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FIGHTING BIRTHDAY | (l.norris)

summary: Lando drinks too much and it gets out of hand, the birthday boy is angry at you

wordcount: 6.3k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: ANGST!, vomiting, being drunk

notes: please let me know if it’s gut wrenching angst, I never feel the angst if I write it. Requested by anon! Thank you for your request, let me know if it’s how you wanted it :)

I hope Lando is okay, that crash was scary!

”Lando, maybe you should slow down with the drinks.“

You were at the birthday party you arranged for Lando, and he was already peppered. He was barely able to stand, his words were just slurs and his mood changed from funny and happy Lando to angry and annoyed Lando. A couple of drinks made Lando a really funny person, when his world started to spin, he got less funny and more agitated and when he was piss drunk, he got angry at anyone, no matter what you would do or who you were. Of course, he was supposed to enjoy his birthday and of course, he could drink how much he wanted but you were scared of what would happen once he reached that piss-drunk stage again. Last time he screamed at you when you wanted to take him home and you didn’t need a redo of it.

Currently, he was at the world spinning stage, but on the edge to piss drunk, so you tried to keep him sane and stop him from drinking so much, or maybe have a water and a snack in between.

”Oh come on Y/N, you only turn twenty-four once, let me enjoy it.“

”Of course, but maybe you should have a water.“

”Where am I? At a race or at a party? Don’t be such a party pooper and let me have fun drinking, I can handle it.“

So you gave him a smile and wandered off to join your friends again, the friends being the driver’s girlfriends. One more drink and he would pass the piss drunk stage and you were scared of it, you weren’t ready to argue over nothing tonight, especially because you’re not sober either, but you knew your limits and you wouldn’t be so angry at someone, no matter how much you drank. So when you saw him downing his glass after you left him, slightly giving you the side eye, Max came and gave him another glass of something strong and they both clinked their glasses together, and Lando took a big gulp of the beverage.

You sighed and Pietra looked at you.

”Is everything okay?“

”Yeah, Lando is drunk again, but I can handle him.“

”Are you sure? Maybe Max can bring him home tonight.“

”No, don’t worry. He‘s my boyfriend, he won’t do anything. And Max is just as drunk as he is.“

After a few minutes, Max and Lando came over, just by the look in Lando’s eyes you could see that he wasn’t on this earth anymore, but somewhere in his drunken mind. Max had to hold Lando up and looked at you with a pleading look, you knew what to do, so you got up and got to Lando’s side. You linked under his arms and walked with him to the bar, ordering two waters, you sat him down on the barstool and tried to get him to drink it.

”Lando, come on. Drink this for me.“

”Wh… s‘thats?“

You knew if you told him it was water, he wouldn’t drink it, so you had to come up with some lies.

”It’s pure vodka, I have one too! Let’s see who can down it first? The winner gets to drink the glass of the other.“

You lifted the other glass, but it wasn’t meant for you, it was also meant for him, maybe this race thing made him drink it.

”Su..re.“

So he lifted the glass to his lips, just as you did and he gulped it down, while you took tiny sips of yours.

”Won!“

”Yes Lando, you beat me! You wanna have mine?“

He only nodded and grabbed your glass and downed it too. Good. At least there is some water in him now. He looked at the guy behind the bar and yelled: ”Can I have something strong?“ or at least he tried, it all sounded like gibberish, but the guy understood and was about to start working on making him a drink but you lifted your hand towards him.

”Hey Lando, look! Max is dancing silly.“

While you held onto his sleeve, so he wouldn’t fall while turning around you talked to the guy.

”Listen, can you just pretend to make him something and can it be a water with some coke, so he thinks he‘s drinking some coke mixture? He‘s had enough.“

The bartender nodded and got to work, while Lando was crackling beside you, apparently, he saw something funny, but when you looked around you saw nothing but his friends dancing normally. He was a completely different person when he was drunk.

When he turned around again, the bartender just put the glass of water with a spritz of coke on the surface. With a bright grin, Lando took it in his hand and took a big sip. This guy was trying to blackout or something.

”Babe… toilet… pee.“

He tried to point to the toilets but pointed in a completely different direction, so you got up and pulled on his T-shirt to get him to stand up too, you had to carry him to the toilets and waited in front of his stall for him to finish his business, but when you heard him gag, you pushed open the door and saw a kneeling Lando.

”Shit Lando, why didn’t you say anything.“

You sat next to him and stroked his back while he emptied his stomach. To be honest? You were happy he was puking right now, at least he would be a little more sober afterwards. When he was finished, you lifted him back up and checked for any spills on his T-shirt, but luckily there weren’t any and he only went to the sink to wash his hands and his mouth. You both went back to the lounge and sat down, you held his drink out to him and he took it, carefully sipping the drink. He looked at you and his eyes looked a little clearer now, but what happened next, was something you kinda saw coming but kinda didn’t.

”Is this.. water?“

”No, look, it’s a really heavy mixture, the coke is almost see-through.“

”Y/N, I know water when I taste it, why are you trying to give me such bullshit.“

”Because you’re drunk, and you should slow down.“

”Who are you to tell me what to do, huh?“

”Someone who doesn’t like your drunk side.“

”Then maybe you shouldn’t be with me“, before you could say or do anything else, he got up and left the lounge, getting lost in the crowd.

Now his birthday was ruined, at least for you. You loved birthdays from family and friends, especially Lando’s, you had planned this day for weeks, organizing everything, down to the last detail and now you sat in the lounge, waiting for it to end. You were mad but mostly sad, you just hoped he would slow down on alcohol and sober up, but you knew it wouldn’t happen.

Every now and then a girlfriend of drivers and friends would show up and talk to you, but you mostly sat by yourself in the lounge, waiting for Lando to come back and apologize. You tried to spot Lando in the crowd, but it was impossible, the club was packed with friends and family of his, and because of the flickering light, they all kind of looked the same.

When Max joined you, you knew it was bad.

”Y/N… I hate to say it, but… I‘m drunk.“

You chuckled.

”I know Maxie, where’s P?“

”I..I don’t know, lost her a while ago, probably dancing really sexy somewhere.“

”Then why are you here, shouldn’t you be dancing with her?“

”No.. Lando is piss drunk and people are leaving… he won’t drink water.“

”I know, but we will leave soon, don’t worry.“

”But he is… rude, make him.. uhm nice again.“

”He‘s rude to me too, tomorrow he‘ll be fine.“

Suddenly Max got up.

”Come on.. I‘ll bring you to Bob.“

You thought it was funny how he slurred his words, due to him being drunk, he probably thought he was saying things perfectly fine but it wasn’t the case.

He held out his hand for you to take and you did, when you also stood and Max started walking, he was swaying from side to side, no longer being able to walk straight anymore. Hand in hand you walked with Max to where you assumed was Lando, he was sitting at the bar. Sitting wasn’t the right word, he was more like hanging over the bar, it didn’t even look comfortable. The club was almost empty now, a few drunk people were dancing or sitting at the bar as well, but it emptied quickly. Lando turned around and saw Max and you, his features darkened rapidly, oh oh. You immediately let go of Max‘s hand and patted his arm, walking the last few meters to Lando by yourself.

”Should we go home?“

”You…. NO!“

His loud scream scared you, and some people turned to see what was going on.

”Lan, come on, you’re causing a scene.“

”I.. am? You’re with Max.“

”He only brought me to you, because I couldn’t find you. Come on, let’s go outside“, but he only turned around and looked towards the bartender again.

”Another!“, and he pointed to his still full glass.

”Man, I think you should slow down.“

”You don’t tell me what to do! You do your job.“

You decided it was enough, this was a poor bartender who could run to the next tabloid and talk about how bad Lando Norris is.

With one last step, you stood directly next to him and grabbed under his arms, to pull him up. He was wonky on his feet and grabbed your waist when he was about to fall.

”You’re a bad bartender… Y/N, tell him to make me another drink!“

”You’re next drink is outside, let’s go yeah?“

Lando nodded and you looked at the bartender, who was looking shocked and you muttered a quiet ’Sorry‘ before walking with Lando out of the club.

”Where’s the drink?“

”At the hotel, should we go there?“

”You set me up!“

”What? No! If you want you can have a drink there, but I’m tired and you should sleep soon too. It’s almost five am, Lando please.“

”You’re a bitch!“

A few people were standing outside, waiting for a cab or smoking, they all looked at Lando and were shocked about his behavior, just like you. Tears were forming in your eyes, but you could hold them back, you didn’t want to cry in front of his friends. You had a few fights when he was drunk but he never called you a bitch before.

”Excuse me?“

”That’s what you are! There’s no drink, you lied to me. I want a drink, I‘m going back in.“

”Lando, no! Please.“

Now he got closer to you, standing right before you and he was angry. He was pointing fingers at you, ”You’re a bitchy bitch, let me have fun on my birthday, but no! Y/N is coming to ruin the day, as always. I‘m not allowed to have fun, not even on my birthday. You’re the meanest person ever, my party is in full swing and you’re moping because I‘m having fun“, you tried to push him away, to distance yourself a little, you didn’t want him to come any closer, not in this state.

”The Party is over, Lando. Let’s go back to the hotel, please.“

But he ignored you and walked back in, with a big sigh, you leaned against the wall and waited a few minutes. You needed to calm down too, being called a bitch by the human you loved most, hurt, it hurt like a bitch. Hah, pun, because of bitch..

You knew he was drunk, but it wasn’t really an excuse, he shouldn’t think about you like that, even when drunk. After a few minutes, you went back in for the hunt for Lando. He was probably sitting somewhere at the bar and that was where you first went.

He was slouched, again, and you had no energy left to fight with him.

”I‘m going back to the hotel, I don’t care if you sit here for the rest of the week or if you come with me. I won’t come and get you in a few minutes when you decide I’m right.“

Of course, you cared if he came back, but you knew this would make him come with you faster, he was like a little child.

”Fine! But only if I get another drink.“

With a sigh you nodded and looked at the bartender, it was the same one, that did the waters for you earlier, he knew what to do, mix water with some random sirup and act like it’s alcohol. The orange-looking drink was downed by Lando and he said nothing, he got up and forcefully grabbed your arm to stabilize himself.

”Ouch.. Lando, you’re hurting me.“

But he didn’t do anything and just started walking towards the entrance.

”Lando, loosen your grip, it really hurts.“

”Shut up, I don’t care.“

Now your eyes were filling with tears, this wasn’t the Lando you knew and loved, he was some other person that you didn’t like. Your arm was hurting but you carried him outside, and when he was leaning against the wall he let go of your arm. You were sure it would leave a bruise.

You waited five minutes for a cab and both of you got in, once it stopped, you told the driver the address and he started driving, during that drive, Lando tried to touch you on your thigh, getting closer to your private area, but you weren’t in the mood. You pushed his hands away and he pouted, trying it again just a few seconds later. You gave him a stern look, but he didn’t care, he kept on doing what he was doing and you endured it. You weren’t ashamed or disgusted by his touch, but you weren’t feeling it. In his drunk mind, he didn’t get it, so he continued. The drive was only ten minutes long, so when you got out and carried Lando up to the room, you were ready for some peace, but luck wasn’t on your side today.

Lando was trying to kiss you and when you turned your head away for the fourth time, he was ready to fight.

”What is your fucking problem?“

”I don’t want to have sex right now, I’m not in the mood.“

”But I am!“

”Go and take a shower or something.“

”Not only are you a bitch, but a boring girl too! You won’t even have sex with me, what kind of girlfriend does that?“

”Lando, please, calm down. Take a deep breath and go to sleep, we‘ll talk about it in the morning.“

”I don’t want to take any of your fucking breathes, they’re useless, just like you. You can’t even pleasure me.“

You tried to stay calm and don’t let the words get to you, but they hit a spot and tears were slowly escaping your eyes.

”Look at you! You’re crying because you can’t take the truth, I’d rather fuck an oompaloompa instead of you.“

You turned around and walked away from him, you tried to get to the bathroom and lock yourself in, give him time to cool down, but he was faster.

”You do not run away from me when I‘m talking.“

”Lando, who are you? My Lando wouldn’t talk to me like that.“

”Your Lando grew tired of you.“

”Just go to sleep, I know you don’t mean any of these things you’re saying right now.“

He scoffed and sat down on the bed, at least something. You quickly changed in the bathroom and removed your makeup, you didn’t do the full skincare routine, you were tired, psychically but mostly mentally. When you came out of the bathroom, Lando was also changed, well, he removed his clothing and was only wearing his boxershorts. On a normal occasion, you would jump his bones and things would get steamy but today, you wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

You sat down on your side of the bed and sighed, this was a night to forget.

”Don’t sigh that loud, the party was your idea. If you can’t handle me drunk, then don’t organize a fucking party for me.“

”I wanted to be nice and organize something you like. Because all of a sudden, you meet these new people and you love parties, just four years ago, you told me how much you hated going out and rather stay in with me.“

”People change, you’re just acting out because you don’t want to see me happy.“

”I want to see you happy! But are you only happy when you’re drunk and partying?“

”You don’t make me happy anymore, so yes.“

Wow, you knew he was angry and this was the anger speaking out of him. He wanted to hurt you and he knew how he could.

”Lando, I don’t think you know what you are saying right now, so it’s better if you sleep and we talk tomorrow.“

”You’re just scared that I‘ll break up with you because without me, you would be a nobody. You wouldn’t have the luxurious life you have now.“

Now you sighed and looked at your fingers, this was a big insecurity of yours. He was right, without him you would still be in your boring job and stuck in your old life, but you liked your new job at quadrant, the traveling you get to do with

Lando and seeing new places all over the world. The idea that Lando could break up with you, was something you carried around every day.

”You don’t even have an answer to that, do you? Because I‘m right.“

”Lando please, you’re hurting me, you’re very mean right now.“

You felt as if you were discussing with a thirteen-year-old teenager.

”You were mean earlier when you brought me water.“

”I only want the best for you, can’t you see that?“

”If you would truly love me, you wouldn’t have given me water.“

”I love you so much! Don’t ever doubt that, but I just wanted you to remember the night.“

He completely ignored your comment and kept going.

”Maybe I should find a new girlfriend, that wouldn’t betray me like that.“

God, you couldn’t believe he was saying such things only because of some water, but he was piss drunk and probably didn’t even know the love he normally felt for you.

”I can just look through my DMs, you have no idea how many girls write me every day.“

He was hitting all of your spots and he knew it, you didn’t know if his drunk mind was trying to get you back for the water, or if he actually meant it, drunk words, sober thoughts, right?

You got up and got dressed again, you couldn’t endure his words anymore, you had to leave for the night, and give him time to cool down.

”What are you doing?“

”I‘m going to sleep somewhere else, you’re hurting me and you said it yourself, when I ever feel like I’m not welcome somewhere, I don’t have to feel the need to stay - so I’m not staying.“

”So you’re leaving me?“

”Only for the night.“

You gathered new clothes and your toiletries before packing everything in your backpack.

”I‘ll get a new room or something, you sober up and maybe think about your actions. I‘ll be back at some point.“

”Pathetic, you’re running away from me.“

”I‘m not runni-“

”And to think that I was going to propose to you soon, I‘m so happy you showed me your true colors.“

Your heart sunk, a proposal? It made sense, you‘ve been together for years, and everything went well, normally. You two were in love.

”Lando please, it’s only about a water, you’re acting like I cheated.“

He sat up and glared at you, ”It feels like it, you cheated on me when you gave me that water. It was my birthday, I‘m supposed to enjoy that, not drinking water.“

”We’re running around in circles, I’m leaving and you get back to me when you’re sober and know what you’re talking about.“

”I wouldn’t have thought that you would ever run away from me.“

”I‘m giving us space before we say things we don’t mean, or I say things I don’t mean, you already said things.“

”Only true things.“

Without another word, you grabbed your backpack and put it on back, walking towards the door, giving the room one last glance, to see if you collected everything for the night.

”Lay on your side at least, I don’t want you to choke on your own vomit“, even when he said such mean things to you, you still cared.

”I wish I‘d never asked you to be my girlfriend, then I would’ve fucked a random girl into oblivion and I wouldn’t have blue balls right now. In fact, I wish I‘d never even met you, I‘d have a more stress-free life.“

Before he could say anything else, you opened the door and rushed through it. These words were hurting you badly, did he mean them? Without trying to think about it, you made your way down to the reception to ask for a room, and luckily they had one available in that you could move in right away. The receptionist did look at you weirdly and asked if she could help, but you declined and only said you just needed a new room.

When you moved in and laid on the bed, all you could think about was the words Lando said to you, what if it was true? What if you‘d never met Lando, maybe he’d be happier now, not angry at you for giving you water. It’s stupid, because of a damn water. You were sure if he had drunk any more alcohol, he would be black-out drunk right now, maybe that would’ve been better than trying to get him to sober up. There was no right or wrong here, you just hoped he was back to normal when he woke up. If he felt sorry he definitely had to do better than just apologizing, but you needed time, a lot of time. Being called a bitch by your boyfriend wasn’t something that was okay in any way. You were scared of what the day would bring after you woke up, either he would understand his mistakes or both of you would be single.

You tried to fall asleep, but your thoughts drifted back to Lando, was he sleeping? Was he vomiting? Hopefully, he didn’t vomit in his sleep and choked on it. You watched some Netflix and while doing that, you finally fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up in a cold bed, the bed always felt cold without Lando in it, and with all the things he said to you, you still missed him. Your phone was pinging with messages and they were from Lando and some of your friends. First, you looked at Lando’s and saw what he had to say.

When he was trying to call you, you thought about answering, but you wanted to let him cook a little longer. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted him to hurt a little too, all the ugly things he said to you weren’t something lightly, and even because he was drunk, it wasn’t something you should use as an excuse.

Next, you looked at your friends‘ texts.

Shit. You didn’t know there were pictures taken, so not only did you have the situation with Lando, but now it was public and you seemed like the bad guy, when you did nothing wrong, you only gave him water to sober up.

But eventually, you couldn’t contain your anger towards him and you were scared of the conversation, after an hour of ignoring his texts and calls, you got ready and gathered your things before going to your old room. You unlocked the door and Lando stood in the room.

”Y/N! Where have you been? I was super worried,“ he ran to hug you, but you didn’t hug him back, you only stood straight and waited for him to be done. He tried to kiss you next but you only turned your head to the side, so his lips grazed your cheek.

”Are you okay? Why are you not kissing me back?“

”We should sit down.“

He looked at you confused but sat down on the bed and waited for you to say the next thing.

”The last thing you remember from yesterday was you puking?“

He nodded.

”You got more drunk after, and well, you were pretty hurtful towards me.“

”What did I say?“

”You called me a bitch, said you wish you never met me, then you wouldn’t have such a boring life or made me your girlfriend, said I can’t pleasure you, you were rude to the bartenders, should I go on?“

”That wasn’t me.“

You scoffed, of course, it was him. You pulled out your phone and opened the link your friend sent you of the article.

”If you tell me, this isn’t you and me, then I believe you.“

He looked at the article with big eyes and was stuttering, clearly, he didn’t expect there to be pictures of the situation.

”But why were we fighting? Everything was perfect.“

”Yeah, until you were too drunk and I tried to give you water to sober up, you noticed and freaked out. Called me a bitch and all that, when I finally dragged you to the hotel, you said that you never should’ve met me.“

He got up and walked through the room, ”all because of water?“

You nodded and looked outside the window with the beautiful view on the strip.

”Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that, you have to trust me.“

But you said nothing and kept looking out the window, you knew this was coming, but you were too hurt to let it slide.

”Y/N, please. You’re not a bitch, you’re my angel. I love you so much.“

”Drunken words, sober thoughts, remember.“

”You know how angry I get at things when I’m drunk, do you remember the time I yelled at Max for standing too close to the drinks? Because of stupid things, I get angry. I didn’t mean anything I said.“

”Doesn’t justify it, Lando I’m sorry but I don’t know if I’ll stay in Vegas, I wish it turned out different but you really fucking hurt me.“

”No! Y/N! You can’t leave me, I need you. We planned so many cool things in Las Vegas.“

”Maybe, but I didn’t think you would hurt me that much.“

He sat down and grabbed your hand, you let him, after all, you loved him.

”You have to believe me, baby, I didn’t mean anything I said. I love how cared for me and tried to give me water, I’ll never drink again, I promise!“, he tugged a loose piece of hair behind your ear and grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

”Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think you’re taking this seriously Lando. You called me a bitch, drunk or not, this is something that came out of your mouth!“, now you were the one that got up and released yourself from his touch.

”I am! I just think we should forget about it, because, clearly, I wasn’t me.“

With a huff, you went and grabbed your bag.

”Think about what you did, I need to go, maybe you were right, maybe we never should’ve met, maybe this relationship was supposed to last for a few years, but not forever and always.“

”Wait Y/N, don-“, but before he could continue, you were out the door and in the hallway. Slowly you walked to the elevator and waited for him to run after you, but he didn’t. The door stayed closed, no matter how long you stared at it and waited for it opened. With tears in your eyes, you waited for the elevator and it took you to the lobby.

You had no plan for where you were going, you just walked. You wanted him to think about the things and realize this isn’t something that he can fix with an easy ’I‘m sorry‘. You walked for at least an hour before resting in a small café near the strip, you prayed that there were no fans of Lando, normally you loved meeting the faces behind the edits, but today you needed your peace. You ordered your favorite beverage and checked your phone, not one call or text from

Lando appeared on the screen, instead millions of messages from Instagram. Private messages, comments, tagged pictures and videos, the list goes on and on. You had even received messages from your and Lando’s parents, yours were worried about you and wanted to know what happened, same as Lando’s. They also told you they couldn’t reach Lando and wanted to know if he was okay. This was all too much, you wish you threw this damn party, then you would be happy with Lando right now. You hated fighting, especially with Lando. After sitting there for at least thirty minutes, you decided it was time to talk about it, you couldn’t endure the unknown anymore, you needed to know what would happen with your relationship.

Once again you held the plastic card against the door and the red light turned green, you opened it and were welcomed with a big bouquet of flowers. You walked further into the room but couldn’t find Lando, instead, you saw two bigger boxes sitting on the bed next to a piece of paper, you sat down and read.

’My dear angel,

I‘m sorry I hurt you, it never was my intention to do so. I know being drunk isn’t an accuse of actions and I’m not saying that anymore, what I did was stupid, you’re not a bitch, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I am so glad I met you that day, because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be nearly as happy as I am. You pleasure me just perfectly, I don’t think that there was a day in these five years where I wasn’t ready to fuck you, by just looking at you. Yes, even in your sweats and with your bun on top of your head.

If I could turn back time, I would. My behavior was unacceptable, and it’ll never happen again, I promise. I love how you cared for me, and kept on trying to give me water, and rubbing my back while I was puking all over the toilet, that’s true love.

I‘m giving you space, take as much time as you need, I’ll wait. If you want to go home, just text me and I’ll book the next available flight home, whether it’s Monaco or your actual home, you won’t even see me, if you don’t want to. But if you’re able to give me another chance, in the two boxes next to you, are things I know you wanted for some time now. I‘m not trying to buy my way back to you, just know I did this to show that I care about you. I have made a reservation in the restaurant you desperately wanted to go to, but it was all booked out. Being a driver comes in handy I guess. I‘ll wait for you. The reservation is at 8:00 pm, don’t feel the need to come, it’s fine if you need more time, I can’t blame you, it’s all my fault.

I‘m sorry, I love you.

Yours.‘

He could be actually really sweet. You dropped the letter on the bed and got up to face the boxes, you first opened the smaller one, in there were your favorite shoes, in that color you wanted. You‘ve been in Lando’s ears for months, that you want to buy them, but you were too stingy. You turned them around in your hands and admired them, they were beautiful. A small smile fell over your face.

Next, you opened the bigger box and pulled the material out, that was wrapped in satin paper. It was a designer dress that you loved, you saw it some time ago when you were window shopping with Lando and you couldn’t get it out of your head. The price was way too much tho, and you forbid Lando to buy it for you, I guess he didn’t listen. You looked back to the flowers and admired them as well, he did go all out. The anger was still there and you were ready to have a screaming match with him, but you felt a little better, the walk also helped clearing your head.

The time on your phone showed you, that it was already 6:32 pm. You thought about just leaving and taking the space you needed, but you couldn’t dump him in this expensive ass restaurant. You were angry, but not cruel.

So you put on your makeup, doing your hair and lastly you put on the dress, it fitted you like a glove, it better does, it costs way too much money for the amount of fabric that goes into it. You looked at your new sneakers, but you couldn’t wear them to this expensive ass dress, so you went with your normal heels. Seeing it was already 8:02 pm, and you had only now left the room, you were going to be late. But he deserved it, you were going to meet him, but you could be a little late. He was definitely sweating already because you weren’t there yet.

You took a taxi to bring you to the restaurant and because of the Grand Prix, the streets were closed and it took longer than normal to get there. Now it was 8:19 pm and you only got to the outside of the building. The elevator was taking you up to the last floor and the waitress waiting at the front desk was welcoming you with a smile. She brought you to the table where Lando was sitting, when he saw you, his eyes lit up and he stood up to greet you. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and you both sat down.

”I‘m glad you came.“

”I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.“

”Oh.“

”What Oh? Lando please,“ you tried to keep your voice calm, so others wouldn’t shift their attention to you, ”You said things that clearly upset me, you can be happy that I’m here. I don’t think a lot of people would do that.“

”I‘m sorry, I didn’t think yo-“

”You didn’t think, seems like you’re not doing that a lot lately.“

Before Lando could answer, a waiter came to you and you ordered your drinks.

”I‘m really sorry, you have to believe me. My behavior wasn’t okay, and it won’t happen again. I promise.“

You said nothing and kept quiet, you didn’t want to forgive him already, he should feel the pain you felt.

”Thank you for the clothes,“ came out of your mouth after you got your drinks and ordered your food. You may be mad, but he still paid hella money for the things.

”You only deserve the best, you know that.“

You nodded. The silence was loud and both of you didn’t know what to say, that never had happened before, normally you always have something to talk about.

”Baby, what do I need to do, that you forgive me? I‘m really sorry. I‘ll do whatever.“

You grabbed his hand that laid on the table.

”I need time, I won’t leave, but I can’t jump back into how we were before the party. Just give me time and you need time to reflect on everything too. Just because I’m staying doesn’t mean it’s fine, neither am I. I love you so much, but you hurt me big time, you humiliated me in front of our friends and tabloids. I need you to be a good boyfriend.“

”I‘m so sorry, it never was my intention to hurt you, nor publicly. I hate myself for letting this get out of hand, I don’t know why I was acting that way, I just know that it’ll never happen again. You have to trust me with that.“

He squeezed your hand and looked at you, you could clearly see how sorry he was. He was embarrassed and you could feel it, he was acting all shy and didn’t really know what to do, he'd never been like that before.

Your food came and it was enjoyed in mostly silence, a few comments about the food or view you had up here, were made, but you both were stuck in your own mind.

The walk to the hotel was silent as well, you were walking next to each other but without touching, it was awful. It has never been that stiff between you two, so when you stood in the elevator that brought you up to your floor, you couldn’t endure this feeling anymore. You hugged and squeezed him tight.

”I love you, okay? We‘ll work it through and we‘ll be okay, don’t worry.“

You looked up at him and pressed your lips to his, he was melting down in your touch and finally relaxing a bit.

”But you also said something else while you were drunk.“

Lando feared the worst.

”You want to propose?“

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delimeats-000 · 6 months

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Just the Editor

summary: chris teasing the podcast editor takes a little turn

warnings: language, make outs, dry humping

requested.

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im editing a podcast for THE sturniolo triplets. this is big, like huuge. these guys got me through senior year of hs, and now im their editor, like wtf.

on the set beyond the wall that divides us i can hear the guys laughing with one another.

they’ve been recording for about 2 and a half hours. they should be done soon and come check the final product of the last pod i edited.

soon enough they finish their current recording and come to the editors office.

“Hey y/n/n.” nick says.

“Hey nick.” i get out of my chair to hug him and greet the other boys. “Im pretty much done if you guys wanna take a peek on the last episode.”

“Oh i have a meeting with madi and laura that matts gonna drive me to.” nick hesitates. “If chris is up for it he can stay and watch.”

“Yeah i can come pick him up after the meeting.” matt chimes in.

“Ok sounds good.”

no it doesn’t, two of three triplets gone leaving me with the third that i just so happen to be absolutely smitten over.

matt interrupts my thoughts, “Alright cool. We’ll be back.”

“Be good Chris.” nick laughs before heading out the door and closing it behind him.

i turn to face chris. i hope to god he doesn’t see how nervous i am.

“Ok so you ready?”

“Uhh yeah, you got pepsi?”

“Yeah there should be some in the fridge downstairs.”

“You wanna lead me over there? Please?”

“Of course.” i stand up and quickly walk to the foor opening it for him.

“No no, ladies first.” he winks.

fuck.

“Thanks.” wtf, THANKS, dumbass.

he laughs tho, ok cool, play it cool.

we walk down the stairs and into the kitchen in silence.

“Do you want one or two?” i say bent over in the fridge reaching for his pepsi. he steps close behind me, resting his hand on my lower back.

“Lemme get two, just in case.”

“ok.” i feel weak, his hand feels so firm and strong.

compared to the cold room i was in his hand is hot and the temperature change makes me shiver.

“Are you ok?” he asks as i stand up.

“Yeah just cold.”

“Here take my sweatshirt.”

before i can decline the offer he’s already taking it off revealing a wife beater that lifts halfway up his torso as the sweatshirt comes off. my eyes go wide and i dont get the chance to fix my expression before he notices the blush on my face.

he laughs softly, “Here goof, put it on.”

i take the sweater and put it on.

“You look good.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, lets go watch the pod.”

“Yeah.”

my face is most definitely flushed, im hot, genuinely burning up and the sweater is making this worse now, but it smells so good. i cant take it off, not yet.

“Ok here you go.” i pass him my laptop and headphones so he can watch the pod on the loveseat in the office.

“Yo, you’re not gonna watch with me?”

“Uh, i guess i can.”

he scoots over and hands me the other headphone. he presses play. i cant even focus on the video in front of me, all i can think about is the fine ass man right next to me. shoulder to shoulder i swear i can feel his heart beat. there’s no way in hell im playing this cool. i just know im shaking. please god dont let him notice.

but he does anyways.

he pauses the video, “Is everything ok.”

i dont want to look him in the eyes, im gonna give it up. “Mhm, yeah.”

“Look at me.” he says quiet and gentle. but i dont look.

he grabs my face turning me towards him.

“I said look at me.”

he’s serious this time, his tone still quiet but now firm.

“Sorry.” i mumble.

“Shh, don’t apologize.” a smile grows on his face. “Whats on your mind?”

i shrug, struggling to make eye contact.

“Tell me, baby.”

im sure he could see the shock on my face because his subtle smirk turned into a soft chuckle.

“you’re pretty, chris.”

“You think so?”

i nod my head quickly.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” he leans closer. “Can i kiss you?”

i nod once more before his lips land on mine.

he starts slow speeding up the kiss getting more rough. his tongue now caressing mine. he slowly runs his hand down to my neck and lets the other rest on my hip.

his sloppy kisses lead down my neck and i feel him leaving his mark. i let out a moan from the sharp pain, as i reach to grab his hair.

he bites harder making me let out another moan before he lets go, breathing hard he says, “Keep moaning for me, baby.”

“Yes sir.” i say as he goes back to making out with me.

i straddle his waist taking control grinding on his dick feeling the bulge grow larger.

“Fuck. Ke-keep going.”

now kissing down his neck and grinding against his hard cock, ive got him moaning for me.

then.

there’s a knock.

“Heeeyy.”

its nick. he opens the door to me struggling to get off chris. chris is completely unfazed as im absolutely embarrassed.

“Chris.”, matt laughs. “You didn’t.”

Nicks jaw completely dropped he turns around and walks out of the room.

Matt daps up chris before leaving too.

Chris stands up walking towards me, “Call me ok?”

i nod and he kisses my cheek before heading out the door.

i fall back onto the loveseat in utter disbelief.

“He forgot his sweatshirt.”

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dialogue key: nick - matt - chris - y/n

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EDIT: Pt 2 Out Now

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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since you’re literally my FAVOURITE matt murdock writer, i had to slip this by you :’) <3

high pain tolerance bf vs “noo i got a papercut” gf trope pls

Nonny, you are way too sweet!! :'') I love this!! TBH, I've had this written probably for a few months on my phone, but I ended my day with a nasty paper cut, and it reminded me to post! I hope you like it!

Tolerance (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Warning: Fluff and sweet domesticity, canon-typical injuries/Matt getting patched up

“Almost done, Matty,” you tell him as you work to stitch up the wound on his side.

“It’s really not that bad—it didn’t need stitches,” he tries to insist.

“Matthew, I can literally see inside of you,” you sigh. “Don’t go Monty Python on me.”

“I’ve been in worse scrapes, and you know that.”

“I do know that, and I don’t like that you’ve been in worse scrapes.”

“I have been more careful, though.”

“I appreciate it. But shut up.”

“Argumentative.”

“Badgering!”

“You’re doing the badgering, angel.”

“And you’re being argumentative,” you counter as you tie off his wound.

“I see my legal skills have rubbed off on you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smirk, kissing his forehead. “I’m just glad you’re back down to your normal amount of holes now.”

You watch as the confusion dances across Matt’s face, absorbing the weirdness of your statement before you notice him slip into careful thought as he goes over his anatomy.

“Was . . . Was that supposed to be a compliment or insult?” he tries.

You begin to giggle uncontrollably before you lean over to kiss the top of his head, moving to gather all the scraps from patching him up.

“Compliment,” you clarify. “My big, strong, brave Daredevil is all patched up.”

“Sweetheart—.”

“Don’t brush off your nightly beatings like you’re being tickled with a feather duster. You have an unusually high pain tolerance.”

“That part is the Catholicism,” he says with a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, yeah, either way, you should see a medical professional about that brain of yo—hmmm!” you whimper.

“(Y/N)?” Matt asks, snapping his attention toward you, doing his best to get up as fast as he can with his wounds restricting him.

“‘M okay.”

“Not with that whine.” He grunts and shuffles his way over toward you, his hand wrapping around your own that covers your wound. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It really hurts,” you mutter, keeping your head tilted down.

“What happened?”

You stay quiet.

“(Y/N)—.”

“Paper cut,” you grumpily admit.

“You . . . Got a paper cut?”

“It’s big and it’s deep and it’s not in a good spot!” you whine. Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Matty, it’s not funny, it really hurts!”

“Need me to kiss it better?”

“Well, I’m not opposed, but not if you’re gonna laugh at me!”

“I could never laugh at you, angel, just the things you do and how you make me feel.” He exposes the cut and lifts your hand to his lips for a soft, sweet kiss. “Does that feel better?”

“A little,” you admit. “It really stings. And I’ll have you know that I put up with a hell of a lot of pain for a week every month just to have your babies one day!”

An amused smile pulls across his lips.

“You just said—!” you start.

“You wanna have my babies?” he asks as the smile on his face grows even bigger, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated happiness.

“Well . . . Yeah. I love you, Matt, and I’d be a big fat liar if I said I didn’t think about our future together.”

“How about when my ribs are in better shape and any superfluous holes have closed, we get some baby-making practice in.”

You feel your face grow hot as you blush deeply.

“You’re so cute when you’re bashful,” he hums, angling his head so he can kiss you.

“You know, Mr. Super-sense, if you weren’t covered in holes . . . !” Your mouth turns into an angry pucker as you try to think of where you were going the insult of your sentence.

“Yeah, angel?” What a punk, he is.

“Just shut up and kiss me, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles brightly, bringing his lips to yours, cradling your head with his hand.

You happily return his embraces, getting carried away and lost in his lips before you manage to pull back. “There goes that blood loss, taking control of your mouth again,” you blush as his hands happily settle on your waist. “Let’s get you to bed before I have to give Claire a buzz, hm? I can only patch up holes in your body so well.”

Another soft chuckle escapes his lips as he kisses your again before turning and letting you guide him to the mattress and tuck him in so he can get a few hours sleep before he goes to defend his city once more, albeit in a less physical capacity.

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bigwishes · 5 months

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I would love to be forced to carry some heavy weight. You know. Like some really heavy shit. Be forced to have some real pressure on me. I’m willing to be cursed for anything. Do what you will. I’m yours. 😈

Ya wanna be strong? carry some heavy weight? some extremely heavy weight? be forced under some extreme pressure? well I think I have the perfect situation for you my friend just be warned there is no going back from this one.

I think I should introduce you to my friend Max, he's your average jock, likes to run, lift, play sports, but he has a little bit of a dark streak. Ya see Max asked me a few days ago to permanently be the boss of a guy, to control his every move, to make him his, for it to be impossible for him to be disobeyed and I think I might give you to him. But not in the way You think.

You wake up only your view is different, its like an out of body experience, like you are astral projecting only you can't move around and you seem to be stuck at the bottom of a bed staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly you are lifted up and moved. The feeling of warm scratchy carpet touches the bottom of you and you feel warm and tingly. You hear a man's voice groan and yawn and suddenly three fingers are down scratching the side of you.

You still can't figure out what's going on and it seems neither can your new owner. You feel weight suddenly press down on you as half of you is lifted up and then pressed back into the ground against the scratchy carpet. Each step is strange, you feel your skin glisten with sweat and you feel whatever you are carrying get ever so slightly heavier. You hear the muttering of a young man checking off his morning to do list and out of curiosity you look up to see not much more than an ankle and the realisation hits. You've been turned into a pair of feet for a young athlete. You can't move on your own and you are forced to follow his command and he walks and moves completely in control, but you feel something strange with each step something he doesn't notice.

After a few hours of him getting ready the scratchy sensation of the carpet changes to cold pressed tile as you were now in his bathroom.

"Fuck why are my feet so sweaty" you hear the man say as he goes to pull on a pair of socks over the top of you.

The course fabric pulled over you cuts off your vision, all you have is feeling now, it feels course and rough but, slowly it becomes wet and slimy as the sweat coming off of you seeps into the fabric and clings to you. You feel yourself tightly squeezed into runners and hear a comment about the shoes being too small. It wasn't long before the sweat you were produced completely tainted the shoes too.

You heard a door close and a sudden bouncing as Max started out his morning job. You felt the weight of his entire body press down on you over and over, but that strange feeling continued, he felt heavier and heavier the more you moved. About half an hour later you could hear Max desperately gasping for air and some worried muttering about what was happening to him. The Jogging turned into casual walking but it wasn't long before you heard a loud rip and the sense of pressure release as you had busted out of the front of his shoes.

"ah fuck" Max said picking up the pace of his walking. A loud welt slapping sound rang out from his every move as the slimy wet shoes slapped against the pavement, a few minutes later and another loud rip, you could see out of a small hole now as his big toe had burst through the front of Max's sock.

You could hear him desperately try and pick up the pace, taking as wide as steps as possible, almost like he was doing the splits with each step on his way home. The weight pressing down on you was almost unbearable, if you weren't specifically built for this purpose you would have been crushed by now but you still ached as you moved the weight with each step.

You heard the jingling of keys and a door open, lifted up on a step and placed straight on the itchy carpet once more, by now the shoes and socks were nothing but ripped pieces of fabric left behind on the street. You felt as the carpet sucked some of the sweat off of you and you could see the cream colour turn a sour yellow as it drank up the sweat. Slowly Max moved his body and you made a loud echoing thud each time you connected with the floor, the weight increasing and getting worse. By now Max was almost swaying side to side with each step and you could hear him out of breath simply walking from the front door to his bedroom.

Max slowly wobbled in front of the mirror and you could finally see the weight you had been carrying around all day.

A giant beast, thick with muscle and covered in hair. He dripped with sweat and the fog of B.O was almost visible and stench radiated off his body. Max sat how on his bed lifting the weight off you and giving you a small break but sweat till poured off you like a waterfall, the sweatiest place on his body.

Max sniffed under his pits and his face turned sour as he turned his head away from the awful smell. You felt yourself lifted up off the ground as Max lifted one of his feet up to rest on his knee. You watched as he learnt forward towards you and he took a sniff, he gagged at the ungodly stench produced by you and stood up. Once again you felt the crushing pressure of this giant pressing down on you. You heard the floorboards under the carpet rumble with every step as he made his way to the bathroom, you heard the loud wet slap as he took steps on the tiling. You ran you under nice warm water which was soothing but you could still feel the sweat pumping out of you. Max tried you off with a nice fluffy towel but you were already wet before you could even reach the ground again, a loud wet slap rang out as you collided with the tile and a few moments later you were half submerged in a pool of salty sweat as a puddle had formed under you.

Max sighed walking out of the bathroom not sure what to do, and with each step you felt the weight on top of you increase slightly more and more.

It seems you both got what you wanted, Max wanted to be the boss of a guy forever and now he has you, unable to deny what he commands you to do, nothing more than an extension of his body.

You wanted to carry a weight and feel the pressure, well every step Max takes will make your wish come more true as each step will cause him to gain 1/4 pound of muscle, constantly getting bigger and bigger to pin you underneath more and more weight. You'll get bigger too, currently size 17 but the bigger he gets the more support he'll need so expect to grow longer and wider as your days as his disgustingly rank feet continue.

I hope you are both very happy together.

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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Got any ideas for the demon bros with an MC who can carry them?

The Demon Bros with an MC who likes to carry them

Demon Bros x Gender Neutral Reader (separately)

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: Mammon being a dumb tsundere, Asmo’s innuendos, Reader is a big strong sweetheart, very brief and small mentions of NSFW

Not fully proof read, let me know if you see any errors!

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns

Lucifer

Oooohhh man

Luci is, to put it bluntly, quite startled the first time you pick him up

He’s used to thinking of humans as these fragile, puny little things

So this was…jarring

“W-What do you think you’re doing, human?!”

He’s used to being the one in charge, being the big domineering force

So to suddenly be made to feel so small and frail is so foreign

It puts butterflies in his stomach in a way he cannot explain and has never experienced before

“Put me down, foolish human! …Why? B-Because I cant have anyone see me like this!”

But he’ll think about it for days after

He won’t ask for you to do it again, but if you do he’ll fight you significantly less

He’ll grumble, but he won’t thrash in surprise

“I don’t understand why you insist on doing this…No, that does not mean put me down. If you like it then…continue.”

Once he gets more comfortable with the idea he’ll start “asking” you to pick him up

I put “asking” in quotes because he’ll really just hug you tight and whine and hope you get what he’s asking

If you don’t, he’ll get frustrated and simply demand it

It feels so nice to be held and carried, to finally be the one being supported

To be lifted off his aching feet and give his body a break

He needs more of that

His favorite time to be held is after a long day

Especially if you carry him to his bed

He’ll cuddle into your chest and cling to you until you put him down

Please stay and lay next to him

Please

Mammon

Nearly shits his pants he’s so scared

“WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLY SHIT! PUT ME DOWN DUMBASS!”

Kicks and flails like you’re holding him over the side of a cliff

Hold him a bit tighter and shush him and he’ll calm down

Only for a few moments though

Then the embarrassment sets in, and his face goes red hot at the close proximity

“Okay, okay! Y-You’ve had yer fun! Now put me down before somethin’ bad happens, ya idiot…”

Crosses his arms and huffs as you put him down

Like Lucifer, he won’t stop thinking about it for days

Won’t do anything in front of his brothers, he couldn’t take the teasing

But in private he’s much more open

He’ll plop himself in your lap and simply demand to be carried

And if you’re alone in the House of Lamentation he loves to be held while you do stuff around the house or just walk around

He’s always looking for an excuse to jump into your arms as well

“I think I saw a demon rat! What? N-No, I’m not scared, I just don’t wanna get bit! Those things are wicked good at hiding, so maybe you should hold me for a while, just in case!”

Likes to be held against your chest the most, but if you throw him over your shoulder (especially if you’re going up to the bedroom for…alone time) he’ll get so flustered his brain shuts down

Give his ass a playful slap too

You’ll have him wrapped around your finger

Leviathan

Nearly flatlines

Red faced immediately

Melts when he looks up to see you smiling down at him

A thousand anime scenes of this scenario are flashing through his head guarantee it

He tries to speak but it just comes out as whimpers and stutters

Physically cannot form words

So instead he gives up on speaking and just throws his arms around your neck

He can’t say a word or look you in the eyes, but he’s definitely not protesting

He might be trembling a bit, though

Don’t worry, it’s good nervousness

You make him nervous in the best way

“O-Oh my stars…I-I didn’t…this is…woah….”

Poor sweet baby is flabbergasted

Assure him he’s okay and that you won’t drop him, and then he’ll calm down a bit

“I’ve imagined being swooped up by a brave hero before, but…this is even better!”

His love language is definitely physical touch, so he enjoys not only being held and cuddles but carried as well

Especially if you talk down to him sweetly

Oh, he’ll look up at you with the most love drunk expression

He’s definitely the most forward about wanting to be held

He’ll sit on your lap or if he’s really desperate even jump up and wrap his legs around you

“Will you, um…p-please carry me? You don’t have to, I-I just…really want to right now…”

He WILL reach up and do the cute little grabby hands

And he WILL say “pwetty pwease” if he has to

He loves his strong human

Satan

One of the more nonchalant reactions

He’s a bit surprised at first, but doesn’t really mind it

“Oh, what are you— Human? Is this some kind of game? …No? Hm, alright then.”

Once he’s ascertained that you don’t need anything and simply wanted to pick him up, he’s done asking questions

As long as you let him read while you hold him bridal style, he’s all good

It’s quite nice, being rocked by your steps and small movements while he gets back into his book

He’ll blush a bit if one of his brothers sees, but he doesn’t care enough to make you put him down

If you have this skill, you may as well use it

And you like carrying him too, so it’s a win-win!

Every once in a while he’ll plant himself on your lap and ask to be carried, but he doesn’t particularly desire it, so he’ll simply wait for you to do it if you’d like

He’ll gladly oblige any time

Asmodeus

Squeals in delight the first time you pick him up

She’s simply giddy with excitement at this newfound ability!

“Oh, human! You’re so strong! You know I loooove being manhandled…”

His mind wanders to the gutter very quickly, so be ready for that

Jumps into your ames whenever he sees you

He’s the shortest/smallest one, so it’s not like it’s particularly jarring or anything

She’s always taking you to stores with her so you can lift her up and help her get stuff from the top shelves

“Oh dear, those shoes are so high up! Could you be a dear and lift me? Pretty please?”

Giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever you lift her

He’s pretty much always clinging to you, even if he doesn’t have a good reason

He’s shameless

And he wants what he wants

And he is going to make it everyone else’s problem until he gets it

So be a good little human and hold her, okay?

Beelzebub

Definitely the most unbothered

Doesn’t even stop eating his snack

It’s a bit odd seeing as he’s used to being the biggest and strongest, but it’s definitely not bad

Doesn’t crave to be held, but also doesn’t dislike it

If you want to carry him, feel free to do whenever you’d like! No need to ask

He trusts you enough to hold him tight without so much as a word

Which is good since 60% of the time he can’t even say words with all that food in his mouth

“You wanna carry me? Uh…can I ask why? ‘Just because?’ Alright then, but I’m not putting down my sandwich, okay?”

He’s pretty good at picking up on emotions, so to him it’s plain as day that it makes you happy

And it makes him to happy to know you’re happy

So he gladly goes along with it

Because why shouldn’t he? It’s not hurting anything

Even if it was, he would readily accept the consequences if it meant seeing you smile

Belphegor

Oh this sleepy motherfucker is IN LOVE

Absolutely melts against you when you pick him up

Sighs happily and shit too

You’re so warm and he feels so secure in your arms, he could sleep here forever!

“Wow, this is so comfy…how much would I have to pay you to get carried around all day?”

You’ll gladly do it for free, don’t worry Belphie

He likes when you carry him while you walk, the steady movements of your steps lull him to sleep

90% of the time he’s asleep within the first two minutes of being held

He’s the best at asking to be held or carried to

“Hey, human, ‘m getting sleepy. Would you hold me until I fall asleep? I can’t get comfortable without you.”

Bonus points if you hum him a lullaby

He’ll fall asleep with a smile on his face

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m-writes-stories · 7 months

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The KC Couple Pt 7

Week 1 - 9/7 vs Detroit Lions

Word Count: 2197

Warnings: language, talk about pregnancy, talk about weight and feeling overweight

WEDNESDAY NIGHT (NIGHT BEFORE THE GAME)

You could hear Travis groaning as he made his way to the couch. “Are you ok baby?” you asked him. “It just fucking hurts. How the fuck did I get this hurt from a non-contact injury?” he responded. “I don’t know baby, come sit down.” Travis sat down next to you. You laid your head down on his lap. “How are you feeling mama?” he asked you as he brushed your hair with his fingers. “My back hurts a bit, I had heartburn earlier, I feel like I could sleep for days. But other than that I’m good.” “How big is our baby this week?” “The size of a pomegranate.” “When can we find out the gender?” “My mom will be here next Wednesday for our appointment to find out so we can’t know.” “And why can’t we know?” “So it is a surprise for the Gender Reveal Party. It is just a thing. We aren’t supposed to know so we are gonna let my mom find out at the appointment instead of us.” You slowly started to fall asleep. “I’m gonna watch some film. Is that ok?” Travis asks you. “Yeah, I’m probably gonna fall asleep.” “Ok, sleep well baby.”

Travis watched film for about an hour, before deciding to get up and get ready for the game the following day. He lifted your head slightly and moved a pillow under it. You knew he would be needing to get ready. You slept for about another hour and a half before deciding to get up. You could hear Travis moving around upstairs. You slowly headed upstairs, you stood in the doorway watching him go around the room, frantically looking for things. “Hey, handsome, you need some help?” “Yeah, do you know where my AirPods are? And my red long sleeve practice shirt? And–” “Slow down, handsome. Your AirPods are downstairs charging, I plugged them in this morning. Your long sleeve practice shirt is in your locker. I remember seeing it yesterday when I came by.” “I’m sorry. I’m stressed for tomorrow.” “Why are you stressed?” “Because I’m not playing and I feel bad because I have a non-contact practice injury. I should be playing tomorrow.” But you are not. So take a second to chill and breathe. It’s almost 11pm. Let’s get ready for bed, I’m getting sleepy.” “Ok mama, let’s get you to sleep.”

THURSDAY MORNING (DAY OF THE GAME)

You woke up the next morning, with Travis not in bed. You checked your phone and the time said 8:39. Yout got out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. You saw Travis making pancakes. “Hi, baby. Did you sleep good?” “No, your child sat on my bladder all night. I think I got up like 5 times to pee last night,” you said, walking over to him wrapping your arms around his bare torso. You had one of Travis’s old practice shirts on and a pair of underwear. Travis’s shirt going down to mid-thigh. Travis had a pair of shorts on, as he got pretty hot at night.

“Do you want chocolate chips in your pancakes today?” Travis asked you as he kissed the top of your head. “Yes please.” You kissed his chest. You were 5’5’ so Travis was taller than you by a foot. “Ok, pretty girl. As much as I love you hugging me, and I do love it. I need you to move so I can finish breakfast. Do you wanna sit on the counter?” Travis asked you. “I can’t get up there like I used to.” “Pretty girl, I can pick you up and put you in the counter.” “No, you can’t.” “Pretty girl, are you calling yourself too heavy or me not strong enough?” “I weigh too much, your strength isn’t gonna do anything.” “Y/N I don’t want to hear you ever say you are too heavy or fat. Do you hear me? You are perfect. Do you understand?” “But I don’t feel pretty?” “But you are honey. I love you. You are the most beautiful girl ever.” He walked towards you, spreading your legs so he could stand in between them. He grabbed your face with both hands. He leaned in towards you, and kissed you passionately. “I Love you more than anything. More than I like playing football.” “Liar.” “I’m serious. I love you more than I love playing under the prime time lights. You are perfect for me. I love you. And you are pregnant you are supposed to gain weight.” You giggled and looked up at him. “You promise?” “Have I ever lied to you?” He asked, smirking. “No.” “So why would I now?”

Travis and you finished breakfast and headed upstairs to your bedroom. “Trav, what time do you need to head to the stadium?” “I need to be there by 12:45,” he yelled from the bathroom. It was currently 10. You laid back down in your bed. Travis came out of the bathroom and laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. “You should probably get ready to go. Is your bag ready?” You asked him. “Yeah, it's ready. Which is why I am lying here with my wife.” “I should look through it.” “No, you can look through it after a bit. It’s only a 20 minute drive, we have time.

Time Skip

You watched Travis finish getting his shoes on. When finished he walked over to you on the couch. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you in a bit ok?” “Ok, I’ll see you later. I'll probably leave here at 5:30,” you responded. He kissed your lips before grabbing his bag, keys and phone and heading to the door. He has been having a harder time leaving you to go to games. In the past he could leave like 8 hours before the game and be ok. Now, he wants to leave later and later. You haven’t asked him about it cause you wanted to see if it would resolve itself. You were nervous for how he would be the further along you got.

You finished getting ready and headed downstairs to grab the rest of your stuff. You headed out to your car, hoping you wouldn’t catch much traffic. You were leaving almost 30 minutes later than you thought you would. You decided to take a nap shortly after Travis left and woke up later than you had intended. You got to Arrowhead at 6:20. You headed straight into the family area hoping to see Travis before heading up to the suite to get dinner. You texted him that you were there. He came out of the locker room shortly after you texted him. He practically ran towards you. “Travis Michael, you are not supposed to run.” “I know I just had to see you, I missed you.”

“Travis, we should talk.” “What are you divorcing me, what is happening?” “What has been up with you recently?” “What are you talking about?” “You have been leaving later for practice and for games. You used to be able to leave just fine and now you don’t want to leave at all. I’m nervous when I get further along you aren’t gonna want to leave at all.” “I just don’t like leaving you because I feel obligated to be home with you. You are growing my child and I just want to be home with you. But I can't cause I have to go play football.” “Travy it’s ok. I am ok with you going to play football. It’s your job, your passion. We have talked about you playing in the NFL since we were like 5. Yes, I wish you could stay home with me, but you have to go play. And that is ok. You will be home after the game. It’s not like you are going off to war, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” “I know but I just wish I could stay with you.” “Hey it’s ok. We will have 9 days without you needing to play a game. That gives us 9 days to spend together. I mean you have practice and the podcast but that is still time we get to spend together.” “Yeah,” he said while looking down. You wrapped your arms around his torso. “Hey go be the most supportive person to all your teammates ok. I’ll see you soon on the sideline ok?” “Ok, I love you.” “I love you too.”

Travis walked back into the locker room. You turned around and headed up to your suite. You immediately saw Donna with your favorite food. “Awe thanks Donna. You didn’t have to get me anything. I could've got it.” “It’s ok sweetheart. I wasn’t doing anything so I thought I’d get your favorite before the game started,” Donna said. It was almost time for kickoff, so you headed back down to the field. You waited for the Chiefs to run out of the tunnel. As soon as the players made it to the sideline, Travis walked out of the tunnel with Coach Reid. Coach Reid walked over to you, hugged you and said hi. Then Travis walked over saying hi and giving you a kiss on the lips. “Please be careful, stay calm on the sidelines. Don’t make your injury worse. Please,” you said looking up at him. “I’ll try my hardest. But I haven’t sat out in a while. So I can’t make any promises.” “Travis I need you to heal, and you can’t heal if you get worked up, are jumping up and down running back and forth.” “Ok!” Travis kisses you once more, before heading off to go with the team. You headed back up to the suite.

ACTUAL GAME

Travis would tell you that there had been bullshit calls throughout the game, but he really started to get frustrated towards the end of the game. Kadarius Toney dropped several passes and Travis was starting to get pissed off. The game was tied and the Chiefs were having to kick a field goal. (I can’t fully remember what happened and can’t go back and watch so we are just gonna pretend. Unless I’m correct.) Travis was pissed that the Chiefs were needing to kick a field gal. If Toney hadn’t dropped the ball they could’ve scored a touchdown and been up by 7.

It was the beginning of the fourth quarter. Detroit was winning by one and the Chiefs needed to score. Toney dropped the ball. Y/N looked towards the Kansas City bench, more specifically to where Travis was standing. You saw him wrap a towel around his head. You could tell he was getting frustrated. There was 1 minute and a half left before the end of the game. Detroit had the ball. They ran the ball again. There was now 1 minute and 2 seconds left. The Lions took a timeout. Then another timeout. There were now 2 seconds left. They snapped the ball and stood there. The Chiefs had lost. Travis turned towards your suite, making eye contact with you, and shaking his head. You saw him cuss.

The two teams shook hands and mingled for a little while before they headed towards their locker rooms. You hugged Donna goodbye and collected your things. You headed down to the family room and waited on Travis. After an hour and 45 minutes most of the players left the locker room and headed home. Patrick Mahomes (Pat) was the last to leave the locker room leaving Travis to be left in the locker room. Pat walked past his wife and kids straight to you. “YN, he needs you. Like really bad. He is in there pissed off at himself, he came in threw things around. He needs you,” Pat said. You nodded your head. “Good try tonight by the way. I’ll go get him.” You walked into the locker room.

You saw Travis sitting by his locker, his head hung low. You could hear the sniffling. You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder as you sat down. He turned his head towards you. “I should’ve been able to fucking play. This stupid fucking goddamn knee injury.’ He said moving his shoulder so your hand fell. “Travis, you cannot blame yourself for how today’s game went. Yes, we all wish you could’ve played but you didn’t. You couldn’t have controlled Toney dropping passes–” “Yeah but if I was playing we wouldn’t have had to rely on him to catch the ball. When he repeatedly dropped the ball.” “That’s on him. Pat’s job is to throw the ball, no one can control if the ball gets caught except the intended receiver. So please don’t be hard on yourself for things you can't control. You’ll be back next week. You are doing everything you need to, so you can play next week.” Travis grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Let’s go home, ok?” you asked him. He nodded his head against your torso.

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L: 21-20 (0-1)

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chiiyuuvv · 3 months

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[DAY 7] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— i wanna be yours , the arctic monkeys 💿 ; cooking for the other pic by @starryriize

♡list : @yzerpoz , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @dogyunslover , @starryriize

Exam season was just around the corner, and minjae was starting to get worried about your health. Typically when you study, you often forget about your other tasks, like cooking and sleeping for example. You try to persuade your loving bestfriend that you'd be fine like any other time, but unfortunately minjae could see right through you, flashing back to your multiple break downs caused by pressure and frustration. He wasnt going to let that happen again.

Using the key you gave him to unlock your apartment door, minjae wasnt much of a cook, but that didnt mean he wasnt going to try. After spending time with you for so long, he observed your ticks and pleasures, taking notice of your favorite dishes and other things of that necessity. So he makes his way to your kitchen, laying down his groceries filled with your favorites on the island before opening his phone, looking up the receipe he had found before that looked tasty.

Of course, minjae knew you'd get mad for sacrificing his precious time to help you out, but he felt like it was his duty to make sure his favorite person was mentally and physically stable. Plus, he didnt mind spending time with you, no matter if his schedule was full or not.

Laying some of the meat that was required for the recipe in the hot, sizzling pan, he didnt even hear you open the door, too immersed on making the food perfect just to ease your stress. "Minjae," his head turns to the direction of your voice, giving you a simple wave as he continues cooking. "What are you doing?" Your arms were crossed, sending him a look like he just got in trouble by his mother.

"Go take your shower," he says softly, waving you off again with a smile, looking back at the pan to unintentionally miss your pout. "You dont have to do this, you know." You try to reason, but he wasnt going to hearing it, continuing to shoo you off. "Yeah, yeah, gooo," he pushes your body out of the kitchen, giving you a teasing smile. Although you acted annoyed, you couldnt deny the warm feeling in your heart, know that deep down someone cared for you.

Not wanting to waste anymore of his time, you quickly hop into the shower, drying your hair with a towel when you find that he was still cooking. He looked so.. boyfriend material, his gaze strong as he watches the meat cook, almost like hes the one making it cook faster. And no matter what he says, you want to repay him, sneaking behind his figure to give him a backhug, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and your head resting on his back. He lets out a jump and his breath hitches before he tries to put himself back to work, ignoring how he grows hotter, painting his cheeks to a pinkish color.

"Hmm, you made me coffee too.." you take notice, mumbling in his back.

"I could be your coffee pot." He says without any thoughts, loud and clear as you lift your head in confusion. "Minjae wha-"

"I could keep it nice and hot, just the way you like it." He turns around, a smile unknowingly stretching across his face as he reveals his pink tinted cheeks. "I could.. be yours?" He tilts his head, confessing breathlessly.

"Haha.." you let out an awkward chuckle, there was no way he was being serious. "Very funny minjae." You pat his shoulder before beginning to set the table. Minjae puts his attention back on the meat. "Im telling the truth!" He says over his shoulder, but you still wasnt buy it.

He lefts out a big sigh, almost like he was going to drop the topic before announcing that the dinner was finished. You lead him to your dining room and he sits in front of you, gently dropping the plate of food on the table before cutting off a piece. He blows it off, "Ahh~" his lips part to signal that your lips should part as well, leaning over the table slightly to fully reach your mouth.

"I'm not a baby."

"Right, you're my baby, now ahhhh~" you sigh in defeat, before leaning over the table to welcome the food into your mouth. Minjae lets out a celebratory clap, before cutting some more meat for the both of you. "How was your day?" He asks, popping some of the meat into his mouth.

"It was-" you stop to eat some more meat. "-okay, just did some light studying to prepare myself."

"You're doing so well." Minjae says sweetly, cutting some more meat. "What do you mean? I just started." You try to hold back your smile.

"And you're doing well." He repeats, feeding you another piece. You smile back, "this is really good, minjae. Thank you." You compliment, covering your mouth as you speak.

"Yeah, well thats only because i made it for you." And just like that, your smile drops to an annoying sigh. "Stop flirting and let me chew this masterpiece."

"Aww, you like it that much?" You stop again, sending him a look. "What?!"

"Just feed me man!" Your mouth opens again to let the food enter but unfortunately minjae was in a teasing mood. He waves the fork around your mouth, but just as youre about to bite into it he yanks it away, giggling when you chase after it. "Minjaee!!" You whine.

"Fine, fine." He sighs in defeat, before another idea arises. With a smirk, he waits until the meat hits your bottom lip, before yanking away again, leaning his head down so when youre chasing the meat, you collide with his lips. He breaks into a fit of giggles when he pecks you, his cheeks burning red as he looks down, unable to notice how you've freezed in your chair.

"I um.." he gets up after calming himself down. "..was serious about what I'd said before. I'd happily be yours.. any day!" And with that, he gets up to wash the plate, leaving your mind to malfunction as he goes about his day.

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Enough, Enough Now.

Summary: You're getting married! Why can't you stop crying?

Jason Todd x ExReader

2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only. Chocking, Oral, angst, HAPPY ENDING. Dick Cameo, Kate Cameo.

Enough.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?" Kate asks as she steps into the bridal suite, "holy shit, you look good." She smiles as she takes in your wedding dress, the fancy style of your hair and the exquisite way you've done your makeup.

"Kate, i-" you turn to her, tears already welling in your eyes.

"Oh kiddo," she rushes forward, embracing you in a tight hug, her fingers gently brushing the tears as they start to fall, "you know you don't have to do this."

"I know, I know," you start to sob into her shoulder, "I want to. It's just-"

"Jason."

"Yeah, I feel like he's here. Like he's watching me, still."

"He's not here." She pulls you back, holding you by the shoulders, "It's only us. Dicks on his way, but Jay-"

"I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing," you confess, deflating into an armchair, "I just- is this even fair to marry him when-"

"Look at me, kiddo." Kate says sternly, smiling down at you when your eyes meet, "This life, it's not for everyone. I think you're smart to get out. God knows I wish I had."

"I still love him."

"It'll pass."

Meanwhile on a rooftop across town.

"Figured I'd find you here." Dick smirks, his face taking up the full view of Jason's scope, "thought you weren't coming little wing."

"I'm not. I'm just here to make sure she's alright."

"Let me take a peek." Dick pushes him out of the way so he can stare down the scope, noticing how you're held in Kate's arms, "doesn't look okay to me."

"I know. She's been like it all morning."

"Go to her."

"Dick, I can't. You know I can't."

"Why not? Just tell her you love her and steal her away. Shit man, I'll help you."

"She's getting married! It's not like-"

"Like what? Like you still love her? Like you know that she loves you. It's easy."

"It's not easy. She deserves better than me Dick. Someone safe and fucking normal like Dr whatever his name is."

"I thought you'd know better than to tell a woman what she deserves."

"It doesn't matter anyway." He says with a sigh, sliding down the guard rail and pressing his face into his hands, "it's done, she's getting married Dick. Whatever I want, it doesn't matter. It's too late."

"It's not. Never is, little brother."

The Bridal Suite.

"Sorry I'm late, got caught up," Dick smiles as he walks into your room, giving Kate a quick high five, "time to tag out Katie, I got it from here."

"Good luck, she's a mess." Kate says, grabbing her coat and a glass of wine, "I'll see you in a few." She kisses your forehead, wrapping her strong arms around your head and giving it a squeeze.

"Thanks Kate," you wipe the tears away, "I'll be alright."

"Course ya will. I'm here now." Dick beams, encircling your waist and pulling you into a hug.

"Have you seen him?" You blurt out as soon as Kate exits the room.

"Yeah. I saw him."

"He's here isn't he? I can feel him."

"Aren't you marrying someone else?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "guess I am."

"Good. So tell me, is this really what you're wearing?"

"Fuck you! This dress is perfect."

"Dude, you look like a cloud."

"I do not!"

"Kind of do. Like a big white fluffy cloud."

"Don't be a dick on my wedding day."

"Comes with the name."

"Whatever, we should get going."

"I just need to go to the bathroom." He smirks, "don't wanna have to pee during and miss the ceremony."

"Fine. Actually, could you help me? I was going to ask Kate, but-"

"How do we do that?"

With a lot of maneuvering and lifting and twisting of your fluffy cloud dress you finally manage to get yourself on the toilet with Dicks help.

"We're late." You mutter looking down at your phone. Noticing that you still haven't heard from him. Not a message or a call or anything.

"Let's go then. Wouldn't want the cloud Princess to be late."

"You're not calling me that." You glare at him.

"Of course, Miss Cloud.” he extends your elbow for you, “Now let's go get you married."

The walk down to the large greenhouse has your hands twitching, your nails digging into the nook of Dicks arm as you approach Eli and the rest of your life. Are you making a mistake? Fuck, why does it feel like you are? Like you should be walking down to meet someone else. Someone taller, bulkier, eyes blue as the sky that's shining through the windows.

"It's all right, Cloudy. It'll be ok." Dick squeezes on your hand, "I can help you run if that's what you want."

"No. I just-" you shake the thoughts from your head, "nerves."

"No need for that, puff n fresh."

"You're right."

"Righter than you think," he smiles as he presses a soft kiss into your hair, before pulling the veil over your face, "Open the door." He says to the attendant who's standing by, "she's ready."

The door swings open and your eyes are already downcast. You're thankful for Dicks sturdy arm leading you down the aisle. You can hear Selina, her gentle voice coming from the left, telling you how pretty you look. Dicks hand squeezes yours as you feel water starting to fill your eyes. This is wrong. That you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a mistake. You stare up at Dick to tell him as much, but he only gives you a reassuring smile. He releases your hand to rest his on your back, "I got you." He whispers, "it's alright."

"I-"

"Just a few more steps."

You keep your eyes on Dick as you stop. Unsure you can even look Eli in the eye and tell him no. You can't.

"You're not here to marry me," Dick smiles, trying to pry your hand from around his arm, "turn around, little cloud."

You give him a nod, turning in place to face Eli. Your eyes still downcast when you notice heavy combat boots in place of Elis signature loafers. Your eyes travel upwards, the suit pants are wider though just as black. You fixate on the strong hands that reach down for your veil, unable to look up. Are you imagining this? Is your heart going to fall onto the floor when your eyes meet his?

"I'm up here, Kitten." Jason's low voice whispers as he drapes the veil over your hair and his fingers hook under your chin, "look at me."

Hesitantly, your eyes travel up as he lifts your jaw, "Hi." Jason beams at you, "sorry I was late."

"You- we." You fling your arms around the back of his neck, your dress poofing out behind you as he holds you so tight you think you might split in two. "Grayson." You mutter into Jason's neck.

"You're not mad?" Jason asks right into your ear.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, Dick paid him off. Which was surprisingly easy."

"Asshole."

"Idiot. I wouldn't trade you for anything." He starts to kiss into your neck. "You wanna get married, Kitten?" He asks as he sets you on your feet, "be a shame to waste such a pretty dress."

"Yes."

"Good girl. We can sort the rest out later."

You can't stop smiling, the world seems to have gone from the wrong way up to spinning so fast in an instant. You're disappointed in Eli first of all for being so easily bought. But you can't be mad at Dick for what he did, though the uncertainty of what's going to come after this is niggling at the back of your mind. The voice is small, almost inaudible under the joy in your bones.

As the night draws to a close you say goodnight to all your guests, which with Eli's family bailing amounted to about 10 Wayne's and a few of the friends you'd made in town.

"This our room?" Jason asks, scooping you up in his arms as you open the door, "it's nice. But you know what'd be nicer Kitten?"

"What's that?"

"Letting me unwrap my wedding gift."

"Jay I-"

"Come here," he sits down on the edge of the bed, his arms reaching out for you, "Good girl, now turn around."

"I'm the gift." You realise as you spin and his lips land on your shoulder.

"Yes, the best gift Grayson has ever gotten me." His fingers work slowly to untie the corset back of your dress, gliding in and out his breath growing heavier with each tug on the ribbon. "Step out," he says holding the skirt wide for you, "now turn around." He scans over the tiny bodysuit, the white lace wrapping around you in all the right places. His lip is almost bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it.

"Can I undress you?"

"Yes, my beautiful wife. But I want to hear you say it."

"Please," you kneel down, your hands skating up this thighs, "my perfect," your get his belt undone with one flick and yank it form his pants, "handsome," you unbutton him, "sneaky, wonderful husband," he lifts up letting you pull his pants from you, "please can I undress you."

"Such a good wife." His hand weaves through your hair, "you want to suck my cock?"

"Mine now." You smirk up at him, licking at his head as he starts to grow in your hand.

"Yes Kitten." He thrusts up into your mouth, "all yours." His hand tightens in your hair, pushing himself further down your throat. "Fuck you're so good at that, Kitten." He moans, your pussy quivering at the sound. "Yes- yes- fuck. Just like that."

You lick at the underside of his cock, sucking at the tip as he withdraws. Your nails biting into his thighs as you fight to breathe through your nose. Your pussy aching and pulsing with every breath he takes, every moan that leaves his lips and the shaky way he calls you Kitten.

"You need to stop." He shakes, trying to pull you from him, "be a good wife and stop." His fingers yank at your hair, drawing you back and smiling at the pout on your lips, "get on the bed." He demands, pulling his tie out and throwing his jacket and shirt to the wayside as you climb onto the bed behind him. "Fuck you're beautiful." He says, sliding his hands down your legs and hooking his fingers into the snaps on your body suit. "How will I get this off you?" His teeth connect with your thigh as his lips work to ease some of the pain.

"Lick me, please."

"What perfect manners," his head dips between your legs, "how could I deny my wife." His teeth snag on your buttons, ripping them apart until he's finally got your pussy free and he starts to languidly lick and lap at you, "so wet Kitten. This all for me?"

"Yes, always."

"I know. Always." His hand snakes up, flicking the delicate ring on your finger, "you're mine forever now Kitten." His tongue presses into your pussy, fucking into you. His thumb presses on your clit, and you can already feel your body start to tingle.

"Jay- fuck." You arch down into him, pressing your pussy into his face. But he pulls back, his eyes searching yours.

"Kitten." He says in a low warning tone as his fingers press at you. "Say it." You start to squirm under him, "say it wife and I'll give you what you need." He palms at his cock as his fingers press into you deeper, "you can do it."

"Daddy." You moan as his fingers fill you and he presses his lips to yours, "fuck me, please fuck me."

"Again."

"Daddy please I need you to fuck me." You beg, your nails clawing into his shoulders to try and bring him closer.

"Good girl." He wraps your legs around him, his cock slapping down onto your clit, "my pretty wife." He slaps it again before lining himself up, his fingers gripping his base.

"Fuck, Daddy." You cry as he presses into you with one thrust, "fucking burns."

"Going to fuck you like this every night." He pants, picking up one of your knees and throwing it over his shoulder, "make up for- Uh, fuck. Make up for all the nights we've been apart."

"Too many."

"Way too many." His hand gently holds your face as he starts to fuck into you. Your boobs bouncing from the force of him, your hands gripping tight on his arms to keep you in place. "Got a lot to make up for, Kitten. Starting now," his longer fingers rub at your clit, your pussy starts to pulse as you cry out into the night. "Give it to me." He moans, he brings you higher so he can fuck down into you, "give me my cum."

You moan into his mouth as your release floods his cock, the wet slapping sounds ringing in your ear as you start to see stars, "too much," you pant as he goes harder and faster.

"More, give me more pretty wife."

"Can't."

"Yes you can. You can take it." His hand slides from your chin around your neck, "cum again and again for me. Make me fill you up."

"Deeper," his hand releases your throat for a second, picking up your other leg and pressing his cock even further inside you. Grinding down and rearranging your guts as his tongue swirls inside your mouth.

"I love you, little wife." He moans into your mouth.

"I love you," you pant back, grinding up into him, "love you so much it hurts."

"Can feel you getting close again. Let go, tell me you love me and let go. I got you. I got you forever."

"I love you, fuck. Right there. Yes. I love you," you brain starts to fog as you're overwhelmed with Jason, with pleasure and the reassurance that he's not leaving this time. You spasm, your muscles locking into place, toes curling and your back arching as you shiver underneath him. Jason's cock pulses, throbs and releases inside you, sending another wave of pleasure over you.

Your body goes limp, your mind dead as you attempt to catch your breath. Gently Jason lets go of your legs, his body rolling you on top of him as he pants beneath you. His fingers rubbing through your hair as you bask in the afterglow.

"Are you ok little wife?" He asks in the softest tone you've ever heard.

"Wonderful."

"Good, get some rest."

"What happens now? Are you going to give him up?" You say, already feeling sleep pricking at your eyes.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. I think I found a compromise."

"Not going back to Gotham." You admit, wondering if maybe you should have had this discussion before, ya know impulsively getting married.

"I wouldn't ask you too. Dicks got a plan."

"Are we joining the circus?" You ask, nuzzling into his chest. His strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

"Oh, little wife. You joined the circus the second I laid eyes on you."

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AN: My brains kind of broken at the moment so im just going through and finishing all my WIPS

#jason todd fanfic #reader x jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd #x reader

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sugawhaaa · 9 months

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GAON X READER

It hurts so good

🍭warnings🍭 smut

💋pairings💋 dom!bf!Gaon x sub!fem!reader

❤genre❤ smut, handcuffs, edging, sex toys, aftercare

A/N::I really wanted to try some kind of different kinky stuff but I didn't know where to start? So I decided to do this :) you'll have to read to understand what I mean

The image in front of you was nothing like what you had planned. Today was supposed to be a nice relaxing movie night with your boyfriend but you now found yourself falling apart beneath your boyfriend as he used his fingers like magic inside you. Joy spread across his face as he watched your body uncontrollably sway to get more relief. After stimulating your skin with his spare hand you came again. For the forth time. Or maybe 3? Perhaps it was 5? You had lost all memory. The only thing on your mind was the rush of pleasure throughout your body. You took some deep breaths to calm yourself down as Jiseok praised you.

"Always so pretty," he said as he tucked away some of your stray hairs. "So good just for me," he smiled. Once you had relaxed he proposed an idea. "So I have something I kind of want to try out if your game..." he said with a little embarrassment you tilted your head showing him your interest. "I bought some handcuffs but if you don't feel comfortable using them I can return them-" he said before you interrupted.

"No I wanna try. I'm up to trying new things," you said in a slightly hoarse voice due to all the moaning from earlier. He understood and grabbed the handcuffs from the closet. He opened them before asking you to lay down. Your full body in his sights. Gaon couldn't help but stare at your breasts every once and a while. "Eyes up here baby," you teased as he cuffed you to the frame of the bed.

"S-sorry," he said with his cute little awkward smile. He has such duality. Five seconds ago he was pounding his finger into you not letting you breath for a second without moaning and now he's blushing at one comment? Gaon finally finished cuffing you to the bed and he sat on top of your hips deciding his neck move. "Hm how should I fuck you up~" he thought to himself aloud. "With my hands? Maybe my mouth...you taste so good so I choose mouth," he says like your his little fuck doll. He then crept down to place his face right between your thighs. His hands massaging your highs and petting your thighs. He used the tip of his tongue to drawing circles around your clit. He kept on doing so slowly as you moaned quietly. Your hips unintentionally bucked up to feel his tongue against you harsher.

"More please baby~" you moan as you roll your head around. Jiseok then starts sucking on your bud, licking all around your core as his hands traced your body. You bit your lip as he moved his tongue deeper into you. You couldn't help but moan loudly and tug on the cuffs. You wanted to just grab his hair and admire his beautiful face as he gives you amazing oral. You couldn't help but curse out at the feeling of his strong hands locking around your thighs as he lifted them and gently guided them apart to get the perfect angle. To none of your surprise you came all over his face but he did not stop gliding his tongue between your folds. "Jiseok~" you moaned deeply and you could see a grin on his face. He rubbed your thighs as he went back to playing your clit.

You subconsciously started putting your thighs together locking Jiseoks head between your thighs but he simply pulled them apart again.

After making you cum again he started licking around your collar bones. Little bites that made your moans hitch and hickies to claim you as his. He was now laying on your bare body playing with your breasts, using his big hands to massage you. "I think I can make you feel even better~" he smirked.

"What are you thinking?" You said slightly out of breath. He stood up leaving you chained to the bed. You wanted to cover yourself or at least the blush on your face/ears but your hands would not be moving for at least another hour with Gaon in control of you. He rummaged through your desk for a while and you shot your head up. "Hey what are you doing!" You said as blush filled every inch of your face.

"Oh princess you don't think I don't know about this little toy of yours~" He found your vibrator and held it up. You wanted to grab it and hide it in embarrassment but alas you couldn't. These cuffs really did a lot for Jiseok. You look away from him to avoid answering his comment. He chuckled before coming back over to you. He sat with his knees on the bed as he exaimed your vibrator. Meanwhile you were speechless. "Ah there we go," he said as he switched it on.

"This is so embarrassing," you whined as you hung your head low.

"Why? You embarrassed to admit that you miss me so much that you had to buy one of these?" Gaon teased before lining it up to your entrance. You nodded as you felt the vibration so close to where you needed it most but not quite. It was already putting you over the edge he then slowly moved it up to your clit and you gasped. Your hands reflexively tried to cover your mouth which only resulted in you pulling the chains. You moaned out as he applied some pressure to it sending sparks up your body. You took long deep breaths as you tried to keep your composure but you were already losing it. Your hips pushed up and your legs were shaking a little bit.

Jiseok on the other hand was getting a kick out of this. His eyes didn't know where to stare. Keep looking at the way your hips are just drawn to his hands or the way your face contorts everytime he applies more pressure or moves faster, or watch how you hopelessly tug on your cuffs trying to reach him. Just as you were about to climax he took the vibrator away. You instantly pleaded for him to put it back.

"No, no, no please Jiseok~" you whined as his eyes lit up. He had never seen you beg so mercilessly.

"Shh, shh it's okay," he cooed as he realigned it at your entrance again, it still vibrating on the lowest setting. You shut your eyes waiting for the moment for him to put it in you. You then felt your vibrator inching into you. You whimpered and moaned as you waited for him to push it all the way in but he was moving slower than a snail.

"Please, Jiseok!" You pleaded as your hands tugged on the cuffs around your wrists. As you pleaded he suddenly shoved it inside you, hitting your G-spot with force. You moaned out so loud with your mouth hung wide open as you essentially screamed in pleasure as the vibration his your g-spot. You then felt his spare hand slide up your thigh softly and you whimpered at the feeling. "Mmng~! That's s-so good," you laughed as he rolled the vibrator around your sensitive walls.

"Your so perfect. Look how fucked up you are, just for me~" he chuckled as he then slid the toy out of you before slamming it back into your G-spot.

"Yes, just for you, just for you-ah! Fuck~" you repeated as he started moving faster. You moaned softly as your eyes rolled back for miles, you gasped for air as your chest heaved. You then felt him turn up the vibration setting a few times and you screamed in pleasure. "Oh yes! Right there, yes oh my-fuck please jiseok d-don't stop~!" Your voice shaked from him pounding into you. The sound of your cunt grasping the toy as he shoved it in and out of you extremely fast before he stopped. You instantly moaned out pleads. "Please baby just let me cum~" you said as you tugged on the cuffs again.

"I'm sorry baby but you gotta wait. You'll have to wait a lot longer than this or beg me harder," he sighed as he exaimed your arousal on the vibrator with a smirk.

"Please!!! Jiseok please, I'm begging you I can't!!!" You squeezed your eyes shut as you swung your body around like a 3 year old having a fit. He then chuckled before putting the vibrator back into you. Your voice cracked as you moaned as he rolled the vibrator around your sweetspots with a lower vibration setting. You felt your eyes burning from the lack of relief before he spead up drastically and switched the vibration to max. "Oh my God! Oh my, oh my-fuck, Please!" You stuttered before moaning harshly and bucking your hips. He smirked at you before once again removing the toy again.

"Your so cute~" he teased and the only way you could respond was with more begs.

"Let me cum, fuck me, please~" and he looked at you shocked.

"You want me to fuck you? Like the good little fuck doll you are~?" He teased as he brushed some hair out of your face. You nodded as drool dripped from the corner of your mouth. "I can't say no to those beautiful eyes~" he said as he lined the vibrator up to you again before gliding it into you. You moaned as you shut your eyes wishing your hands could be just in his hair, each strand curled around your fingers. He then bent down and started licking your clit. It caught you by surprise.

"Ah~Gaon, oh~ just like that keep keep going~" you whined out as you felt your heart rate increase immensely. He swirled circles around your clit as the vibrations hit your G-spot repeatedly. He then started sliding it in and out of you faster, and faster. Your body now bouncing from the force. "Jiseok, I'm gonna, I'm so close~"you moaned out in a hoarse and tattered voice. As predicted you came all over him, he licked up every ounce of it with a smile.

"Always so sweet~" he moaned in a deep voice. As he kept licking around your folds, gliding his tongue in and out of you softly. Meanwhile you were trying to catch your breath and come down from your high. He then suddenly started moving your vibrator again as he kissed your hips and grabbed your waist. You pulled on your cuffs at the sudden feeling. You stayed relatively quiet before he spoke. "Just one more time baby, I just wanna taste you one more time," it always boosted your ego when Gaon would get drunk on your cum.

You nodded and let him continue but as he went on you felt a pain in you. Plus your wrists really hurt from the metal digging into your skin. You debated on telling him how much it hurt but you really wanted to please him. After he started pressing harder you spoke up "jiseok it hurts," you whimpered and he instantly stopped and looked up at you. You were breathing heavily and he instantly removed your toy from you and set it to the side.

"I'm sorry baby, are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you," he said as he crawled up to you and hugged you. He then gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Are you all done honey?" He asked in a soft voice. You nodded your head and he took off your handcuffs. "I'm so sorry honey I shouldn't have-"

"Shh, it's fine," you laughed.

"But I hurt you," he said before hugging you again.

"Yeah but it felt so good..." you chuckled. He then looked at wrists again.

"Oh my God baby, your wrists look like they're about to bleed! I'm so sorry," he said with heavy guilt.

"It's okay Jiseok-" you started before he cut you off.

"No, no, no, I'm getting you some bandages and ice right now," he said as he got. "Would you like a heat pack too?"

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