he got out and muttered a quick “follow” to you. you listened, desperate to get inside so maybe he would finally touch you. he continued up the stairs toward your bedroom, as you turned to lock the front door and scurry up with him.

“baby, are you upset with me, i didn't mean–” regret pooled in your throat as charles had never used the silent treatment after you teased him. usually, he would take you to the club bathroom and turn you into mush as he ruined you. ruthless, fast, and mean. but this was different, this was calculated.

“didn't mean to what?” he cut you off as you stepped into the bedroom behind him. “didnt mean to act like some cheap fuck for any guy who stared at you?” he scoffed. “it seemed pretty intentional to me baby, and now you have some apologizing to do” he finished as he stepped towards you, closing the door behind you and keeping you surrounded against the wall.

he put both his hands around your neck and pulled you into a kiss. controlled by your throat, you had no say in how he kissed you. taking whatever he gave you, as your head had already started to go a little fuzzy. one hand moved to the back of your head, hand fisting your hair before he was pulling you down. he leaned over as you landed on your knees. 

“been running this fucking mouth all night, gonna show you what it’s really good for” he told you, hand reaching to his belt, unbuckling himself. ripping down his black slacks, and pulling you up enough to be level with his cock. 

he kept one hand in your hair, and used the other to free himself. moaning as you made eye contact with his cock. his grip hurt, but your mouth was watering. it was big, and heavy, and he popped it against your chin with force. 

“open bitch,” your jaw slacked as he didn't waste a second before filling your throat with his length. your throat was wet and greedy, sucking instantly. he grunted as he angled his hips to fit fully inside you. you were gagging around him, tears already stinging your waterline.

“is this what you wanted? wanted my dick as close to your brain as possible? so it could teach you your fucking place?” he mocked you, as he used his hands to pull your head on and off his cock– using you like a toy. 

he laid the back of your head against the edge of the bed, lifting a foot to be level so he could pump himself down you with more force. hips snapping back and forth, his tip bruising a place in your throat you didn't know existed. 

you clenched your hands and thighs together. staring up at him as he took what he wanted from you. tall and strong, head tilted back like he was in another world. his hands wrapped around your head, guiding you, felt oddly gentle now. your cunt leaking as you thought about how safe you were. he could be as rough as he wanted, you could fall apart for him completely, and the whole time you would never have to worry, it was still your charlie. your throat relaxed as you thought about how much you loved him.

“thats my girl, just let me use you” his head was still tipped back, but the way his dick was twitching you knew he was close. your tongue started doing what little it could to make it feel better for him. licking and suctioning anytime you could while he fucked your throat for just his pleasure. his mouth parted as noises fell softly from him. 

your hands raised to his, his eyes shot back down to you at the softer touch. your doe eyes looking up at him like he was everything. he let his hands go from where he was using them to fuck your face, as you gently guided them back. you continued sucking him at the pace he had set. too hard, and too deep for how you usually liked it. but it was driving him crazy so you weren't going to stop now.

“fucking slut-” his words were long, drawn out like moans. “my fucking slut– all mine, you belong to me” his hands clasped behind his back as he only bucked softly into your begging throat, while you did the rest of the work for him. stood towering above you, like a statue, as you knelt before him, like something to be owned. 

he grunted and bit his lip as hard as he could. his hips snapped forward as he kept his eyes trained down onto yours. you felt his whole length twitch before wet hot spurts were coating your throat. his hand reached back around to rest on the top of your head. he slowed your pace, only letting you bob gently, as he worked through his high. eyes shutting, lost in the moment. he blinked them back open to see you still staring at him wide-eyed, with your hands on his thighs keeping his cock as deep as possible. lips puckered perfectly around his length like you were made for it. pleasure surged back through him, sending a shiver down his spine. one last rope hit the roof of your mouth, before he was pulling you off completely.

spit connected his cock to your mouth until you pulled away far enough for the strands to break. you sat back on your ankles, gazing up at him, drunk in love and lust. he sat on the edge of the bed, and used the back of your head to guide your mouth to his. kissing you gently, like even after that, he could break you. the kiss held an unspoken tenderness, one that said, i love you and i trust you. 

he grabbed your arms and guided you to crawl up to him, then adjusting to pull on your waist to help you up higher. the kiss began to blur from sweet promises to heated passion. he held your weight as you sat above him, straddling his waist. the kiss was messy now, teeth clacking and spit still resting on your chin. his hand found its way back to your scalp, clenching a fistful and pulling your head down. breaking your lips apart, and exposing your neck. his lips found your sensitive spots instantly. 

“should leave dark marks on you hm?” he questioned between kisses, “so people can see what a nasty girl you are?” he continued as his fingers found their way to your still covered core. “parade you around the paddock? my pretty little girlfriend, who just lets me use her like a fleshlight? is that what you want, baby?” he finished, mocking, looking at you with the same stupid innocence you gave him earlier tonight. 

you were whining into him now. the need to be fucked out weighing any attitude you had left. 

“tell me what you want” he whispered against your skin, taunting you. you curled into him, getting any amount of closeness and friction you could. 

“you charli, want you” you pouted and looked at him with gentle desperation. his hand wrapped back around your throat and pulled your lips just millimeters from his.

“dont use that sweet little name, i told you what happens to whores like you. you wanted this” his voice was sharp, hands rough against you. but somehow, his eyes were still so caring. you nodded pathetically as you dropped your head to his shoulder. he pulled the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders. letting it drape around you and lifting your tits out from behind the fabric. he pulled the bottom of the dress up to rest around your waist. your garment bunched into a belt now, he didnt bother pulling it all the way off of you.

your panties showed as he exposed you to him, red lace, breath leaving his mouth before he could catch it at the sight of you. pulling them to the side, he ran his fingers through your folds, never filling the emptiness. 

“soaking fucking wet and i havent even touched you yet” he told you as your cheeks flushed. “does sucking my dick really get you this hot, bitch? or do you just like pissing me off?” you wanted to respond, wanted to shave a little cockiness off of him. but as you opened your mouth to retort, he dipped his fingers inside you. all that fell from your plush lips was an uncontrolled moan. 

“yeah? you got something to say?” your hips were rolling, shaking your head no, as you didn't dare do anything to make him want to take his fingers out. riding him, leaking on his fingers, as he was barely one knuckle deep inside of you. 

“all fours” was all he said as he lifted you to the spot of the bed next to him. knees resting right on the edge of the bed, back arching as you rested on your elbows. he stood behind you, feeling his warmth and stature radiating against your skin with the close proximity. he stared at your heat as you clenched around nothing, waiting. pushing your hips back as it ached to be so empty. 

he slapped your ass, the sharp sting shooting through you as his hand soothed the red mark. you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet, failing. the flash of pain returning as he reddened the other cheek.

“how many do you think you deserve, baby?” he stepped closer to you, dick standing straight up and bumping against your clit. his voice was tempting you, basking in the pleasure he got from making you choose your punishment.

“five, five charles please” you said as you struggled to even keep yourself on your elbows. fists clenching around any bedding they could as you desperately tried to keep yourself from falling apart. the slapping noise was louder this time, so was the strangled moan it pulled from you. it hurt more, longer, hitting the same spot he had before. his hand did what it could to soothe you, rub the pain away. but as his left hand connected harshly with the opposite side of your ass again, your moan was unmistakably pained. stinging and sharp, a softer moan following as he gripped the skin of your butt tight. 

“taking your spankings so well, being so good for me” he praised you, knowing just when you needed it. keeping you stupid, and rutting against his dick. “can you take your last one honey?” he asked you, voice tender now. he was really asking, you could say no, you knew you could. beg for mercy and he would give it to you, no further questions. he would continue passed it, not letting it ruin the moment if you couldn't. never wanting to hurt you anymore than you asked him to. 

“please” was all you muttered as you arched your butt further up to him. the cutting sound and pain followed, softer this time. not noticeably, not unless you really knew charles. 

“thats my girl, shh, i know baby” he coaxed you. his hands rubbed at your skin gently. your moans were more sobbish now as the pain slowly weakened against your burning ass. 

he grabbed your waist, demanding, controlling, pulling you flush against his front. your cunt parted as his dick made room for itself. separating you, but not filling you. raising your hips ever so slightly so your clit would grind against the veins of his length. 

“tell me what you need, tell me who you need, slut” his voice was a ragged whisper. your whole body burned. heat radiating off of you from the inside out. the rush of dopamine feeling overwhelming. your head was spinning as you kept wrecked cries from leaving your mouth. you felt it start to hurt. the emptiness, the need, the want, the itch that covered every part of your skin he didn't touch. 

“you– ple– please fuck me” tears streamed down your face as you lost control. it was overpowering. you wanted to turn around, fall to your knees, and cry for his dick. you wanted to tell him you couldn't live without it for one more second. every nerve in your body alight as he hummed softly to you. 

he pulled back from you, separating just barely. you felt your throat open, ready to sob, before you could he plunged his cock into you, bottoming out immediately. the noise that was pushed from you was one of pleasure, or relief. they were so blurred together you couldn't tell the difference. he stayed still, for just a moment. a breath long enough for you to adjust, prepare. then he pulled halfway out and snapped his hips back against you with force. 

you extended your arms, not capable of staying stable on your elbows. pushing your own face down into the mattress. this time, he used his hands to push your form forward, his tip just barely feeling the cold air before he pulled you back, rough.

the noises were perfectly disgusting. the wetness of your cunt squelching around him. the clap of your hips reconnecting. the way you moaned, charles would describe it as fucking angelic. him grunting behind you as your pussy sucked his cock like it needed it. 

completely arched down, charles moved his hands to rest more on your lower back and hips. he used you for leverage. you held a majority of his weight as he pulled his cock and bottomed out with speed and strength. the rhythm was blistering. fast, hard, fucking, not making love. it would hurt tomorrow, but it felt too good to think about that right now. hell, you wanted it to hurt tomorrow. 

“who’s pussy is this” he asked you, trying to hold back the purrs that threatened to fall from his own mouth. he moved his hand to the back of your head, turning you to look sideways. you could see him now, just out of the corner of your eye. he could see your face, see just how gone you were. smiling as you faded in and out of reality, thinking solely about his cock pumping in and out of you. his words finally made their way into your fuzzy head.

“is y-yours, always yu-rs” you slurred, eyes rolling gently as you let it all go. charlie wasn't sure if that went more to his dick or his heart. either way, he was now completely focused on making you cum around him. still using your arched back as leverage, he kept rutting into you relentlessly.

he angled his hips just slightly, perfectly adjusting for his tip to land right on the spot that makes you– you were screaming into the mattress. walls fluttering around him like his dick was made to fill you. knocking against the spot that drove you crazy, he watched as everything else left. all that was in your pretty little head was him, his dick, and pleasure. 

you clenched around him so tight, it was making it hard to pull out. your cunt was pulling him in, and keeping him held there. he used his hold on your hips to pull and push you onto him. it helped with the movement, but the suction your hole had around him was maddening. 

you bounced back and forth at charles’ mercy now. your body was limp, moldable to whatever he wanted. like the only muscle you had left was your tight fucking cunt. every part of you shook as he all but ragdolled you against him.

you opened your mouth to speak, to warn him. but the way you were gushing and clenching around him– he knew you all too well. his tip punished your sweetest spot. a bundle of nerves so deep inside you, somewhere only he could touch. 

“i know baby, cum for me, show me how pretty you are when you fall apart” he told you. not needing you to waste any amount of thought on telling him what he already knew. 

you tipped over the edge, as he collided with you again, deep and hard, he watched as you found the top of the climax. he couldn't help himself. pulling his hand back and spanking you one more time. the noise was harsh as the sweat on you and his hand aided it. the pain sent you tumbling off the peak before you had any say in it.

your eyes squeezed shut as every muscle in your body lit on fire, clenching up and relaxing entirely. your vision went hot and white behind your eyelids. your ears rang and your mouth dried up. like all of your other senses had shut off completely. like you were controlled entirely by your cunt, and by charles fucking in and out of you. 

his thrusts were shallower now, gentler. he worked you through it. feeling the pleasure pour through you when he brushed against the spot he had been bruising. he tried– really tried, not to finish until he milked every drop of pleasure out of your orgasm. but the way your pussy was begging him to fill you, he couldn't deny it any longer. 

you felt the surge of warm, stickiness coat your insides. another wave of pleasure washing over you without warning. like charles finishing sent an entire other orgasm crashing through you. you shouted his name like it was the only thing you could remember.

as euphoria drenched all of him, he kept rocking you back on him, coaxing you both. skin buzzing, brain fuzzy, you lazily fucked against him to take everything he had to give you. slowly, you both came down, as charles pumped into you a few more times. the remaining pieces of your orgasm raked through you, sending shivers to different parts of you, until his cock had rubbed every itching nerve satisfied. 

your walls squeezed him barely as he left his length inside you while you both caught your breath. his hands were soft now, distinctly different from just moments ago. he leaned over you fully, letting his weight comfort you, ground you, pull you back to reality. brushing your hair to the side and kissing your shoulder so sweetly you could taste it. 

“that’s it pretty girl, did so good for me” he whispered in your ear from behind you. hand rubbing and squeezing your sides. “took me so well, made me so proud” he continued as you finally found the strength to raise your eyelids. you blinked, heavy and slow, as a whine escaped you. his cock resting against bundles of nerves that felt overstimulated now. even as he was softening, he was still too big for your aching pussy. 

“you ready?” he asked you. genuine, eyes searching. he didn't want to pull out abruptly, didn't want to empty you until you were ready. until you had come down enough to decide when his missing member wouldn't hurt more than it filling you.

“mhm” was all you had in you, as your tight suction relaxed and loosened around him. he dragged out gently, both of you mushy and softening. he rolled you over on your back, as delicate as you imagined an angel might. he returned to laying on you, giving just the right amount of weight to ground you but not overwhelm you.

he tucked his head into your neck, smiling against your soft skin. light kisses scattered across the area and trailing to your collar bones. you watched him, lazy. eyes full of love, admiration, and most importantly, trust. 

“i love you” you told him, dreamy and blurred. his heart swelled as he pulled back to look at you. how beautiful you looked now, messy and taken. every inch of you was soft and longing to be held. an ache opened in his chest as he watched you. his beautiful girl. 

“i love you, doll” he responded, accent heavy as the tiredness set in. “wanna shower? or just wipe off?” he questioned, not wanting to push you past where you wanted to be. 

“jus sleep” you said as he smiled at you, so in love. he wanted you to be relaxed and comfortable. but he cared too much about you to let you go to sleep like this. he kissed you once more, soft, spit connecting you both as he pulled away.

deciding for you, he stumbled to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cool water. grabbing a dry towel as well. he returned to you, pouty, missing him. he grabbed your pjs, something comfy, light and loose. 

something between protective, nurturing, and caring flushed charles skin as he knelt down to clean you up. you were exhausted, half asleep as he pulled you to sit up. using the dry towel to wipe your skin down, taking precaution not to be too harsh with the rough towel. he knelt down to your most intimate area, still radiating heat. 

“this is gonna be a little cold, bubba, ill be quick” he said as he separated your knees and kissed the inside of your thigh. hissing as he used the wet rag to wipe your leaking and sore pussy. wiping you clean like you were a piece of fine art. detailed and delicate.

he pulled your panties up, cute pink ones with a little bow on the front, soft and silky as to not irritate your skin anymore. pulling his tshirt over your head, you giggled to each other as your arm got caught in the wrong hole. 

throwing on a pair of shorts and using the dry towel to wipe himself down, not at all minding your sweat mixing with his. he was finally able to crawl into bed with you. you were very sleepy, lulling into a drowsy state each time charlie looked away from you. 

he pulled your form up to his, laying your head on his chest and pulling your knee to have your leg over him as well. his thumbs drew light patterns and shapes on your thigh, as he pulled the covers over you and let you sink into his comfort.

“you okay baby?” he asked you, you didn't need to talk much. he just wanted to be extra sure you were as happy with tonight as he was.

“better than okay, you're pretty good in bed” you joked, tired, but cheeky. he laughed, honestly. mainly it was air escaping his nose, but his smile was big and you could see the white flash through the dark.

“i love you baby” he told you as your breathing slowed. he repeated it a few more times as you fell softly into the embrace of sleep. when you were drifted off entirely, he allowed himself to follow you. eyes heavy as the sound of your heartbeat was echoing around his head, as if it were his own.

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pen pals…. lando…. norris…. oh…. im so sat….

IF MY ANGEL WANTS IT SHE WILL GET IT !!!!! another lil baby sneak peek just for you ...

Daisy,

sometimes I think if we met you'd be disapointed. I'm not saying that to be dramatic. Just... I think you'd expect someone calmer. Softer maybe. In real life, I'm not always how I am with you. I'm impatient. I get stressed way too fast. Can be a bit of a dick really. And I'm definately not as smart as you. (I know your going to say that's not true, but it is. I can see it in the way you write. You think in these big beautiful loops and quote dead writers and stuff, and I had to stare at the word definately for 10 minutes to figure out if I spelt it right.) So maybe if we met I'd ruin it the way I always seem to.

Sometimes I picture it though. Picture you. Not your face, exacly, but the feeling I get with you. If we were ever in the same place, even if I didn't talk to you I think I'd know you. Just from that feeling.

[norcigs]

“champion mentality” “good mental space” “rattled confidence” SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!!!! STOP TALKING!!!!!!!!!!

[norcigs]

guys this charli fic p0rn0 keeps getting longer… i— cleo learn how to stfu challenge! impossible edition!!!

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sleepy lando who lays his head on your chest to fall asleep to the sound of your heart beating.

sleepy lando who comes with you to the bathroom if you wake up in the middle of the night. just stands there and holds your hand until you finish. head dropped to his chest, eye closed, just waiting to get back in bed with you.

sleepy lando who twitches as he drifts off, especially when you scratch his scalp just right.

sleepy lando who rolls over in the middle of the night and pulls your entire body over him to keep cuddling.

sleepy lando who tucks his nose and mouth right behind your ear when you're spooning. leaves little kisses on the soft skin.

sleepy lando who wakes up in the middle of the night just to kiss you. he is completely out of it, almost still asleep, doesn't even remember it in the morning.

just rolls over and starts kissing you. you're usually asleep too, but you wake up enough to realize what is happening. eyes closed, just mouthing at you like it completes him. even in this completely delirious state, he just wants his lips on yours.

hums contently when you finally kiss him back, and he slips off back to sleep.

sleepy lando who makes you his portable nap pillow. he is good at falling asleep anywhere, but with you to support him, it only makes for more possibilities. he positions you in front of him, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. it doesn't take long for his breathing to slow and his weight to become heavier on you. sinking into the comfort only you can provide.

sleepy lando who tries soo hard to stay awake when you guys have quality time. staying in a beautiful city after a race weekend, he wants to sit up and watch the stars with you both talking all night.

but he is just too tired. eyes getting heavy as his hands linger on you for moments too long. he tells you to keep talking and keep him up, but you just want him to get the rest he needs.

“no, baby, i wanna stay up, i miss you so much when im sleeping”

“dont worry, im not going anywhere, ill still be right here when you wake up”

sleepy lando who talks to you in his sleep. usually it's just soft mumbling before he pulls you closer to him. but sometimes, when you ask him questions, he will answer. he is missing context and isn't entirely coherent, but he always just says how much he loves you.

“are you sleepin baby?” you whispered as he stirred

“no m’wit my pretty girlfriend”

“yeah? do you love her?” you ask smiling, as he cant even open his eyes.

“mhm gonna make her my wife, wan kiss you forever” he slurred out as he lifted his head to maybe kiss you, lips landing at the corner of your mouth before he was already drifted off again.

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i have something to say

[norcigs]

TOGETHER

synop: you love lando like no one ever has, a race could never change that

warnings: none! very fluffy, this is my post race therapy session

🧸: 1.2k words

it had been a long day. lando hadn’t said much since being released from media and team duties. but there was a lightness to him now.

sometimes, he wanted you to convince him. get riled up and beg him to see how talented you knew he was. sometimes he needed that in your face kind of comfort. today hadn’t been one of those days.

today it was easier to sit in the silence of your love. to let it wrap around him, and fill all the spots in his heart and head.

today, the warm smile, soft hug, and gentle finger interlockings you gave him, said more than words ever could. once he had escaped it all, after what was done, was done, there was still you. still your same overpowering love and undying support.

the one that never wavered. no matter what happened on track, p1 or p20, you loved him all the same. he didn't have to prove anything to you. you were the only set of eyes that he never felt judged by.

he let you lead him, to the car, through the hotel, and to your room. this wasn’t something he would never come back from, wasn’t career changing, just racing. but letting you have a little bit of the control made him feel safe.

he was happy to take the back seat, for once, and let you care for him. you walked him into the bathroom, his shoulders were slumped, but he found a hint of a smile while looking at you.

your touch was steady and gentle, not like he was going to break, more like he was worth something more than a lap time. you looked up at him with big eyes, like maybe he could read your mind and know just how much you loved him.

your hands dragged up his arms to rest on his neck and pull him down to kiss you. it was special, but it was familiar. not like you felt bad for him, definitely not like you were disappointed. just like every other night, he was him, you were you, still in love, still together. somewhere in the kiss he found, that was what he cared about most at the end of the day.

“want me to get you some pjs and start your shower?” you asked him with a honey laced voice.

he nodded his head, lightly dropping it to rest on your shoulder before you pulled away. you walked him back to sit on the closed toilet seat. he looked up at you now, with those same sweet eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

his gaze lingered, wanting but not asking, you leaned down to kiss him again. he smiled into you, as you held your lips together. pulling away, you kissed the top of his head before starting his shower and leaving to grab a change of clothes.

when you returned he was in the same spot, still grinning like he was dazed. the air warmed around you both as the shower got up to the muscle relaxing temperature.

“hey bub” you said as you walked back to his frame, fingernails finding the back of his head and scratching his scalp. “wanna wash today off?” you finished as he leaned his face into your tummy and nodded.

lan usually liked to shower alone after races. it gave him a human moment. time to bask in the warm steam and let his thoughts clear. it gave him time to stop, breathe, and get his head off the track.

you knew that, of course, and it was never a conversation. he didn't have to explain himself. you didn't make him stay connected to you 24/7. you didn't get hurt when he wanted time to process– win or lose. you just, understood.

it was something he hadn’t experienced before you. the slow drawn out pulse of love that simmered in every corner of your relationship. you listened, you heard him, you understood.

“call me if you need me, okay?” your smile was real. so real it felt heavy in his heart before it floated off him like a blessing. you would be there, with or for whatever he needed. if something happened, you would come, you would help him. no questions asked, no expectations. just you and him, like it always was.

closing the bathroom door behind you, the muted hum of the shower filled the room as you looked through the room service menu. ordering the two things you were torn between which lando might want, better to get them both so he could choose and you have the other.

little things like that, kind acts you didn't even think about, are what made lan know you were the one. the food arrived and you had changed into something comfier now, as you waited in bed for him to be ready to come out. no matter how long it took.

the quiet purr of the shower turned off, and he was padding out to you not long after. comfy grey sweatpants and a big baggy t shirt adorned him, as his wet hair dripped to his shoulders. he was done performing, done acting, nothing could get him here, not now. this was just for you and him.

he saw your form, laid in bed with your back against the headboard. with no hesitation, he joined you and collapsed lazily into your arms. your legs separated to allow him to lay between. his chest rested on yours. head tucked into your neck as his wet hair rubbed against you, cold.

you stayed like that for a minute. comfortable, and relaxed. letting him use you to recharge. your hands naturally found their way to his back. gently scratching at the lower portion.

“under please” he mumbled into your neck, not moving another muscle. you giggled, as softly as you could, and moved your fingers to his request. hooking under his t-shirt before your nails began soothing again.

you painted light shapes and lines on his back, the skin to skin contact making him hum. content. happy. in love.

“are you upset with me?” he asked with a tone that made your gut wrench. he knew you werent, really he hadn’t doubted it since his hands reconnected with yours after the race. but he thought he deserved a selfish moment of reassurance.

“never, baby” you told him like a whisper as your legs wrapped just a bit tighter around his waist. “you know that” you finished and kissed the top of his head again, like the wax seal on a soulmate's love letter.

“i know” he responded. never moving from your embrace. staying on top of you, letting you take care of him. and he did know. in that moment, with the world quiet except for the sound of two hearts beating. synced, in rhythm, together.

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charlie fic has to wait i wrote lan comfort bc i NEEDED it

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ha… haha…. haaa…

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unfortunately my body does not know the difference between watching lando norris driving fast (his job) and being held at gun point

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YOUR FICS ARE INCREDIBLEEEE!!! WAITING SO PATIENTLY FOR MORE🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i love you… should we kiss?

anyways charli fic tonight for race day !!