You blink at the sound, still in the oversized tee you claimed from Lando three months ago after a beach day. Your hair’s a mess. Your thoughts are worse. You’d been poking at a bag of spinach like it had personally insulted you when the knock came again—gentle, patient. Like it knew.
You open the door halfway.
Lando?
There he is in that backwards hat, ridiculous socks, a grocery bag dangling from one hand and a slightly sheepish grin playing on his lips. He says, “Hey, Bug. Thought I’d crash dinner service.”
Your stomach flutters. You hate that it does. “What?”
“You always say Wednesdays are your cooking nights.” He holds up the bag like evidence. “Thought I’d help.”
“Lan, you hate cooking.”
“I didn’t say I’d cook. I said I’d help. Big difference.”
And then he smiles that 100 megawatt smile, and for a second all your worries forget to exist.
Still, you narrow your eyes, because something was off. You hadn’t even mentioned dinner this week. And your roommate had been acting weird—asking if you were “okay” in that gently accusatory way that suggested you somehow weren’t.
You step aside anyway, eyeing him suspiciously. “Fine. But I’m not letting you do the dishes either.”
He looks almost genuinely offended at the mere suggestion. “Wasn’t gonna.”
“But you—“
“I brought snacks.”
Fifteen minutes later, you’re at the stove sautéing onions while Lando sits on the counter beside the cutting board, legs swinging, decidedly not helping.
“So,” he says casually, tossing a cherry tomato in the air and catching it with his mouth, “how’s your week been?”
You shrug. “Fine.”
He hums. “Mm, but that's what people say when they mean 'totally not fine.'”
“Are you here to psychoanalyze me, or because you were bored?” you ask, flicking a bit of water from the sink at him.
“Bit of both,” he grins. “Can’t a guy check on his favorite girl?”
Your hands still for half a second. Not long enough to be obvious. Just long enough for you to notice.
“But m’not your favorite girl,” you mumble, quietly enough that you think he doesn’t hear you, as you turn your attention back to the pan.
He hops off the counter and moves closer — close enough that you can smell the stupid cologne he knows you like, the one you once complimented in passing and now seems to magically appear every time he sees you.
“Sure you are,” he says softly. Then he plucks a slice of bell pepper from the counter and pops it in his mouth like he didn’t just casually break your heart a little more.
You shoot him a look. “I don’t even think you like bell peppers.”
“I don’t,” he shrugs. “But I like annoying you.”
You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself.
He doesn’t know that you made extra tonight just in case he showed up.
He doesn’t know that cooking is your way of saying “I care” without having to actually say it.
And you definitely don’t know that he only drove over because your roommate texted him saying she’s not herself lately. I’m worried. Can you check on her?
He won’t tell you, not tonight. He’ll just hang around your kitchen, stealing ingredients and space and little pieces of your heart.
You plate the food. He clinks his fork to yours.
And for a moment, things feel normal again.
a/n: this one is... purely self indulgent, i fear. i know you guys wanted the second installment of customer service, but this came out instead.
Lando's perched up streaming for the second time this year, Y/n was working in the living room but could hear Connor and Lando bantering every now and then.
She went in there to check a few times or just turned his stream on to tease in the chat. She was watching when she saw Lando take his shirt off, and hid behind the camera a little, his head peeking out.
She stood up and walked in immediately, Lando and Connor turned around as she walked up to Lando's seat, "Put your shirt back on." Y/n narrows her eyes at him. Connor laughs, while Lando just smirks, "Are you jealous?" He asks.
"I am not, it's just inappropriate." She whispers.
"Sure baby," He teases, not moving to put the shirt back on, "It got too hot in here." He adds.
"Put the shirt back on." She repeats, "Chat, it's not that hot, by the way." She bends down to peek at the camera.
"Aren't you the same girl who told me not to wear a shirt when cooking yesterday?" He asks,
"You have never cooked, you liar." Y/n snorts.
"She is lying, I cooked her dinner yesterday, dinner I couldn't eat it, but I still cooked." Lando muses, then he places his shirt on the table, "She loved it, if the reward aft-
"Lando shut the fuck up!" Connor and Y/n screech, making Lando giggle.
He wraps an arm around Y/n's waist, "Tell them you loved it."
"Put your shirt back on."
He tickles her waist, "Tell them you loved the chicken parma."
Y/n picks the shirt up, "Put it oooon Lando,"
Lando giggles, kissing her cheek, "Fine, because you look pretty."
He puts the shirt on, and rolls his eyes, "Happy?"
"Very." Y/n kisses his cheek but then stops, "Did you stain the shirt?"
"Yeah... it was an accident, that's why I took it off..."
"You took it off on the stream because you spilled something on it." She questions
"I am not wearing a dirty tshirt."
"So no shirt is the way to go?"
"Weren't you the one who told me you like me without the shirt?" Lando asks, making Connor groan,
"Weren't you the one who was shy to take your shirt off when we went to the beach last time?"
Lando gasps, not expecting Y/n to fight back, "Weren't you the one who came into my stream and told me to put my shirt back on?" He asks
"Aren't you the guy that cheated on Wizard Liz?"
Connor laughs, when Lando groans, "I didn't cheat on anyone, I don't even know who that is."
"Sure, thats not what the comments say buddy." Connor says, making Y/n turn around to face him and laugh.
Lando pulls Y/n closer, pulling her down to his lap, "This is my girlfriend, only girlfriend, and I would NEVER cheat on her." Y/n giggles when Lando kisses her cheek. "So fuck off with those comments on my Monaco win."
"That was kinda attractive." Y/n whispers,
"Brother.... get a rooom!" Connor groans, rolling his eyes.
"Technically this is my house so we already got a room." Lando responds, he leans on Y/n's shoulder as he checks his inventory before a raid.
"When does that logic get old?" A voice comes from Lan's headset,
"I forgot you were playing with Max for a second there." Y/n giggles.
"I think he just came back from afk." Lando explains.
"Yes I am back so can we start a raid already?" He asks.
"Can we ditch them?" Y/n teases
"Sure what do you want to do?" Lando asks immediately
"Hello?" Max and Connor echo, making Y/n chuckle.
"I'm joking." Y/n smiles, Lando pouts, "I would leave if you told me to."
"I know." Y/n pats his shoulder as she stands up, "I have work to do anyway, so I don't need you distracting me."
"She is so hot, booked and busy chat, my breadmaker." Lando exaggerates.
"Shut up you knob." Y/n slaps the back of his head and makes to leave, "If you guys need anything let me know."
She recieves a nod and hum as response and she leaves.
Lando looks dead into the chat after reading their messages, "Chat stop flirting with my girlfriend, she is taken."
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It had been thirty minutes, Y/n was trying to figure out how to fix the shelf she accidentally broke because of excess weight, she forgot she was stood on a stool so she tries to move but slips, and falls loudly, the shelf she was holding falling next to her, making a banging sound.
Lando never puts his headset fully on when Y/n's home so he jumps when he hears that sound, immediately standing up, Connor engrossed in the game didn't hear the sound but looked at Lando when he stood up. "Y/n? Babe?" Lando yells as he runs out of his stream room to check on her.
He walks into the kitchen to see Y/n slowly sitting up, he runs up to her, kneeling as he stops her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asks,
Y/n just groans, hiding her face in his neck, "I am fine, just embarrassed."
"I'll give you space." Connor reads the room and walks back to the room.
"Where are you hurt?"
"Lando, stop fussing."
"Where does it hurt Y/n." He asks again, helping her up. She tries to hide it but groans in pain.
"Okay it hurts alot." She whispers, sniffling.
"Baby, where?" He asks, cupping her cheek.
"My back and neck hurt pretty bad, my ankles just hurt a little."
Lando nods, kissing her cheek, as he guides her to the couch, "What were you doing anyway?" He asks as he goes back to find the first aid things Y/n stocks for him.
Y/n doesn't answer, a little embarrassed as she notices Lando look at the discarded shelf near where she fell.
Lando put two and two together, as he walked up to the couch, "You have a very capable boyfriend, you know that right?" He asks, checking her ankle for her.
Years of racing has made him good at knowing when injuries are serious or just ice worthy, "It's not a sprain." He mumbles.
He inspects her back and neck too, "Nothing a massage from LN4 can't fix," Lando tries, hoping Y/n would crack a smile. He presses an ice pack on her ankle, making her wince, "Take it off it's cold." Lando doesn't listen, just kisses her cheek.
He used both his hands to press ice on her ankle and back, gently rubbing at times too.
"Aren't you supposed to be streaming?" Y/n asked, when Lando takes the ice pack away from her back, "Aren't you supposed to be letting your boyfriend fix shelves?" Lando quips, in a teasing manner.
Y/n rolls her eyes, "Shut up."
"Feeling better?" He asks, tracing her ankle with his thumb, Y/n nods, "I am sorry."
"For what?" Lando confusedly asks,
"For interrupting you stream and embarrassing you infront of steam and Con."
Lando sighs, kissing her lips, hard. "Don't ever talk about my girlfriend like that again."
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"Hi chat, sorry for ending the stream early, I need to look after my beautiful girlfriend, if that's okay." Lando pauses, exiting off Tarkov, "Thank you so much for joining, I really appreciate it, also waiting for me while I was afk. Thank you for your support team, I will now go partake in boyfriend activities. Love you-
"You can't end stream on that note!" A voice interrupts him, "Connor and Max are still playing, and I am fine."
"Too bad I already switched off the game," Lando leans back to smirk at his girlfriend.
"I am sorry stream," Y/n apologizes placing her palms on Lando's chair and looking down at his lean backed figure, "He is a bit overdramatic, this one."
"See you next time," Lando smiles as he sits up, switching stream off.
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Lando being so obsessed with eating you out that he literally needs to pause or he will cum on the spot just by hearing and tasting you🫣🫣
munch! lando who could happily spend an eternity between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his head as he'd hum and mumble against you because you tasted so fucking good.
munch! lando who comes home after a long day and see's you laying there, his shirt framing your body as you flicked aimlessly through a book that you weren't entirely interested in. his shoes kicked to the floor as he crawled onto the bed towards you, whining that he just wants to take care of you. and even though it should have been you looking after him after a hard day you couldn't deny him as he lifted the hem of your his shirt.
munch! lando who's fingers pry open the folds to your cunt, groaning at the sight of your slickness as he'd catch your glance with a twinkle in his eye — "is this all for me pretty girl?"
munch! lando who's tongue would be flat against you, licking a bold stripe as he audibly whimpered at the taste of you. and even before he got properly started you'd be able to feel the shake in your legs, anticipation brewing as your fingers laced through his hair.
munch! lando who had you babbling incoherently within minutes as his lips latched around your clit, sucking gently as you whined out. your back would be arched off the bed, lando's fingers pushing down at your waist to try and stop you from squirming against the sheets.
munch! lando who'd be grinding into the mattress subconsciously, the sound of your moans and the taste of you that coated his tongue enough to set him off. he'd be delirious, eyelids heavy as the tip of his tongue traced around your hole before pushing in.
munch! lando who's nose bumped against your clit as he lapped at you, like a starved man. and he'd pull back just as you were about to become undone but also to stop him from twitching in his trousers and cumming without even being touched — your complaints soon subsided as he'd thumb at your clit, small circles pressed against the sensitive bud.
munch! lando who's voice was muffled by your inner thighs as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your burning skin — "need you so bad"
Prompts: 51: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 97: “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
Word Count: 300
A/N: (I will admit it’s been a while since I’ve seen the original trilogy so sorry if my writing about Lando isn’t that accurate)
NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!
“You’re a changed man.” you joked as you watched Lando pace around your room, putting together a bag of your belongings. “Who knew you’d end up working with the Rebellion?”
“I just need to find Han.” he insisted as he zipped up his bag and turned to you. You were lounging on your beg, giving him a small smile.
“Why can’t I go with you?” you asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and pouting. Lando smiled, walking over to kiss your forehead.
“I’m trying to protect you.” he raised his eyebrows, and you scoffed. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”
“I can protect myself, you know.” you walked over to your desk and dramatically raised your blaster and aimed it at him, and he smirked and raised his hands above his head. “And you’re not acting like a husband.”
“What are you talking about?” Lando asked as you put the blaster down and turned away. He frowned and walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I know you, Lando.” you sighed. “You’re trying to act like a hero right now, but you don’t need to be. I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
“I’m not...” Lando tried to protested, but decided not to continue. You turned around to face him, your eyebrows raised.
“You barely spend any time with me anymore.” you reached out to touch his cheek. “I know you have to go to places, but stop trying to coop me up at home for my ‘protection’.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” he said quietly, but he saw the determined look on your face. Brushing your hair out of your forehead, he finally smiled. “Alright, let’s go save Han then.”
lando paying for his girlfriend's nails and asking her to get those sharp stilettos because he likes when she MAULS his back during sex. bet he'll show them off like hickeys like a cocky and proud bastard being like "oh yeah i made her feel so good that she mauled my back."
you'd he so confused as the texts came through on your phone, eyebrow cocked as you pointed out which nails you lando wanted and made yourself comfortable in the salon seat. only did it register why he wanted you to get the stiletto style when he finally got back home, his thumb tracing over your knuckles as you wiggled your fingers, "you like?"
and boy did he like — buried between your thighs only a matter of minutes afterwards, babbling about how much he'd missed you even though you'd only been apart for a couple of hours. his hands grabby as they guided them to the back of his head, whining as you dug your nails into the nape of his neck. his tongue parting your cunt as you held him tightly against you, mumbling incoherently about how good you tasted and how he could live here, face buried in your cunt, for the rest of his life.
but his true intentions for the chosen nails would soon become completely apparent when he was balls deep inside of you, head buried in the crook of his neck as lando was near enough begging for you to mark him. your hands clutching his back, leaving small red marks that burnt his skin with every hard rock of his hips. it was brutal, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that had his rhythm falter and tremble. and you could have sworn you're drawn blood at some point, your scratches and claw marks decorating his upper back and waist as you were brought closer and closer to ecstasy.
and even though you swatted at him with his shirt he'd refuse to cover them — a reminder of how good he fucks you, how good he can make you feel because fuck, look at them. even going as far to sneakily leave snide remarks whenever he had friends around, the small ones that were left of his biceps harder to conceal as you'd hide your face and quickly scarper the minute they were brought up.
having sex with lando for the first time and u expect him to be dominant but he’s whining, whimpering and CRYING
the second lando was tangled between the sheets with you the dominant persona dropped — his hand placed just above your head as the other barely gripped your hip, too scared to touch you properly in fear of you shattering beneath you. your gaze was unfocused, pupils darting between his lust-screwed face and where your bodies were so eagerly waiting to be connected.
"y'don't know how long i've waited for this..." his voice was barely a whisper, lips ghosting over yours as he kissed you. feather like.
is was slow, arguably torturous, as he lined himself up with you. swallowing back your groan of dissatisfaction you clasped your hand around the back of his neck, tucking his head into the crook of your neck as his teeth nipped the skin of your collarbone. he was afraid of going too hard, of hurting you — even when you told him it was okay as he stilled inside of you. it was a stretch that you'd never felt before; one that had your nails digging into lando's scalp, trying to buck your hips to meet his languid thrusts.
and you were trying so hard to make him go just that little faster. that little harder. every rock of his hips was followed by a small whine, muffled by the crook of your neck, "that's it baby, taking it so good."
the words of praise created a cocktail of pleasure along with the drag of his cock inside of you, the stretch from accommodating his length still stinging between your thighs as you whimpered your way through it. there was no denying that he was holding himself back, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on not losing himself and fucking you into oblivion — no, he wanted to take his time with you, thumb rubbing small circles on your waist as he brokenly cooed you through it.
your skin was ignited with nothing but lust, lando's mouth parted as he gasped over and over. you could feel him twitching inside of you, his tip stroking that sweet spot inside of you that you'd been craving to reach. a choked out sob took you by surprise, lando's head lifting from where he'd been hiding as you noticed a few tears staining his upper cheek — "lando? what's— are you okay?"
through his heaving chest he'd kiss the corner of your mouth, the grunt deep and guttural as he drew his cock out before pushing back in. deeper than he was before, harsher. you didn't need an answer to your question, the answer evident in the way he said your name so soft and gentle, how he pressed a daring palm of your stomach as he hissed at how your walls gripped around him. the noises he made were melodic, nothing like the sort you blindly expected him to make before your clothes came off.
sooo i had a smut headcannon idea of fewtrell!reader and lando on vacation with max and they have to be super careful bcs of max and they almost get caught a few times
turned this into a forbidden love trope because i eat that up every! single! damn! time!
you're not even sure how you got roped into going on holiday with your brother and his best friend
trying to convince yourself that you hadn't been away in ages and that it would be good for you to get away for a bit
but the minute the vacation actually started and you felt the sun warm your body from the inside out you weren't complaining
often shooing the two men out of the villa during the day so you could laze around by the pool and just absorb the calmness
stripping down to barely nothing as you scooted around private garden, your music humming through your phone as you persuaded yourself to make a little drink
nearly leaving your body as you bumped into lando, your fear audible as you clutched your chest and tried to suppress your fright with an awkward giggle
"i didn't know anyone was back— you're not meant to be back 'till this evening!"
all he'd do is cock his eyebrows, glancing only briefly down at your lack of coverage as you crossed your legs over and waited for him to do whatever he was doing and then leave again
he'd make some smug remark about how he might just have to stick around the villa if this was the case
his words sticking with you as you'd finally shoo him off
ears ringing with what he'd said
because surely you misheard it? or perhaps got the wrong idea
only you'd be stirred from your downtime as it got dark by a soft knock at your bedroom door
confused as you opened up to see lando stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he'd ask if you were up to much
and you didn't know how he managed to make his way into your room but there was he; sprawled over your bed as he fiddled with one of your bead bracelets that he'd pinched from the bedside table as you hummed over his list of never ending questions
finally asking him if there was anything you could help with, why he was here
"i haven't been able to get you out of my head"
that simple sentence being the downfall of your sanity as only a mere few minutes after you found yourself on your knees for him
for lando
your brother's best friend
shushing him as you traced over his tip with your thumb, watching him wince and pout down at you teasingly
barely able to keep composure as he pushed at the back of your head, slipping his cock just a little further into your mouth as you hummed around him amusingly
eager to hear more of how your name sounded coming from him but knowing you'd be dead if anyone ever found out
tugging up your shirt a little as it sat just under your chin, tits on full display for lando as you sucked and kissed his length until he was threatening to cum right there on the spot
and he did — forcing you to stay still as he twitched and finished in the back of your throat, rocking his hips a few more times before slowly pulling back
his forefinger swiping at the corner of your mouth, pushing it between your lips as you sucked the remained of his seed from the pad of his finger
of course that one encounter didn't stop there
the two of you spending the next few weeks tip-toeing around max as you sought for every moment where you could be alone
lando making lame excuses as to why he'd meet him there so he could have you right there and then on the sun-loungers around the pool
clamping a hand over your mouth as he curled two fingers inside of you, your wetness coating his wrist in a delicious sheen as you felt your eyes roll back
being dragged back to reality as lando heard the faint shouting from max who had suddenly popped back because he forgot his wallet
the feeling of lando being pressed above you gone as he stumbled to his feet, adjusting his obvious erection as he'd finish fixing himself just as max popped his head around the double doors
confused as he asked why he was out here with you when he told him he was going to the shops for something
sneaking into your room after max had passed out on the sofa whilst watching some rerun of an old show
kissing you in between telling you that you have to stay quiet
only for you to ignore his demand as soon as his tip was stroking against your clit, lando's eyes narrowed as he focused on trying to keep you silenced whilst teasing himself in the process
head stuffed in the crook of your neck as he finally got to feel you clench around him, slipping in just a little deeper with every thrust as you clawed helplessly at his biceps and his shoulders
scolding you in whimpers as he tried to think of some excuse for when max would no doubt see the marks
