#((pls?))

When Lando opens the door to the apartment you had been sharing for a year and a half now, he immediately senses that something is off. He closes it behind him, kicking off his shoes and calling out: “Baby, you okay? You home?”

Instead of an answer, he only hears choked-off sobs echoing quietly from the bedroom. Not bothering with anything else, he hurries down the hallway, pushing the slightly open door open all the way, so hard it nearly bounces off the wall with his haste to get to you.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, knees curled to your chest and arms around them, your dark phone laying on the blanket next to you. Your head is on your knees as you whimper quietly into your legs.

The second you feel Lando’s presence in the room, you lift your head off your knees and look at him with teary eyes. His eyes soften so much you’re afraid he’ll just melt on the spot as he moves to sit next to you.

He doesn’t immediately touch you, giving you the space to decide if you want the contact or not, but you curl into his side without even consciously deciding to. He lays his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tight as you get your breathing back under control. “What happened, baby? Do you want to talk about it?”, he asks in a soothing tone of voice. When your phone screen lights up with a notification from “Jonathan Goppe”, he draws his own conclusions: “Is it your dad again?”

Without picking your head up, you nod into his chest. “What’s he done now?”

Between hitching breaths, you choke a few words out, still burrowing your head into Lando’s warm skin: “He’s being a dick, as usual. Telling me how much my mom misses me and what a bad daughter I am for the choices I made – as if I needed any more proof that my choice was the right one!”

“Shh, baby, I know. He’s just an asshole and no one can fault you for walking away when you needed to. Do you want to tell me about it or do you wanna do something else? Should I cook something for you?”

Finally, you drag your head off of his chest and stare up at him with tears still clinging to your eyelashes. “Lando, I- I need a distraction… Can- I mean- would you- I want you to make me forget.”

“Forget?”

“Forget everything; forget he ever existed, forget my own name, until all I can do is scream yours.” He sucks in a sharp breath at that, hand coming up to stroke your cheek softly, thumb brushing the tears off your skin.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, please Lando, please make me forget.”

He smiles at you softly, brown eyes lighting up as his eyes trace the curves of your face. “Anything you don’t want?”

“Please don’t be too rough, not tonight. And… no ropes”, you whisper into the air between you. “I can work with that”, he responds, cupping your cheek with his gigantic, slightly calloused palm. It hits you every single time he touches your face, even though you’ve lost count of the times he’s done it in the last week alone, but his hands really are just gigantic. They might be one of your favorite parts of his body, you think as he gently untangles himself from you.

“Lay on your back, sweetheart, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod, and after Lando presses a sweet kiss to your lips, he stands up from the bed and walks to the adjacent bathroom. You watch his back as he bends over the cupboard and opens it, rummaging around in the complete chaos of his side. You follow his order and move to the middle of the bed, laying down on your back and stretching a bit as you get comfortable. You let your eyes fall closed as you sink into the cool sheets, breath starting to steady and flow more normally.

You hear Lando walk back to the bed, and your eyes flutter open as a slight weight to your left dips the bed. You smile somewhat dopily at him, relishing in his absolute beauty. Sometimes, when you look at him, you love him so much it hurts. He smiles back at you, eyes glittering as they trace over your outstretched body.

He scoots closer until he’s resting beside your head on his knees, outstretched hands cradling a blindfold. “Lift your head for me, baby”, he whispers and you comply, letting him slip the fabric over your head, covering your vision, turning your world to darkness.

He softly lays your head back down, letting his fingers trail down your face as he does so, and you reach for him, a small pout on your lips that you know will drive him crazy.

He promptly groans quietly and leans down, bracing his hand against your throat just enough for you to feel the pressure, and captures your lips with his. You whine into the kiss immediately, opening your lips as he slips his tongue between them. The way his tongue twines with yours, brushing over your teeth, your gums, until you think you’ll go insane, is mind-numbing and incredibly hot. You feel him stretch out his thumb from your throat to your jaw, angling your face up for better access. You whine into the kiss again, pulling apart breathlessly to pant against his lips: “That’s so hot, baby…”

“Yeah? Does this”, he strokes your jaw before forcing your head up even further and letting his lips ghost over yours, “turn you on?”

You whimper, eyes scrunching shut under the blindfold, and start begging incoherently: “Please, Lando, please- I-”

He laughs softly at your desperation and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“What do you need, poor baby? Can’t even talk properly anymore, can you? So good for me…”

“Just… more, please, please, give me more”, you continue, unable to stop yourself. You feel his weight leave the bed and tense instantly, your body expecting the worst – that he’s left you like this, but of course he hasn’t. His footsteps come back soon, and you relax against your will, just at the knowledge that he is back with you again.

His weight is back on the bed, and you think you can hear something crackling very faintly. The anticipation makes you shiver and tense up again, and the first drop of wax on your throat makes you arch up into the burning pleasure spreading from the spot of hot liquid encasing the skin it touches. You moan out loud at the sensation and choke on that moan when the next drop drips directly onto your lip.

Your mouth falls open in shock and you’re helpless to stop the whimpers falling from your lips as the burning sensation spreads throughout your entire body, tingling with the way it sends hot flashes to your core.

Lando barely gives you time to regain your breath, moving back to his original spot on your throat and dripping a steady trail of wax from your pulse point in your throat down, over your chest, directly between your breasts and over your stomach before landing one last scalding drop just underneath your belly button.

You squirm, desperate to alleviate the ache in your core as you feel the wax drying, molding itself to your skin as it cools off.

He continues dripping the wax, slowly moving back up your stomach and directly over your left boob this time, making sure to drip directly onto your nipple. You arch into the feeling helplessly, moaning shamelessly as pleasure zaps through your veins directly to your cunt.

“Getting desperate already, baby?” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he drawls the question, taking care to accentuate the words, knowing exactly what his deep voice and the British accent do to you. You choke on your words as wax drips onto your other nipple: “Yes, Lando- oh fuck – please!”

“What is it you need? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong…”

Fed up, you throw your head back and throw your middle finger up in his general direction. Before you can do anything else, however, his mouth is on your finger, encompassing it, hot and wet, and it feels so good you moan loudly, raising your other hand to drag it through his curls, toying with them. Even though you can’t see him, you’re sure he’s putting on a show for you, basically sucking your finger off, twisting his tongue around it and fucking his mouth with it.

You whimper continuously, attacking his hair again and pulling sharply, making him moan around your finger, which in turn makes you even more desperate.

When he finally slips off of your finger and scoots down your body, you’re nearly crying with relief and anticipation. The first touch of his tongue on your core makes you see stars as you rut against his mouth, unable to control your movements as hopeless arousal establishes it’s hold over your entire body. He continues licking at your clit and you moan his name again and again, incoherently babbling “you feel so good”s and “thank you Lando”s.

You feel him smirk against your cunt and the thought of that visual is almost enough to make you come on the spot and it’s only with iron restraint that you hold back. The tight ball of pleasure has been building up ever since the first drop of wax hit your body and you weren’t sure just how long you could still hold out.

When he slips a finger into you, you get your answer: A few seconds, if you’re lucky. The feeling of your walls squeezing his finger as he thrusts it in and out in time with his tongue circling your clit is too much and not enough all at the same time.

You feel a second finger prodding at your entrance and hear the squelching noises as he slips it into you alongside the other one, angling both of them to thrust right into that one spot that made you nearly black out as you felt him stroke over it. Your mouth falls open, whimpers and moans falling out almost at the same time, and as he pushes into your g-spot again and flattens his tongue over your clit, you can’t hold out any longer.

When the ball of pleasure inside your stomach explodes outward, it’s almost like an out-of-body experience and you moan so loud it borders on a scream as your vision goes white for a second, entire body drawn up and tight like a bowstring. Hot spikes of pure pleasure fill your every vein and encompass all your senses, filling you to the brim with sparkling pleasure.

You feel your walls spasming around his fingers and your clit pulsating against his tongue as you slowly come down, reveling in the aftershocks of your orgasm and the hazy, utterly satisfied post-orgasm bliss that Lando has brought you.

You feel him slip the blindfold off your face and blink up at him dreamily, smiling lazily as his soft eyes twinkle down at you.

“Did I distract you good?”, he asks, smirking slightly and you blush, hiding your face in a pillow. “I think the neighbors think so too, sweetheart.”

“Lando!”, you shout as you chuck the pillow at his head.

“You wanna go and ask them?”

anyone know of any good tottmnt Donnie centered ao3 fanfics I can read, that don’t include someone(or at least the main character) being gay or lesbian or trans?(i really like angst and body horror:))

Edit; y-you guys don't need to be jerks about me wanting straight romance.....yk that, right? I'm just not a romance fan, and if there is romance, I just prefer straight.:/

Help. Pls?

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Have it. I plan to redraw more hehe

It doesn’t really look like he has gloves but idc. I made Cup’s hand slightly goopy bc he was goopy when possessing the train,,

This is the part where I would beg you to look at my instagram but I haven’t really gained much followers on there anyway so… should I give up on trying to convince you to flw me on there?