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foreword: and if I said Eddie liked when you talked a lil' mean to him. what then. n e ways. just a little exploration of his early-day sub tendencies. I generally write Eddie as older but since this takes place in some nebulous time before s4 u can think whatever u want +18. ‘unnamed freak’ is Jacob. punk band name was not thought of by me but isn’t it great <3

cw: gn!reader w/breasts + V, oral (R receiving), unprotected PiV, soft!dom(ish) R, Eddie subbing from the top 😎, gotta-be-quiet-when-we-fuck trope my beloved

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The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

Eddie’s a blur of motion in the little trailer kitchen, knocking against your knees where you’re propped up on the counter (not entirely helpful but, in his words, ‘much-needed eye candy for the chef’), closing cupboards with a bang and talking animatedly over the hiss of onions cooking.

Your boy is loud, always has been, and tonight is no different- he’s crowing and cackling, recounting a particularly genius foible that he’d orchestrated during last night’s campaign, wooden spoon dipping in and out of heated pots over the stove like some crazed frizzy-haired potions master.

“And then.” He punctuates with a jab of the spoon towards you, a long drip of spaghetti sauce narrowly missing your leg- you flinch and squeak in alarm, but Eddie just grins wildly, eager to get to the punchline. “Red rolls a natural. Fucking. Twenty.”

“Holy shit!” Your smile is wide, natural and easy for him- Eddie’s excitement is infectious.

“I know!” Eddie spins back to the stove, plunking the wooden spoon back into the simmering sauce before opening the oven. Heat from the broiler rises in a mouth-watering cloud of herby smell, and Eddie reaches for the metal sheet of garlic bread, still talking. “Couldn’t fuckin’ believe it. And then I- shit!”

You don’t put the pieces together until Eddie’s spinning away from the open oven, whole body moving with the force of his hand being shaken in the air- he’d touched the roiling-hot metal with his bare hand.

“Oh, shit, babe-” Sliding from the counter, you nudge the oven door closed with a foot, reaching out to assess the damage- but Eddie’s a whirlwind, jumping up and down, swinging his injured hand around in jerky movements, howling in pain.

It’s kind of freaking you out, ‘cuz you can’t tell if he’s playing up or if he’s actually got a third-degree burn. The voice that comes out of you is commanding, one that you rarely use, firm and louder than his hollering.

“Eddie, for fuck’s sake- stand up and let me see it.”

That seems to do the trick. Eddie’s eyes snap to you, pausing mid-hop, and you take advantage of his semi-stillness to snatch his wrist and drag him towards the sink. The water runs cool and you turn his palm over in both of yours, breathing a sigh of relief when the pink welt across the bridge of his hand doesn’t have any blisters.

“Under the water,” you instruct, pushing at his silver-link braceleted wrist until he gets the memo, letting the flow from the tap ease the burn.

Eddie hisses through his teeth, and then goes quiet for the first time in ages.

There’s a few moments of this strained silence as you watch his hand carefully, color leaching back into his palm until you notice Eddie’s looking at you sideways.

Your shoulders hunch in a bit, arms crossed over your chest as you take a step back, misinterpreting his look as wounded. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just-”

“Hey, whoa, no-” Eddie’s hand automatically reaches for you, dripping water on the floor until he remembers his injury with a wince and plunges it back under the tap. “You don’t have to apologize for that. At all. Um.”

His left hand, the uninjured one, braces against the linoleum, ringed knuckles creaking as he shifts his stance. He sounds uncomfortable, and you’re about to start apologizing again until he lifts his head, eyes twinkling- “You were so bossy. It was totally hot.”

A shocked laugh burbles out of you, unsure if he’s joking or not- when he shifts his weight again, your gaze flickers down to the zipper of his dark jeans- he’s fully hard.

“Oh my god.” Split between amusement and mortification, adrenaline from seeing him get hurt fizzing through your veins, you laugh again- this time, sardonic, into your hands, shaking your head. “Jesus christ, Eddie.”

“Can’t help it.” He’s close to whining, hips pressing flush into the cabinet, partly to relieve the ache in his groin and partly to toy with you. “Goddamn. Sound so sexy when you tell me what to do-”

There’s a teatowel hanging from a nearby rack; you snatch it up and whip it at Eddie’s shoulder, playful and irritated as you snap, “Shut up.”

“Oh, yeah, just like that, baby-” Eddie’s fake sultry voice earns him another towel-whip, this time at his neck- he squawks, ducking to avoid another blow while still keeping his hand under the water.

“Ridiculous. You’re ridiculous,” you announce with finality, slinging the towel over your shoulder and turning on your heel. “I’m gonna get the burn cream. Try not to cum or die while I’m gone.”

His bright laughter follows you all the way down the hall.

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The next time it happens, it’s sort-of on purpose.

Eddie’s glowing with a post-show rush- a local business convention meant Corroded Coffin got to play for a nearly-packed room. Nevermind the fact that their Bruce Springsteen cover was the one bringing in the most applause; Eddie’s always been able to feed off the energy of a crowd, and tonight was a riotous success.

The Hideout is loud but your boy is louder, as per usual. There’s sweat curling the baby hairs at his temples, bright spots of flushed pink in his cheeks from the round of whiskey you’d bought the band as a congrats.

He’s making a toast to his laughing bandmates, to beautiful you, to any nearby drunk who will listen, proclaiming his lust for life with one boot on the well-worn table in noble pose.

“And to Bev, the best of us-” Eddie tips his half-empty glass towards the nearby bar, shouting over the din of the jukebox and lively chatter, “-may your sharp-tongued wit live on!”

Bev pauses service to flip him off, and Eddie collapses back into the comfort of your arm over the booth’s top, grinning when the band trio of Jeff, Gareth, and Jacob nearly fall out of their chairs with laughter.

It’s always hot to see Eddie in his element, and tonight’s not an exception. He turns to lean into you, looking down the slope of his pretty nose like he knows why you’re staring.

A charming wink precedes, “Come here often?” but his flirting is interrupted when Jeff gets up for another round and bumps the table- whiskey sloshes over the side of Eddie’s cup and coats his hand in stickiness.

He swears viciously, yanking out his bandanna to wipe at the mess while you laugh over the rim of your own glass at him. “Real smooth, babe. Good thing you killed it on stage, otherwise I might not take you home.”

Eddie’s eyes light up, inhaling for another cheesy line to wow you with when his gaze flicks past you and his face falls.

Across the table, Jacob mutters, “Oh, shit,” and Gareth glowers.

Following their eyelines, you look over your shoulder to see Nico Hawley, frontrunner of Hawkin’s own punk band (the Scumshots), enter through the front door in a cloud of cigarette smoke.

When you turn back to Eddie, he’s already twisting the damp bandanna around his rings. The usual softness of his doe-brown eyes are now flint-sharp, and with a rush of panic, you remember the last time Eddie and Nico ran into each other; the night had ended with you back at the trailer, holding a cold pack to Eddie’s split lip, which he’d received from engaging in what he referred to as “friendly fisticuffs”.

There was nothing friendly about the way Eddie stood, then, to his full height, dark and imposing with his big mane of hair and leather jacket. The other Corroded boys won’t start any shit themselves, but will absolutely back Eddie up (fearless leader, resident shit-starter, instigator extraordinaire).

Time’s running out for you to get a handle on the situation, Eddie already moving to slide past you out of the booth when you snag his left jacket sleeve in a tight grip.

The first yank you give stops him in his tracks; the second, more intentional tug gets his face level with yours, Eddie’s hardened stare giving way to confusion as you pull him into your space.

In that same authoritative tone, you pin Eddie in place with a fistful of leather and command, low, right in his ear to be heard above the bar noise, “Don’t. Sit down and be good.”

At first, you’re not sure it worked, because Eddie’s just staring at you- slightly slack-jawed, pretty pink o mouth as his gaze flickers to your lips, back up to lock in your gaze again.

And then, by some miracle, Eddie obeys. Like a well-trained, marvelously-behaved dog. He’s back in his seat with a jolt to the booth, hand curling around his whiskey again.

Curls spill and shift around jacketed shoulders as he shoots the rest of the glass, adam’s apple bobbing, other hand slipping to cup your thigh hidden from view. “It’s not worth it,” he announces to the rest of the group, sounding strained, staring at the bottom of his empty glass, knuckles white with force.

Jake sighs, relieved, but Gareth scoffs, tipping the neck of his beer across the table to point, goading Eddie with “Since when have you been the one to take orders?”

“Shut up,” Eddie shoots back, blood returning and redistributing enough from where it had all rushed south, enough to defend you and himself against his drunk bandmate. “We’re already on Hop’s shit list, asshole, can’t be catching any more charges for stupid fuckin’ bar fights.”

Nico had disappeared into the throng of people at the bar while your group has been arguing- probably for the best that he’s out of eyesight. Unperturbed by Gareth’s comment (he likes you fine, he’s just grumpy from the alcohol and itching for a fight), you sip your drink and give him a shameless wink.

Underneath the tabletop, Eddie’s palm flattens over your jeans, fingers dipping to toy with the denim seam hugging the fatty plush part of your inner thigh. You shift your hips, subtly, feeling flush with heat and power. Just a couple of words and you have him eating out of your goddamn hand.

Jeff returns, setting a handful of beers in the middle of the table. “Saw that shitstain Hawley at the bar. What’d I miss here?”

Gareth swoops in with accusatory explanation, seizing another bottle out of Jeff’s hands. “What you missed is Eddie’s balls on a leash-”

“Jealous you don’t have someone at home to tie you up, Emerson?” Eddie’s dig comes swiftly, lips quirked in a smile around the rim of his drink.

There’s a raucous burst of laughter, Gareth’s curly mop of hair gets ruffled playfully, and everyone eases back into celebration, all while Eddie’s thumb edges closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.

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The next time, though? Totally on purpose.

There’s a sliver of gold from the hallway light spilling under Eddie’s closed door, left on in case Jeff or Gareth needed to use the bathroom during the night.

And despite the fact that two of his bandmates are passed out on the couch and floor just a short walk away, Eddie’s hands are exploring the length of your body under the sheets like he’s got plans to map you with his tongue.

“We- ah- can’t.” Your whispering scold is interrupted with a sharp gasp when Eddie nips at your neck. “No fooling around. Not when we have guests.”

His left hand drips over the swell of your breast, squeezing and kneading, your nipples perking to attention (traitors) underneath the bra you haven’t yet had the chance to take off.

Eddie adopts your quiet tone as he speaks between kisses that trail further down your body, not outright ignoring your weak protests but not doing much to combat them, either. “Mmm. Got me so worked up. Been driving me crazy since the bar, y’know that? ‘S cruel, baby, can’t just talk mean and expect me not to act on it.”

“Wasn’t mean,” you counter, hands shifting automatically to wind through the soft locks of hair tickling at your stomach as Eddie continues his path downwards. “Didn’t wanna have to patch up a split lip. Had to make you behave somehow.”

The vibrating groan Eddie gives against the soft skin of your stomach tickles; when you squirm, shushing him again, his hands slide to your hips, pinning you in place.

Nose to your navel, warm breath fanning across the strip of skin just above the band of your panties, Eddie sounds strung-out already, close to begging. “Please, baby. I’ll be good. Make it so good for you. I’ll be quiet-”

His head snaps up at your sudden gasping laugh, chin perched on your tummy as he scoffs. “What, you don’t think I can keep quiet?”

“Eddie Munson, you couldn’t be quiet to save your life.” Your hands migrate to his cheeks, squishing them together fondly as he grins around your touch, his thumbs working circles at your bare hips.

“Ye of little faith.” In the dim light of the room, Eddie’s teeth are a flash of white before his mouth dips to press against the wet patch at your underwear.

“Fucking… shit-!” The expletives fly out harshly, only because you weren’t expecting the wet stripe of his tongue against your clothed folds. Head dropping back to the comfort of your pillow, you get one hand in Eddie’s hair again, the other finding its way to twist at the sheets.

You can feel his smile, equal parts smug and sympathetic as he coos saccharine to your inner thigh- “Now, now, angel. Gotta be quiet.”

Not willing to lose the fight, you focus on clamping your mouth shut, eyes closed in concentration- even as Eddie slides your underwear down and off, a quick flash of blue fabric before it’s swallowed by the floor’s darkness. Even as he seals his lips over your clit, sucking hard like he’s been deprived of your taste for too long.

When his tongue breaches your entrance, a soft gasp escapes, one that has your head turning sideways to grab some pillow with your teeth.

Eddie brings the wetness from your entrance up again, spreading it over your pulsing clit, nerve endings fizzing bright and hot in your stomach from the attention.

On instinct, your right leg kicks out, jolting with the spasm of pleasure- Eddie’s quick, though, taking advantage of the movement to find a new hold at the back of your thigh; rings biting cold, he pushes until you bend for him, your knee now pressed towards your chest.

“Gonna make it so good for you.” Eddie’s mumbling pussy-drunk rambles into your cunt that’s now on display, dragging his nose through the slick that weeps out of you, all for him- “So wet for me, angel. Fuck’s sake. This all for me?”

As if he doesn’t know. The hand that isn’t busy holding you open trails up your thigh, middle finger teasing at your entrance before slipping inside, no resistance thanks to the river of slick that rushes to greet it.

There’s a soft squelching noise as Eddie adds a second, curling them up, stroking against that tender gummy spot that always skyrockets your pulse.

The noise is almost enough to give you pause; feeling wild and flush with heat, your hand tightens in the crown of Eddie’s hair, eyes popping open as you prop yourself up on an elbow to give a strangled hiss of warning through your teeth.

Eddie senses your unease, pulls his fingers and mouth out and off (a travesty), softening the blow by giving a placating kiss to the top of your mound. “Shhh, sweetheart. S’okay. You hear that?”

Past the noise of nighttime crickets from the nearby cracked window, past the hum of the kitchen, you hear it as Eddie crawls back up- distant, tandem snores from the boys in the living room.

“They sleep like the dead. Like rocks,” Eddie promises, settling his weight into his hands planted on either side of your head, hair creating a curtain around your faces as he leans in. “So we can get our rocks off.”

“That was awful.” You kiss him anyways. He tastes like you, earthy and warm and wet, saliva mixed with your arousal as the kiss turns sloppy.

Eddie rocks his hips forwards, the friction from the fabric of his boxers making you both gasp into each other’s mouths. He’s achingly hard, cock leaking and smearing precum through the cotton; there’s a hurried, manic shift as you both work to strip the last pieces of clothing from yourselves, his boxers and your bra following your underwear from earlier into the dark of the room.

And then Eddie is sliding his cock through the folds of your pussy, slicking up the sizable length as much as he can before the tip nudges at your entrance; Eddie’s arms tremble with effort as yours wrap around his shoulders, soothing with a kiss to his cheek- “Lotta talk about keeping quiet, Munson. That’s all it was? Just talk?”

Now that his mouth isn’t intent on making you fall apart anymore, you’ve got some breathing room to tease. To be the one to work him up. Tucking a curly lock of hair behind his ear, your fingers trace adoringly over his temple before sliding to grip the back of his neck. “Gonna prove me wrong, hotshot?”

With this new proximity, you can see Eddie’s eyes- fixed intently on yours, black pupils nearly eclipsing the soft amber of his irises. He looks slightly feral, sweat sticking his bangs in place, lips parted, spots of pink staining his cheeks.

As if he doesn’t trust himself to speak, Eddie’s near-silent as he slides himself in to the hilt, jaw dropping as the warmth from your walls encompasses him completely.

The chained guitar pick around his neck tickles between the valley of your breasts. He pants, chest heaving, not daring to move yet; your breath stutters. You can feel him in your throat.

“So big,” you murmur, an honest reaction but one that has Eddie’s brows drawing together, a little whine escaping as his hips jerk forward, reflexive to your words.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Eddie’s voice, strained though it may be, is on its way to regular volume. At the back of his neck, your hand flexes, a warning as he begins to rock steadily into your tight heat.

“Gotta be good.” Biting back your own groan, you sling your leg over his waist. At this angle, you can press your heel to the dip of his lower back. “Be good and quiet for me and I’ll let you come in my p-”

His hips snap forward, audibly, subsequent wet noise obscene, filling the room. Eddie moans into the curve of your neck before your sentence is even fully formed- “Jesus, baby. Oh my god. Can’t say stuff like that, gonna come too quick-”

His cock fits along the contours of your cunt like you were made for him, ridged tip dragging against that same sensitive spot of your front wall with each pull and thrust.

Eddie’s forehead thunks into yours as he rolls it back and forth, mindlessly. All the tease has melted out of his voice: it’s been replaced with a lust-filled rasp, rock-salt and deep.

Your voice, however, is all tease, still hushed but laced with mischief despite your mounting pleasure. “Yeah? Gonna come in my pussy?”

It’s almost not fair and you almost feel bad, seeing the way Eddie fights to make his gasp silent as the channels of your cunt clench in answer to his fucked-out expression. With his next thrust, Eddie loses the battle- a hoarse, blissful moan much too loud spills over and out into the quiet room.

Moving quick, your hand slips from the back of Eddie’s neck to his mouth, palm flat over the plush of his lips.. The commanding tone comes easy this time (with practice, you’ll surely be a natural).

“Eddie. Be. Quiet.”

Usually, Eddie’s got stamina enough to prioritize your pleasure, making sure you’re taken care of at least twice before he even thinks of himself. Tonight, though, he’s already been straining in his jeans for hours, unbearably turned on from your earlier sharp words, pushing the limits of desperation.

Your words, once again, do the trick. Eddie’s cock pulses, and he comes hard, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your hand, chorus of whimpers successfully dampened. His dark brows knit together, eyes pinched shut, nostrils flaring with each stilted breath.

He’s so fucking hot when he comes, hair a riot around stormcloud eyes that open to take you in. Even prettier when he’s coming down, leaning into your hand for support before you take it away, guiding and encouraging him to lay down.

Eddie collapses, carefully enough that it doesn’t jostle you, but still with his full weight. The crown of his head radiates heat against your chin.

His arms wrap solidly around your middle as he whispers (he’s learning) in croaky fragments, “Jesus fucking H. I think you just broke my brain. Smashed it into a million little pieces. Never come so hard in my life. I’m in love with you.”

The laugh you give him is quiet but golden, the rise and fall of your chest causing his head to bounce a bit (but Eddie could die happy between your breasts so he doesn’t mind). “See? It’s worth it to listen to me, sometimes.”

“You’re so smart. Gonna do whatever you say, forever and ever. Cart-blank.” And then he’s pushing up onto his elbows, keeping his face level with your left breast so he can suck your nipple into his mouth, gently worrying his teeth over the peaked bud.

Previously tangled in the sheets, your hand flies up to grab his shoulder, nails digging in. “Fuck. Fuck, Eddie. That’s good. And- ah- it’s ‘carte blanche’.”

He leaves the comfort of your breast with a sigh. “Whatever you say, princess. Gonna let me fuck you some more? Your turn to be the loud one.”

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hoshigray · 7 months

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hey!! I love you works=) Can I request a fem!chubby(optional)reader x gojo,where gojo is her mean roommate and after a night when he had fun with a random girl and reader couldn't sleep because of it she confront him and he shows her how much he loves-hates her (NSWF if you can,when I say love-hate I mean he loves her,but she is not afraid to attack his ego so he finds this quite annoying) I truly understand if you don't want to write and I respect your decision =) I just say to try my luck and see if you like the idea

lol well, I'm lucky to have time to indulge in this idea, so why not? hope i did this right...

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x roommate! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader can be read as chubby or not - implied mutual feelings/pining - kissing/making out - teasing - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and licking) - doggy style + missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - Gojo being a bit whipped for you - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - implied usage of alcohol - mention of saliva/drool. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k

“God, you can be such a fucking dumbass…Who told you to drink so much?”

“Listen–hic–I was just being the life of the party. Plus, gotta impress the ladies~”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just eat your damn mocha bread.”

Lying on the living room couch with you sitting on your knees on the carpet, tending to his drunken state, was not something Satoru Gojo had planned. It was supposed to be a chill night at the club with the guys – Geto, Nanami, and Haibara – yet he somehow found his way to the dance floor and danced like a rock star, drinking like a fish from taking up all the shots bought by all the women infatuated by him. What can he say; he could never refuse the ladies, even if he doesn’t like alcohol.

However, he’ll admit he might have overdone it and puked in the club bathroom for a solid 20 minutes before his friends decided it was time to go. You opened your apartment door to your roommate being carried by Haibara and Geto, the dark-haired men apologizing for the inconvenience at the late hour after dropping their friend on the couch and leaving you to deal with the tipsy fool.

Although, with him dealing with the raging headache and horrid acid from the vomit earlier ruining his tastebuds, Gojo would say this wasn’t all too bad. Why? Well, now he has his cute roommate to look after him like they always do.

Although he feels a bit bad that you were up to see him at this ungodly hour, watching you sitting beside him and feeding him his favorite snack to ease his subsiding intoxication made him feel warm. The little pout on your face as you break apart pieces of the mocha bread to feed into his mouth, your gorgeous eyes examining him to see if he’s okay, and your cute pajamas comprised of an oversized shirt and some shorts. If it meant being treated by you like this, the snow-haired man figured he ought to get drunk more often.

The only problem was you nagging at him like he was a child, grabbing for his hand to hold the glass of water on his own. “Drink; I don’t want you puking on my carpet.” Yup, you were his roommate, all right.

He rolled his eyes while taking a sip. “You’re supposed to be talking all sweet and slow to me here because my head’s going at sixty miles an hour. Aren’t you supposed to be sympathetic to the weak?”

You scoffed. “Oh please, you are not weak; you’re just dumb enough to drink whatever thing some pretty girl gives you.”

“Hmph,” He puffs at you, evoking your eye to twitch. “Well, maybe I should just go back to the venue and find that pretty lady who was dancing with me all night!” He takes a bite of some more mocha bread. “I’m sure she’d be nice enough to minister to my drunk self.”

That was a lie. There was a lady he was dancing with, the same lady who hung out with the guys at the club and had a good time with them. The woman was a wild and entertaining girl, Gojo will admit. But in all aspects, she was just there; she was nothing. If anything, Gojo wished that you were there instead of her. You were busy with work, opting to sit this out and maybe go with the guys the next time.

And although he didn’t try to argue (outside of pestering you in giving in and coming along), he couldn’t get his mind off you while he was away. You were all he could think about, wondering if you were okay or if you remembered to eat dinner. Or just imagining you being with him, wearing something nice and letting loose around his friends – around him. Fuck, just visioning him and you dancing together would’ve been such a treat and probably saved his poor liver and stomach from all the alcohol.

Instead, he’s spending the last moments of his late-night high with you, who should be sleeping. You say to him, “Would you?”

He draws his brows upwards. “Hmm?”

“Would you go back?” he now notices the look on your face, as if you’re going back and forth with something internally. “I mean, probably not because I’m sure whoever has to deal with you can’t feed you your favorite bread.”

He hums, taking note of your expression and your fingers playing with the edge of his plate. “Why do you ask?”

“Because Nanami called me earlier when you were getting a little too wild, like, five shots in,” The number throws the man in a whirlwind; damn, I had more than five? “And he told me you were so tipsy and touchy that you couldn’t stop asking about me. Like, ‘Where’s Y/n’ or ‘Man, I wish Y/n was here; they love this song.’”

Did I say that? “I said that?” A curt nod is given to Gojo, and he presses his lips to a thin line. Ah, shit.

“All I’m saying is,” you continue with a pout. “It would be pretty scummy of you to say you’d wanna hang with another woman and then turn around and worry about me, for whatever reason.”

Sky-blue eyes observe yours downcasted to the plate with the sweet bread. He couldn’t ignore how cute you avoided his gaze — it’s what prompted him to say this: “…There is a reason.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t worry about you for nothing,” you watch the white-haired man bring his upper body up from the couch with his elbows. His face is now a foot away from yours, close enough for you to see the earnest glint in his eyes under the soft, warm glow of the ceiling lighting. “Nothing is for ‘whatever’ reason if it’s with you.”

Your brows furrowed together, eyes avoiding Gojo’s gaze. “What could that reason be, I wonder. You’re just saying that so I can stop being up taking care of—“You couldn’t finish that sentence; how could you when Gojo brought a hand to your chin and prompted you to look back at him? Azure eyes pierced right into yours; it made your heart skip, and your body dare not to move.

“You want me to prove you wrong?” He asks with a neutral expression, hard for you to gauge what’s on his mind. You know him; he likes to poke fun or try to get you riled up. So, this shouldn’t be any different (aside from him holding your chin).

You huff, “Go ahead.”

And it was there where you should’ve chosen your words carefully.

“Khaaa! Ohhh! G–Gojo, stop…! Y’r fingerss—Ahhaaa!”

“Aht, aht, don’t do that, angel. Open those legs up for me…Fuck, you’re so cute…Mmm”

It took you aback when Gojo stood up from the couch, took your hand, and walked you from the living room to his room. Confusion on your part turned into immediate shock when he brought you into a kiss. With wide eyes and thoughts going at a million miles per hour, you instinctively tried to brush him off you. But one kiss turned into two, and two kisses turned into three. And before you know it, you sink into the feel of his pillowy lips, a leg situating between yours while your hands come around his neck.

And the surprises don’t stop there; Gojo then hoists you up — yes, picks you up! — and brings you to his bed to continue laying his lips on you. Your shaky moans resulted from his kisses trailing from your chin to your collarbone, the humps of his lower half chafing the groin of your shorts. The twitch of your chasm happens involuntarily — how embarrassing! Especially when he distracts you by claiming your lips again so he can pull down your bottoms and panties.

And that’s how we end up here, you crying out for him as he kisses and nibbles on your ear while his fingers play with your wet folds. “—Ahahhnn!! G–Gojo, no..! Not there…Hnnfff…!”

“You say that, but you’re not letting my fingers go, huh.” He chortles before kissing your cheek, stuffing his middle finger to aid his forefinger in scraping your inner walls. The wails that escaped your lips were so unlike the stern persona he’d usually deal with; they provoked him into wanting to hear more. “Damn, didn’t know my little cute roomie could make such cute sounds. Let me hear more, ‘kay?”

Cute!? The adjective had your cheeks increase in heat with the twitch of your southern walls clamping onto Gojo’s digits. “Hoooh! Q–Quit playing with me, Gojo; just stop going so fa—Aaahhhh!!”

From your protest, his fingers go even faster. And worse, he sneaks his thumb to your clitoris, where he shocks your body with swipes and grinds to the delicate pearl. Too fast for you to chew on your lip to shield the creams, “Hey now, I said call me by my name.” He looks at you with flushed cheeks and soft, hooded eyes — way too late to blame the alcohol for such effects. But you can see the passion that’s burning inside those blue orbs of his. “Don’t be stubborn on me, pretty girl. What’s my name, Y/n?”

God, first cutie, now pretty girl; how many names was he gonna call you to drag you deep into your pool of embarrassment? “Haahhh, Satoru, please,” your body jerks to the jabs of his fingers hitting inside you.

“Heh, good girl. My little angel…” Gojo kisses you again, sucking on your tongue with a teasing vigor before lifting your shirt to display your body to him in its whole form. Your breasts spill open for him to claim a nipple into his mouth for a quick suck. He then travels down your abdomen, playfully nibbling on your soft skin and flesh for you to jerk. His hands massage your inner thighs after spreading them further.

His face then comes down to your bare cunt, blowing on it to make you squirm. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to look at you for so long. You made such a gorgeous mess for me.”

“Go fuck yourself, Gojo,” you peer down at him, only for him to beam with a mischievous smile. Damn, you cursed his dimples for making him look like a childish bastard!

“No thanks, I’m more interested in fucking this cute thing.” He snickers to himself before descending further in between your legs and having you gasp sharply at the feel of his lips on your slit. His tongue swishes between your folds and sucks in your leaking substances for him to savor, the wet muscle teasing its entrance of your vagina before inserting inside.

You almost choke on your spit, crying out for him to stop and trying to close your legs. But that proves worthless, Gojo’s hands holding them to your chest for him to feast on you properly. You’re forced to accept the laps of his tongue, and it has your ears ringing with the obscene sounds coming from the commotion.

“—Ohoo!! Satoru, stop!!” You bring a hand to his head to grab a tuff of his snow-white hair. It does nothing, only making him eat you out even more unsteadily. His nose occasionally bumps into your clit, your other hand gripping the sheets. “Stooop it, I’m gonna cummm, if you keep….!”

“Go ahead, baby,” he withdraws his mouth, slipping his fingers back inside you to massage euphorically. Your eyes roll up when he licks on your clitoris. “Let’s see my pretty angel be messy for me.”

You couldn’t prevent yourself from following his command even if you wanted to, the fingers and his wet muscle all doing their part in making sure you give in. And so you do, releasing the reins to let your orgasm overcome you, clamping onto his fingers as it pass through your body through the shocks and your erotic howls.

And Gojo eats you up through your sensitive nerves and all, his hands not letting you writhe out of this as he stuffs his face into your cunt. Your body jolts with every passing shock until it relaxes. And even then, Gojo still carries a naughty grin when lifting his face and licking his digits. “Look at that, princess. Making my fingers all pretty.”

The display made your ears hot. “Don’t play with it like that!”

“Why, I’m gonna play with you a whole lot more, anyway,” he says while kissing your thighs. He surprises you with a bite, making you huff in surprise. “Gonna play and mark you all mine all night long.”

And he was not lying. Everything happened so fast; one moment, you’re lying on Gojo’s bed with him, eating you out until you come from his mouth two times. The next moment, your pajamas are stripped off you and thrown to the floor along with his.

“—Noohhh!! Ohhh, fuuuck, ahh, ‘Toruuu, yer goin’ too fast…! Slow down!!”

“Hnngh! Ahhhh, easy for you to say with you gripping on me like crazy…Holy shiiiit, you feel so good…”

Now, you two in the nude are fucking like animals. The hour is way past late for noises to disrupt your neighbors, yet here you are on Gojo’s bed with your face down to the sheets and your ass propped up for him to drill his length deep inside you. He’s caged you beneath him, his strong arms on either side of you while his hips thrust into your plump ass and thighs. The sounds of the action were so raunchy to the ears, something straight from a porno.

The two of you have been going at it for about two previous rounds; your body is already sensitive and sweaty from this. You want to be tired – your mind is trying to tell you you’re exhausted. However, it’s impossible to think of anything else with Gojo hammering his dick into you like no tomorrow. Excessive come leaks from your cunt down your thighs, a white ring forming around the base of his shaft — evidence of your sexes union.

“Ohhh Jesus, this ’s too much…Nnnphh!” The clap of your ass smacking onto Gojo’s pelvis made you sheepish, sinking your face further into the sheets to try and conceal your cries. But that’s not working when the tip of his cock grazes your velvety walls in such a precise motion that you almost choke on a sob, drool coming down your mouth. “Oh God, right there, ‘Toruuu…”

The white-haired man observes from above, examining your round ass and body jerk from his movements. Fuck, you looked so fucking sexy like this under him, wailing out from him being able to make you feel so good. It strokes his ego so badly, but that’s what happens when he’s finally proving to you how much he’s wanted your body like this. Your erotic body, your adorable mewls, and your amazingly tight cunt clenching on him as if you don’t want to let him go — it all makes his head pound, and his strokes smack on your harsher.

“Shiiiit, I’m so close…” He moans with a cold sweat that rolls down to his chin and hits the skin of your trapezius. Gojo then decides to switch things up before his evident release comes knocking. “Hey, sweetie. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

You were already maneuvered to face him before he could finish that sentence, your front forced to be seen in his gaze. Your half-lidded orbs locked in with Gojo’s as he bucks his hips to you during missionary. Oh, what an intimate position!

“Hic—Don’t look!” You say while putting your hands up to his face – accidentally hitting the bottom of his chin, taking him by surprise – not wanting him to see your disheveled and messy self under his observant eyes.

But that didn’t fly by with him, immediately grabbing your wrists and pinning them down. “Oh, none of that, princess,” his face descends to brush his nose against yours. “I told you I’d prove you wrong. So, how am I supposed to do that with you hiding from me like that?”

You gulp to give him a snarky answer, “Mmmph—You’ve proven that enough!”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckles lightly; fuck, he sounds so hot. “With you, there’s never enough.” He takes your lips with him before you can say more, grinding his hips onto your squelching chasm to scrape your sensitive spots to evoke your screams to be taken from his mouth.

Gojo then snaps his hips into you at an unsteady tempo, the rhythm too fast to comprehend and catch yourself. The rough hits of his dick so harsh and sporadic, and your mewls are muffled by his kisses. Your hands go to his back, preparing yourself for the climax that rushes back to you for the fifth time that night.

Oh, fuck, oh my fucking God! And it hits you like a slap to the face; your exhausted body trembles for yet another crescendo to crash over you. Your legs come around to Gojo’s waist to hold on. And Gojo’s not too far from orgasming on his own; the fluttering contractions of your cunt force him to give in and spill into you once again, groaning into your wet and puffy lips.

The two of you embrace the jolts of your bodies in union, your lips glued to his as he kisses you through it all. And he drops his sweaty body on yours, the heat between you two sticking to your skins from the contact. A hand comes to the top of your head, caressing and massaging your scalp to further your relaxed state.

Gojo breaks the kiss with a soft sound, and a string of saliva sticks to you two until it’s broken apart from his ascent. He chortles, using a thumb to wipe your mouth from spit. “Well, did I make my point?”

You send him a tired glare, sighing heavily while your finger traces his back. “More than enough, Satoru.”

He beams, the dimples returning to blind you. “Good! Because I was thinking of going for another round—“

Your lips quiver with dread at the words, grabbing for a pillow and instantly hitting him in the head with it, not caring about him exclaiming in pain from the impact.

“Hurry up and get off me, you drunk, horny bastard!!”

But one thing was definite; it wasn’t the alcohol that Gojo was drunk on — it was you.

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sonarspace · 6 months

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love sick king, sukuna

wc: 1.6k content: soft sukuna. just sukuna being in love. and slight nsfw. not proofread as usual. a/n: thinking of sukuna and how over in his head he would be when you first start dating cause you mean so much to him and he just wants to get it right.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

your first kiss. lips soft against his. he can taste the cherry chapstick when his tongue lulls out over your lips asking to be let in. a soft groan eliciting from him at the touch of your tongues. but he doesn’t push you further. he pulls back, eyes dilated. “we should stop..” he whispers. his thumb caressing your swollen lips. “okay. goodnight,” you chirp opening the door to your room and slipping in.

he walks back to his room. only thought in his head was your lips. he spends his night thinking about the kiss. wondering if you were too.

he steals glances when you serve him and his men dinner. not that you did this very often, only when you wanted to see him be a love sick puppy. he asks you to bring him the bread plate. “can i get some bread rolls, please?” he asks looking your way. his politeness while speaking to you doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the table. usually he would command not ask. they silently smirk at seeing him behave this way. their king had fallen in love.

his fingers lightly touch yours. electricity coursing through both your bodies. a blush creeps on his face as he grabs the bread roll from your hands. cute. you think to yourself. you could tease him about this later. “sukuna?” a voice brings up out of the trance. lost in your touch. lost in your eyes.

you move back to the kitchen. giddy. he comes after a while. “hey,” his voice gains your attention. you quickly move over to him. your arms move around his neck as his take their rest on your waist. “hi,” you smile.

both of you waiting for the other to make the first move. waiting to be kissed. you both hold eye contact. having a whole conversation without saying anything. you kiss him on the cheek and pull away “gotta clean up my king.” his heart skips a beat whenever you refer to him as your king. he wanted to be yours forever.

no advances are made by the either for you for the rest of the week. keeping your distances from each other. a knock comes at your door in the morning. sukuna stands outside your door. fiddling with his fingers — nervous with anticipation.

you open the door, half asleep. the early morning sun shining through the curtains lightening your frame. dressed in a skimpy white night gown, the robe loosely tied around. “sukuna,” you whisper sleep lacing your voice. “did you need something?” you ask with your head lulled to the side.

“um—” unable to form a coherent sentence at a upon seeing your morning look. your puffy eyes. slumped body. he wants to hold you in his arms. he wishes he could wake up to you every day. how much better his day would be if you were by his side. “sukuna,” you stretch the vowel trying to bring him back to you.

he clears his throat. “yes um, just wanted to ask you something.” can i kiss you? can you call me yours? will you be my girlfriend? marry me? he shakes his head as if the thoughts would clear but they stay lingering in the back of his mind when he asks you “will you go on a date with me?”

“took you long enough but yes i’d love to,” you smile at him. “perfect. i’ll pick you up at 7,” he returns your smile. it tugs at your heart. he should smile more often you think to yourself. a new goal to keep him smiling. “okay sweet cheeks. see you then.” he raises his eyebrows at the nickname. “now.. let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he warns jokingly. “too late,” you wink at him.

as promised sukuna’s outside your door at 7. an array of flowers in a bouquet in his hand. he knocks lightly. “come in!” you yell from inside. “it’s sukuna,” he replies back. in case you were expecting someone else. “i know. come in. i need your help.” he closes the door behind him, “in here,” you call out from the closet. he drops the bouquet on your coffee table and makes his way to you.

“close your eyes,” you yelp when you see him approaching. “but you just told me to come in?” he retorts. “i know but keep your eyes closed.” you walk over to where he’s standing and grab his hands. he hold his breath. “can you help me zip up this dress without looking?” you ask. “sure can,” he smirks. “you’re dirty,” you pout. “aw now no need to pout.” he catches you off guard. he just knew you too well. “i never claimed otherwise. now turn around.”

you put his hands on your shoulders and turn around. he can feel the material under his hands. “go ahead,” you whisper trying to hide how bad his touch was getting to you. he feels for the zip under his fingers. slowly moving over the straps and then to your bare skin. he inhales deeply at the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. soft and smooth. just how he imagined it. his hands make their way to the middle of your back. a small metal like piece comes in his grasp and he pulls it up, slowly. trying to savor the moment you let him this close to you.

“thank you. now keep your eyes closed and walk back outside and wait for me.” you order him and he abides. who would’ve the thought the king would be so love sick he would be taking orders. definitely not him. he smiles at the thought. happy to do anything you asked of him. soon after he leaves you follow him out to the hallway.

you’re dressed in a sheer black dress with lace flowers dotting it. hugging your body just the way he wishes to. unable to control himself he lets out a whistle at which you laugh and give him a twirl “do you like?” you ask him. “yes,” he grabs your waist mid twirl and pulls you in. shorter than him even with heels you look up at him with a big smile. he holds back from kissing and instead hands you the colorful bouquet “for you, my lady”.

still in the palace you step outside to his grand garden. he brings you to an area filled with different array of roses. the sun bidding its farewell to the sky and shining a perfect shade of gold made it look like a scene out of the movie. a stone table with stone benches on either side under the white pillars welcomed you.

breathtaking. that’s what you looked like he thinks. if that word was a person, it would be you. his hand grasps yours as you make conversation about everything and nothing. leftover dessert lingers on the side of your lip. his finger comes up to wipe it away. he thinks about pulling you in and kissing you. and you wait for it to come but it doesn’t. you both walk hand in hand. you looking up at the stars and talking about different constellations as he guides you through the garden and back into the house. he loves how excited you sound so he listens to every word you say carefully. he walks you to your room like always. and like last time you expect him to kiss you goodbye but he doesn’t. instead he kisses you on the cheek.

he wanted you to be the one to initiate the kiss. to confirm that you felt the same way he did but when you don’t he leaves you with a quick peck on the cheek.

he sighs when he reaches his bedroom. wondering if what you felt for each other was mutual. he lets his head fall back to the door muffling the sound of your knock. you wait for him patiently. maybe he didn’t want to see you, you thought.

but you’d regret it if you didn’t at least try. so you knock once more and almost instantly he opens the door. still dressed in the same clothes. you move in quickly. your hands grab his face and pull him down for a deep kiss. he moans into the kiss, shutting the door behind you.

his hands move under your thighs and your legs wrap around him like they were made to always keep him in your hold. he falls with you on the bed. he pulls back for a moment, quickly getting rid of anything that would halt either of your movements.

your walls are snug around him as he pushes in. you fit together perfectly. the way a key fits a lock. hard to choose between going fast and feeling good or going slow and savoring the moment, he chooses the latter.

he wishes he could stay in this moment forever. your sweet voice calling out his name in a fervor of pleasure. your eyes threatening to close “keep your eyes on me, doll,” he huffs. soon he brings you both to a state of ecstasy. you let go with a deep moan of his name “sukuna, oh fuck”. and he follows suit. painting your walls white. panting your name. his head falls to your neck. both of you breathing heavily. your fingers tangle into his pink locks as he leaves kisses behind your ear, on your neck, over your collarbone.

“sleep with me tonight,” he tells you and you nod an okay. “too tired to move, anyway.” you say making him chuckle. he cleans you up and pulls you in his arms. “i love you”, he whispers into your hair when he’s sure you’re asleep. he hopes you’re dreaming of him. dreaming of a life with him. just as he does.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n pt. 2: had a half mind to end this over him not hearing you knock and keeping it angsty. but i’m nice :)

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oriax · 2 years

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ough. the fucking groceries again.

#i COULD wait and itd be just fine #but im kinda vibing w fruit and bread dinner so i gotta go get the fruit and bread #and like. yeah i should get some staples.#but also i only want to go bc i have a craving for fucking cookie dough #and i KNOW as soon as i have any itll make me feel sick but that doesnt stop the craving

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beah388love · 1 month

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Two in one…

Full Masterlist Lando Norris Masterlist

Pairing: lando norris x fem!pregnant!reader

Summary: You and lando find out your pregnant with….twins!

Warnings: pregnancy, twins, swearing, bad language, fainting, heatstroke!!! (Please tell me if I missed anything?!!!)

You woke up to lando’s hand in your hair, playing with it and without you knowing he accidentally made some knots but he tried his hardest to undo them as best he could. “Good mornin’ baby” he said softly giving you a kiss on the temple, he still had his morning voice that made your heart flutter “Morning” you mumbled into your pillow and you made an annoyed noise when he stopped playing with your hair making him laugh “s’ not funny” you huffed into the pillow and he couldn’t help but laugh as he ran his fingers back into your hair, playing with it softly “I’m sorry for laughing beautiful” Lando said jokingly making you giggle into your pillow.

“C’mon baby we have to get up” lando sighed as he leaned over on top of you and gave you a kiss on the nose “fineeeeeee” you huffed as you got up with him.

You was in the middle of getting dressed, only having your bottoms on and no Bra, lando smirked when he saw you and quietly walked behind you wrapping his arms around you making you jump “lando! Don’t do that! You could’ve given me a heart attack!” You laughed making him grin, he cheekily sneaked his hands up to your boobs and held them in each of his hands, squeezing them until he heard you yelp and wince making him instantly remove his hands “baby? You okay? Did I hurt you? Did I squeeze them too hard?” He asked you worried and the last question made you laugh a little “no baby you didn’t squeeze them too hard they’ve just been really sensitive lately..it’s probably because my periods due” you said with a huff at the end of your sentence, “want me to massage em?” Lando smirked wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you into him making you squeal a laugh “Lando Norris!” You giggled playfully slapping his hands away as you began to get dressed again clipping your bra lando gasped “don’t put that on. my boobs have gotta breathe” you laughed and rolled your eyes “they are not your boobs, and they can breathe just fine” you said not being able to hold back your smile as you pulled your top over your head.

Lando grabbed the bread and put it into the toaster as you walked by him “want the usual?” Lando asked you expecting your usual answer you always gave “Duh! I want my jam toast!” But he was taken back when you said “mhm…can I have just butter please?” You asked and he looked at you waiting to see if you was joking but you didn’t laugh or crack a cheeky smile, “uh yeah of course baby…” Lando said furrowing his brows as he placed the bread into the toaster after taking the other two pieces out, that’s weird he thought.

“Okay I’ll see you later baby” Lando said as he planted a soft kiss on your head making you smile “alright I love you” you said and he had a massive grin he couldn’t contain “I love you too” he said back giving you another kiss on the lips after a minute or two you smiled into the kiss “lan baby you’ve gotta go” you said and he groaned “I know..okay I’m going! I love you!” He smiled and you giggled “okay! I love you too” you said back with a smile.

When the door shut you sighed out a breath and thought about how to make the time pass, and you decided on watching tv and eating snacks all day would do the job.

You was halfway into the film and felt a wave of nausea hit you and you shut your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, you threw up into the toilet and tried to hold your hair back as best you could, “that serves me right for eating three packs of crisps and two chocolate bars….” You muttered to yourself as you cleaned your face and grabbed a water to get rid of the awful and disgusting after taste in your mouth.

“Babe! I’m back!” Lando said loudly as he threw his shoes off and ran to the living room where he heard the tv playing, assuming you were there and he was correct, “baby I wa-“ he cut himself off when he saw you passed out on the sofa making him smile, he sat down next to you and cuddle up to you for awhile, *It’s 2 o’clock, she never has naps at this time* that’s also weird he thought to himself

After a while lando got up and made some lunch for the both of you, he made your favourite and he had the same but with things you didn’t like since you were quite picky… “perfect.” Lando smiled as he looked down at his two amazing dishes he created, “now I’ve just got to wake up my lovely demon of a girlfriend.” He said to himself as he walked with the two plates setting them down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

“Baby? Babe? Babyyyy? Babeeeeee?” Lando said louder each time as he shook and poked you and kissed you trying to make you wake up, but after a couple minutes he couldn’t help it “BABE” he shouted and you jumped up, panicked “what?! What happened?!” You asked him worried and he bit back a laugh “nothing, I made you lunch” he grinned annoying you so you playfully hit him on the chest making him laugh, “what is it?” You asked as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Your favourite…” he smirked as he looked at you waiting for you to gasp excitedly like always and do your little wiggle of excitement but you didn’t.

“Oh thank you baby” you smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek “you okay?” Lando asked you and you nodded, except you wasn’t. You literally couldn’t think of anything worse then y/f/lunch. Just looking at it made you want to gag.

“I’m okay I’m just not that hungry…” you said as you laid back down but instead of snuggling into your blanket you snuggled into his side making him smile, but his worries didn’t go, “you sure your okay? You never say no to y/f/lunch?” He asked you again and you hummed into his side “m’fine” you said into his hoodie so it was a little slurred but he heard you and he pretended to shrug it off but he didn’t.

He found it very very weird.

Not that long later you woke up realising you and lando must’ve fell asleep on the sofa after lunch, and you was starving. And your feet hurt so bad they felt swollen.

“Lan? Lando? Baby?” You said poking him on the arm and he groaned into his pillow “mh? What?” He asked “can we go to the shop?” You asked and he looked at you confused “babe it’s nine o’clock?” He said confused and tired as he looked at his watch, “I know but I’m hungry…” you said looking down at your hands “we have food, want me to make you something baby?” He asked you but you shook your head “I want…I want ice cream..mint chocolate” you said and he was so confused he thought he was dreaming “can’t we get some tomorrow?” He asked you and you shook your head “no I want it now, it’s the only thing I want please. Please?” You said and he couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

“Alright fine, c’mon let’s go” Lando said as he grabbed his car keys and your fluffy slippers.

“Baby are you sure you’re okay?” Lando asked you, his hand on your thigh as he drove you to the closest ice cream shop that was open at this time of night.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You said as you played with one of his fingers to occupy your boredom. Lando finally decided to shrug it off and just focused on getting you your ice cream.

“Thank you” Lando said as he took the ice creams off the worker, you got your mint chocolate chip and lando got the same as you, “here you go baby” Lando said as he handed you your ice cream, making sure it doesn’t fall or drip onto you.

You didn’t know what was wrong with you but when lando held his in his hand as he drove it just looked so good and so yummy- “baby…” you said and he looked over at you briefly trying to make sure he doesn’t crash “yeah?” He said “can we swap?” You asked and he looked at you for a moment before nodding and handing you his ice cream, taking yours into his hand “better?” He asked you with a grin as he watched you nod happily.

“I’m sorry for making you get up late to get me ice cream…thank you” you said and he smiled “your worth it baby, id do it whenever you want.” He smiled as he placed his hand back onto your thigh after he finished his ice cream.

The next day you realised you missed your period by a week and instead of it being in a week you were actually a week late. And your immediate thought was, am I pregnant?

So you did the first thing that came to mind, you waited until lando left to go to another interview and went to the shop to buy a pregnancy test. Before lando left though you sneakily stole some money to pay for the more expensive tests so it would be accurate. Just to be sure.

-meanwhile-

After the interview ended lando and Oscar grabbed some food and lando couldn’t help but ask oscar for advice.

“I don’t know..she’s just been acting so strange?” Lando said to Oscar, “what do you mean?”

“I don’t know…for starters she won’t eat her favourite foods and that has never happened before. And she made me buy ice cream at like nine o’clock last night randomly…she’s been sleeping a lot and she’s just been so strange? I don’t know maybe-“ Lando rambled on but Oscar couldn’t hide his grin.

“What?” Lando asked

“Mh?” Oscar said still trying to bite back his grin.

“Why are you smiling?” Lando asked confused

“Nothing.” Oscar said and walked away quickly before lando could stop him.

You stood over the sink above the test waiting and waiting. You counted the minutes in your head and turned the test over and it showed “3-4 weeks along” you didn’t even gasp, your jaw just dropped. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest and leave you.

“Oh my fucking god. Ah!!! I’m pregnant!!! I’m pregnant!! Oh my god!!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper.

“How do I tell lan…”

A couple days go by and you kept the test and hid it behind your old clothes in a box.

You wanted to be with him alone and surprise him, you knew he would be over the moon he always tells you how much he loves you and wants to have a family with you.

“Okay calm down. Calm down. Calm down.” You repeated to yourself.

You picked the perfect day, lando had gone out for the day to play golf. Whilst you grabbed a bag you bought and placed the pregnancy test inside in a smaller box and a note. You wrote inside: My one and only baby but not for long…

-meanwhile-

“She’s been acting so weird still…I’m scared she’s cheating on me.” Lando admitted to Oscar and he was taken back.

“What?!” Oscar said and lando sighed

“I don’t know..I just- she’s been so quiet and distant and I don’t know what to do..what if- oh I don’t know osc.” Lando huffed as he played with his golf club trying to distract himself.

When you heard the front door open and shut you nearly threw up.

“Hey baby…” Lando said as he took his shoes off,

“Hey baby..” you said trying to calm your breathing.

“I uh- I have something for you.” You said as you lead him Into the kitchen, grabbing his hand gently but firm. Lando looked at you confused but followed you.

You stood behind the bag on the counter and lando looked at it suspiciously.

“What is it?” He asked smiling hesitantly, “Open it!” You said eagerly and he grinned “open the note first!” You said and he nodded as he took the note out and read it “ My one and only baby but not for long…” Lando read, what the fuck?! He was right. You was breaking up with him. Even after he gave you a promise ring.

Lando looked at you so confused. And quickly opened the box and was met with a pregnancy test. Positive.

“Wait- wait?! Your- you’re pregnant?!” Lando asked you staring at you as deep as anyone has ever done and you nodded biting on your lip anxiously.

Lando sprinted over to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug ever literally. You could hear his whimpers and his tears falling onto your shoulder, “I love you so so so much- I- I love you so much” Lando said into your neck as he hugged you for ages and you didn’t mind one bit.

“I love you too lan.” You smiled “I- t-thought you was cheating on me” lando said and you physically paused. “What?!” You said and he laughed “it’s nothing I’m just a fucking idiot baby…I can’t believe you’re pregnant oh my god I love you so much- we’re going to be parents.” Lando said with the biggest smile he’s ever had, he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist and he carried you to the sofa and you laid there cuddling for the entire rest of the day.

“We can’t tell anyone until at least 14 weeks.” You said and he nodded.

“I can’t believe it, I’m so fucking happy- I love you y’know that” lando said for the umpteenth time making you giggle “I know lan I love you too” you smiled.

“This explains all your mood swings recently and your ice cream cravings” Lando said and you nodded “and my swollen feet” you groaned as you rested your head on landos chest.

Your first ultrasound was today and you couldn’t contain your excitement or anxiety, neither could lando. He was holding your hand the entire day, and fidgeting with your finger/his shirt/his hands/his trousers/ his shoelaces literally anything and when you went in and they put the cold gel onto your stomach, and you saw the screen you both fell in love.

Until…The lady smiled and said “oh my gosh I can’t believe this. This is my first.” She smiled and you smiled too “really? Were your first couple?” You asked and she looked at you confused “oh no I mean this is my first time doing an ultrasound for twins!” She exclaimed and you and lando both looked at each other instantly.

“What?” You both said at the same time.

“You’re having twins..did you not know?” She asked and you shook your head. “No?! Oh my god lan we’re having twins” you said looking at him and he looked like his jaw was still open.

“We’re having twins? Two babies?” He repeated and you nodded smiling and that’s when he kissed your head and hugged you as tight as he could “oh my god we’re having twins-“ he said and you nodded making the lady laugh.

Lando had been so over protective for the next couple months, you guys were trying your absolute hardest to keep your pregnancy a secret until 18 weeks, hitting landos hands off when they trailed onto your forming bump.

Or when you would have to try and hide the fact you was peeing nearly the whole day. “Where’s y/n gone? The bathroom? Again?” Max asked and lando widened his eyes and shrugged “oh no- she just needed to uh- fix her makeup” Lando said and max nodded confused, *her makeup looked fine?* max thought to himself but decided to not think too much about it.

You and lando were sat on the sofa cuddling, “okay are you ready?” You asked and he nodded excitedly, but when you didn’t hit post he was confused “are you?” He asked and you paused.

“I don’t know…I’m scared” you said and he was confused “why?” He asked but you didn’t know why.

“Do you think the post is good? What if people aren’t happy? What if I gain loads and loads of weight? What if people think I’m a bad mum-“ you was cut off by lando kissing you deeply on the mouth.

“Calm down baby, I promise you people are going to be happy…we don’t have to care about what people think anyway though, as long as we are happy I don’t care about anything else…okay?” Lando said as he looked down at you and you nodded smiling.

“Okay.” You breathed before looking down at your phone and pressing post.

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ynusername: Two baby Norris’s due in November 🧡💛

User1: OMG AGHHHHHH CONGRATULATIONS YOU TWO

User 2: Congratulations you guys xx

Used 3: Those babies are gonna be loveeddddd

User 4: OMG TWINS?!?! IS THIS FR?!?!

User2: The d must be good.

ynusername:I can confirm.

User11: LMAO

user12: omg STOPP

User13: I knew we could rely on her for the confirmation.

User 5: Wait is this real? Can someone check?

User 4: It’s true!

User 5: omg congratulations you two! Your gonna be great parents

User10: congratulations!

User10: I just reread the caption- TWINS?!

McLaren: congratulations you two! We can’t wait to have not one but two of your little ones running around the paddock

User 6: These babies are already famous and their not even out of the womb yet lmao-

User 7: literally like give em a break they are already asking them names lol

oscarpiatri: I knew it.

landonorris: what r you talking about you already knew?

oscarpiatri: I knew months ago mate.

landonorris: @ynusername DID U TELL HIM?!

Ynusername: no did u?

landonorris: no that’s why I asked u? wait a minute….

lilyzneimer: oh my god you guys congratulations! I can’t wait to get cuddles - Oscar also said he can’t wait lol - p.s I messaged u

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User8: I can’t wait for the pics

User9: same her pics are always so aesthetic.

“How did you know?” Lando asked Oscar as he caught up with him, Oscar laughed making lando roll his eyes.

“No seriously how did you know?” Lando asked putting a hand to Oscar’s chest eager to find the answer.

“Remember a couple weeks ago you was telling me y/n was distant, had cravings? Mood swings? swollen feet? Was tired? And you thought she was cheating” Oscar said hinting to lando but lando was clueless “what am I missing something?” Lando said and Oscar couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidness.

“That’s literally like all the early symptoms of pregnancy lando.” Oscar said and lando was quiet “really?” Lando asked and Oscar nodded.

“Yes. Really.”

“Well at least she wasn’t cheating on me” lando laughed and Oscar rolled his eyes playfully not being able to contain his laugh at landos stupidness.

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ynusername: Me and Lando getting some ‘parenting experience’ after looking after my adorable nephew!

User 1: omg they are going to be the best parents everrrrrr

User 2: Ikr like I acc can’t believe their having twinss

User 3: wait they’re having twins?!

User 2: YES omg did u not know?!

User 3: UH NO?! Omg im so happy for them!!!!! AGHHH!!!

oscarpiatri: Your gonna be such a good mum y/n!

ynusername: aw thank u osc

landonorris: what abt me?!

oscarpiatri: what abt you?

landonorris: rude.

mclaren: good luck looking after three kids y/n!

ynusername: thanks I’ll need it…

landonorris: how dare u. I am not a child.

Maxverstappen1: yes u are.

Carlossaintz: yes u are.

Oscarpiatri: yes u are

Lewishamiton: yes u are

User 4: why isn’t y/n wearing her promise ring?!!!!

User 5: OMG! I didn’t even notice! I swear to god if they break up-

User 6: you guys jump to conclusions so quick she literally said that her fingers are too swollen to wear it.

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User 5: oh yeah that would make sense

You sat in the garage and covered your ears when they pressed something that made the loudest and most awful screech you’d ever heard. You jumped and hissed at the pain in your ears.

One of the men looked over to you worried “you okay?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. You looked around for your water bottle but realised you left it in the car and lando had the keys.

You was now around 24 weeks along with your pregnancy and you was already huge. Your bump was pulling your shirt up a little showing your belly a smidge, your back aches like hell and you now had the ‘pregnancy walk’ which lando absolutely loved but you did not. He’d watch you walk to grab something and giggle to himself making you look over and glare at him “it’s not funny lan! I can’t even bend down!” You complained and he pouted feeling bad for you. “I’m sorry….you just look so cute and pretty and beautiful and-“ he cut himself off as he walked over to you and gave you a kiss making you grin.

“Landoooooo”

“Whaaaatttttttt” he said imitating your voice.

“Can I have another ice lolly?” You asked looking up at him with a cheeky grin and he smirked “another one?! You’re gonna turn into an ice cube!” He half joked as he went to go grab you another.

You walked to the paddock and sat down leaning on the wall too tired to stand. “Y/n?” Oscar said confused “you alright?” He asked and you nodded trying to stand up but obviously struggling.

“Here let me help yo-“ Oscar walked over to you but you stopped him “no I can do it myself.” You huffed no meaning to be mean which he knew, he knew you were just stubborn.

But you didn’t succeed and in the end took his hand reluctantly “landos been looking for you, he’s been bugging me for ten minutes straight ‘where’s y/n?’ ‘Is she okay?’ “ Oscar imitated him making you laugh.

Oscar took you to lando and he visibly brightened “baby” he smiled as he jogged over to you instinctively resting his hand on your bump.

“Thanks osc.” You smiled and he nodded with a smile before walking away “oh uh- are you guys up for tomorrow?” Oscar asked before leaving and you both nodded.

Oscar and Lily asked if you wanted to have a mini golf night for some random fun and you agreed but things didn’t go straight to plan…

“They’ve been kicking me left right and centre.” You sighed with a tired smile “give your mum a rest boys.” Lando said to your bump with a grin.

You smiled at him wiping the sweat from your forehead, “you okay?” He asked you and you nodded. “You sure it’s really hot today?” Lando said looking at you worriedly but you assured him you was completely fine.

“Okay then…I’ve gotta go back out there so I’ll see you in a bit yeah?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. “Okay baby, good luck I love you!” You said as he held you hand tightly not wanting to leave you.

“I love you too all three of you.” He smiled and kissed you and your bump afterwards before walking away sending glances at you whilst doing so making you giggle.

You waddled over to Lily and stood next to her “y/n! There you are! I’ve been wanting to talk to you” she smiled and you smiled back as she carried on talking about a movie that was coming out soon that she wanted to watch with you.

You tried to listen to her but you couldn’t..every time you tried to focus on her words it sounded slurred.

Your mouth was dry and it hurt to talk and you was so hot and sweaty. “Uh Lily I don’t feel good…” you said your voice raspy. Lily looked at you worriedly “y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay?!” She asked in a panic as your blinks became slower.

“Y/n?!” She said terrified when you fainted and hit the ground.

“Fuck! somebody help! Oh my god!” She screamed for someone as she threw her drink on the floor to try to help you.

Lando felt a tinge of anxiety in his heart and he didn’t know why, it wasn’t normal. Something was wrong.

“Will is everything okay?” Lando said and will assured him all the levels and everything was alright.

Lando didn’t want to ask but he did. “Is y/n okay? Can you make sure she drinks some water.” Lando said quickly and will huffed.

“Lando she’s fine just focus-“

“Will. Ask her to drink some water please” lando cut him off and will sighed “okay I will lando.” He said before calling to get someone to bring you to him.

“Uh- will y/n is with the medics.”

“What?!” Will said to the boy “she fainted and is currently getting checked by the doctors” he explained and will swore to himself.

“Alright lando- I uh- I was just informed that- uh-“ lando grew worried he could hear it in wills voice that something wasn’t right.

“Will tell me what’s wrong!” Lando said panicked and will tried to calm him down but lando snapped “tell me” lando said as he put his foot on the pedal and overtook Hamilton.

“I was just informed that y/n fainted” will said and lando went quiet.

“Lando?”

“Land-“

“Is she okay?” Lando asked worried and will took in a breath.

“Can you find out if y/n is okay and give me updates immediately” will said and the boy nodded before leaving to go talk to the doctors.

Lando couldn’t help but think about what could’ve happened. He didn’t know anything and he couldn’t because he’s currently going 200mph in a formula 1 car and trying to get p1 and some many thoughts raced through his head and he panicked. Will you be okay? What could be wrong with you? What made you faint?

“Fuck she got heatstroke.” Lando said when the realisation hit him.

Wills brows knotted “lando what are you talking about?”

“She’s got heatstroke.” Lando repeated as he turned on a corner.

“Lando we need to focus on the race okay? I can assure you-“ will was cut off by the boy running bad in “she’s okay! Y/ns okay” he said out of breath and will sighed in relief.

“She’s okay lando! Y/n is okay I just got confirmation, She’s perfectly fine.” Will said and lando felt his whole body relax.

“Thank fuck.” Lando muttered to himself.

“Alright lando now we need to focus”

You woke up in the medic room and a worried Lily above you holding your hand so tight you thought it was going to fall off

“Lily? What happened?” You groaned as you felt your headache.

“You fainted! The doctors said you had heatstroke and that’s why you fainted- here have my water! They told me you need to drink! Oh and-“ lily handed you her drink worriedly and you smiled taking it from her and downing it.

“Are the babies okay?!” You asked panicked and she nodded holding your hand “yes they are completely fine! They said that luckily it’s not too bad to affect them just you.” She said and you nodded in relief.

“I feel so hot.” You said wiping the sweat off your forehead again.

“Yeah they said you would..they gave me these ice packs for you though!” She said as she grabbed them from her bag and you took them placing one on your head and one on your chest.

“You okay?” She asked and you nodded with a smile as you sighed in relief. The cold ice packs calming your burning skin you could’ve sworn you heard the ice pack sizzle when it touched you.

“Does lando know?” You asked and she nodded tucking her lip in awkwardly. You both knew lando would be worried. He’s very overprotective.

And you knew lando. You knew he would blame himself.

“He’s gonna be so worried…” you said and she nodded also being scared of how he was going to be after the race finished.

You stood up and Lily scrunched her face confused “what on Earth are you doing?!” She asked and you huffed as you shuffled off of the bed.

“I’m watching my boyfriend race.” You said demandingly “y/n you need to rest!” She said and you nodded.

“I will. Whilst I watch him race. I know my body Lily I’ll be okay for a couple minutes” You reassured her and stood up with a huff before walking to the closest big screen tv that played the race and you quickly laid down on a red sofa that was directly across the tv screen.

“C’mon lando! You can do it! He’s three seconds behind you! Jus-“ will spoke to lando through the radio and lando focused hard not thinking about the race he was thinking about you.

The quicker he wins the quicker he gets to you.

He hit the pedal and drove as fast as he could at the best pace he could and hit his head back in relief when he went past the finish line.

“You did it lando! You won! You did it P1!” Will cheered but lando didn’t smile, he didn’t cheer.

He drove quickly to the garage and got out of the car before doing checks, he ran past media, ran past will, ran past his teammates and ran straight to the medic room.

“Where is she?!” Lando shouted in panic and the doctor knew what was happening “calm dow-“

“I am calm! Just tell me where she is?!” He said and the doctor nodded “she’s watching the tv in the hallway” the doctor said and lando ran as fast as he could to the hallway to be met with you lying on the red sofa with an ice pack on your head cheering with Lily when you saw he had won.

Lando didn’t even say anything he sprinted to you and wrapped his arms around you burying his head into your neck.

“Your okay. Your okay” lando mumbled out of breath,sweaty, his face indented with the lines from his helmet.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! I’m okay baby! I’m okay” you repeated to him hugging him tightly as he broke down in your arms.

Lily had gone over to Oscar to give you some space and to cheer with him for also getting P3

“Sh Sh…im okay lan…Baby im okay…the boys are okay…we’re all okay…” you comforted him as he cried in your arms.

“I- I thought- you- fuck. I-“ he stammered and you felt so bad as so much was happening at once for him.

“Lando listen to me” you said sitting up and looking at him holding his hands.

“I’m. okay. The. boys. are. okay. The media can wait.” You said to him slowly and softly and he nodded wiping his face and taking deep breaths.

“What happened?” He asked you and you sighed “I got heatstroke. But I’ve drank lots of water and have ice packs.” You reassured him and he sighed.

“I knew it.” He said and you was so confused.

“I knew when you was sweating and you hadn’t drunk any water- and I should’ve- I could’ve-“ lando rambled about how he could’ve stopped this from happening but you shook your head with a smile.

“It is not your fault lando. Do not say that.” You said sternly to him and he huffed.

“Fuck I love you so much.” He said hugging you again and holding your bump in his arms.

“Fuck I just realised I ran past everyone.” Lando swore squinting his eyes realising he now has to face media and explain what happened.

“Lando it’s okay. They’ll understand. After all I’m too amazing not to worry about-“ you joked making him laugh out of breath still.

“Shut up” he laughed and you grinned as you kissed him on the cheek.

“You ready?” You asked and he nodded as you both got up to face the media and all his teammates.

“We uh- saw you ran past everyone as soon as you got out your car?” The interviewer asked and lando nodded as he scratched his forehead.

“Yeah I uh- my girlfriend y/n she fainted and as some of you may know we’re having twins and it was just a whole situation but she’s okay and the babies are okay and everything’s fine ” lando explained with a smile at the end.

“Oh yes! Congratulations by the way! Thank god everything’s okay…so…how does it feel to win P1?!” The interviewer asked and he smiled “it feels amazing. I mean I’m so grateful I have my girlfriend here and I would honestly say she is the reason I won and not because of her being here with me everyday of my life. But at the end there I didn’t even care about the race I just wanted to make sure she was okay and get out as fast as I could” lando admitted with a flustered smile making the interviewer smile too.

The interview went on along with several others and him cheering with his teammates, weighing etc. until eventually he was allowed to go.

He jogged over to you and hugged you from behind making you giggle.

“Is that my amazing, handsome winner?” You asked with a grin making him smirk as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why yes it is.” He smiled

“You know you scared the actual fuck out of me today.” Lando said and you frowned. “I’m sorry..” you said and he breathed out “don’t be it’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. I’m just glad you’re all okay.” Lando said and you smiled as he played with your hair.

“We’re not playing mini golf with Oscar and Lily by the way…the doctors advised me to take it easy” you said and lando nodded not giving a shit about mini golf, just you and the boys.

“I love you so much y/n” lando said turning you around and leaned into you and you smiled as you snuggled into him.

“I love you too lando.” You kissed his chest and nuzzled your face into it sighing in comfort.

The boys kicked at the same time. And lando felt it smiling to himself. This was one of his favourite moments.

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ynusername: So proud of my winner even if I scared him to death half way through the race….hehe 🧡💛 p.s thank lando for this picture of me

landonorris: Love you too even though you give me a heart attack twice a day

Oscarpiatri: and me☝🏻

Lilyzneimer: I can also relate lol - i am still recovering☝🏻

User1: I was literally so confused when I saw lando sprint out of his car when they showed he won lol I was like 👀

User2: omg same I was so confused-

User3: he looked terrified-

User4: wait what happened?

User3: y/n (landos gf) fainted whilst he was racing

User5: Did y’all hear the radio recordings?!

User6: he was so worried (best bf ever)

User7: you could hear how scared he was

LewisHamilton: glad you and the babies are okay 👍🏻

Maxverstappen1: well deserved 🙌🏻 happy that you’re okay after you gave us all a heart attack!

User8: are we not gonna talk about how she’s GLOWING?!

User9: she’s so naturally pretty.

User10: she is soo pretty - I looked awful when I was pregnant lol I was so swollen

You didn’t realise how much being pregnant would affect your daily life and you called it 15 reasons. Which made lando laugh obviously.

1. You shoes and socks. You would be a breathless, sweaty panting hot mess every single time. In the end you’d have to ask lando for help, “lan!” You screamed and he came running up the stairs worried “what’s wrong?!” He asked worried and you huffed annoyed “‘I can’t put my socks and shoes on.”

Lando smiled as he knelt down in front of you and held your foot putting your socks on and then grabbed your shoes gently putting them on too and tying them as tight as he could “lando! My feet need to breathe yknow..” you half joked and he grinned “I don’t want you tripping on your laces” he said and you rolled your eyes playfully. “So over protective.” You teased “I am not” “Are.” “Am not” “are.” You both bickered jokingly for the next ten minutes.

2. cravings… this was one of the worst because it happened at the worst times. In the middle of the night you’d wake up and groan because all you could think about was subway “lan..lando..baby” you poked lando and he moaned turning around “what is it?” He asked voice raspy. “I’m craving again..” you said and he sighed tiredly “really? Right now” he asked and you nodded, he smiled at you and tiredly got up and put some clothes on.

“What’re you craving? Subway?” He asked and smirked when you nodded “alright..I’ll be back in a bit..love you” he said giving you a kiss on the head before leaving, coming back with subway, the smell making you jump up and run over to him happily “thank you thank you thank you! Baby” you smiled and he laughed as he handed you the bag.

3. Cant sleep or cuddle properly… this was also not a favourite. Whenever you would snuggle up next to lando your bump would be in the way, you missed being able to sleep on your front, you’d have to sleep on your side with you hand under your bump to lean it on. “Lan this is so uncomfortable” you complained as you laid on your back “ I feel like a vampire” you huffed and he grinned before cuddling you which made it a little better but you still wasnt totally comfortable, you squirmed and instead got up and laid sideways, landos arms wrapped around you. “Comfy?” He asked and you nodded with a content sigh.

4. Missing landos hugs…you also missed being able to hug lando properly, once your bump got bigger you could only hug him sideways or him hugging you from behind, because your bump would stop him from being able to hug you properly. Which also made you upset and cry. “Sh Sh..Baby please dont cry..” lando said stroking your hair “I just miss hugging you” you cried and he sighed feeling bad for you but couldn’t help grinning a little at your mood swings.

5. Swollen feet and fingers. This is what brought up all the speculations of you and lando splitting up, because your fingers got too fat for your promise ring. “I told you they would notice.” You said and lando rolled his eyes “I don’t know how they notice so quickly” lando said confused and you shrugged “I don’t know but I do know my feet hurt” you said and lando chuckled “I’ll get the frozen peas”

6. Stretch marks, you was insecure about your stretch marks at first but lando reassured you that he loved them and actually thought they was beautiful, and that they reminded him of all your guyss memories of you being pregnant. “It reminds me of days like this, so when your not pregnant you’ll always have something to remind us of days like this” lando explained as he played with your hair and you smiled looking up at him as you laid you head on his lap. “I love you lan” you smiled and he blushed “I love you too”

7. Morning sickness.. this did not come in handy when lando had his race weekends, like when you literally had to run to the bathroom to throw your guys up and lando couldn’t find you for hours and everyone ended up looking for you worried, but you was just throwing your guts up. And thankfully lando found you when he heard your familiar throwing up noise and cries. “Oh baby it’s okay…let it out…it’s okay” he said a he held your hair back and rubbed your back softly. Handing you his water bottle afterwards to get the awful aftertaste out your mouth.

8. cant shave….you was okay until the last couple months of your pregnancy….lando heard you yelp in the bathroom and he quickly ran over to the door “y/n?! Baby you okay?! He asked worried as he tried to open the door but it was locked. “Uh- yeah…no I need help..” you said as you tried to look down but all you saw was bump and had no Idea where the razor in your hand was going. “Help with what?” Lando asked and took his hand off the door when he heard you opening it. “I uh- can’t see where I’m shaving….” You said slightly embarrassed but lando didn’t seem phased at all. “Oh I can help..but you may have to lead me a little…” he said and you giggled, you took a breath as you looked at him and he looked so focused which made you laugh a little “please don’t hurt me” you half joked which made him laugh “I would never hurt my favourite meal” lando teased and you gasped a laugh hitting him playfully making him giggle. “Only kidding..only kidding” he grinned holding his hands up defensively before getting to ‘work’ as he called it.

9. heart burn…this is one you despiseddd, you hated the taste it that was left in your mouth afterwards, the feeling of your food coming back up your throat and having to swallow it back down made you feel sick every single time without fail. It was awful. lando felt so bad when you would gag after eating and swallow your food back down immediately grabbing a water to help the aftertaste in your mouth.

10. Loss of breath, this wasn’t so bad but you did sound like you had just finished a marathon after going up it down any amount of steps. Lando would try to hide his giggle from you whenever you stood up and had to take a five second breather. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh I just find it cute! I’m sorry!” He laughed as you walked away angrily. You were just joking but it really did take it out of you. The worst was walking around at races. It took you out and you would knock out as soon as you saw a bed or sofa, or even in the car on the way home.

11. Needing to pee every hour… it got to the point where you had to make sure there was a bathroom nearby when going out, and you was traumatised by the amount of times you owed yourself when somebody made you laugh just a little too hard. Lando laughed with you until you ran to the bathroom making him laugh even harder holding into the wall with tears in his eyes “did you just pee yourself?” He asked breathlessly laughing on the verge of crying and he cried when he heard you laughing in the toilet.

12. pregnancy brain…this was also not one of your favourites because you usually were very organised and not forgetful but however pregnancy brain was a thing. For example…when you forgot Oscar’s name “lan!” You shouted and lando walked out your room and looked over to you “yeah?” “umm…uh y’know thingy…what’s his name…yknow lily’s boyfriend” you asked lando since you had completely forgot his name “Oscar?” Lando asked confused and you nodded “babe did you actually forget Oscar’s name?” lando asked and you looked at eachother for a moment before lando smirked “ I am so telling Oscar!” Lando said running for his phone as you chased him “No you can’t!” You screamed.

13. tiredness and insomnia, your enemy. You would be so so tired yet couldn’t sleep for hours and hours, lando would cuddle you and turn all the lights off to help but nothing would, you’d just have to wait until you literally passed out but you found out that lando rubbing circles on your bump and playing with your hair worked wonders and you would knock out in minutes.

14. clothes not fitting…you didn’t like how you didn’t fit in to your clothes anymore but it gave you an excuse to wear landos clothes so you didn’t complain and neither did he *wink wink*

15. mood swings…last but definitely not least, your mood swings were demonic. Once you said to lando you wanted to go to the shop and you ended up sobbing in his arms in the Flipflop section because you said none of them flipped or flipped right. and lando couldn’t even tease you because you was genuinely so upset, he did however have to comfort you in the middle of the flipflop section whilst people walked past confused. Another memory he will never forget.

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ynusername: we got our 3D scan and omgggg I’m so in love. My beautiful baby boys 🧡💛

User1: awwww they’re so cute cuddling eachother!

User2: I can’t wait for the pictures when their born

User3: neither can I

User4: same

McLaren: already cooped up waiting for their helmets *wink wink*

landonorris: already ordered their mini racing suits.

ynusername: he’s not joking.

Oscarpiatri: they’ve literally not even been born yet.

landonorris: I’m always prepared Oscar.

You woke up with landos hand in your hair making perfect curls with his fingers, twirling your hair and pulling it gently making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

You groaned as you stirred, turning around and snuggling into landos side.

“Alright wish me luck” lando grinned pecking your cheek before walking over to his car and hopping in, glancing at you before putting his helmet on.

You smiled to yourself as you stood next to the track by yourself. You didn’t really want to socialise today and lando knew that so he handed you his headphones that cancel all noise to help calm you since you said you had a headache.

Once he could have a break he got out of the car and spoke to will and Zak and said the car was perfect except some little things that need tweaking but once he could have a break he ran over to you and gently took the headphones off your ears trying his best not to make you jump.

“Is the car good?” You asked and he nodded “yeah it feels great. You okay?” He asked you as he wrapped an arm around you pulling you closer to him and you smiled “yeah I do feel a little dizzy but I’m okay” you said and he nodded “headphones?” He asked and you shook your head giggling.

“No I want to talk to you” you smiled as you held his hand and he smiled ear to ear as he began telling you about the car and what he wants changed until.

You felt something pour down your leg.

Did I just piss myself?

You thought in horror but then it kept going and going. You had stopped walking and lando looked back at you confused on why you stopped and was looking down at the floor until he looked down and saw a massive puddle on the floor.

“Y/n?” He said and you looked up with widened eyes “I think my water just broke.” You admitted a little panic as you had never given birth before and didn’t think you’d have to push two babies out in the next couple hours or days.

Lando quickly got his shit together and grabbed your bags and you, leading you to the car quickly. He had prepared himself for this since you found out you was pregnant. He wanted to help so he put himself in charge of the getting the hospital bag and keeping you calm since he knew you and you had already warned him that you was going to be scared.

“It’s okay baby your okay…I’m here” lando comforted you as he held your hand helping you down the stairs. You went down the steps carefully as you held the railing tightly.

Lando helped you into the car, placing his hoodie under you because of the mess. and you breathed deeply as a contraction hit you.

“Lando I’m scared! I don’t want to give birth in the car” you said and lando couldn’t hide his grin “don’t worry baby you’re not going to give birth in the car. I’ll make sure of it” he smiled as he rested his hand on your thigh.

You sighed in pain trying to relax but failed miserably

“Headphones?” Lando asked and you nodded taking them from him quickly and placing them on your ears, sighing in relief when everything went quiet.

Lando parked outside your house grabbing the hospital bag, some spare clothes for you and the teddies you forgot to pack.

He quickly ran to the car and filled it before getting in and driving to the hospital. You breathed out in pain as another contraction hit and lando squeezed your thigh comfortingly but he knew it didn’t stop your pain. God what he’d do to take the pain away.

Lando parked outside the hospital, helping you out the car and you held onto his hand tightly refusing to let go. he grabbed the hospital bag and held it with one arm as he tried to help you up the stairs.

You waddled to the register and huffed in pain, “she’s in labour” lando spoke for you and the lady smiled “oh follow me sweetie” she smiled as she led you to a room.

Once you got everything sorted, you sat down on the bed cross-legged and threw your headphones off in pain.

Lando shut all the blinds for your headache and walked over to you, sitting behind you and rocked you both.

After the doctors checked your dilation and that you was fully dilated they just left. And you and lando were left alone and that’s when you snapped.

“Lando they’re coming! They’re coming now! I can feel it!” You screamed and lando quickly pressed the button hoping someone would come but they took too long so lando ran out the room and grabbed a man “are you a doctor?!” Lando yelled and the man nodded “c’mon!” Lando yelled as he led him to you.

You pushed as you held landos hand as tight as you could, lando bit his lip in pain, not letting you know you was hurting him.

“You want to cut the cords?” The doctor asked him and lando smiled as he walked over not knowing what he had to do. The doctor helped him cut the cords.

You smiled when the nurse handed you your baby boys, you nuzzled your head on theirs and cried.

Their crying stopped when they were rested on your chest.

“Alfie and Archie my baby boys..” you cried happily when you saw them, lando smiled ear to ear when he saw you.

“You did it baby. I’m so proud of you” lando smiled giving you a kiss on the head.

“Our beautiful boys. Alfie and Archie.” Lando smiled as he rested his head on yours.

The nurse helped you breastfeed them, you and lando changed them into their matching blue onesies.

“Lan…” you said breathlessly and lando looked over to you. “Lay down with me” you said softly, “no y/n you need to rest” lando refused but you grinned tiredly “I know what I need lan…lay down.” You said pulling him down by his arm making him smirk.

He laid down next to you, still keeping an eye on the boys like you asked, whilst you slept next to him.

“I’m a dad” he said to himself grinning like an idiot as he looked at his two sons.

Lando held your hand, comfort for him as he watched all three of you sleep. This was also a core memory of his he would never forget.

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ynusername: our two precious angels are here Alfie and Archie 🧡💛

McLaren: So precious 🧡💛

User1: These babies are gonna be so lovedddd

Oscarpiatri: Can’t wait to meet em you two. Hope you’re all okay. 🧡💛

User2: omg uncle Oscar is a must

User3: OMG YES 🙌🏻 👏🏻

Lilyzneimer: AHH! Oscar just told me to shut up lol I’m so happy for you both! I can’t wait for the snugglesss 🧡💛

User2: uncle Oscar and auntie Lily ahhhhh!!!!

LewisHamilton: happy for you both

Maxverstappen1: their adorable, cant wait to meet them - just messaged you y/n 🧡💛

GeorgeRussell: so happy for you guys - best wishes to you all

Angryginge: not two miniatures of you two! - in all seriousness tho I’m so happy for you both! Hope you recover well y/n! x 🧡💛

User4: LMAO

User5: the streams are gonna be so cuteeeee

Mercedes F1: Ah! So happy for you both hope everyone’s okay! 🧡💛

User6: what’s with all the Orange and yellow hearts?

User7: that’s what I was thinking..maybe it has something to do with McLaren? Idk

User8: I heard it because it’s y/n and landos fav colours but I’m not sure 🤷‍♀️

This is going to become a series so part 2 will be coming soon! Eeeeeek!

Hope you liked it!

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moondirti · 3 months

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soapgaz but kyle gets a girl and johnny doesn’t see how that should stop them.

dubcon. cum eating. cunnilingus. voyeurism. unedited

shows up at their flat on weekends, greasy takeout in hand to weasel his way between the two during their movie night. legs spread, crotch prominently on display — where kyle would’ve once taken advantage of that, he now stares at him with an incredulous expression, ushering to his clearly uncomfortable bird when johnny asks what’s the matter.

opts to stay the night, despite lacking invitation. he can’t be expected to drive back home in this state, can he? (this state being the unaddressed boner). camps out in their one bathroom before they can get ready for bed, chugging one so loudly they’re bound to hear him from the next room. cums all over the underside of the toilet cover and does a poor job of wiping it clean.

watches porn through the night on the telly they have situated in the guest room. him and kyle always had the most fun finding flicks together, their hands down each other’s pants, rating each star to spread themself on screen. johnny’s had his, albeit unsatisfactory, fun today, so the ploy isn’t so much for his pleasure but to lure the other man out of his room.

wakes up so early the sun is barely strung over the horizon, padding out into the kitchen to rummage through their groceries. eats about everything he can get his hands on — cheese, milk, bread, jam — and when she comes out to fix herself breakfast, he’s hovering over her shoulder, telling her to make him one, too.

“gotta learn how tae share, bonnie.” he whines, standing too close to a girl he’s never met before yesterday. you feel his chest mere inches away from your back, the furry lengths of his legs tickling yours. that’s your mistake for wearing shorts when you knew there was a freak in your home.

“alright, alright. bleedin’ christ, dude. just back the fuck off me. i’ll make you an omelette.”

soap shakes his head. at least you think he does, based on the way his uneven breaths fan across your nape. “wasnae what ah was talking aboot.”

your hands hesitate over the oven dial. his smooth down your waist, tugging at the waistband of your pants. “w-what—”

but he shucks them and your panties down before you can force the protest from your throat, sinking to his knees so his nose is level with your cunt. when his rough palms spread over either cheek, you learn to anticipate the way he spreads you apart, exposing your vulnerable holes to his eye. he stuffs his face into your taint, shoulders broadening as he takes a deep whiff.

“can fuckin' reek him in ye, this greedy snatch. cannae save some for th’ rest of us, ay?” he growls, digging an index finger in your still-sore hole. sure enough, it comes back coated in kyle’s spend, pearlescent and a little watered down by your own fluids. you can’t help the whimper that stutters from your chest. the evidence of the morning’s debauchery, inspired by the obscenely loud porn that fixed itself into your dreams last night, is enough to send you reeling beyond reason.

soap growls. you feel its vibrations shoot through you when he fixes his mouth on your pussy, warm tongue poking until you have to clench around it. its dextrous, thick, and reaches a place you did not think could be touched by anything but kyle’s expert fingers. involuntarily, your legs widen, feet rooting a metre apart to give him space.

he cleans you out like your sloppy seconds are manna, the aftertaste of his best mate and favourite fuck buddy the only heaven he’ll know. when he can no longer reach the cum sticking deep to your insides, he starts syphoning it from you like a straw, lips vacuum sealed to your vulva, thumbs pressed painfully into the swell of your ass.

kyle’s bound to wake with how loud you moan. you can only hope he comes out in time to pull soap back by the mohawk — before you find yourself unravelling by his impassioned effort.

(little do you know, he’s been out of bed for a good minute now, pasted discreetly to the wall as he watches soap eat you out from behind, his over-hard cock leaking liquid desire into his hands.)

#i woke up this morning primed and spit this out fast as i could #soapgaz #soapgaz x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #soap x gaz #kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x reader #johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x reader #kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x reader x johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader x kyle garrick

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er-osion · 1 month

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Grocery Store Shenanigans

pairing: Jason Todd x gn!Reader

summary: You and your boyfriend go grocery shopping

word count: 1.3k

warnings: one tiny bit of sexual innuendo, fluff

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“Did you remember the list?” You asked your handsome boyfriend as the two of you got out of the car.

“Of course. Did you remember the bags?” Jason replied as both of you approached the entrance to the grocery store.

“Of course.” Jason grabs a cart as you two enter the store. It’s 11 o'clock at night right now, and you and Jason are at one of the few grocery stores in Gotham that are open 24 hours a day. Because of Jason’s work as Red Hood, your routines can be abruptly upended at times but you’ve learned to adapt and overcome. You love him, so you do what you can to support and be there for him, even if that means sacrificing your sleep every once in a while.

Tonight, Jason took patrol off and you two spent the evening watching reality shows on your couch until you suddenly remembered you were out of vital breakfast and lunch ingredients for tomorrow. That’s how you and Jason ended up at the grocery store so late at night. You actually don’t mind that much, the grocery store is empty with the exception of the employees so you and Jason have the whole place to yourselves. It’s very quiet and quaint and you relish the privacy of shopping with your boyfriend.

You and Jason wandered to the produce aisle first, where you would read the list in your hand and then grab the item that was written down. Jason watched you calmly with an unreadable expression that still somehow held affection. Jason lived for these moments. The moments when life got mundane but he still got to share it with you. There was something so domestic about grocery shopping together, only doubled by the emptiness of the store that gave the two of you your own little world. You and Jason had to go grocery shopping regularly, what with your careful meal planning (and Jason’s enormous appetite) so this was an errand you both got to indulge in frequently.

“And the eggs…” You absentmindedly muttered to yourself as you picked out a carton of eggs and handed them to Jason to put them in the cart.

“Eggcelent choice, my love.” Jason quipped.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Leave the puns to your brother, Jaybird.”

“You’ve gotta be yolking me, Grayson’s puns don’t nearly measure up to mine.”

“If you don’t drop the sorry egg jokes you’re gonna have to scramble to find a ride home.”

Jason choked on his laugh and began pushing the cart so the two of you could continue your shopping. You made your way to the bread aisle and started filling the cart with your favorite carbs. Jason piped up again with a coy tone of voice, “Is your full name ‘food cake’? Cause you sure are an angel.”

Your head snapped toward him. You tried to conceal the smile growing on your face but your eyes, in betrayal, were full of mirth. “Are you seriously flirting with me in the bread aisle?” You asked incredulously.

“Why not? Just like you, bread is soft and delicious. I can’t think of a better place to make some moves.”

“Wow, you’re a real modern day poet.”

“Hey, if I put you in the cart with all the other loaves of bread, will you let me eat you when we get home, too?” Jason leaned forward against the cart so his figure was floating just before you, his eyebrow raised suggestively but his tone playful.

Your mouth dropped momentarily in shock. “Unbelievable. Jason Todd, you should be ashamed of yourself.” You tried to hide how flustered you were with a reprimanding tone, but you could tell by Jason’s smirk, that you’d failed.

“My question still stands.” He reminds you.

“As does your audacity, it seems.”

“Ouch. Here I am, so sweet trying to seduce you, and here you are, insulting me.” Your giant boyfriend put his hand over his heart dramatically.

“If I wanted something sweet, I’d bust into the grapes we have in the cart.”

“You have some spunk tonight.”

“TLC will do that to a lady.”

“But of course.” Jason agreed and moved the cart forward so you two could finish up your grocery store run. The two of you were walking side by side, chit chatting about nothing consequential. Jason then slipped his hand into yours and you laced your fingers together in response. His hold on your hand was firm and all encompassing, like a hug, it was unbelievably comforting. You brushed your fingers against his knuckles and from the corner of your eyes, you could see a relaxed smile grow on his face. Just being in contact with you brought a level of support and stability that let Jason relax in a way he never thought possible before meeting you.

The two of you made your rounds around the store and finally came to the check out. The tired college student at the check out greeted both of you with familiarity. You and Jason kept exchanging mischievous glances at each other, trying to hold back laughter at the checker’s obvious lethargy. After Jason paid for the groceries, you packed them back into the cart and the two of you snuck out of the building, as if you were newbie criminals robbing a store.

In the parking lot, Jason motioned with his hand to the cart with a prankish expression and you mirrored it when you processed what he was suggesting. You moved the food to one side of the cart and then Jason helped you into the cart. Both of you were full of giggles as you adjusted your seat in the cart. It was times like this, when you were especially appreciative of your boyfriend’s inhuman strength, it gave you moments to be extra childish with him. After you were comfortable, Jason reclaimed his spot at the handlebars of the cart and put flourish in getting into a ‘ready’ position.

“Okay, capitan, ready for take off?” Jason asked with faux seriousness.

You responded with equal gravitas, “All’s clear here, private.”

“Ground control has started the countdown. In 3, 2,…. and 1.” On ‘1’, Jason took off with a powerful speed. Both of you failed at holding down your laughter, the merry sound ringing throughout the empty parking lot. Jason expertly maneuvered you through the empty lot, wind blowing across your face. You gazed at Jason, your eyes full of love and admiration. It made you unbelievably happy to see Jason happy, as carefree as he could be, like right now. He deserved so much in the world, so much happiness, it made you proud that you could be a source for it. Your primary goal in life now, was to make sure the love of your life always felt at ease around you, and Jason made sure you knew that’s exactly what you did for him everyday. Jason met your gaze with equal pools of love. He’d never understand what he did to deserve you, but he’s grateful every single day that you’re in his life. You’re like oxygen. He doesn’t just want you, he needs you. Jason wants to be a constant source of happiness for you. He wants to make you laugh and smile as much as humanly possible, and if he accomplishes that by being a little childish with you, you bet your ass he’d do that everyday.

Your combined laughter and the light of your grins drowned out the sounds of traffic and sirens so customary to Gotham. There was nothing that existed outside of you, Jason, and this parking lot. Even grocery store runs were special with Jason, there was something so perfect in the domesticity you two shared. Like the expertly crafted epilogue in a romance movie, neither of you wanted this moment to end.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #x reader #x you #dc jason todd #jason todd #dc universe #dc comics #dcu #dc x reader #dc red hood #red hood #red hood x reader #dc fluff #jason todd imagine

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dobbysnotsureaboutthis · 2 months

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Very Long Mating Season Pt. 2 - Elevator Shenanigans

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WC: 3,203

Description:

You get stuck in an elevator with Alastor and some shenanigans 乁(ಥ ͜ʖಥ)ㄏgo on. Basically, it is a short (shorter compared to pt.1) continuation of pt.1 which you can find here

Warnings:

SEX STUFF again I repeat there is !SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS FIC! And again, tiny tiny bit of blood stuff, I felt like writing him soft cuz something’s gotta balance all that hardness, also by shenanigans (in the title) I mean !SEXUAL CONTENT!, unedited (warnings sponsored by Vivziepop)

It didn’t take too long for the rest of the hotel crew to realize what happened between you and Alastor. Angel Dust was the first to suspect the two of you, then Husk, before they spread their suspicions to the rest of them.

You did your best to avoid their judgemental (in your mind) stares, laughing awkwardly whenever Alastor would stand a little too close for comfort while they were around. When you were alone, you let him hold you when he wanted, enjoying the cozy cuddle of his hold as he had you in his lap by the fireplace, his one arm petting your fluffy ears and the other holding a book. You let him keep you in his radio tower, swinging your legs aimlessly for hours while he excitedly talked through his broadcast.

Although he still wouldn’t let you touch his antlers, despite your offer to help him with that itch he kept on scratching. When you asked him why…

“Well my de[e]ar, deer shed their antlers each year after mating season.”

Which didn’t answer your question, but explained the flaky red strips of gummy fur clinging to his antlers. As a doctor, you’ve seen much grosser things, so you watch him pick at them with curiosity rather than disgust.

But as soon as you saw the opportunity - while he was distracted in a heated argument with Lucifer, who you’ve yet to speak to - you slipped out of the hotel. You would be back, you couldn’t bring yourself to cruelly leave him back there (not that he would let you do so). It would just be after a well-needed break from that abnormally clingy demon.

After all, you did grow a bit fond of him yourself after the weeks spent constantly in his passionate embrace. But you missed walking freely through the city without an overgrown strawberry attached to your side, and you definitely needed to get back to your job at the office, rather than treating patients in the hotel while a red-eyed demon watched over your shoulder.

As you’re turning the street to your office, feeling renewed and ready to start the day, you’re stopped by… the sight of nothing.

Your office was gone. All that was left of the humble one storied building was bits and pieces of the cheap gray walls, looking like burnt bread crumbs on a messy eater’s plate. No way.

“What happened here?” You question a nearby tiny bunny demon in a construction uniform, watching as her yellow eyes flicker rapidly over a blueprint of sorts.

“Ugh, it’s the same guy again.”

“What guy?”

She ignores you, and begins moving away from the wreck that was left of your humble building. You’re not at all thrown-off, being painfully used to her type of behavior. It was rare in fact, to find a single soul down here capable of basic etiquette. You follow her, determined to get some type of answer.

“Can you at least tell me when all the construction is going to be over?”

“It’ll probably take us a month or so to fix up that tall of a building.”

Tall? You’re confused for just a second before you notice a ruined building owned by VoxTek across the street of your location. The center had disappeared as though someone took a giant bite out of it. A minute loss for a company as big as VoxTek. Well, at least compared to yours.

“What about the building over there?” You gesture to the empty spot your office used to occupy. “How long is that going to take?”

“What, you think we just have all the time in the world?”

“...Yes?”

“We don’t bother to fix small buildings like that, they get wiped out all the time.” She snorts. “I don’t even know what that thing was for!”

“That was my office. I’m a doctor. I need it reconstructed, I have patients who need me.”

That makes her lift her head from her blueprint to look at you, clear astonishment and a hint of mockery in her expression. “Seriously? A doctor in hell? That gives me even less reason to fix the darn building, your patients probably kill each other as soon as you treat them!” She reaches up high to pat your shoulder patronizingly, as though you just told her the funniest joke. “Go find yourself another job sweetheart. Maybe you’ll find one in Mr. Vox’s building that we’re fixing up right now.”

And that was that. There was nothing you could do to get them to listen to you, unless you fought fire with fire and resorted to the same type of bloodthirsty violence as them. You weren’t going to do that.

“Oh, fuck you. I hope you fall while working and reconsider what you said about doctors being pointless.” You could still say whatever the fuck you wanted, though.

Now there was only one place you could think of heading to, and that was straight back into the arms of your... “lover” was a term never explicitly stated, but friends would be a severe understatement.

The doors to the hotel entrance slam open before you could touch the handle, and you’re greeted by a deafening, “Dear, where have you been?” in your ear, a slender, red-sleeved arm hooking over your shoulders and squeezing you tightly.

“I was trying to check up on my office,” you sigh. Then you look at him reassuringly. “I wasn’t planning to leave you or anything.”

“I’m not at all worried about you leaving, I knew you’d come back.” He says this, but his tail twitches once. You smile. How endeering that he’s nervous about you leaving.

“Let me guess, somebody tore down your office?” Vaggie interrupts your conversation seemingly out of nowhere, and you notice the state of chaos the hotel lobby was in as you peer behind her shoulder to get a look inside.

Charlie is running all over the place, rambling at 100 miles per hour as she practically melts down over the crumbling walls and spilled beverages. A dart of hot pink indicates the tiny maid demon jumping around, giggling and stabbing at parts of the carpeted floor that were on fire. And, perhaps most notably, as Vaggie snags you from Alastor’s hold and pulls you outside, you notice that an entire chunk has been pulled out of the third floor, done in a similar fashion to the VoxTek building you glimpsed earlier. The third floor. Also known as, the only floor with extra rooms you could potentially stay in.

“Are you kidding me? Here too, at the hotel?”

“Yes. And even worse, it’s only been a day since we heard of this building-eating demon.” She groans. “A day! They fucked up our hotel in the short time you were gone.”

You bite your lip, brow furrowing at the information. So now, there was truly no place to stay. Well, you could ask Alastor, but you really didn’t want to. After all, he was a stranger to you up until a month ago, and you needed distance away from him to sort out your thoughts. What do you do now-?

A gloved hand squeezes your cheeks, and you’re met with red eyes right next to your face. “Smile, my dear! The fallen buildings are no big trouble, I could fix them up right now if I wished to.”

“Then could you?” You start to feel hopeful.

His grin widens. “And provide you with your own space, which you will only use to hide away from me? Not going to happen!”

You briefly think of just walking away right then, but just as you were about to, Charlie joins you at the door. “Oh, good, Alastor you’re here! You have to go fix the third floor right now, it’s really bad!”

His eyes narrowed to slits, still maintaining that grin of his which made him appear hilariously irritated in your perspective. You stifle a laugh and cheer of victory as he reluctantly accepts, knowing that he won’t defy a direct order from the princess of hell. “...Why of course I can.”

He has you on his arm again the second Vaggie lets go of you, humming an old-timey tune. The vibrations from his chest buzz pleasantly against your side, and you relax at the comfortable sensation. Well; it’s not as though you had anywhere to go, so you mindlessly follow his steady pull as he heads for the elevator. You look up, doubtful of its sturdiness at the moment.

“Alastor, are you sure this thing is safe to go on? You gesture with your free arm at the giant dent in the middle of the doors. “Are you sure we can even open the door?”

“I have my ways.” With a flourish of his hand, the doors creak open; albeit slowly, and it gets stuck at the halfway open mark. Huh. Doubtful, highly doubtful.

But Alastor’s looking at you with as innocent of an expression as a face like his can express, and you still feel slightly sorry for leaving him this morning without a word. So you step in, again slowly, because the ceiling of the elevator is smushed in. It’s low enough that you have to duck your head while walking in, and Alastor nearly has to crawl in. He twirls his radio stick behind his back, snapping his fingers to close the doors. You squeeze in front of him to select the button for the third floor.

As soon as the doors close, you become aware of just how tight the space was. Alastor sits crossed-legged next to you, his knee brushing against your ankle. You stand awkwardly, the lowered ceiling conveniently pushing on the back of your head so that you're staring at your feet. It’s even worse that you could feel him staring at you the whole ride up. He sure had no concept of other people’s personal space, for a man who supposedly guarded his own with an iron fist.

The elevator’s at the third floor. Great, it’s over. You wait for the doors to open.

One moment turns to two, then four, then… Why aren’t the doors opening?

“It appears we are stuck!”

“Seriously? I couldn’t see that! I thought I was hallucinating the whole thing so thanks for confirming!” You nearly scream in frustration, the events of the day finally catching up to you. “What happened to ‘I have my ways’?” You direct your yell at him, arms crossed in front of your chest as you finally meet his gaze.

He’s grinning at you, but his ears slightly fold back. Great, now you can’t even properly yell at him because then you’d feel bad. You turn around to face the crack of the door, attempting to pry it open to no avail. Pressing the open-door button didn’t work either. And there was no call button, because why would there be a call button in an elevator in hell?

You sink down to your knees to join him on the elevator floor, your skirt pooling neatly around your knees. The singular light illuminating the elevator flickers, and before you could even pray it doesn’t fall, it does. You barely had the time to cover your head with your arms, preparing yourself for the impact.

It doesn’t come. You look up from your hunched position to see that it had landed on Alastor instead. You blink in surprise at his form, frozen in suspense as his head tilts slightly to the right from the weight of the light that now hanged from one of his antlers. His eye twitches with the effort to not flinch at the sensation, and you gasp, realizing that it must’ve hurt due to the sensitivity from the shedding.

You carefully reach a hand upward, eyes asking him for permission. His teeth had clenched, signifying his pain despite his reluctance to drop the wide smile on his face.

“Go ahead…” He grounds out through the agony, ears completely flattened and tail nearly vibrating from its rapid twitches.

Gently wrapping your fingers around the base of the light bulb, you tug at it in small, repeated successions in hope of loosening the stuck object. It loosens just enough to make you think it's working, only for it to get stuck again on a higher ridge. His antlers shift and grow in length, until the tips nearly reach the elevator walls. Even with all the shifting, the light bulb doesn’t budge.

A pained noise alerts you of Alastor, head dipped and black liquid drooling from his teeth. You concentrate harder on dislodging the offensive gadget - nope, not moving. You couldn’t break the light bulb, who knows the extra damage that would do to him?

You didn’t notice how you had shifted onto his lap in your effort to reach the stuck object until you felt his claws dig into your waist, threatening to rip open the old wounds that had just begun to scar from your little mating session weeks ago.

You rack your brain for additional ideas. Then one comes to you. Hmm, kind of gross, but your options were limited enough to try. There was virtually no illumination in the elevator except the soft glow of red from his eyes, and you relocate the light bulb you had let go of through touch alone. You could feel the sharp edge of his nose slot between your chest, making you smile a little as it tickles.

You part your lips, and lick the smooth surface of the bulb, coating the surface with a thin layer of spit. Smearing the stickiness with your finger, you work it into the crevices where the object met his antler. The slight budge of the material gives you hope that you were doing something. Just a little more…

Beneath you, the deer man shifted relentlessly at your soft ministrations on his antler, fingers working diligently at detaching the object. Soft whimpers barely register to your unsuspecting ears as you focus on your work, letting more saliva pool in your mouth so that you could coat the entire surface with a thicker layer of goo. You slather your tongue all over its smoothness, digging the tip of it into the same crevices over and over. A musky, almost smelly taste of iron infects the point of your tongue and spreads to the rest of your mouth.

The taste is unpleasant in the way that, if you were served a bowl of the bloody bits with no context, you would probably gag; but the subtle flavor of Alastor peeking behind all the rancid munch led you to willingly take more and more of it into your mouth, as you savor it at the same time you work at the thing clinging to his antler. Periodically, you’re gifted by the squeaky noises of the object losing its grip on his antlers.

The skin on your waist aches with the clench of his clawed fingers, but you pay the affliction no mind. You vaguely register some hardness pressing into the slot between your thighs, and the familiarity of it all made it difficult for you to recognize its presence. Something about the rhythm of his hips, jagged and shamefully finding solace in your own, was still so ingrained into your mind from the two weeks of heated passion that you found it as natural as breathing, letting his actions fade into the background.

It feels like forever, as you diligently deliver slobbery licks to the bloody strands of flesh still heated by his body temperature, the soft, blood-matted bits of fur contrasting with the hard texture of his antlers. He had pulled you down to his crotch, desperately grinding into your heat until there was no space left between the two of you. His teeth encircle your shoulder as they dig into the exact imprint they left a day ago, the motion intimate and ritualistic.

Finally, your ears perk up as you hear a sharp scraping sound from the light bulb, and you let the muscles around your jaw relax, pulling your head back to gently shift the light bulb out with your hands.

“Alastor, I think I got it out-!”

You’re interrupted by a feral tightening of his claws on your arms, and the sound of bleating. The noise is broken and animalistic, and his cheeks are apparently flushed even in the darkness. Soft bleats continuously escape his lips; against his will, as indicated by his tense posture. You sat frozen, pussy pressed against his jumping clothed cock, back arching in heated fascination as you feel wet pumps of muffled fluid against your underwear.

The sensations of his heavy, labored breathing, sweat running in rivulets down his shoulders and stuttering hips finally registers to you, sinking into his hold and letting him handle your willing body as he rides out his high.

He just… came in his pants.

You simply sit in silence, light bulb still clutched in your hand, as you let him recover while his labored breaths pump into the nook of your shoulder.

“...Is that why you wouldn’t let me touch your antlers?”

He bares his teeth, the same bleating noise escaping his lips, although without embarrassment this time. Within no time at all, he had pulled your slowly distancing body flush against his own body again. “I’ll answer your curious little questions after I’m done with you.”

Ah, right. You settle yourself into his hold as you mentally prepare for what was to come.

You forgot that man had no such thing as a recovery time.

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“The problem got so big that it showed itself. Turns out it was just a little crocodile demon, who was having a fit and got a little hungry while trying to find its mother. We got it down to its original size, and Charlie is working on fixing the broken buildings of the pride ring.” She holds up the tiny crocodile, its eyes glistening in fascination at the red lego in its hands. Was everything red in hell?

And what was a child doing in hell?

“Ah, don’t eat that!” Oh, that’s why. You snort as Vaggie wrestles her bleeding mouth from its jaw. Well, you’ve always thought some children were demons on earth.

“Anyway, what took you and Alastor so long to fix the floor?” She turns to look at Alastor accusingly. “I thought you had powers to help you with these types of things.”

You race to answer her question before Alastor could potentially say something weird. “We got stuck in the elevator.” That was technically the truth.

Alastor hums a guileless tune, a complacent smile resting on his face. Between his strange wordlessness (only because you threatened him earlier not to speak a word of it) and your suspiciously quick answer, something clicks in her expression.

“Oh. Ohhh. Ew.” She wrinkles her nose.

Your face burns in shame as you re-enter the elevator with Alastor. He’s still smiling the same smile, and you’re grateful for the silence until he speaks up, head tilting to one side as he ends your little escapade with one last candid remark.

“It’s a good thing you’re a doctor dear, not a politician.”

A/N: So I didn't write them fucking because every time I start a fic, I think of it as being part of the same universe. And they've already fucked in this universe. It doesn't make sense to me to write a full-on sex scene twice in the same universe, especially one with not that much plot, because then it translates as more of a "sex diary of reader and Alastor" (which I MEAN HEY IT COULD BE A THING) and less of a continuation of a story from point A to point B. But with how the fucking is the main point it might as well be a sex diary so... (WHAT DID I TYPE THAT WHOLE THING FOR) Also when I wrote jumping clothed cock I kept picturing his dick turning into a sausage and jump-roping so now you can think about it too (only if you want to (#consent (...I bet you thought about it)))

Taglist(? Never done one of these things before/ Is it a list with one item (in the English language (not programming or whatever else with lists))): @angeldustharmony here’s that pt. 2! ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x you #alastor x you smut #after the rut #fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x you

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