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Twisted Love | MS47

― Pairing: Dark Angel!Mick x fem!reader ― Word count: 3.3k ― Warnings: +18; suggestive content and a quick description of sex (p in v); mentions of a fallen angel, assault, and stalker behavior; description of horror situations and death (but not too graphic). ― Summary: The rule is clear for all celestial beings: to love the Almighty beyond everything. They can’t share the feeling. It is perpetually prohibited for angels to get fond of humans, especially the protector angels. They are the ones who will follow their human on earth and protect each one. Those Angels and the humans are the same pairing throughout time. Mick watched Yn die and come to life in different forms each period, and he fell. In love and from Heaven. Years after searching for Yn, he found her again, and he’s ready to get what’s his.

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“I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door.” — Hozier, From Eden

He knew the rules. He had friends who disobeyed it and had to pay the price: to leave Heaven. And nobody wants to leave the Heavens. Mick never judged them, but he always questioned himself as to why would someone freely give up their position, their friends, their home, and their God, for something that could only be classified as temporary when put side by side with the world known by the celestial beings.

Up until he met you.

Up until he watched you die and come back to life.

Up until he protected you in every lifetime.

Up until he couldn’t resist but visit your dreams.

Up until he finally realized he was in love.

With a human.

Mick Schumacher was in love with you.

A guardian angel was in love with his human.

He was cast out of Heaven by the Almighty who did it with so much mourn and pain, that the other celestial beings almost tried to change His mind. But nobody questions the Almighty's orders. Rules were made by Him and they were meant to be followed. It doesn’t matter if it was one of His favorite angels.

Mick still remembers what he said to him before judgment day.

“Son, you can still regret your sin. You can still change your mind, and the Heavens will forgive you,” the powerful voice echoed around, and Mick kept his head low.

He could only think of you. And how your skin felt against his. How beautiful you looked sleeping. And how angelical your laughter was.

“Father, you always talk about love, so why don’t you let your beings love?” he asks, and though if the question came from any other Celestial the Almighty could read it as some kind of disrespect, it came from Mick, so he only sighed.

“You can love me, I’m your creator, your ruler. I made you the way you are Mick.”

“Then why are you punishing me for following my instincts and feelings? If you created me the way I am, then it’s your fault I’m choosing this path!” he retorted, finally lifting his eyes to the sky. The most beautiful sky to ever exist. The kind of thing that no human eyes would support.

“Enough!” the Almighty’s voice reverberated around the void and clouds. “You’re being cast out of Heaven, son. And your human? She just died. You’re gonna have to find her again. Good luck, Mick.”

And so he walked around the earth, he flew around the sea, he looked at each corner until he could finally find where you were reborn. Where you had reincarnated.

And when he finally did he followed you like a shadow. Just like he did when he was your guardian angel.

And Oh- you were so beautiful, so perfect. Mick loved staying by your side while you worked, spooking a male coworker here and there. He would walk home with you, just observing as you smiled widely to everyone who passed by, how you were so full of life, how you were still the woman he fell in love with. The one he fell for. Quite literally.

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It was a Friday night, it was a happy hour from work at a bar three streets from your building. You weren’t in the mood to party, but your friends insisted, and your boss was always so adamant about having everyone together, you did not know how to say no to the invitation.

That’s how you found yourself sitting at a barstool, your lips a bit numb from a shot of something you didn’t know. Your body was lighter and the tipsy feeling made you giggle at everything three of your coworkers would say.

Mick was watching from the shadows, a mask of invisibility around him while he assessed the dangers around the place. And his blood boiled when he saw the guy who was eyeing you from the beginning buying you a drink from across the bar, tipping something on your cup before asking for the barman to give it to you.

He transported himself to a dark hallway and walked to you just when the drink was put on the wood counter, the contents of whatever the man had added settling at the bottom of the cup. Mick took advantage of the place where you were sitting and pretended to sit by your side, accidentally knocking your cup.

“Oh- oh my, I’m so clumsy, I’m really sorry,” he used his best mask to pretend it wasn’t his intention. To draw your attention to him.

You turned ready to complain, but the second your eyes met his big blue orbs your voice died down, trapped in your throat along with your heart from how fast it started to beat. He was so beautiful, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander from his angelic face to his white button down, some of the top buttons opened showing just a hint of blonde chest hair. You gulped. He was wearing blue jeans too, and a pair of Converse shoes. What a marvelous view, you thought.

“I can buy you another drink to make up for it,” he suggested after some seconds of silence, and you gulped, before giving him a nod with your head. “I’m Mick, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

He extended one of his big hands and you shared a glance with your coworkers behind you, one of them giving a thumbs up as if approving the way Mick looked. You giggled, and turned your body fully in his direction, taking his hand in yours and feeling the chills run down your body.

“You seem familiar,” you muttered.

“I’ve read somewhere that blonde guys are starting to catch up with the brunettes on statistic numbers,” he joked, lifting just the corner of his lips while his eyes attentively scanned you.

You let out a chuckle, finally touching his hand with yours and stopping for a beat. His skin felt warm, and it was like her whole body was lit up by a simple touch, “I’m Yn.”

“Sorry for your drink again, Yn. Though I think I may have saved you, it looked awful from what I saw,” he pointed to the glass that only had a small sip, the liquid a strange green shade.

You made a face at the contents, “What are you having?”

And Mick grinned internally. You were being forward. You wanted his company. He knew you didn’t usually try to make conversation like this. He knows you prefer your silence most of the time. Knows you like the back of his hand.

“Whatever you’re having.”

“Well, I had a few glasses of gin and cola, but I can totally follow you with beer if you want.” Oh, you were so sweet. And so thoughtful.

Mick smiled and shook his head, “I don’t like beer,” because you don’t like beer, Yn. And I’m the perfect guy for you, “I’ll have gin and cola too, sounds tasty.”

Your eyes lit up, and a small smile graced your lips.

And so he kept you company for hours. Drinking and talking. You were so carefree, laughing at all of his jokes, and cracking a few too, to which he would throw his head back and present you with the perfect view of his milky neck. You so wanted to kiss and lick it.

From his peripheral vision, he saw the guy who tried to drug you walk to the bathroom. Mick excused himself and followed him. His wings were twitching on his back, begging to be set free so he could fly to the highest spot and drop that little shit from there.

When he opened the door, the guy was washing his hands and turned to him, instantly recognizing Mick as the man who stole his victim of the night.

“Your motherfucker, I was-”

Mick furrowed his brows and stared deep into his eyes.

There are things that the human eyes aren’t ready to process yet. And that’s exactly the form that he showed the guy. The form that shut his mouth, making him gasp with utter terror. Mick smiled, closing his eyes and coming back to his blonde skin, eyes now completely dark, inviting the man to jump into the unknown darkness. Something that would certainly kill him.

“Please,” he tried to plead, but nobody messes with you and lives to tell a story. Mick was still your angel. It was still his duty to protect you.

He felt satisfied when the guy dropped at his feet, mind haunted by the worst demons earth could house, and body a few seconds from death.

Mick brushed invisible dust from his shoulders, before walking back to the bar. An enchanting smile on his lips when your eyes found him in the crowd.

“That was quick,” you jabbed and Mick chuckled, fitting his body right beside yours instead of sitting at the barstool.

“I missed you, had to make it quick, or else my heart wouldn’t take it.”

You giggled, turning to him. One of your elbows at the wooden counter. Mick turned too, fitting between your legs that parted just right for him.

Looking up at him it was like you were the angel. His angel. His goodness.

He loved you. He worshiped you. And it felt heavenly when your hands reached for his shoulders, bringing his face down to yours and crashing your lips in a tentative kiss. You flicked your tongue shyly, and Mick almost moaned, holding your jaw and your waist, and opening his mouth for you to deepen the kiss.

The material of his shirt was soft against your palms, and so was the skin of his neck when you moved your hands there and threaded your fingers between his blonde strands.

Mick tasted like alcohol with a hint of something sweet and fresh, and you almost moaned when he sucked your bottom lips into his mouth, grinning into the kiss.

You stayed like this for a bit, kissing here and there, talking, and sipping your drinks. Your coworkers were long gone. And when you got ready to leave, Mick offered to walk you home which for some reason you accepted.

His hand laced yours while you walked down the dark streets, and you never felt so protected in your life the way you felt at that moment.

You had just met him. You had no justification to trust him. To show him where you lived. To ask if he wanted to enter your apartment. But he had such inviting eyes. Such a way of holding you. Of you speaking.

He looked like an angel.

And that angel waited right at the threshold waiting for whatever you would say after you got inside.

Mick wanted to do it right.

He had entered her house so many times, but now it would be different. You would invite him. You would house him. He remembers one of the verses of the Book of Life where the Almighty says that he’s at your door, and he’ll only get inside if you ask him to.

Well, he’s ready to be your everything, but he wants you to invite him to do so first.

You turn around, a hazy smile on your lips, “C’mon, Micky, don’t be shy about me now. Get inside,” you finally verbalize. “This is my house, I don’t share it with anybody, no roommates, I promise. You’re welcome to get in.”

You’re welcome to get in.

I don’t share it with anybody.

He grinned. You share it with him now.

Mick walked inside.

He took his shoes off and walked to your kitchen watching you try to heat some frozen pizza.

That night Mick fed you, bathed you, and laid with you in bed, making sure to leave just before you wake up and pretend he slept on the couch.

That morning he made you breakfast, adding an extra strong black coffee to help you with your headache. He also asked you on a date and kissed you when leaving – which he didn’t do, because he was always there. He wasn’t from Heaven anymore, but he was still your angel, he would always be your angel.

That month he asked you to be his girlfriend. You discovered his surname, and that you had more things in common than you thought that night. You discovered that he was a biker and that he spoke several foreign languages. He had gone to the military, but never into war – his skin was too flawless for someone who had, no scars, except for two on his back, which he explained were from a car accident.

Life with Mick was perfect. It was like he could read your mind. He knew what you needed at the right time, he would order you food when he wasn’t around, and cook for you when he was. He would show up to pick you up at work with flowers. And he would whisper the dirtiest things in your ear while maintaining the purest face.

Just like he was doing now.

“Tell me who you belong to, Yn,” his order was smooth, just like the skin of his stomach that was gliding over yours while he thrusts into you at a slow and deep pace.

You whimper, hands going to his back, fingers finding his scars, and gripping his body closer to yours, “I- I’m yours, Mick. All yours. Only yours.”

He paused with his lips in front of yours, breathing you in right before tasting you. It wasn’t long until you both dissolved into pleasure. His fingers trace your curves, while you lay your head on his chest.

He was so good at aftercare.

He was good at convincing you.

He was good at everything.

You never thought he was good at murder too.

It was a Saturday night and you were walking home from the same bar you met Mick. You had just met with some coworkers and decided to walk home. And you would have texted your boyfriend for him to pick you up, but your phone died, and you didn’t want to bother Mick, he was probably fixing the new bike he got last week.

What you weren’t expecting was a guy to come out of nowhere in front of you. He was huge, and he smelled like alcohol. You don’t even understand whatever he slurred. When panic finally kicks in, and you’re ready to scream, but his hand finds your mouth, while the other one grips your neck.

You remember your mother telling you that you must have a strong guardian angel, remember her telling you about the day you were born, and how they almost lost you. And so you pray for him. Pray for whatever bigger force could hear you.

And he shows up.

Mick shows up.

You called for him. Granted, you had no idea he was a fallen angel, an angel nonetheless.

Your angel.

And you were so innocent, so vulnerable, you needed Mick, that’s what he would tell himself, mainly because he was already following you. He always was.

You reminded him of his portrait in a mirror years ago, back when he was innocent too. Just an angel. One of the Almighty’s favorites.

But he wasn’t innocent anymore. He had fallen. And fallen angels don’t mind killing people that get in their way. So that’s what Mick did. He gripped the guy’s neck and held his face in front of his making sure his own back was turned to you. Mick showed him what the worst things on earth could look like, and how they looked in hell. The guy tried to look away, tried to close his eyes, but he had glanced at Mick’s black orbs, it was too late. Before his heart would stop, before his mind would get too hazy to understand everything, Mick twisted his neck and threw his body to the ground.

When your boyfriend turned to you, your eyes bulged still trying to grasp what just happened. You pointed to the guy on the ground, and Mick just nodded making you even more scared. How could your Mick kill someone? The sweet and kind Mick. The attentive, and soft-spoken blonde guy had just made whatever magic and killed someone.

“Love,” he called, and you shook your head trying to make your legs work. “Don’t be afraid,” he tried to reason, but your mind finally caught up with your body and you started running unsure of where you were heading since he had the keys to your place. Hell, he basically lived there!

“Yn, don’t run from me,” it was one of his soft orders, but this time they didn’t bring butterflies to your stomach but rather made your body prickle with fear because the second you turned your head Mick was flying in your direction.

He had big black wings with some golden feathers. It was beautiful, but scary somehow, just as everything new is.

You ran as fast as you could but it was nothing compared to how fast he could fly, and when Mick reached you he laced his hands around your body and flew up. You watched the gleam on his blue eyes, the way his milky skin seemed lightning, his dark wings enveloping you. He was still beautiful. Still, the whole moment felt like too much and your mind shut on you.

–

Waking up to Mick watching you wasn’t new, but this time it felt different especially because he still had his wings. They had retreated somehow, looking a bit smaller than earlier, but they were still here, and your breath hitched when you realized that it wasn’t a nightmare.

“I- What are you?”

“I’m an angel,” he stated, and your brows furrowed. “A fallen one. I was your guardian… still your guardian somehow,” his simple and direct explanation made you sit up and dig your hands into the bed cushion feeling dizzy all over again.

“An angel?!”

Mick nodded.

“You killed a man…” you shuddered.

He huffed, fingers going through the golden strands of his hair, “He’s not the first.” Mick’s confession makes you scramble to get up, “In my defense, they all tried to do you harm, and I would never let someone harm what's mine.”

He was so calm about it you wanted to laugh in disbelief.

“And you learned it at what… the third book of the Bible? No wonder you’ve fallen.”

His features twist.

“I was cast out of Heaven because I chose you instead of the Almighty.”

You tremble, head shaking in denial.

“Not possible. That’s sick…”

“I love you.”

“You don’t love me! What kind of twisted love is that where you kill people for me?”

He grins, “The best kind. You said so yourself you love me back, you also said you’re mine. You welcomed me here into your life, and I won’t leave.”

You gulped. “Mick, please. No.”

His eyes softened for a second, and you felt for yourself because he somehow looked like your Mick. The one you loved. And if he asked you something you would do it.

“You want me to prey on you?” he smirked. “You know you can’t run from me.”

Your love castle came crumbling down in the blink of an eye and along came your tears rushing down your face.

“Please,” such a mournful sound. Mick shook his head. “You’re a monster!”

“I’m your monster, love. You can’t deny it.”

With his wings fully retreated Mick appeared in front of you. When his lips find yours you try to push his shoulders and bite his lips, but he moans into your mouth, and the feeling of his muscular form and soft lips makes your brain shortcut. You’re open for him like his favorite meal on a silver plate.

“I waited too long for this. You’re mine, and I’ll hunt you down if you ever try to leave me, Yn.”

And your mom was right. You had a strong guardian angel, however, nobody accounted for the fact that he would be obsessed with you. Looking for love you ended up stumbling into something close to there, but also close to hell.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi, besties! I hope you liked the piece! This is the last one from the spooky pieces I tried writing hehe hopefully this is as good as the previous ones. I wanted to add a huge shout-out to Coffee (my coffee emoji anon here on Tumblr) for proofreading this <3.  Let me know your thoughts on this and make sure to reblog and leave a comment because Tumblr is being a btch and not delivering my stuff properly :( *mwah*.  

Ps. You'll notice that I make a lot of references throughout this piece, but none of them are intended to hurt beliefs or represent my vision of things. This is purely a work of fiction, and I tried my best to avoid using specific elements, choosing to go with "Almighty" in some moments and be a tad vague. I hope this doesn't come across as some kind of disrespect or anything. *virtual hug*

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omg I don't even remember saying it but lmao remember the guy I liked??? almost started falling for him...

heh, turns out he's like. homophobic. VERY homophobic. actually said things that literally had me disturbed and disgusted. and tbh I feel disgusted w myself as well for almost falling for him and for a short time (literally a weekend) living in denial of what he said🫠🫠 I can trust no man w such stuff LMAO crying myself to sleep fr

this was sad but heh ig that's how life works... how's yours treating you babes??? MISSED TALKING TO YOUUU🩷🩷🩷

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sunnyyyyy!!!! <3 I remember him but omg :( at least you discovered it before falling falling for him, but I'm so sorry to hear it, love. hopefully, your wonderful, gentlemen, without prejudices, super cute, polite, and lovely partner is on their way *fingers crossed*

I missed talking to you too!! <3 I'm currently sick (got home from the hospital a few hours ago, I have the flu + amygdale, but I got two shots and a few meds to take at home and hopefully I'll wake up brand new tomorrow). I hope life is treating you kindly!

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sending you good vibes, hope you get well soon, millie!

thank you, ava <3<3 *virtual hug*

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https://www.tumblr.com/madeleinefunn/673283435284054016/i-hate-obvious-symbolism-bro-shut-up-sun-and

bon is the moon and mick is the sun btw if that wasnt clear

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ref

aweee

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hihi - would you be able to do something about the reader proudly showing off her boyfriend and he gets all flustered over it? Preferably Oscar P if you write for him 🩷

hello, nonny <3 currently, requests are closed :( and I don't usually write for oscar, but after writing "we can't be friends" I'll have to confess that I'm consideringgg kdjdkjg when I open requests again, you can send it in <3 *forehead kiss*

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Morningg, I woke up worse than when I went to bed (I think Its amigdalite) Im omw to the hospital 😩

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I spent half of my Saturday braiding my hair with a new braider only to have to take it all off now (it took me and my mom over 5h) because she braided too tight and damaged my scalp 😞 its reddish and super itchy, I’ll have to see a doctor and pray for the damage ti be reversible (on top of that I have a sore throat and fever 😁 life is treating me well as you guys can tell)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

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You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

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bon behavior: https://www.tumblr.com/disgustinggf/747111834446938112

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aweee yes! (I do the same!)

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I just saw the boop message so here you go babes!!

hihi 💜💜💜 boop boop *forehead kiss*

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You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘  ▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

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You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘  ▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

taglist: @sachaa-ff @mickslover @mishaandthebrits @fdl305 @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @saintslewis @carojasmin2204 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys @shhhchriss @f1kota @lunnnix @karmabyfernando @crashingwavesofeuphoria @schumacheer @callsign-scully @dearxcherry @elliegrey2803 @peachiicherries @he6rtshaker @therealcap @mehrmonga @the-depressed-fellow @cixrosie @darleneslane @buckybarnessweetheart @nichmeddar @fastcarsandshit @balekanemohafe @jamie2305 @nzygftoji @leclercsluv @graciewrote @alessioayla @littlesatanicassholebitch @barcelonaloverf1life @noncannonships @fanboyluvr @is-just-a @love4lando @woozarts @namgification @formulaal @khaylin27 @bernelflo @fakehappy27 @eugene-emt-roe

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You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘  ▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

taglist: @sachaa-ff @mickslover @mishaandthebrits @fdl305 @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @saintslewis @carojasmin2204 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys @shhhchriss @f1kota @lunnnix @karmabyfernando @crashingwavesofeuphoria @schumacheer @callsign-scully @dearxcherry @elliegrey2803 @peachiicherries @he6rtshaker @therealcap @mehrmonga @the-depressed-fellow @cixrosie @darleneslane @buckybarnessweetheart @nichmeddar @fastcarsandshit @balekanemohafe @jamie2305 @nzygftoji @leclercsluv @graciewrote @alessioayla @littlesatanicassholebitch @barcelonaloverf1life @noncannonships @fanboyluvr @is-just-a @love4lando @woozarts @namgification @formulaal @khaylin27 @bernelflo @fakehappy27 @eugene-emt-roe

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You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘  ▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

taglist: @sachaa-ff @mickslover @mishaandthebrits @fdl305 @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @saintslewis @carojasmin2204 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys @shhhchriss @f1kota @lunnnix @karmabyfernando @crashingwavesofeuphoria @schumacheer @callsign-scully @dearxcherry @elliegrey2803 @peachiicherries @he6rtshaker @therealcap @mehrmonga @the-depressed-fellow @cixrosie @darleneslane @buckybarnessweetheart @nichmeddar @fastcarsandshit @balekanemohafe @jamie2305 @nzygftoji @leclercsluv @graciewrote @alessioayla @littlesatanicassholebitch @barcelonaloverf1life @noncannonships @fanboyluvr @is-just-a @love4lando @woozarts @namgification @formulaal @khaylin27 @bernelflo @fakehappy27 @eugene-emt-roe

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You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I hope you guys liked this lil sneak peek! This was truly very self-indulgent - I got an internship this month (yay!) and today was hectic af, I almost felt like lying on the ground and crying :D but anyways, got home and had therapy, so we good!

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘  ▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

taglist: @sachaa-ff @mickslover @mishaandthebrits @fdl305 @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @saintslewis @carojasmin2204 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys @shhhchriss @f1kota @lunnnix @karmabyfernando @crashingwavesofeuphoria @schumacheer @callsign-scully @dearxcherry @elliegrey2803 @peachiicherries @he6rtshaker @therealcap @mehrmonga @the-depressed-fellow @cixrosie @darleneslane @buckybarnessweetheart @nichmeddar @fastcarsandshit @balekanemohafe @jamie2305 @nzygftoji @leclercsluv @graciewrote @alessioayla @littlesatanicassholebitch @barcelonaloverf1life @noncannonships @fanboyluvr @is-just-a @love4lando @woozarts @namgification @formulaal @khaylin27 @bernelflo @fakehappy27 @eugene-emt-roe

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