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A birkin bag for Y/n - Lando Norris x Horner! Reader

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Warnings: sexual references, swearing, mentions of alcohol

summary: When Y/n‘s situationship gifts her a really expensive bag seemingly out of the blue it causes quite the talk in the paddock. Little does she know he‘s just trying to show everyone who she belongs to. (Inspired by the famous birkin bag scene in Gilmore Girls)

Lando was intrigued with you from day one. Literally from the get go. He remembers the first time he had bumped into you in the halls of his close friends home. He clearly remembers every second despite being hungover from the night before.

Your hands were jam packed with all kinds of crafting supplies that shattered on the ground, crayons spilling everywhere.

„Ah shit!“ the sleepy guy exclaimed as a small hand immediately slapped his shoulder. He looked at your face in shock. He was violently hungover from his late night celebraions with a certain three time world champion yet he had never seen such a beautiful thing.

„Shh!“ you whispered, him raising his brows questiongly „Penelope could hear you!“

Lando chuckled, as you started picking up all the crayons. He kneeled down grabbing some as well. He knew your face was somehow familiar. He couldn’t quite place it though. The freckles, the dimples and that hair.

„Babysitter?“ he asked mustering your face.

„Sort of.“ you nodded, shooting him an innocent yet friendly smile „Family friend.“

He hands you a blue crayon with a grin. You knew the grin probably made any girl weak in the knees and judging from the blonde woman you and little Penelope had watched stumble out of his room this morning while munching on your cereal, he knew as well.

„Well nice to meet you nanny.“

You cringe at the name before rolling your eyes „Nice to meet you to Lando.“

Lando had loved that. You hadn’t acted like you didnt know his name. You just didn’t care enough to pretend to ask. You smiled again before licking your lips and getting up. Hearing Penelope call your name. Y/n. What a name. He eatched you stumble away on that day, knowing he wanted to get to know you.

And he did. He learned very quickly,that you were in fact Horners daughter. Which was of course to his luck, because Christian loved him. So he showed up at family hosted events, made some apparences in the red bull motor home and before he knew it you spent the night at his.

Well it wasn‘t that easy. He had to do some convincing. But god Lando loved kissing you. He was addicted to it in fact. In every corner, whenever noone was watching his lips were on yours as he pressed you against the walls.

„Someone could see.“ you mumbled against his soft lips, slightly pressing your palms against his broad chest. Having to control youraelf from giving in.

„I don’t care.“ he chuckled his hands under your shirt rather quickly.

It was always like this. Sneaking around, yet most of the grid was aware off the little fling. But Lando had told you quite blank from day one; he didn’t do boyfriend and girlfriend. And having gotten out of a longer realitionship just months prior you were okay with that. You could do it, you thought. And it was fun for a minute. Exciting and new.

„No strings.“ you held out your little finger snd Lando rolled his eyes at the childish gesture. But he interwined his pinky with yours anyway after some hesitation. Laying on his hotelroom bed with your body next to his.

„No strings.“ he nodded. You smiled waiting for the next words before you raised your brows.

„You gotta say it.“ you exclaimed gesturing to your interwined hands.

„I don‘t want to.“ he groaned, his body pressing against yours as he was hovere above you.

„Okay.“ you nodded before turning around and crossing your arms „Then no sex.“

Lando chuckled pulling you into his body as he inhaled your scent „Fine.“

You smiled waiting to hear the words escape his lips as he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck „I pinky promise.“

Months passed like that. And it was fun for a moment. But reality eventually creeped back up. And as you were sat at brunch at your dads house back in England, having scrolled through endless pictures of Lando celebrating his podium in Silverstone the day prior. Including pictures of him with countless women. But you knew it was no fair. He could do whatever he wanted. Yet you somehow had gotten the sense that he maybe wasn’t sleeping around like that anymore. After all, you two saw eachother almost every week at least very two weeks. You just thought maybe it was heading somewhere, but clearly its wasn‘t.

It had been so easy. Life had been good. You had an internship at a sports paper back in Monaco. You were studying to be a journalist, meaning you weren’t necessairily location bound. And it allowed you to attend races. Which allowed you to see Lando. But not this race. You hsd promised Lando you‘d make it but cancelled last minute as you had to attend some stupid event in Monte Carlo. You had watched the race on the toilet, your phone in your hands the whole night. God you had been so proud once he had finished that crossing line. If only he knew how important he was to you. You think you might even have screamed a little when it was over. And of course you had immediately texted him. „Plan A babyyyy! so proud of you Lan, kisses and see you soon xx“

But there hadn‘t been any response. And seeing the pictures from the whole ordeal over the weekend you now understood why. While you had sat on the plan, still wearing your gown from the event he had been out and fooled around with lord knows who. You knew you had no right to be jealous or something. But you weren’t even jealous. You were just dissapointed, having expexted to be a little more important than that. But Lando was a player. He didn‘t do boyfriend/girlfriend.

You were so lost in your thoughts, not even having heard the front door open. Starkng at the perfectly arranged flowers your stepmom had on the wooden table. The whole house and every corner was so perfect, it made you think about how your dad really had a great woman by his side. She had made this place a home. Something it truly hadn’t been growing up there.

„Well good morning sweetheart!“ your fathers voice appeared behind you as your dad walked into the dining room where the brunch had been prepared.

Max and Kelly following behind him, having all drove out here to get some time off. The countryside the perfect place to do so. No people who‘d recognize you, not even in the little town nearby. And even if they did, they truly didn‘t care enough to bother you.

„Dad.“ you smiled getting up and hugging your father tightly, your arms wrapping stound his taller figure. Your dad quite suprised by the affectionate hug, as he held you close for some seconds; He immediately knew. From the second he saw you staring blankly at that wall just before to this desperate hug, something was wrong. He watched you greet everyone else with a somehow fake smile, including Max and Kelly who both hadn‘t seen you in some time as your job was keeping you really busy.

„What are you even doing back home?“ your dad later asked as everyone was eating.

„Well, I was suprised to to see her stumble in here this morning.“ Geri, your stepmom chuckled.

Max mustering you. He knew, he had seen the pictures. Well he had been there. Having told Lando if he was aware of the cameras on him as he was pushing his tounge down some girls throat. He even told some people to delete the photos. But people were drunk, plus Lando was famous. A deadly combination.

„What about Y/n, Lando?“

Max knew you two weren’t exactly offical. He had no idea what kind of realitionshipi it was. But he had seen you two. It was evident you both had feelings for eachother. So this was just stupid. It would hurt both of you. Especially you and Max thought of you like a little sister.

„Why should I care?“ Lando groaned sounding extremly cocky, making Max wanna puke. Lando scrunched his nose before he pushed past the dutch guy who just stood there baffled.

Now seeing your puffy eyes looking at everyone at the table. Max knew; you had seen the stupid pictures. You probably had flown out to England for Lando. And Lando had been an absolute idiot the past 24 hours.

„I wanted to suprise you.“ you whispered, lying to your dad. But your dad wasn’t stupid, he knew it probably had to do with a certain british boy who you seemingly had befriended ove the past few months. He had his concerns but you were a grown woman, he knew he shouldn’t get inbetween anything.So he just smiled before nodding „Well that’s nice. I‘m certainly surprised honey.“

The week passed quick. You spent some time with your siblings and Max and Kelly before saying your goodbyes again. Telling your dad you‘d see him in Hungary.

„Come to London please.“ You couldnt believe it. After three whole days of zero contact he had finally texted you. He didn‘t ask yet he clearly saw your instagram story showing you were back home. You wanted to text him, be mad and tell him how hurt you were. But you weren’t like this. Your weekend with your patents had made you realize you haf been raised better. Maybe you had lied to yourself. Maybe you couldn‘t do no strings attached. Maybe having standards was a good thing.

So you didn‘t respond. You told him a couple of days later; „sorry was busy, see you in hungary.“

It was the weekend before the Grand Prix you attended yet another absoluetly jam packed Gala event in Monaco. You were luckily not gonna be important next to all the stars and socialites there. So you put on some regular black dress, did your own hair and makeup before getting an uber there.

The evening was rather dull. But you‘d have to report on it for the paper next week so you had to stay for every second. You saw a couple if familiar faces, talked to some old family friends before admiring the beautiful hotel the thing was hosted at. The big chandeliers sparkling so brightly, you were bound to be mesmerized. It was then as you grabbed yet another glass of champagne when you turned around bumping into some guys chest.

„Oh. I‘m sorry!“ you exclaimed looking up at the familiar face. The blonde hair sitting ever so perfectly as the tailored suit sat on his broad shoulders. The tall guy shooting you a sly grin „You‘re fine my love dont worry.“

„Logan.“ you chuckled. Having seen the rookie a couple of times at least. But never really having spoken to him.

„Hello there.“ he waved awkwardly before induldging you in some small talk.

Logan was nice guy. Despite the internet making fun of him for his very american ways he was nice and polite. It started as nice chatters but somehow you two ended up at a corner at the empty bar, downing glass after glass of whatever alcoholic beverage the american ordered.

„So weird seeing you without Norris.“ he eventually bound up saying.

You scrunched your nose, a thing you always did but even more when you were drunk. If there was botox for that you might as well start young.

„Why is that weird?“ you giggle, your words coming out slower than usual as you kick your heels against the legs of the bar chair. Playing with the rim of your already empty champagne glass.

Logan looks down at you, seeing you nervously bounce your legs. He licks his lips, and if you weren‘t shitfaced you would have gotten the ick a long time ago. The guy was so obviously trying to flirt with you. Something you hated. Well except when Lando did it.

„Ah, I don‘t know I just thought he was your boyfriend?“

You burst out into laughter, causing some of the last people in there to look at you. Women being loud, something people clearly hated or were at least severly triggered by.

„What‘s so funny?“ Logan blushed looking around, kind of embarassed by the eyes on you. Lando would never be embarrassed. Yeah well Landos laugh was also way louder than yours.

„See…“ you catch your breath, before rolling your eyes and playfully punching his shoulder „Norris doesn’t do girlfriend boyfriend or boyfirend girfriend silly!“

Logan chuckled before his hand was placed on your upper thigh. It was like he had waited to hear that. It came so quick and at the most obvious time. The american guy leaned in towards you before whispering into your ear „You wanna head home?“

He smelled weird. No he actually smelled fine. He just didn’t smell like Lando. Lando smelled so perfect. Like your favorite smell ever.

Your heart ached for a second. This probably was good right? You had to do the whole multiple people thing. Lando was doing it. So you also had to.

„Why not?“

So you walked out the place with the blonde american. Not looking back once. Only what you didn‘t notice as you stumbled down the stairs with your heels in your hands was that, Arthur Leclerc who was Charles brother and Oscars best friend had waited for his girfriend outside when he spotted a very tipsy you get in a car with none other that Logan Sargeant.

The week passed rather quick and before you knew it you were sat on a plane towards Hungary. You were gonna arrive just in time for Qualifying. Heading straight from the airport to the paddock, having to change into a appropriate outfit at the airport toilet. Again. Low point.

It was a long taxi drive later that you made your way into the paddock, holding your recorder and noteclips. What you hadn’t known strutting, in there in your still perfectly white suit that could have used some ironing but no one’s perfect, that you actually had been the talk of the grid over the past two days.

Arthur Leclerc had a loose mouth. He had immediately texted Charles asking if Y/n Horner wasn’t involved with Lando Norris anymore. To which the older Leclerc responded that as far as he knew Lando and Y/n were somehow together all the time but not really exclusive. When Arthur dished the tea to him later the next day that he had seen you and Sargeant looking rather cozy with one another Charles immediately texted Carlos asking if there was trouble in heaven. The boys just loved gossip. And we all know who Carlos is best friends with.

On press day the ferrari driver asked his former teammate, right after getting of the panel „So Y/n’s really not as goody two shoes as we thought huh?“

Lando looked at him confused, he had just spent four days figuring what he had done to seemingly piss you off. No messages, the way you had stayed with your dad when you had promisef him to come to London. He missed you. He just couldn‘ admit that. No strings right? Plus he didn’t do boyfriend girlfriend.

„What do you mean? What about her?“

„Yeah well…“ Carlos chuckled awkwardly now spotting the very hot topic off his rumor talking to Oscar in the corner of the waiting room. Logan was showing Oscar something on his phone while the two youngest guys on the track waited for their turn to do interviews.

„Carlos, I don‘t have all day.“ Lando groaned, punching his friends shoulder „What about Y/n?“

Carlos contemplated for a second. He knew Lando was acting like he had no feelings for you but Carlos knew exactly that wasn‘t the case. He had after all been the one dragging the brit home after the silverstone afterparty. And the whole drive to the hotel the young Mclaren driver kept on talking about you and everything about you and everything about your looks and so on.

„Her eyes. Her hair, the way she scrunches her nose when shes confused.“ Lando slurred his head on Carlos lap as he was about to pass out „Y/n‘s just great. She- She is girlfriend material.“

„So Charles told me that Arthur told him. That last Saturday at some sort of Gala in Monaco, he spotted Y/n leaving with another driver…“

„What!“ Lando yelled immediately , causing everyone to look at him. Carlos hand covered his mouth, stopping him from screaming the place down. Shooting everyone an awkward smile as they continued their own thing with raised eyebrows.

„Shh!“ Carlos whispered as Lando looked at him in fury before removing the hand from his mouth.

„Don’t tell me to shush! Who the fuck did she leave with!“ he whisper yelled, and Carlos sighed. He really didn’t want any bad blood in between the grid to start because of him so he knew he couldn’t tell names:

„Well, Lando you two aren’t official so you dont really have the right to get mad at her.“ Carlos explained trying to sound reasonable. But Lando just raised his eyebrows holding up his hands clearly acting innocent as a lamb.

„Hold on! I‘m not mad at her! Im mad at whoever thinks its okay to take something that clearly belongs to me!“

Carlos chuckled. His friend sounded like a little kid in preschool who‘s toy was stolen. Guess that’s what love does to you „Lando first of all no one really knows if you two are offical or not…“

„I don‘t have to be offical with her, she‘s off limits for any other driver and they know it.“ he argues back and it actually makes so much sense in his head. Much more sense than it does to Carlos at least „If you don’t actually your car, I‘ll still never juste drive it.“

„But Y/n‘s not some bag Lando. You cant actually own her-„

„Thats it!“ Lando smiled and Carlos looked rather confused. He musters his seemingly insane friend who looked like he had just found the answer to lifes most profound question.

„What?“

„Im gonna get her a bag.“

You had just arrived at some food stand, grabbing a coffee and a bagle when a hand grabbed yours. You turned around looking up at the beautiful curly haired guy. Landos eyes looked at you as he had a huge grin on his face „Hey baby.“

„Lan.“ you stated, rather suprised by the bubbly greeting. Last time you had checked both of you were ignoring one another. But Lando didn‘t even give you any time, he put his hand on your back before guiding you towards the mclaren motorhome like he was on some sort of mission.

„What are you doing?“ you chuckled as he pulled you past security who grabbed your bagle and coffee as it was not allowed to bring food from outside. Rude. You looked Lando up and down as you followed him. He was already in race gear probably having to go on track any minute now.

The young guy didn’t say a word he just pulled you into his drivers room closing the door behind him quickly. Before he immediately smashes his lips against yours leaving you no choice but kiss him back. After a while you come to your senses as you push him off you “What‘s going on Lan?“

You missed this. But you weren’t naive, he was acting like you hadn‘t completely had zero contact over the last two weeks. Like he hadn’t ignored you for days after Silverstone. Lando pressed his lips together, his hands still on your waist. He looked like he was contemplating to say something but then shook his head.

„Baby.“ he whispered, his fingers digging into the material of your white blazer.

„Yes?“ you asked sounding rather hopeful. Maybe youw two were actually gonna talk for once.

Lando looked into your eyes before taking a deep breath „I got you something.“

He what? The brit now turned around and you looked at him dumbfounded. He walked over to the cabinet pulling out an orange paper bag. You furrowed your brows. Not understanding what on earth he was doing. He got you a present?

„Here.“ the brown haired handed you the big bag and you looked at him confused.

„It‘s not my birthday yet.“ you stated knowing your birthday was coming up soon. Maybe he had remembered wrong, wouldn’t be a suprise as he seemingly didn’t care where you had been the last two weeks.

„I know but just open it!“ he chuckled, sounding like an excited little boy. You can’t help but giggle nodding as you walk towards the table. You place the bag down pulling out an orange cotton bag. You look at Lando still lost before pulling out the inside. Holding a rathe big snd bright pink leather bag in your hand.

You scrunch your nose „A purse?“

„You dont like it?“ Lando looks panicked and you get even more confused. He sighs rubbing his face „I thought pink was your favorite color.“

„No it’s nice! Really nice!“ you admit looking at the bag „Im just confused why you got me a- a bag? I mean i know im a girl, and I love bags but why..“

„It‘s not just any bag.“ he chuckles, only now realizing you had no idea what you were holding in your hands. He forgot you actually grew up with only a father. This could be amusing.

„What is it then? A special bag?“

„Ah forget it.“ Lando shrugged it off, kissing your cheek . This maybe was actually good. If you didn’t know what the bag meant you‘d go parade it in front of everyone which was exactly what Lando wanted. This bag would surely keep anyone away „I hope you like it baby.“

„I love it Lan!“ you smiled, before tiptoeing and kissing his cheeks. In all honesty the bag was nice but you had still no idea why he‘d just gift you some purse. But you figured it was his way of aplogizing or somethingand you really had no time to discuss the matter at that moment „If you excuse me now I gotta go show everyone my new bag and you have to go race. Good luck!“

Lando couldnt believe it. His plan had sorta backfired. But in the weirdest most unexpected way. He was stunned as he watched you strutting away with your new bag in one hand as you grabbed your coffe on your way out. This could be fun.

Kelly was watching her boyfriend qualifying from the redbull garage as she noticed you walk up to her. The dark haired woman smiled talking off her headphones „Y/n!“

„Kells!“ you embraced her in a hug. You two catch up a little and you just wanna ask Kelly about Little P when her eyes fall onto the bright pink thing in your hand. Kelly raised her eyebrows staring at it“Wow does your internship suddenly pay that much?“

„What?“ you chuckled, noticing her eyes on your bag. You pull it up swinging it around a little before wiggling your eyebrows „Oh, this?“

You roll your eyes turning it around „It‘ a pretty nice bag right?“

Kelly looks at you a little stunned „Nice?“

„You dont like it?“ you ask mustering the older woman „Well you won’t believe this but Lando got me this, totally random!“

„Lando got you a birkin!“ Kelly now yelled covering her mouth in shock as everyone started to look at the two of you. It was then that your step mom appeared from the backroom, taking off her own headset. Looking at Kelly and than at you snd than the very pink bag in your hand.

„That’s what it‘s called?“ you scrunched your nose before chuckling„Its apparently a special purse.“

„Who got you this?“ Geri now asked looking utterly confused at the very beauty you were holding in your hands. She had seen her share of beautiful birkins but this was next level. You grew more confused by the second as people were suddenly hovered around you, well especially women.

„Well- Hello to you to.“ you say rolling your eyes „It‘s just a bag girls. Lando got me it and it was so weird, it was completly out of the blue!“

„Just a bag?“ Geri asked, looking at Kelly unbelievingly „Y/n thats a very nice purse!“

„Oh.“ you state, raising your eyebrows „Maybe I shouldn’t use it then?“

„Oh no, A birkin bag is meant to be used honey!“ Geri chuckled, and Kelly can’t help but laugh along still absolutely shocked„Max never got me a birkin bag.“

„Whatever.“ you now shrug not knowing how a bag could be such a big deal. The two women continue their jokes before you walk around and take off. You had work to do after all. You muster your bag one last time. A birkin bag. Whatever that was. You should probably google it later.

Talk of the bright pink birkin bag that had been gifter by the very Lando Norris spread like water. Soon everyone knew about the most expensive hermes bag being given to a certain young journalist who was parading it like she had zero idea what it was. Well, that was actually the truth. Even instagram had their fieldday seeing you enter Mclarens motorhomes with Lando and leaving it with a pink birkin.

But you were too busy to notice. You only noticed the stared from every woman passing you and the fact that even some of the drivers started whispering and pointing at you whenever you passed them.

When Carlos bumped into you and noticed the little thing in your hand he immediately wanted to slap Lando. He Couldn’t believe the young guy thad actually pulled through with the utter insane plan. He had watched the guy make five hundred calls the day prior. If he had known what kinda bag he was on the hunt for, he‘d probably tell him to forget it.

„Max!“ Carlos yelled running up to the dutch driver, Max turning around „Yes?

„Did you see what he did?“ Carlos asked completely out of breath. Max raised his eyebrows taking a sip of his water in his Red Bull bottle.

„Who did what?“ Max asked, looking at the spanish ferrari driver.

„Lando.“ he stated and Max ju shrugged his shoulders, completely oblivious to the gossip that had been circulating all day„He bought her a birkin bag!“

„Who?“

„Y/n!“

„That little sly fuck!“ Max cussed, not actually believing what he was hearing. Everyone knew what gifting a birkin to a woman means. It‘s like putting a lock on her. It could be only described as some sort of pre proposal, letting every guy know: she is in fact off limits and you better back off.

„He couldnt ask her out normally huh?“ Max laughed shaking his head, grinning at the thought of the young brit.

„No. It‘s Lando. Typical Lando.“

On race day you decided you had enough for once and for all from the stares shot your way every second you walked through the paddock. The bag was pretty yes, but people were surely acting like it was a god. You walked into the redbulm garage approaching Kelly who was stood there with Max and your dad.

„Guys!“ they all stared at you as you looked at them in frustration.

„What the hell is the deal with this stupid purse!“ you held up the thing once again and your dad looked at you suprised while Max chuckles. There‘s a moment of silence before your father crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows.

„It‘s hideous?“ Christian asked. Max and Kelly looking at both of you stunned.

„Dad!“ you punched him with the bag as he laughed like an evil witch. He always made fun of your clothes so this wasn’t personal.

„Y/n!“ Kelly yells before the panicked women reaches out to garv the bag out of you hands like it was a child in need. She wrapped her arms around it protectively looking at you in fury. Meanwhile you look at her like she’s the one that’s lost her mind and so does your dad.

„What the-„

„Okay Christian.“ Max took a deep breath, looking at Kelly who was looking at him in desperation. Silently begging him to put an end to her misery of watching you treat a birkin like that„You may wanna take a seat for this.“

„Bullocks.“ Christian chuckled raising his eyebrows as you looked at Max confused. What was everyone’s problem?

„Well, this bag.“ Max ponited at the thing in Kellys hand and you looked at him exceptingly „It’s a birkin bag. And Lando gave it to you? Right Y/n?“

You slowly nodded, your dad already confused on why Lando would even buy you a bag in the first place. You weren’t that serious, right?

„Well its a forty thousand dollar bag. At least.“ Kelly now stated.

You felt like your heart stopped beating „A what?“

„Why?“ your dad now looks at you putting two and two together „Why does Norris gift you a forty thousand dollar bag Y/n?“

„I- Uhm.“

„I don’t know?“ you lied, before going to grab the bag from Kelly’s hand. Your dad throwing daggers at you. Realizing his daughter actually isn’t as innocent as she seems. You grin awkwardly „If you excuse me now. I gotta go!“

You wahtched the race from the stands, figuring you‘d be safest there as you tried to grasp the sheer fact that Lando had actually bought you a bag that cost more than all your other bags combined. And god you didn’t even say thank you really. But you also truly didn’t understand why he‘d do something so insane. This was serious. You don‘t gift bags like this to your situationship. After a long day you finally headed back to the hotel. Texting Lando to come to your room to talk on your way there.

You were getting ready to out to dinner with your family when a knock appeared at your door. In nothing but yout bathrobe you went to open the door expecting it to be Lando only to be met with a certain american guy lean against your doorframe „Howdy.“

„Logan.“ your eyes were wide open as he looked you up and down with a sly grin.

„Greetings.“ god he was unbarebale when not drunk. You look at the taller guy an awkward grin plastered on your lips.

„What do you want?“ you asked and you knew it sounded quite rude. But you quite honestly didn’t care because Lando could show up any second and you didn’t exactly want him to find you here with Logan.

„I wanna talk.“ He speaks as he pushes past you. You watch him enter your room. Well he was persistent.

„Well, now really is a bad time.“ you stated gesturing to your soaking wet hair and bathrobe. He really had to leave.

„How so?“

„Well, to be quite frank.“ but you couldnt finish it because a second later the door opened behind you. You shut your eyes knowing exactly who that was and how this was gonna look for you. Lando walks in fully dressed for the night, spotting you stand there in your bathrobe, your back turned towards him and in the room none other than. What? Logan? Really?

„What the fuck is he doing here.“ Lando asked not even acknowledging Logans presence. Great. Could anything go your way. You sighed turning around and looking at him „Lan…“

„I‘m here to pick her up for dinner.“ Logan states crossing his arms. You turn back around. He was not serious. „What?“

„Excuse me?“ Lando hissed, clearly already getting worked up about the fact that the Williams driver had the audacity to show up here after he had clearly made sure the whole paddock knew you were his. The birkin had done his job. People had already texted him congratulations on the realitionship.

„Yes remember, we made the plans last week when I came to your place?“ Logan asks you, quite literally doing it on purpose. You knew he was doing it on purpose.

„So hold on!“ Lando grabbed your shoulde and you turned around to look at his pissed off expression „He‘s the other driver?“

„The other what?“ you exclaimed being quite lost. Logan just chuckling, he had heard that Lando was trying scare someone off, apparently it was him. It mad Logan chuckle, surely you wouldn’t be so easy right?

„Last week you left an event with another driver!“ Lando hissed, pointing at the blonde american whi stood there with a cocky smile “It was him?“

„Yes.“ Logan grinned and you knew if he wanted Lando to punch him he was almost there. The brit had a short temper for stuff like this.

„Wait!“ you now yelled turning your attention towards Lando only „How do you know that!“

„Arthur saw you.“ Lando hissed, looking at you with a digusted expression. He starts to pace up and down the room and you roll your eyes at the dramatics.

„Lando calm down!“

„He’sinsane.“ Logan chuckled, shaking his head „Thinking he can put dibs on girl with some freaking bag just because he‘s too stupid to ask her out.“

„Logan!“ you now sighed , pointing at the door „Leave!“

Logan looks at you unamused but seeing you were serious. He rolls his eyes before pushing past you and leaving your room. Slamming tbe door shut on his way out, causing you to flinch as you stare at Lando who‘s looking like some maniac.

„Jesus!“ you sighed.

„Did you have s*x with him?“ Lando asked, blurting it out without hesitation but scared of the answer. You looked at him completely lost on what gave him that idea. Arthur for sure wasn’t a reliable source. Noted.

„What if I did Lando? We agreed on no strings!“ you tried to reason with him. The whole bag thing and him acting all jealous. It made zero sense „Its not like you weren‘t the one who was partying with a million girls after Silverstone.“

„Because I was mad at you!“ Lando now yelled. He really hated to admit this. He hated talking. He‘d rather buy you a million birkins but he knew his words were now needed.

„For what?“

„For not being there. You knew how important it was for me!“

„Lando I had to work!“ you sighed, still lost on how this all made sense „Thats why you slept with other women? Because you missed me?“

„I didn‘t sleep with anyone!“ he now defensed himself. You take a step back raising your brows as you realize you had been foolish.

„But the pictures?“

„Yes I made out with some of them. Im not proud. But I went home with Carlos.“ he sighed, looking at your smaller frame „And I got you that bag hoping you‘d forgive me for that. Well I also got it to scare the competition off.“

„Why didnt you say anything?“

„The bag speaks for itself or so I thought.“ he shakes his head „Only I forgot you aren’t like every other girl.“

„Lan.“ you smiled weakly, approaching him and putting your hand against his face „It‘s a nice bag. But unfortunately you will have to take it back because baby, forty thousand dollars? Thats ridiculous!“

Lando chuckled knowing how insane he sounded. He looked down at you „It was fifty thousand actually. I was trying compete with the other driver. If had known it was Sargeant I‘d gotten you something cheaper trust me.“

You can’t help but laugh „You’re mean!“

„No but seriously? He’s american!“ Lando said his voice all high pitched.

„I know.“ you. giggle, shaking your head „I didn’t t sleep with him tough baby. So you can take the bag back and buy yourself a car.

„Oh thank god!“ Lando sighed in relief his whole body relaxing. God he could be dramatic.

„I thought I was gonna have to pull an exorcism to get that thought out of my head.“

„Well we kissed.“ you smirk „So theres your exorcism.“

Lando fake gags and you punch his shoulder. Before wrapping your arms around his neck. Tugging on his curls. You look into his beautiful eyes, and he smiles down at you.

„So this no strings thing.“ he mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek. You feel your heart flutter as he comes down and kisses your lips softly his hand on your chin. He smiles „Its really just silly isn‘t it?“

You giggle „It is silly baby.“

„Okay from now on its strings baby.“ he states his hands wrapping around you body.

„Oh-„ you look at him with a scrunched nose „You might wanna skip that and go do boyfriend girlfriend right away.“

„Why?“

„Mhm…“ you sighed „Pretty sure my dad knows we had s*x.“

„What?!“ his eyes are wide open „How?“

„The stupid-„ you start but he interrupts you with raised brows.

„Birkin Bag.“

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Lalapril 4/9 Drink

By the time the Immortal flames came back, Pupusa was in a panic. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. Having been in the grand company for so long, she already knew the drill.

Pupusa couldn’t help but look among the crowd of people coming in.

Among them was someone she knew was just a simple adventurer. Someone she knew that had no right making it back.

Pupusa closed the door to the kitchen behind her and let out a deep breath, letting herself rest against the door. This was ridiculous. The dinner hadn’t even started and she was already tired of it. Seeing her family huddle around the warrior of light was driving her up the wall.

All of the family, even her parents and siblings were swarming around her and asking her question after question. It felt as if one of the Twelve were in their dining room and not a random lalafell that just so happened to have crashed into their lives at the markets.

Then again, if this were just a random lalafell it wouldn’t be as bad but no, it had to be the warrior of light that wandered into their home instead, didn’t it?

And even worse, the warrior of light now turned out to be her cousin?!

(Her second cousin really. But to Pupusa, a cousin was a cousin.)

Pupusa knew she was the outlier in her family for having a soured opinion of the warrior of light. She knew her siblings and younger cousins reenacted famous battles of her’s and the adults often gossiped about local sightings.

Meanwhile Pupusa would hear none of it.

She sighed, all she needed was a little bit of time to herself then she would be able to make it through the dinner with no problems at all.

Just a snack and a drink was all she needed to keep her mind off things for now. The rest of the time she could spend eating the aforementioned dinner itself.

As Pupusa was about to choose which snack, she suddenly heard the slam of the kitchen door behind her.

To her horror, it was the warrior of light herself.

Chelinka, as Pupusa learned she was called, slid down to the ground, using the door to support herself. “Phew…I’m tired…” It looked like she hadn’t noticed Pupusa was in the kitchen too. Which was a bit of a relief. Pupusa wasn’t in the mood for any small talk with the warrior of blight.

Pupusa let out a snort of laughter at her own joke.

“Oh!”

Damn it.

Chelinka was back on her feet in no time, then before Pupusa could say anything about it she was right in front of her. Chelinka bounced in place, the pom on her head bouncing up and down with her. “Hi! We met at the sapphire exchange, right? Your name sounded really yummy but I’m sorry I forgot it!” She was drooling for some reason.

“It’s Pupusa.” Normally people didn’t call her name delicious. But this Chelinka person didn’t seem normal. They weren’t normal at all.

“It’s nice to meet you Pupusa!” Chelinka waved her hand right in her face. Almost as if she was waving hello. But clearly no one had ever told this weirdo you don’t do that right in front of the person you’re waving to.

“I hope you don’t mind me being in here with you! Everyone was really busy outside so I ran in here to hide for a little bit!”

“Uh-huh.”

“The kitchen is my favorite place in a house to hang out! Cause it’s all full of food and snacks and stuff! Is that why you're here too?!”

Pupusa shook her head. “No. I’m in here because I wanted a snack.” Which was kind of like Chelinka’s reason but not at all. According to Pupusa herself.

“Really?!” Chelinka’s eyes lit up. “I want a snack too! Let’s get a snack together!!”

Pupusa looked behind her at the table lined up with snacks for dinner. While she was fully willing to admit she was about to swipe one ahead of dinner, she wasn’t about to let Chelinka get away with the same thing.

“Actually, we can’t eat those yet.”

Chelinka looked heartbroken. Which was the exact reaction Pupusa hoped she would get out of her. “Aww…That’s no fun…” Chelinka then turned her attention to looking around the kitchen. Pupusa had no problem with her doing that, as long as it kept it from talking to her, Chelinka could go anywhere.

Chelinka stopped in front of a table just tall enough for her to not be able to reach. It was a table bought second-hand so it wasn’t quite fit for lalafell heights. Luckily step stools were kept in the kitchen just for this occasion.

“What about these? These are drinks right? Can we have some of those?”

Pupusa grumbled. On one hand she really didn’t want to give Chelinka anything, but on the other hand she was also really thirsty.

“Fine.”

Chelinka let out an annoying cheer.

Pupusa looked over the selection of drinks in the kitchen. Tonight’s drink was a specially made and freshly squeezed orange juice but there was also some overly expensive wine at the ready for anyone that requested it.

Just as Pupusa’s hand reached out to grab a cup, she heard a quiet gasp behind her.

She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was or know just how close they were standing to her. Pupusa stood frozen in place and silently watched as Chelinka switched from shoulder to shoulder, stretching herself as far as she could to presumably see what Pupusa was doing.

“What are you doing?” Pupusa asked. Her patience was running thin. Any more thinner and it would become invisible.

“Huh?” Chelinka took a step back. Though she still really hadn’t realized what she was doing. “What’s wrong Pupusa? Did you not find anything to drink?”

For a minute Pupusa didn’t even want to say anything. What would be the point? She just needed to serve a drink and then after dinner Chelinka would walk out that door and she would never have to see her again.

…That wasn’t true.

She knew her family well. For years they had mourned the loss of Miminelo and hoped that someday he, or any of his children would someday return. Or even just give them a sign that he was doing well.

And now here she was. Chelinka Starsinger, his grandchild and the last remaining connection to Miminelo. And Chelinka being the warrior of light just made things more exciting. If luck would have it Chelinka would probably be invited over next month for her younger cousin’s birthday, or something.

She was happy for her family, she really was. But...

Pupusa heard a rattle.“...Huh?” She had been so caught up in her internal dilemma that she had failed to notice Chelinka had moved and was rattling the bottles of drinks on the table. Not only that, but Chelinka had also decided that using a tower of stacked up cutting boards as a makeshift stepping stool was a good idea.

Pupusa figured it would be more trouble than it would be worth to kick the tower over so she settled on asking Chelinka what in the seven hells she was doing.

“What in the seven hells are you doing?!”

“Wha-?!” Chelinka was so caught by surprise that she slipped and tumbled to the ground, taking the cutting boards down with her.

“Owwie…”

Pupusa stood silently by, watching as Chelinka pushed herself up and slowly began to regain her balance. A “You alright?” slipped out of her mouth. Before she could walk it back Chelinka responded.

“It’s okay! I’ve taken worse spills before!”

From everything Pupusa had heard against her will she didn’t doubt the validity of Chelinka statement.

Without a word Pupusa began to pick the cutting boards off the floor. “What were you doing there anyway?” She had clearly asked before but Pupusa wasn’t sure if Chelinka remembered her asking before falling down to the floor.

Chelinka paused in the middle of tightening up one of her braids and looked up to the counter behind her. One of the bottles of wine had been knocked over and rolled closer to the edge. Chelinka took it upon herself to place it back the right way.

Thankfully it had rolled close enough to the edge where she could reach it.

“I was just making sure there's no poison in here!”

Pupusa looked around, in shock. “W-What…?” What would even give Chelinka the idea that her family would try to poison her. They had been nothing but welcoming to her. In fact it kind of offended Pupusa on behalf of her family that she would even think that.

“Sorry. I don’t think everyone here would poison me but…”

It was as if Chelinka had read Pupusa’s mind. It was a little strange. Then again, from what Pupusa had seen, Chelinka was a strange person.

With the earlier misunderstanding out of the way, Pupusa decided to take a chance and just ask what was on her mind directly. “Did someone try to poison you or something?” Pupusa couldn’t really think of any other reason someone would be apprehensive about poison.

Chelinka looked down and tugged on her braid. “Well actually I have been poisoned once. I think? I don’t really remember much of it…” It was a little hard to remember much of what happened around that incident actually. Which scared her the most.

“The other thing is, um. I saw one of my friends get poisoned too.”

“The Sultana right?”

Chelinka was taken aback. “Huh?! How did you-?”

“Are you kidding? It was all anyone could talk about here for months! Everywhere you went people were talking about who they believed or didn’t believe!”

“Oh…”

Pupusa wasn’t sure why Chelinka was surprised to learn this. She did know just how much a big deal she was, right? “For the record everyone here thought you were innocent the whole time. So don’t worry about that.”

Except for me.

“Oh! Thank you! That’s really nice!” Chelinka wiped some dust off her dress and took a bow.

Pupusa raised an eyebrow. “What was that for?” Since when did the warrior of light bow to anyone? People normally needed to bow to her, didn’t they?

“I’m just saying thank you!” Chelinka grinned from ear to ear. “I’m just so happy to have found you all! I was starting to think that my family would never-”

She cut herself off.

“...Well, we better go!”

With a smile still on her face, Chelinka ran right past Pupusa.

Pupusa watched as Chelinka ran out of the kitchen. The door swung back and forth until it finally swung closed.

Pupusa frowned, “...She didn’t even get a damned drink.”

#lalapril 2023 #okay so the best word i can use to describe pupusa is dry #shes like very direct and stuff but not in the way babycorn is pupusa just could care less about what people think of her #but shes not like mean shes just tsundere.#anyway her realitionship with babycorn is like pupusas using her to blame for everything thats shes lost #shes keeping everything to herself and her anger bottled up and refuses to tell anyone about it #eventually she comes to think of babycorn as another one of her younger siblings #they go to the moon together and help some bunnies and then paint a picture together #she thinks cherrypit is very scary #also babycorn is direct in the way she doesnt know what shes saying could hurt someones feelings but shes working on it #OH RIGHT baybcorn is chelinka during this cause babycorn went backwards and tried to be formal by using her nickname that isnt a vegtable #tilika told her to not worry about it but she got nervous

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meetpositivesinglesblog · 3 months

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#love #dating #couple #couplesdating #realitionships #singles #onlinedating

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Hii theere!! I REALLY love ur AU (and artstyle) especially Alastors n Serenitys realitionship there n I wanted to ask

1 if they met or talked before, for example at the overlords meeting

2 will the hotel somewhat find out that Alastor is Serenitys adoptive dad?(I would love to see their reaction😭)

3 n lastly, Is alastor an overprotective dad? if yes I would also really like to see him being overprotective of Serenity from Angels pørn talk or sum

I know ur prob busy making ur AU so it's understandable if you don't answer🔥

Byeee gaysss<3🫂

First of all, I am very happy that you like my Au's and my work!

1- this is an excerpt from part 2 of Arc 1 of my AU. here we see for the first time in the series the interaction between the two.

She know who he is but Alastor don't know who she is. she first saw Al's face at the overlord meetings and although his face is more demonic he still looks like his old self and the radio theme fits him Assuming his name is Alastor, Serenity was 90 percent sure but she didn't want to go to Alastor and say "hey what's up dad I'm the daughter you left because you died and now I've ended up in hell too" and she didn't want to fight him in case Alastor didn't believe her so she waited for the right moment.

2- Serenity reveals her identity to Alastor some time after she arrives at the hotel and the people at the hotel react to this, most of them are surprised, Charlie is crying on the sidelines, probably because of the emotional scene.

I plan to end with a scene like this when the two of them finally come together.

3- He's protective, but he can't be too protective because he knows Serenity won't like it (Serenity is over 100 years old and doesn't like feeling like a burden or being treated like a child in any way)

but still, in situations like Angel's jokes, Alastor starts to give out a menacing aura.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel oc

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do i wanna know? | a.b

pairing: dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, fingers in mouth, slapping, manipulation, hair pulling, gagging, possessiveness

w/c: 1.2k

summary: You really didn't wanted to repeat the toxic realitionship you had with your ex boyfriend austin butler but let's be honest, how could you resist him when he's fucking you so good?

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"C'mon pretty girl, just say yes" Austin panted in pure pleasure but also concentration as he thrusted his dick quickly in and out of your clenching pussy while he whispered and moaned into your ear like you've never heard before.

"nuh-hu" you shook your head, disagreeing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying that simple word with three letters.

"Don't act like you weren't a cock hungry whore 10 minutes ago angel, fucking don't" he rasped with his southern accent with an angry frown. You knew that he was a very impatient person but he also knew that you loved teasing him and testing his boundaries.

He quickly grabbed your hair and put them in a ponytail with the purple hair tie around his wrist that he probably had on there since the two of you broke up months ago.

You were a moaning and whining mess when Austin gently kissed your ear and temple before he spoke up again,

"You love when I fill this pussy with my cum don't you pretty girl?" not a single word could escape your mouth right now, you were only able to nod as a answer with a tiny and quiet 'uh-hu'.

"yeah, of course you love it when your ex is filling this cunt up with his cum, that's right, let's fill it up" he nodded along while he spoke these words which were a curse but also music to your ears.

Completely teary-eyed and desperate you cried out when Austin spanked your ass until you were screaming and begging him to stop.

"please s-stop! it h-hurts aus" you whined with tear stained cheeks and an already pretty hoarse voice. Your ex laughed quietly as his hands slowly stroked both of your red ass cheeks that were now decorated with his handprint.

"That's how it should be y/n, your ass marked up with my handprints, that's how it should always be, forever" he whispered before he bend down and gently kissed your shoulder blades. "Forgot how hot you look when your getting fucked angel" he muttered into your ear and you knew that he was wearing a smile on his face right now.

You rolled your eyes into the pillow before you let one last tear escape your eye but you couldn't let any other emotion escape your body expect for a loud moan and a whining plea with fresh tears in your eyes as soon as he started to ram into your wet pussy once again without mercy.

"and now fucking answer me" he demanded harshly with a groan while he pushed your face back into your soft pillow and thrusted his hips forward like he knew exactly how to ruin you. Well he actually does know exactly how to ruin you.

You shook your head into the pillow with a moan, still not wanting to play this toxic realitionship game with him you two had going on months ago for way to long.

Your ex leaned forward again, his forehead touching the back of your head before he cleared his throat and spoke up,

"Your gonna be mine again, if you want it or not"

You clenched your fists, the bedsheets next to your sweaty body being harshly curled up between your fingers as you moaned his name.

"a-austin, please a-aus need t-to cum" you whined with a pouty lip while austin thrusted into you with a fast and steady pace while groans and moans fell from his lips that were so close to your ear.

"oh you wanna cum princess? You think your ex can make you cum?" he asked you angrily while he didn't stop his hip movements, since he played his elvis role, his hip movements are even better than before to be honest.

You nodded with your head, muttering a quick 'yes'.

"No, you don't fucking think it y/n!" he told you harshly as he pushed you by your hair towards him and gave your cheek a quick and harsh slap.

"open."

You couldn't disobey him right now, you were to much of a pussy right now to disobey him, because you would be totally lying if you said that you wouldn't be a bit afraid of him at the moment.

So you nodded real quick before you opened your mouth and looked up at him through your wet eyelashes.

And I'm not even lying when I'm saying that Austin never got so immense hard before in his entire life by just a simple look you gave him.

Austin looked at you for a quick second with a tiny bit of shook in his eyes, almost like he's never seen something so beautiful before.

"God baby, look at you" he whispered with a smile on his lips and stars in his eyes, obviously immensely attracted by your gaze. He bit his lip before he put his middle and ring finger into your mouth and slowly thrusted them deeply into the back of your throat.

You still remained your gaze on him as you gagged around his two fingers, tears slipping from your eyes while austin didn't stop his movements, nor his hip or his fingers.

Austin put his other hand that's wasn't preoccupied on your jaw and hold your head in place so you couldn't look away from his hungry gaze.

"You don't think that your ex can make you cum, you know that your ex can make you cum" he whispered with a fake pout while he nodded with his head and stroked your cheek with his thumb before his other hand left your open mouth. You batted your still wet eyelashes at him before you sniffled and nodded in agreement.

"I know that you can make me-"

"no, no, no baby, say it like that; 'I know that my ex, austin butler can make me, y/n y/l/n, cum' " he demanded quitely with a tiny smile painted on his slick visage. You quickly nodded with your head in your submessive state and answered,

"I know that my ex, austin butler can make me, y/n y/l/n, cum" you told him while you held eye contact with him trough your glassy eyes.

His other hand that wasn't holding your head in place left your face and made its way down to your hips where he gently placed it then.

"and now be a good girl and answer my question" he muttered as he looked down and spread your ass a bit, giving himself a better view of the way he was gliding in and out of your pussy.

Austin leaned slightly forward again until his nose was buried deep into your hair and you swear you could feel him smirking as he asked you the question,

"do you wanna be my girlfriend?" his thumb was softly caressing your hip while his other hand gave your clit a couple of tiny touches, obviously teasing you to death right now.

You let another tear run down your cheek as you realized that your never gonna get rid of him, your never gonna be able to wave him goodbye or close the door right infront of his face again, you knew from that second on that you were meant to be. That you were his.

"Yes." you mumbled quitely with a shaky tone and hoarse throat.

"good girl." he whispered with a nod before he kissed the top of your head and went on with fucking you until you only knew his name.

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler jealous smut #austin butler x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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